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Hellooooo. I hope you're well. I'm very shy so I'm gonna stay anynymous but my sister and I LOOOOVVVEEEE your writing and we were just discussing Gojo simping/loving on Miguel's sister/daughter (since we don't know old he is💀). And how would that work/ how would gojo wear her down into agreeing to be with him after the beating he gave Miguel in jjk0😭. It's crazy how we haven't seen anyone use that concept yet, but please?😂

simp!Gojo doesn't have an ounce of mercy for any foes he faces; therefore he's entirely flabbergasted why he halts pummeling his current victim into the crumbling pavement when you quite literally appear out of nowhere, crouching over the battered bag of bones Satoru beat bloody. He silently stares, athletic body slowly straightening from his battle stance as he takes you in. Gorgeous distraught face pulls at his heartstrings as you alternate between cursing him and shaking at the unconscious man on the ground. Even through your red eyes, snotty nose and clear hatred for him, Satoru thinks your so fucking pretty. He needs and yearns for a woman of his own to care bout him like that. Guilt gnaws at his soul for making such an exquisite work of art so distressed and he immediately wants to make it right. But how? Clearly this man meant something to you, and now he's most likely dead. Or at the very least critically injured. "I- I'm.. I'm sorry. Not sure what I can.. Here, lemme- oof!" Satoru definitely is not expecting the speed or strength you posess. So imagine catching thee great Satoru Gojo off guard: swiftly standing to take his extended hand at the wrist, twisting around and slamming him to the ground with your all your might. You actually manage to ingrain his back a few feet into the cement. Fuck, and it actually goddamn hurt.. Doesn't matter. Satoru sees hearts around your face when you swim into his blurry vision. "Piece of fuckin shit!" You scream, stomping and spitting on his face. "Think 'm in love." Satoru mumbles, watching you drag your father away before his cloudy line of sight goes dark and he blacks out.

simp!Gojo who only loses consciousness for a few minutes but dreams of your divine beauty. The shape of your eyes and nose, the fullness of that cute mouth, every freckle and those goddamn dimples already committed to his memory. And when Satoru does wake up, he's got a whole new set of priorities. Races to Jujutsu High with only one thing on his mind: you. Upon arrival, he spectates the chaos raging around him, growing quite impatient as his students take on Suguru Geto. Fuck, Satoru doesn't have time for this! So he promptly puts an end to Suguru's Night Parade of 100 Demons. "Cursed technique reversal: red." He murmurs, flicking a ruby colored ball of energy into the middle of the battlefield. The blast is devastating, destroying an enormous portion of the school. Satoru doesn't bother assessing the health of his disciples when the debris clears. He stalks over to Suguru, leaning over his once best friends injured body and grabbing him by his robes to pull him nose to nose. "Where the fuck is she?" Satoru snarls. Suguru looks up at him, blinking rapidly in his dazed state; coughing and spitting out a glob of blood before responding. "Who, asshole?" The white hair sorcerer's anger amplifies; the longer he searches for you, the farther away you feel from his grasp. He describes you curtly, fingers tightening their hold on the dark haired curse user. But Suguru only looks at him knowingly, a slow smile spreading across his handsome features. "You tellin me you just murdered those innocent kids for some pussy? Heh. Who woulda thought? Well.. Y/n does have the sweetest taste. Tightest hole I've ever screwed too." Satoru doesn't let the crude words deter him though. "Last chance, Geto. Tell me where she is." He grits through his clenched teeth, crossing his index and middle finger, aiming at Suguru's chest. The tiny plasma red globe forming at the tip of Satoru's fingers wipes the smirk off his oldest friend. "Alright, alright! Fuckin maniac.. Help me up. I'll take you to her."

simp!Gojo blindly let's Suguru lead him into what could be a trap, all in the hopes of seeing you again. Even if it's one last time. But as the pair approach one of Suguru's safehouses, Satoru sees you waiting in front of temple. His breath catches in his throat noticing how you're now adorned in a silky flower patterned robe, eyes closed and head obediently bowed as Suguru steps forward and runs a finger down your cheek. "You fought well, y/n. Good girl. And where as I didn't get Okkotsu, thanks to you I acquired the strongest sorcerer in the world." Your head snaps up, eyes meeting Suguru's before darting over his shoulder to Satoru's awestruck gaze. Your leader chuckles when you wordlessly sidestep him, stomping towards your father's attacker. Pausing just outta arms reach, fists balled and staring into his electric sky blue eyes. "You almost killed him." Satoru strains to hear your quiet accusation, his knees weakening at the tremble in you pouty lips. "I know. I'm sorry." He's never meant those words whenever they've slipped from his lips before now. "Not good enough." "Then tell me how I can fix it. I'll do anything." The hell? Did this man forget he's the goddamn enemy? "What? ... Why?" "Because I hurt you. And I need to make it right." Suguru watches with a roll of his eyes, but Satoru's words stump you a bit. "You don't even know me. Think you can put my father in the hospital than offer some half assed apology, then you're sorely mistaken." "I.. I am sorry, y/n. More than you could ever guess, sweet girl. And I may not know you now, but we can.. We can change that." Satoru's voice is so pathetically hopeful that you scoff. "Master Geto is right. You are an arrogant prick. Probably thought I fall head over heels for you like your other whores, right?" It boils his blood to hear you call his childhood friend Master. But all you can think about is how you're a hypocrite spouting big talk considering how many times you've secretly fingered your puss late at night to the tales your leader told you about the sexy azure eyed hero. You'd seen him only once after, from afar, but it was all you needed to become smitten. Still, just thinking about what he'd done to the most important person in your life makes your blood boil. He feels your anger radiating from your being but that teary glare draws him in, unable to repel his need to comfort your qivering limbs. "Please sweetheart.. Tell me what I need to do." But the simple touch to your arm has you seeing red, your mind briefly flashing back to Satoru raining blows all over your father's wounded body. Your fury peaks, lunging for him as you black out. Unsure how long it takes to regain your senses, you refuse to cease your attack on Satoru. "Can't believe six eyes is wasted on a piece of shit like you! Your clan didn't deserve to die. You do." He's sprawled out on the ground with you on his lap, allowing you to rain punch after punch on ever inch of his pale frame. Agonizing over your spewed hate, craving your absolute love and validation. "Do what you need to, baby. Hit me, hurt me. Please.. Just forgive me, y/n." He abstains from engaging his infinity, holding up a hand to stop Suguru when he attempts to pull you off, to which his old buddy shrugs and limps away. "Don't break my new toy, y/n." But you don't tire and you don't stop. Shifting in his lap to reach up and yank at his hair till it stings sharply, slapping him so hard across his face that the impact echoes. You do it again. And again and again, oblivious to Satoru's hands slowly finding their way to your hips until you feel his dick chub thick against your center. You tense and sit still, looking down in disbelief at Satoru's bruised face as he begs you to not to stop; slurring apologies as he grinds up into you over and over, pleading with you to make him pay for what he'd done.

simp!Gojo evades the consequences of his actions at Jujutsu High, spending the next few weeks helping you nurse Miguel back to health. Tries to convince himself he isn't isn't a complete pervert for how he constantly stares and breathes down your neck whenever you're near. "Can you back up? Damn.. Clearly ain't never heard of personal space." He frowns, anguished when he can't suck up all your air but complies, not wanting to anger you further. Still, you never complain about the extra help, though you don't seem to trust him yet. So Satoru continues to feed Miguel, change his bandages and keep him company. It's not long before it becomes painstakingly clear that you're more pissed at Satoru than your father ever was, which in turn makes you seethe even more. But he never loses patience with you; allowing you treat him like shit whenever you need. "God, can't you do anything right? You're a brainless fuckin idiot." "Oh, come on y/n. That don't sound right.. How can I be brainless and an idiot?" "Don't know, but somehow you manage." He quickly comes to terms with the fact it helps you relieve stress by taking your frustrations out on him. And he's pretty much accustomed to hiding his thumping girth everytime your mean to him. But he can tell your dad wonders aboit your state of mind; doesn't like how you're always on edge. Always seemingly ready to go off the deep end that your father genuinely begins to worry for you. Plus, it doesn't help that you can still feel the phantom weight of his hefty cock everytime you think about how he pulled you against his body while rocking his dick into your clothed cunt. The tension, especially the sexual tension, becomes too much for you and Satoru. Eventually you decide on a momentary truce, least till your father is well, whilst Satoru decides to 'give you some space', i.e. let some steam off to the thought of your irresistible body. He's so utterly rooted in his dirty fantasy as you make your way to his isolated side of the temple before barging into his room like you always do.

Coming to an immediate halt and staring at the backside of a naked, sweaty, panting Satoru, the white cloth shielding his eyes being the singular piece of clothing on his toned body. He glistens alluringly in the low light, leaned on his forearms, steadily grinding his dick into the covers. Your insides flutter to the sight; the overwhelming emptiness between your thighs is palpable, making you yearn for the very capable male currently crying your name. "Y/nnn! Y/n, baby, don't close those pretty legs on me. Open up for me, lemme in that pussy, honey. Need it sooo bad.." The creep is so entranced in his little fantasy that he doesn't even notice you. "This how you like it? Huh? Tell me, baby. Please, say it feels good to be under me.. Shiiit.. Lemme slide in deep.. Need to know that I'm fuckin this pretty pussy how you like, honey." You can't look away, no way in hell do you think about giving him his privacy when Saturo's whiny sobs increase in volume as he pumps his narrow hips deeper into the bed. "Say my name, sweetheart. Tell me who's making you feel like this. Ohhhfuck! That's it! Keep moaning for me. Needa hear your voice, y/n.. Good girl.. Gonna feed my to dick to this perfect puss like she deserves." Your mind and body scream for you to let him; thinking how it's a damn shame you can't see Satoru's dick drool and jumps at the thought. Watch intently as his fat nut sack swings while he smears his achey tip into a wet patch on the blanket over and over. "N-need me to keep fuckin this tiny lil hole, huh bae? .. Stretch you till you can't take it anymore? Hold that perfect body to my bed and wreck that lil puss till you cum. .. Oh sh- so good for me. Yeah you- mmm.. Want this dick, girl, know you do. Goddamn, 'm gettin close. Coochies too hot and wet, so fuckin tight.." He speeds his smooth unfaltering thrusts, so desperate, biceps bulging slightly when he wraps his arms around the pillow, mouthing and sucking like its you under him he's stroking into. "O-ohhh yeees! Gonna nut, y/n! Time ta fill up my girls hungrily lil cunt- ahhhfuck! Take it this cum, all for you babygirl. Uhn, uhn- take it Y/nnnn!" Satoru's on autopilot, rolling and bucking his hips into the bed like he's actually fucking your pussy. You're trying not to hyperventilate, hands cupping over your mouth, praying you don't moan how your clit throbs witnessing his fine ass jerk and twitch as he orgasms. Handsome features pinched in pleasure, muscles ticking while he spurts allover the sheets. You quickly but quietly shut his door before he catches you, staring at the barrier; shame curling up your spine at your new found voyeur kink. Even more so at the arousal seeping down your thighs as you listen to Satoru needily groan and whimper through the rest of his nut.

simp!Gojo that can't understand why you avoid him the next few weeks and is beginning to wonder if this is what depression feels like.. Sure things are usually somewhat strained between you two, but at least he'd get an occasional glimpse of your nurturing side. Plus your fathers never been better, which ofcourse has you in high spirits. Regardless, these days you almost always immediately dive for an exit anytime Satoru happens to enter the room and it's seriously starting to bum him out. No matter how thirsty he acts for your affection, you faithfully deny him any attention. Satoru can only take that shit for so long. After a while, it becomes a no brainer: he needed a way to impress you and creep back into the outskirts of your heart asap so he could at least be in your presence again. Imagine his surprise when he gets a letter from Nanami warning him to turn himself in before the higher-ups descend upon Suguru's temple in retaliation and massacre everyone in 3 days time. Satoru doesn't take the threat lightly, equating the note to be a direct kill order on your life; allowing him to recklessly declare war against the other sorcerers. He sneaks you out the same evening, pledging his allegiance to the cause and promising to be your personal weapon in the war if you do only one thing for him. "Marry me, princess. Let me show you how powerful we can be together. Let's burn this world down, and build a new one together. One where you're the Queen and every soul alive bows at your feet." Ofcourse you stare at him like he's speaking another language, trying to process his words over and over. It sounds insane and isn't what you want. Suguru's vision has always been yours; you didnt want to be in charge. But.. Would it be so awful if you made the rules? You'd at least be fair.. On the opposite end of the spectrum, Satoru waits patiently for the first time in his life; slowly raising his crossed middle and index fingers as an incentive. You stare at his hand, knowing he could level the place if he wanted. "But.. I don't love you." You confess, meeting his intense gaze. It's true. Even with knowing your feelings for him surpass platonic, you're not in love with Satoru Gojo. "Not yet. But you will, sweetheart." He flashes you that cocky smile, the one showcases his perfect lips and pearly whites so nicely. "Say yes and I'll dismantle all the obstacles standing in the way of your dreams." You stare into his attractive face, pondering his life changing proposal. Its all happening so fast and your nervous to make the wrong decision.. But you've never believed anyone more than Satoru now. Not even Master Geto. That one thought makes your heart thunk wildly in your chest. Were you a traitor for thinking such a thing? Even so, you swoon thinking about reaching all your goals in this lifetime. Which was never attainable before. On top of that, Satoru vowing to remain at your side always made you feel something you couldn't explain.

"Yes." Satoru's smirk morphs into a boyish grin at your simple answer spoken so clear and concise. "Such a good girl for me. Knew you would be. Gonna be my sweet lil wife, always take care of me?" "Yes, Toru." you breathe. "Tell me then, princess. Or should I say 'My Queen." You most definitely will need him to talk like this when he finally gets you on your back. "Will always be by your side. Promise to be a good wife to you and offer what I can always and forever." He hums appreciatively, letting a finger run down your cheek like Suguru did the day Satoru met you. But unlike how you did with your teacher, you lean adoringly into his touch, pecking a few wet smooches to his palm. The simple action makes his throat constrict, cock hardening for you within seconds. "Wanna show you something new I learned." Satoru says lowly, leaning his face towards yours as he raises his two fingers and points at the school. "Hollow technique: purple." He whispers against your lips. But you're so hypnotised by his loving gaze, you miss how a blinding orb begins to form at his fingertips; standing on the tips of your toes to meld your desperate lips to his, passionately kissing him with everything you got. Satoru returns the favor, additionally, pouring just as much energy into the violet pulse of energy. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you're shivering and moaning into Satoru's mouth just as he shoots the destructive sphere and pulls you against his heated rock hard body. You barely notice the decimation to his target, as well as the surrounding area. How can you when his girth keeps throbbing against you? And thanks to his infinity, the debri never gets close enough to harm you. Pulling back from his moist pink lips Survey the damage, smiling as you fully appraise the absolute annihilation of one of the biggest threats to your family. There's no need to fight survivors. Because there aren't any. Just an enormous jagged crater left in the deads wake. You look back at Satoru with estatic teary y/e/c eyes. "Thank you, Toru, thank you! It's finally been done. I can't fuckin believe it!" You're maniacal cackle warms your fiances heart. "Let's go home. Master Ge-," But then Satoru's slim fingers clamp tight around your jaw, a swift hint to shut the fuck up. And boy are you quick to obey! In fact, your puss can't help but tingle at another newfound kink: submission. "No wife of mine will ever call another 'master'. Understand?" You give a small timid nod and he releases your face, smacking your ass twice before linking his hand with yours. "Great, sweetheart. Makin me so fuckin happy already. Now that we're finally clear on that.. Come on. Gonna run you a hot bath when we get back. Don't want you to get cold while you warm my cock and tell me how you plan to use me next." And you really can't fucking wait..

A/N: Sorry if this was unexpectedly dark. I've always gotten the feeling the only reason Gojo's not a villian is cause he doesn't think it's the most efficient way to get shit done. That's not to say that he doesn't agree it's not effective. Just give him a reason, right? 😆 What better reason that our gorgeous fucking girl, y/n! And my bad bout changing up the timeline of when Gojo learns his technique.

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 28 days

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Toxic ft. Choso

toxicexbf!Choso is very aware his destructive behavior repeatedly drives you to the brink of insanity: He's not trying to make your life difficult cause he really does loves the shit outta you. In fact, you're the only woman he's ever loved. But this is who he is. And Choso just assumes he can't evolve; 100% believes his upbringing, or lack of, provided him with the shitty template that shaped him into the man he is today. He's always been content with that. Still, he realizes that you know your self worth and internally battle with dating an asshole like him. The jerks just stuck in his old ways. "You seriously leavin over some dumb shit like this? Cause I really don't see what the issue is." His bored tone; how his sexy ass lazily leans against your ride has you angrily tossing your luggage in the trunk and slamming it shut. "Of course you don't think you did anything wrong, Kamo! You're a fuckin slut and for the streets. Always will be." Choso snorts, following you to the driver side. "My God woman! I ain't even fuck her. Just let her grind on me a little. You know I was tipsy. 'S not even a big deal. Know ion want no 304 when I got you. Need thicker skin, baby." You cannot believe the sick words falling from his deceitful ass lips! "Fuck you, Cho! Should've never gave yo ass another chance!" You slam the door in his face, swiping tears from your cheeks and puttin your car in drive. Choso pulls on the handle, slapping a palm down your window. "Y/n calm yo dramatic ass down and unlock this fuckin door. Now." But you give him the finger instead, speeding away and hoping to put Choso Kamo in your rear view for good this time.

toxicbf!Choso is incapable of living without you: So whenever you leave and go off the grid, he loses his fucking mind. Will rage call your cousins, friends, siblings and parents for days looking for answers. When that fails, Choso stalks you through social media from his homies page. Finding a vid of you at some rando party with some unknown with big tits, a narrow waist and a cute face standing behind you. She wraps a glittering arm round your waist and whispers something in your ear. To his utter horror you seem down, laughing and bending forward with your hands on your knees, winding your shapely hips to the beat and throwing that plushy ass at her pelvis. It's the last straw when slim fingers snake into your ombre brown and honey blonde braids and pull, humping against your backside roughly. Choso can't hear your moan as the crowd chants behind you, but he knows the shape your lips make when they do it. "We outside tonight!" You're making that pretty face, the one you're only allowed when you're underneath him, getting your hair pulled as you grind all over someone that's not him, joining the mantra and looking dead into the camera before the video cuts off. Choso doesn't waste a second threatening one of the attendants online, surprising you with a drive by you only narrowly escape. But he knows how to shut down all the fuckery: by coming to your job and acting a whole plum fool, demanding you give him the keys to your ride so he can pick you up after work and bring you home. Of course compliance is the only option in order to avoid losing your employment and fucking sanity. But by now it's been weeks of not talking to your man and you're drained. So goddamn exhausted and Choso zeros in on it like any predator. Is suddenly the loving caring partner you need till the night comes to an end and he's flipping the script, folding you into a mating press so he can fuck you stupid for your insolence. He stares down at you with the most intimidating sneer on his handsome features, nose to nose, furiously drilling into your abused lil puss like he hates your guts.

"Fuckin sluttin yourself out all over my dick. But you're not fooling me, y/n. Probably do this for everyone you meet, huh?" Choso quickly returning to his mean streak, baring his teeth and amping the pace when you shake your head. "Yeah fuckin right, don't believe you. mmm.. Ahhh- shit! 'S been too long, pussy feel so fuckin amazin, girl. Better not have let nobodyin my shit." His pent up cock nuts in you twice and dumbs your mind less than 5 minutes in. "You wanna leave me right, y/n? Break my fuckin heart then ghost me like I'm some fuckin simp. Aint that right?" Howling cries punch from your throat as Choso speeds his ferocious thrusts. Loud wet clapping of your sexes fills the air, letting you know how thoroughly he's ravishing you. "Sorrysorrysorrysorry!" Feels so damn good, you can't articulate much more. It's too much, so overwhelming you struggle to find the strengtg to speak; can't fuckin take it but he's ruthless and just won't stop. "Tsk. Look at you.. Enjoyin this shit.. mmmfuck.. Fuckin slut. This all I'm good for? Hm? Used to be my good girl.. Now you just want someone to fill you up. Pound you like a brain dead whore, that it? Answer me, y/n. Now." He growls, easily keeping pace. Very unsatisfied when you sputter and shake your head vehemently again. "Nooo, Cho! Only want you!" But Choso doubles the speed and ignores your hoarse wails, cherishing how your eyes roll back as you weakly push at his chiseled abdomen for a break. "Bullshit. You're fuckin heartless, know that? Don't give a fuck bout me.." Choso's straight nose is inna prominent snarl as he takes out his frustrations on your abused soiled cunt, leaning to suck harshly at your jiggling tits. "You ever care for me woman? Hmm? Or am I just good dick to you?" He asks against your skin, nipping and leaving marks all over your breasts. It's really bad timing when the tummy tapping strokes aimed dead center at that ridged spot make you gush allover his pelvis. You flail under him, crying out for him to stop as you cum but your bf has you pinned. Locks your wrists inna tight grip when slap and scratch marks down his chest. White teeth gritting as your pussy forcibly milks another nut from an unwilling Choso. "Really, y/n?" He huffs, watching through squinted eyes when your head lolls to the side and you slip into a deep sleep with a smile on your face as his hips slow to a light hump, dick oozing messily inside you. "Really are a fuckin slut."

toxicbf!Choso feels an insanely ridiculous amount of jealousy the moment you interact with someone else: Regardless of gender or marital status, he assumes everyone wants a piece of his gorgeous goddess. From acquaintances to your bff, you already know wassup when someone besides him has your attention. Suddenly he's glued to your hip, handsy as fuck, and ruining the interaction by saying something entirely too inappropriate. Choso couldn't fathom doing something simple as requesting one on one time. No way, no how. Needs to be sure that he'll have you all to himself with no unnecessary interruptions for the foreseeable future. Will start off softcore, kissing your cheeks and neck, only briefly stopping to whisper in your ear. "You sittin here playin when I could be eatin yo pretty ass pussy, babygirl." You usually ends things there. Forcing a smile on your face as you make up some lame excuse and say goodbye. God forbid you don't put some pep in your step, then Choso's really showing his ass. Like the time he couldn't sway you from going out and your besties came to pick you up for a movie. Soon as he overhears em joking about how fat your ass looks in your fit, your boyfriend refuses to let you leave. Leads you upstairs firmly by the arm for "a lil chat." That talk consisted of Choso snatching off your bottoms, securing a clit sucker to you. Pushes you down face first, tonguing your pussy deep as you try to muffle long winded whines into your body pillow. "Fuck, baby.. Mmm.. Pussy taste like peaches." One big hand kneads your plump brown rear while the other teases and against the tiny winking cavern. He so fuckin hard, trying not to nut while simultaneously playing in both your snug holes. "Ch-cho, baby, wait. Slow down! 'M too loud, they're gonna hear." He can't believe you honestly think he gives a flying fuck. "'M sure your friends wont mind. Afterall, they were right, y/n. Do gotta big ass booty. Can't even be mad.. But does shawty know how soft and tight it is inside?" Choso slurps up a glob of arousal from your pussy and spits it on your asshole, gently rubbing and circling, taking pride how you moan and squirm for him. Only for him. "Nooo, hate it when you touch me there.." But it's not the first time so he keeps up probing till your ass yields and the tip of his finger pops in. "Fuck!" "See? Liar. You always scream and cum hella hard when I play with you here. Wonder what'll happen if I eat it.. Should we invite em up here for a show? Or maybe they wanna taste too." "No! Pleeease, don't want that. So mean Chosoo.." God Choso's so fucking nasty. And persistent. Spreading your cheeks, pressing the tip of his nose to your forbidden hole, moaning at the smell of your sweet vanilla soap. He holds you still with large warm palms, briefly prodding with a stiff tongue, sloppily sucking before nosing at you again. You're squirming away, trying to recoil from his grip but it's impossible. "Cho, stop it! Ohhhh! Oh, oh, oh no! Quit- not there, w-wont fit!" Trying to escape just concludes with his hands abandoning your chocolate cheeks, reaching around to grip your tummy fat and hold you still. "Where you goin, ma? Quit runnin. Finna show you who this juicy ass belongs to. You not leavin this bed till then." And he keeps to his word. Finally allows you to do the walk of shame downstairs a couple orgasms later, but your besties are long gone. To which Choso effortlesly throws you over his shoulder and hauls you back to the room. "Good, glad they're gone. Made me so fuckin hard. Need to nut inside ya lil asshole next."

toxicbf!Choso is super petty when it comes to your cellphone: Stays goin through it, nosy as hell and always curious to see what his girls up to. It doesn't matter that he knows your loyal and always been down. Choso likes that factual proof that your still his good girl. And personally needs the name of every one of those bumb ass losers that flirt with you online to add to his hit list. But he'll break that shit quicker than you can blink if he thinks you're playing with him. "You must think this shit funny, huh?" He snaps at you as y'all exit his car, just returning home from another on of his famous pull ups. "Yeah, clearly I'm laughing my ass off right now. Cause it's so fuckin funny when you embarrass me at events and drag me home in front of everyone. It's fuckin hysterical." Choso sucks his teeth, walking past you to unlock the front door. "Then maybe answer your damn phone when I call. It's my only fuckin rule when you go out without me." "Fuck no it isn't- know what? Whatever.. Doin the most, per usual. Always in yo emotions.." You mumble, pulling out your cell and scrolling through it. But ofcourse he hears you. "Girl.." Your boyfriend takes a deep breath, putting the key in the lock. "Better watch yo mouth, princess. Swear.. You must like when I do this shit. Or else you wouldn't act so fuckin ditzy when you go out alone." Choso opens the door and turns around just in time to see you giving him your infamous middle finger. You've never pussied out quicker than now, arm falling to your side as you gulp audibly and take a step back. But he's already reachin out to snag your phone, squeezing it in his palm, instantly obliterating your cell into tiny shards. "No. Fuck you. Now get yo bad ass in the house." The look in his piercing eyes is the only reason you don't turn the fuck up; opting instead to hold your tongue and obey. Fire stills burn under skin, pissed as hell at his childish antics. Even more so when Choso pops you on the ass like nothing happened as you step over the pieces of your broken phone, licking his lips as he sizes you up. "You look fire in that fit though, ma. Got me tryin to show you sumn. Gone put that ass in the air for me or what?" You should get an award for stopping the next 'fuck you' hanging off the tip of your tongue as you stomp passed him into the house.

toxicbf!Choso almost clicks his heels when he puts two and two togther after you tell him he can't nut in you for awhile before coming across discharge papers from your doctor that state you had your birth control removed: You try to lie at first, telling him you just don't like the feeling of creampies anymore and that you want a break. Choso thinks you must've fallen and bumped your head trying to get him to believe that bullshit. He has video proof of your addiction to his thick nut plugging you full. Maybe you don't realize how you scratch at him as your frame physically withers, straining for that sensation of his cum blooming inside you warmly. Choso was sure you were at least privy to the constant pathetic pleas for him to cream your guts every single time y'all fucked but he can now see your denial is willful. So it severely ticks him off when you swear to abstain from sex if he doesn't comply when he's getting ready to buss inside one stormy evening. He's slowly dickin you down from the side as y'all sit on the couch, the movie playing in the background long forgotten. Choso holds your sweaty naked body suspended over his throbbing length, huffing through his nose and leisurely dipping in and out of your creamy cunt. His own chest glistening, equally nude, abs tensing while he fucks you sensually. "Say what now? You wanna repeat that shit, y/n?" Choso snarls, spiteful tone such a contrast to his loving pace. Or how his dark eyes momentarily drop to admire the quiver in your pretty chocolate legs draped over the side of his thigh. "Go ahead, say that fuckin shit again. I dare you, woman. Tell me I can't nut in my fuckin pussy one more fuckin time and see what happens." Your arms wrapped round his neck squeeze at the bite in his voice but you mind your manners, pouty face shoving deeper into the side of his throat; panting apologies as he swivels his hips, swirling the tip of his dick into your beaten snatch. "P-please, Daddy. Always cum so much inside. Don't like the mess. Wanna swallow instead." You cross your ankles, thick thighs pressing together, making your sore pussy walls kegel round his cockhead over and over. Forcing grunts from him from how your walls massage at his sensitive dick.

"Don't you want me to? Hm? Lemme down so I can suck your nut into my tummy, Daddy." Your wanton words have Choso a bit dizzy, head fallin back, lids briefly shutting as he holds back a whine. He doesn't think you deserve to hear his pleasure with the shit your currently trying to pull. "Daddy, huh? Remind when you start callin me that.. Cause I'm drawin a blank here." The eerily calm way he questions you has you swiftly looking into his tranquil face, confused when he ceases his shallow strokes. "Pretty ass must think you real slick, huh?" You'd pay good money to stop the shaking in your bones when you realize you've been found out. "W-what? I don't think I-," "You're right, y/n/n. You don't think." Choso interrupts, staring into your alarmed eyes. "Or at least you shouldn't cause your not very good at it." The shock on your face makes your mean ass man grin wide. Taking that moment to release his grip on you, feeling a sense of justice when a sudden highpitched scream emits from your bare lips as you slide down his big dick to the base. "Chosooo!" Your boyfriend cherishes how you take his cock, at the way your puss betrays you and flutters erratically at his unprecedented assault. "See.. I know everything bout my lady. Like the fact you ain't tellin the truth when you claim to suddenly not fuck with creampies anymore. And if another word comes out that lying mouth im gonna fuck it raw." Choso grits, refusing to pullout as he manhandles your body so you're straddling him. Fear frays your nerves like a moth to a flame at his rough treatment, cunt clutching at him desperately as he moves recklessly inside you, big hands grabbing at your soft breasts. Kneading the soft mounds and finally coming clean. "But most importantly I know you're not on birth control anymore." You don't miss a beat immediately avoiding his narrowed gaze and try pulling off his cock, having a pretty fair idea of where this was going. "Cho, let me explain." But he's passed listening to your empty words and ignores your attempts to unsheathe his dick; as well as the fat tears leaking down your cheeks when he bruisingly grabs at your plump behind, slamming you down on his twitching cock. "Oh fuuuuck!" "Lil bonus: I also know regardless of what comes out of that treacherous fuckin mouth, how much you're gonna enjoy me breedin you all round and cute witha bunch of pretty babies. Get ready gorgeous, bouta make me a Daddy forreal. Matter fact, you call me anything else tonight and I'll make sure to put three babies in you right here and now." Choso promises, leaning back pliant against the couch cushions, using his grip to slide you up and down his pounding girth. "No more runnin away. You mine now forever, y/n. Now go head an thank Daddy for the gift I'm bout to give this tight lil pussy." You hide your face in the crook of his neck again, sniffling at your reality. "Th-thank you, Daddy."

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Sorry for the late response! This a cool lil game for a music fanatic like moi! So hard to choose..

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JJK Men Reactions: Waxing

Toji

Smacksmacksmack! "AH! Toji, no! Please.. Nononono- Toji stop!" The volume of your command doing you no favors as your fiance slaps his hand down your abused cunt with a raised brow. "Shut the fuck up, y/n, for I start over and make you count. Take it like a big girl. Know yo bad ass deserve this shit." Did you though? Hmm.. Maybe so. After all, you did go behind his back and get a Brazilian Wax after Toji explicitly forbid it. He verbatim told you that 'it's his hairy little puss and that's the way he liked it.' Your bratty ass did it anyway, then proceeded text him about the sin you committed, to which his mean ass promptly cussed you out. That only made you retaliate by turning off your location, in addition to blocking him for the next few days. It all came to a head when Toji broke into your apartment one bright sunny afternoon. You're vacuuming, blissfully unaware how the music cloaks the sound of his sneak attack. Scared out of your wits when he suddenly wrestles you to the living room carpet. Now here you are on all fours, Toji hammering spanks to your coochie from the back while you sob like someone killed your cat. To be fair though, your fiance totally intends on murdering your pussy after punishing you. "Such a lil cry baby. Fuck was this energy earlier? tsk. Betcho ass wish you had somethin to cushion the blow, huh?" He sneers, doling out 3 more slaps. "Yes! I dooo, hurts Toji. Please.. 'M s-sorry. Sososorry.." His sadistic ass grins wide at your pitiful sniffles. Pulls away and unsheathes his cock; repeatedly slides his girth through your slicked up puffy folds. "Nah. Don't lie to me, mama, you aint sorry. But you're bout to be.."

Nanami

"Wow.. That all for me? Thank you, baby.. I hope it wasn't too painful. Really didn't have to do this." Contrasting his words, Nanami's been hard since you text him your little plan after he left for work. Your husband eagerly gazes opened mouth for as long as you let him, hand on your knee to keep you spread open. Makes give him a shy whine. "Quit lookin at it like that, Namiii." He huffs a chuckle, his finger gliding up and down your soft folds over and over, just barely grazing the pink of you. "How am supposed to do that y/n when I can see every inch of this pussy? Good God, woman.. It's so fuckin pretty. So fat.." Nanami's words trail off. Sight of your bare coochie got him stuck on stupid right now. Light sheen of perspiration beginning to cover his creased forehead, adams apple bobbing harshly. Gaze seemingly unfocused the longer he stares between your thighs. "Cute lil clits still hidin from me though.." Nanami pushes the tip of his finger inside your wet heat, groaning when your walls suck hungrily at his digit. Knows his pussy's pleading for more. He stands abruptly, grabbing his tie from the nightstand and swiftly securing your wrists to the headboard before lunging to line his hips with yours. "N-nami?" His name comes out an anxious stutter when his tip clumsily prods your opening. "Sorry, y/n. Love you so much.. But I need inside this chocolate lil pussy right now. And I can't have you runnin from it like you did last night. Just be still, honey. You can do that for me, right?Just lay there and take it for me, angel."

Choso

"Babe? ... Baaaby? ... Choso!" You lean and shout his name loudly your car stereo Shame as hell when you notice the driver to your left peering at you strangely. Offer him small smile, rolling up your windows as the light turns green. You accelerate, sighing in relief when your airhead boyfriend finally responds. "Y-yeah.. Yeah, y/n. I'm still here. Sorry, babe." His voice comes out shakily through the speakers. "Cho, what's goin on, did somethin hap-," "What's goin on?" He interrupts, scoffing in disbelief. "Ma, you gotta be fuckin with me. I just woke up to like 10 pics of your pussy on my phone. All waxed and shit. Got my coochie all dolled up. Fuck.. Shit look wet as hell too.. Were you thinkin bout me, baby?" Choso pauses again but now finally you know what's got his attention. "Please tell me ya nasty ass not lookin em right now." You're met silence yet again. "Choso!" "What? How's this on me? You're the one that- that sent this shit. Got my dick so fuckin hard for you, y/n. Nothin wrong with that." You groan, so fuckin embarrassed about the situation, blaming it all on the previous nights shenanigans. "For God's sake.. Get ya horny ass under control. I'm drivin right now. And.. I admit, I was super tipsy last night. Started thinkin bout you and one thing led to another. 'M sorry, shouldn't have sent em." "Oh yes the fuck you should have. Not the first time and won't be the last. Mmm.. L-love wakin up to-ahhshit.. Love surprises like this." Choso sounds tense, heavy pants accompanied by sharp intakes of breath. You listen for a few more seconds and hear the telltale sounds of him masturbating. "Such a slut, Choso. Can't believe your jerking off right now!" He can't help it; too fucking turned on, and you know he's already close how needy he sounds. "Babyyyy.. Baby, come over. Pleeease? Need to see that naked pussy in person. Gotta know- ohhhfuuuck.. Gonna find out if she tastes different." You laugh breathlessly, fluttering cunt aching to give him whatever his heart desires. "Not gonna taste different, weirdo." But you just hope he doesn't hear your tires screech when you recklessly flip a bitch, tryna keep the speed limit as you race to his house. "On my way. Don't nut yet. Save it for me. Can buss all over her if you want, baby." His deep moans echo in your car as he fucks his fist quicker to your proposition. "Shiiit, so good to me y/n. Thankyousomuch.. But it's too late- needa cum so baaad.. Huuhhn, ah ah! Gonna savor that naked lil cunt- ohshit! Cuuumming!" His orgasm plays on surround sound in your ride, breath pitchy as he spews filth around his moans. "Fuck, Choso.." You're in awe listening to him huff and puff as multiple shots of his cum splatter audibly. This whole shit got you ready to combust. Can feel your moist panties sticking to your center, insides so empty, in desperate need of a pummeling from Choso's cock. "Sorry, baby.. Damn.. But don't worry, got another dose for that naked lil kitty. Come bring er ta me."

Todo

The result is the same with Aoi everytime! With his big brawny ass sitting leaned back against your bed, forearms hooked under you luscious thick thighs, holding you up to his mouth as if you're light as a feather. Makes out with your lower lips aggressively, spitting a glob of your arousal back onto your freshly waxed cooch only to slurp it up again. Showers your pussy with praise as if she's a being, an entity of its own. Eventually ends up mumbling incoherently, way too pussy drunk for you to make out any words. Literally. Todo's head shakes from left to right, pathetically mouths and sucks on you; grunting and groaning shit you can't understand into your overstimulated snatch. "Aoi! Honey, please!" Still he refuses to cease his exploration, swollen lips no doubt having already tasted every inch of your hairless cunt. "Mmmmfuhuck.. Mph mph mmm!" You're sure that there's no more squirt to gush since both of you, mostly Aoi, are covered in the fluid. And He fucking loves it. That coupled with your bare cunt soiling his face with the mess. Uses his cheeks to smear your creamy release everywhere, soiling your cocoa cunt and thighs a milky white in return. Then your man's back to violating your poor insides with his tongue. Has your pussy pounding, and clit throbbing to no end. Its absolutely torturous but no amount of begging aids your unfortunate predicament. It's all up to you. So you push at Toji's forhead and yank at his short curly ponytail; bucking wildly in his grip, aiming for even a moment of reprieve. And when the stars align and you actually manage to twist free from his embrace, limply dragging yourself to the bedroom door in an absolute laughable escape attempt.. Todo allows it at first, head tilted as he throws a dazzling smile at your disobedience. Will even let you get as far as the living room before he boogiewoogies you back into the bedroom. Your left to cower in fear as your boyfriends evil chuckles ring out, his footsteps heavy as he stalks back to the room to repeat the process over and over again. "Ready or not y/n, here I come.."

Yuuji

You try to hide it from your sneaky link, knowing how Yuuji felt about waxing. Its was like night and day how your carefree side piece becomes obsessive soon as you mention the pubic hair becoming uncomfortable. But you do appreciate him informing you at the beginning of your situationship that he liked body hair; said it was normal and continuously begged you not to get rid of it. You're honestly grateful for the temporary break of your routine pain-in-the-ass waxing. Eventually slaying the hair on your head ain't enough. You miss that clean feeling of your body being hair less and smooth all over. But you'd rather avoid one of Yuuji's terrifying tantrums therefore you swiftly forget about it. Not that hard to do when you remember that time he threatened to unleash Sukuna on you if he even thought you were thinking bout the word wax. "Do it. I dare you, y/n. He's just dying ta meet you.. And ya pretty lil kitty too.." You dont like the way he smiles at you, how his gaze falls to your quivering cunt. So it effectively puts the task on the shelf for another couple weeks. But now it's been a few months in total and you can't take this shit anymore. So you book the appointment; refusing to see Yuuji after, only accepting his texts and calls. You're absolutely caught slippin one evening around midnight, the goddamn menace purposefully showing up knowing you'd already be asleep. His psycho ass finds his way inside your home through a cracked window. Discovers you knocked out, dressed only in one of his oversized tees; legs slightly parted, giving him a tiny look at your dirty little secret. That's when you're awakened by a warm hand gently grabbing your ankle to crook your leg at the knee, giving him a better view. Yuuji's angry face swims into your groggy vision as you open your eyes. "Yuu? Was goin on? What're doin here?" You blink rapidly, trying refocus your foggy mind. "You.. You skinned my kitty cat." The fuck? "I did what now?" You're so befuddled. What's he talking bout? "So this is what you do when I'm not around.. The exact fuckin opposite of what I tell you not to do. I dont like that shit, y/n. What else you been doin behind my back?"

His harsh words and tone, the way he looks down at you in distaste is helping you come to your senses quicker than quick. The hell's his problem? "Look, I don't know what crawled up your ass and died.. But you don't tell me shit. Matter fact, can't tell me shit. We don't even go together." Your fiery attitude sets his lips in a thin line, eyes glaring daggers into your depths. "You tellin me I can't put you in yo place, ma? Correct me if I'm wrong. Thas what you sayin, right?" Yuuji's tone holds warning, grip on your ankle tightening. You know you should hold your tongue, but how dare he disturb your peace and then flip out on you without giving a reason why! "What, can't chu hear? Cause I ain't fuckin stutter. Must be outta yo mind.." He holds your gaze for way too fuckin long. It actually gives you goosebumps when his narrowed eyes relax into a cold stare, lips pulling up in a snail slow sadistic smile. "Fair enough. Maybe you right, maybe I can't check yo disrespectful ass. Lucky for me we both know who can." You gasp in shock when Yuuji shuts his lids and thick black lines appear on his face. "Yuu, no! Wait, don't go!" But it's too late. You watch his fangs elongate, sharpened nails digging into your skin as the hold on your ankle becomes bruising. His neck snaps to the side so sharply that you jump. Heart beat speeding watching him tilt his head from left to right, joints in his neck popping, a deep growl emitting from his snarled lips. Those piercing red eyes open as he slowly, so creepily trails his leer back to your trembling frame. "S-sukuna.." "Bingo, honey. It's so nice to finally meet you. Have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment." He snatches you closer by your ankle, bending down to cage you against the bed. You can barely suck in a breath when Sukuna's hand wraps around your throat tight to pull you in for a rough kiss. Licks into your mouth, sucks and bites at your tongue and lips, taking glee in your pained whimpers. "Really should've listened to him, y/n. Cause he was playin nice. But I promise you I won't, honey. I'm about to fucking ruin you, sweet thing."

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Dad's Best Friend ft. Kishibe

dbf!Kishibe who's been your father's bff for over 25 years and loves you more than anything in the world: Coddles and shows you a gross amount of affection, like you're not a whole grown ass woman. Let's you plop in his lap evertime he comes over for a drink, ignoring your father's taunts bout your neediness. Dark eyes glued the tv, absentmindely rubbing circles on your back as you nuzzle into his neck. Ignorant to the sheer will it takes you not grind onto his soft cock. "Okay there, sweets? You keep squirming.. Won me ta hold you closer?" You nod, warmth spreading through your body when Kishibe tightens his embrace.

dbf!Kishibe isn't big on conversation but thinks it's adorable how you ramble on about any and everything to him: Just random shit. From your favorite celeb gossip to simple girl talk, you keep his attention for hours. Only his girl can get him caught up on the most recent trash reality tv shows that he never intends to watch. Unless you ask him to of course. Kishibe lends a honest ear, asks questions, and provides commentary when needed. "Baby, I can't be the only person you got to talk to right now. Its 2am. Know I have work early in the mornin." He groans from his end of the phone. "Yeah, but I haven't seen you inna few days. I miss youuu. Wanna hear your voice." Kishibe sighs. He knows that's only a half truth. Also knows he won't be gettin off the phone anytime soon. "That right? Think you just wanna tell me what happened on the next episode of.. What was it?" He teases. "It's called Baddies! See? You never listen!" Kishibe rolls his eyes. "Uh huh. That must be why you on my line right now. tsk. Go on and tell me what happened on ya lil show before I go to sleep on yo ass." "Okay, okay! Geez.."

dbf!Kishibe has always treated you like his princess, but you're older now, and very aware of his Queen treatment: All begins when he notices you real down for a few days. Doesnt wanna pry so he starts wakin you up to compliments and affirmations through text. Even as a man of few words, he thinks it's important you know how smart, kind and pretty you are. You're worth simply can't be measured to Kishibe, and he needs you to understand that. Doesn't care if your dad's around or who hears how special he thinks you are. "Fuckin aced my exam!" You exclaim one late afternoon, slidin through the kitchen after gettin back from uni. Kishibe and your father wait for you, posted at the breakfast bar. Kishibe arms squeeze tight inna hug while your dad opts for high five and small tickle to your side. "So fantastic, sweetheart! Knew you could do it. Always been too smart for your own good." Kishibe chuckles at your pout. "Know what? Let's go out. We gotta celebrate our girls milestone." But your dad scoffs. "Milestone? It's just a test, Kish. She takes em all time." "Dad, it's not just a test. I studied hard as hell for this one. It's a large chunk of my grade." Kishibe slings an arm round your shoulders, holdin up your exam papers before chiming in again. "Come on, old man. She passed with flying colors. Our girl could be a doctor or some shit. Never know. I say she deserves some special treatment." "Then you take her. Work drained all this old man's energy. I'm goin to sleep. Great job again, y/n. Proud of you." With a kiss to your forehead, he's off to bed. Kishibe doesn't let you wallow though. Pulls you in close to whisper in your ear. "Three's a crowd anyway, sweet thing. Go put on somethin black and tiny. Let's go do somethin fun tonight."

dbf!Kishibe only pretends to be oblivious to your little crush on him: He doesn't mind his gorgeous girl's longing stares or subtle flirting. Teases the fuck out you by purposefully acting clueless. Wants to see how far you'll go with your little infatuation. And it's a full time job. So Kishibe finds any reason to sleep over whenever he can. "Babygirl?" He calls for you naked and wet through the cracked bathroom door. "Bring me my towel, please. Left it on the bed." You comply, not realizing the treat you're in store for. Jaw dropping seeing his pretty dick for the first time. It's not hard but it's still so thick. A nice medium toned flesh colored shaft, mushroom tip dark pink and flaring wide. Its fuckin perfect. "H-here.. Here you go." "Thanks." Kishibe takes the towel, sexy grin appearin how your gaze never wavers from his cock. He's startin to stiffen- and drip more than water from your lusty stare . "Careful, honey. You're wakin the beast. Can't do that when your dad's around."

dbf!Kishibe loves to spoil you rotten: Takes you shoppin, gets your nails and hair done, puts gas in you car. Whatever you desire is at your finger tips. All you gotta do is flutter your lashes and pout your full lips and Kishibe is bending to your every will: "The fuck you need this for?" His words a nasty growl when you interrupt him workin on your dad's car to shove your phone into his face and show him a skimpy lavender lingerie set. "Thought you said pretty girls deserve pretty things." You whine, stomping your foot when Kishibe scoffs and bends under the hood to resume his task. "I'm not buyin that shit for you to show some lil fuck boy in your class, y/n." How dare he! You were absolutely repulsed by your first taste of fuck boy and only have eyes for him. "Not for anyone, Kishi. Just thought it would look good on me. Don't you?" He glances up, eyes raking over every inch of you. Fuck yeah, he does. Plus, Kishibe just can't take the soft vulnerable face you put on once he meets your gaze. Or the thought of that flimsy scrap of lace wrapped round your frame. "Fine, y/n." He takes his wallet out and tosses it to you. "You better get one in my favorite color- nah. Scratch that. Get one of each. And do same day shipping. I want a picture of it on you by tonight."

dbf!Kishibe does random pop ups when your left home alone for extended amounts of time: Knows your father works hard and promises to take good care of their little girl when he's away. Though this time, you don't expect him anytime soon since Kishibe texts he'll be comin by late tonight. When he finally does arrive, his idea of surprising you with your favorite dish doesn't quite go as planned. He let's himself in with the spare key and tip toes to your room but your not there. After a quick search, he finds you in the guest room and is stunned into silence. You're tangled in the sheets on your hands and knees, hardly covered in that damn pastel purple scrap of lace, slowly fuckin your puffy chocolate puss with a pink dildo. Clearly you hadn't washed the covers from Kishibe's overnight stay the way you inhale them, arch deepening and puttin your most delicate areas on display to his greedy gaze. The little show you put on has his girth raging stiff for you in record time. "Uhn! Oh, Kishibeee! Uhh, uhh, uhh! Stuff me till I can't take it. Need your fat cock to ruin me, Kishi!" His ears burn hot listening to you as he stares intently between your beautiful brown thighs, mouth watering for a taste. Swollen cock won't stop twitchin, precum already drippin in anticipation. "Yeees! Feed this pussy that dick, give it to me! So fuckin wet for you, know it'll slide right in." Your brows pinch, nose scrunching as you fuck yourself a bit quicker. Little puss drooling from the stretch, squelching loud from the swift pumps. "Wish you were here.. Ahh! Don't wanna -mmm- wait anymore. Want you to h-hold me down.. Fuck me like onahole, Daddy!" The fuck?! Kishibe groans quietly at your slutty pleas. Fuck, you're askin for it. His dick throbs widly from how feral you're behaving, even though the dildo's barely half way in. "Ohfuh- Kishibe!Fuckfuckfuck! 'S so big, splitting me in half! Fill me up just like that.. Haah, so close! Gonna cum so much, Kishi!" Kishibe's mouth drops open, grip on your dinner involuntarily loosening a bit as his groin pulses intensely. He's stuck frozen in place, totally entranced, ready to burst at the seams from the erotic visual. "Yeees.. Oh God, gonna wet up that big dick.. F-fuck me, Kishi! Fuck this pussy till I cum, make it yours Daddy! Ohmy- cummiiing! So good! Haahshit! Feels so fuckin goood!" Witnessing you gush all over your toy and sheets is his demise. Kishibe's gotta bite his bottom lip to muffle his grunts as he nuts. Pent up cock spurting cum like a fire hose as he watches you shiver, swearin and callin out to him while you fuck yourself into overstimulation.

dbf!Kishibe can't stop his dick from chubbin when your in his presence anymore, so he spends less time with you: It's always been a challenge to look and not touch but how can he do that when he hears your beautiful filthy fuckin sobs of his name ringin in his ears 24/7? The image of you cummin ingrained in his mind so fiercely, he's officially rubbed his dick raw. Thinks his hiatus will save you before he does somethin he can't take back. But then you show up on Kishibe's doorstep, hair inna messy bun, dressed in one of his old hoodies and the tiniest pair of jean shorts he's ever seen. Pretty y/e/c eyes rimmed red and teary as you yell at him for ghosting you. "..so what, replace me that fast? Can't answer my calls or texts? At least coulda responded to my fuckin email- I begged you to tell me what I did wrong! You're a fuckin piece of shit, Kishibe!" You tire yourself shoutin and bangin on his chiseled chest. End up right back in his lap, on his couch this time as he tries to console you. "I know sweetheart, I'ma fuckin jerk. Asshole like me don't deserve a perfect girl like you. Didn't do anything to me. How could you? Ain't nothin a sweet thing like you could do to push me away, you know that. Its.. It's all my fault." "Then why, Kish? Why'd you leave me? Told me.. Told me I'm you're favorite girl, that you'd always be here for me. So why can't you just tell me what's goin on? I don't get it.. Or at least my dad. He's your best friend." Kishibe sighs, shakin his head. "Yeah, I know that. But how in the hell do I tell my best bud that I watched our girl fuck her own brains out while screamin for me to use her like a onahole? Hmm? And that I actually almost did. Was two seconds from pushin your head into the sheets so I could breed that inexperienced lil pussy all night long." You tense on his muscled thigh for the briefest of moments. "Had to stay away, y/n. I went too far.." The fuck he did. Didn't go far enough. And how could you not realize he saw the lewd display? Even with pretendin to arrive a good while after, he couldn't take his gaze from you the entire evening. Finally.. At last it feels like your advances are gettin you somewhere. "And?" You stand up, lookin down on his fine ass. "And? Wha- ... Fuck you mean and?" Kishibe stares up at you incredulously, tongue swipin over his bottom lip when his eyes do a swift dart to your smooth mocha thighs.

"Did you really think we'd just endlessly flirt forever? Geez Kishi.. Don't make me have to spell it out for you. Supposed to be this big strong devil hunter." You pull off your hoodie, revealing your bare chest. Undoin your bun, messy 30 inch waves tumble down your shoulders and back. "Y/n, baby, wait. Let's talk bout this." "Looks like you wanna do more than talk, Kish." Fuck, your right. Kishibe's so fuckin hard. Even though that should be impossible after how much he's nutted to you these past 2 weeks. But your tits are so damn pretty and he really wants to play with the cute cherry piercings dangling from your stiff dark peaks. Still, Kishibe attempts one last play at 'the good guy' when you go to push down your shorts. "Don't." It's a weak protest. "Please, babygirl. Don't do this.. I'm only a man." Your bottoms hit the floor as you giggle, pussy clenchin at his dick visibly beatin against his slacks. "And I'm a woman, Kishibe. Your woman." He groans a low "Fuck yes." fists balling when you crowd him, settin your painted toes on the edge of the couch; the angle spreadin your glistening cocoa cunt for him. "You know.. Lately, you don't listen to me very well, Kishi. And we've both know I've always been very concise about my wants and needs." Two fingers creep to move in and out of your hot lil snatch, free hand fisting at his short blonde tips as you effortlessly fall into a slow deep rythym. "So I need- mmm.. Need you to listen like you used to.. You can do that for me, yeah?" Kishibe's dying to replace his digits with yours. Swallows hard watchin you scissor your fingers before strokin your coochie a bit quicker. The generous amount of slick provides a nice wet plap plap to fill the air. "But you hear me now, right Daddy?" Fuck it! He can't fight against it anymore. Lips dam near teleportin round your poundin clit, eyes closing in bliss as he nods and nurses your sensitive nub. "Kishibe!" His big hands grab your ass and hold you against his incessant mouth, dick ready to buss from your shrieks and the taste of your creamy cookie. Yeah, Kishibe hears you all alright.

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Dating Both Boys (NSFW Alphabet)

A = Aftercare: The boys are very aware they both leave your whole body soiled and brain fucked so stupid that it's only fair to run you a nice warm bubble bath, help wash away their cum and soothe your sore overworked limbs. Sometimes you put the pussy on em so good that Satoru falls into a dreamlesss slumber soon as he nuts, snorin in your ear with his softening length still lodged deep inside you. But Suguru ain't the one. Holds his nose till he gasps dramatically, ice blue eyes shootin open. "Wake up idiot. Go get the bath ready for her."

B = Body Part (fave): "Mouth!" Suguru's cheeks heat when his answer spills from his lips before you can get the question out. "Sorry. Just really love kissin you." "Aw, how sweet Sugu!" "And.. Seein your plump lips all glossed up, slidin up and down my dick.. Shit really does somethin to me.." "Sugu! Tsk. Can tell Toru's been a bad influence on you." Now Satoru comes up with a different response everytime, filthy ass gropin wherever he can reach each time you bring the topic up to get a direct answer. "Baby, how can I choose? You're so fuckin perfect. There's no part of you that can't make me nut till I drop." You shake your head at the horny fuck. "Maybe I should ask your dick instead since you only think with him, fuckin THOT." "Touchè, baby. Touchè.."

C = Cum: Since your white haired sorcerer is nothin short of an absolute terrorizing menace, he finds satisfaction in blanketing your face with his cum whenever you allow it. Will really jerk his cock off all in your grill and cum a second time if he doesn't deem the first load big enough. "Hmm.. Think that's enough. Can barely open your eyes now, pretty mama. Let's go show Sugu!" For Suguru it's a tie between stuffin your throat or cunt. Loves when you stick your tongue out to show him the mess before swallowin your reward. Sometimes he's nice enough to let you decide. "Tell me ma, should I feed this mouth up here? Or do your pretty brown lips below wanna taste this nut?"

D = Dirty Secret: You stumble upon the skeleton in their closet one bright sunny afternoon comin home from class. You'd stayed later to have a word with Yaga, declining the boys offer to wait up. You're just not expectin to catch a savage Satoru brutally mounting Suguru doggystyle inna way that makes you 100% sure this ain't the first time. You stare wide eyed through the cracked bedroom door, hand clamped over your mouth, thighs pressing together as your pussy flutters to the sight. Both men on the bed facin you, gruntin and growlin like hungry predators. Satoru feels your presence but pretends otherwise. Disgusting filth drippin from his lips as he speeds the pace, smackin Suguru's flesh and yankin on his dark locks so hard that he cries out like a whore. You watch intently, stunned but so fuckin turned on. Sure they've touched each other in front of you, handjobs and such, but it had always seemed like they only engaged cause it turned you into a supersoaker. You ain't never seen no orgasmic shit like this. Gotta slide your fingers into your panties for some well needed relief, mentally smackin yourself when a small moan slips out. "Well, well, well.. Looks like we got an audience Sugu." Satoru finally acknowledges you, not bothering to slow his hips as he tugs Suguru from the pillows by his tangled hair. His dark eyes meet yours, tinted cheeks flushin an even brighter red as shame fills his core. It was an interesting fuckin evening for sure.

E = Experience: Satoru of course was a man whore before he convinced you to give him a shot. You assume he'll be quite versed in the art of all things sexual and for the most part, he is. Skilled and so quick to get excited when he sees how good you're feelin. But sometimes you need to readjust his fingers or hips to the correct angle, remind him not to rush cause none of you aren't goin anywhere. "There, Toruuu.. Right there but not so fast. Got all night- right Sugu?" As far as your other boyfriend was concerned, you hit the fuckin jackpot cause he was a virgin when you guys started dating. It really is a holy experience to be able to corrupt thee Suguru Geto. Though you feel bad when Satoru teases him on you bein the only pussy he's ever gotten. "Shut up Toru. Or I'll tie you up, not let you cum while you watch me drain Sugu's fat balls." Satoru smacks his lips and the back of Suguru's head in irritation. "See woman? You be choosin.."

F = Favorite Position: Satoru's breath catches in his throat, a glowing brightness fraying the edges of his vision the first time he gets you on all fours, baring witness to that almost back breakin arch. You're a godess to him, especially in this position- perfect round ass jiggling widly, smackin his pelvis in thundering claps. Sticky strings of your shared arousal connecting you both every time he pulls his hips back. Don't get him started on your reactions. Your feral as shit in this position. "Fuck, could you be any louder? Hm? No really baby, can you? Let's test it out." Suguru doesn't agree with Satoru on much but your ass is definitely just as hypnotizing to him. Though he prefers you in reverse cowgirl, smackin both hands down your dimpled cheeks till they burn more than your strained thighs. Even spreads them, smilin when you get all shy and flabbergasted as he stares longingly at your winking holes. Doesn't ever forget to make sure a mirrors nearby so he doesn't miss your tits matchin the rythym of your voluptuous hips. "Good God, y/nnn.. Killin me baby- oh fuck! Bouta cum!" "Nooo, only b-been a few minutes Suguuu!"

G = Goofy: The three of you've been together so long, bond so deeply rooted, they absolutely feel free to be carelessly humorous with you. Even in vulnerable moments. Satoru especially, lovin to put his mean dom twist on it. Mocks your strangled pleas and breathless cries of his name as he grins and wreaks havoc on your clit. Suguru is more reserved when he's inside you. Mostly waits for you to initiate; usually a dirty joke bout how big he is. He offers a huffed chuckle and a quick quip as he takes you apart piece by piece. "All the better to fuck you with my dear."

H = Hair: The carpet absolutely matches the drapes on these gorgeous hunk of men. Does it really surprise a soul that Suguru keeps his shit as neat as the hair on his head? Both men trim, though Satoru may forget and need a reminder. Bonus: Your fresh out the bath, towel wrapped round your curvy body snugly, sittin on the edge of the tub. Your lookin for an escape route as Suguru stands by the sink pleading with you. "Please y/n? All you gotta do is lay back and spread for us." "Ew. Why Sugu? So freakin gross!" You whine back. "No it's not. Perfectly normal thing for couples to do. Right, Toru?" You both look to a chill Satoru leaned against the bathroom doorway. "Course it is. But even if it weren't, that wouldn't stop us sweetheart. You should know that by now." "But I always shave myself down there. Why do you want to?" "Cause it'll bring us closer baby, you'll see." You look at Satoru again but he shrugs, giftin you a dazzling smile. "Fine." You grumble. "Great! Toru go get the bowl of water and razor in the kitchen, you know where." "On it!" He whizzes from the room as you instantly realize this was prearranged. "Fuckin freaky plotters!"

I = I Love You: Even though Satoru's shallow ass confessed during sex, he meant it with all his heart. But neither you or Suguru had said it yet and rejection was an experience he wasn't fond of. Regardless, it slips one day when he's got you missionary. Fingers linked as he sensually makes love to you, nut just over the horizon. You're so needy, beggin him to tell you how good you're makin him feel; to tell you how much he needs you. "Oh fuck yes you're a good girl. No one can take me better baby. Mmm.. Please don't ever take my pussy away.. Ahhh- so good sweetheart! Love it so much. Looove this pussy.. Shiiit cummin, y/n! Love you so much, babygirl!" With Suguru it comes when you offer the perfect solution to the issue of the curses he swallows tastin like shit onna stick, although it takes a considerable amout of your cursed energy and temporarily weakens you severely. "Can't believe you did this for me. Thank you, princess. So so fuckin much. I appre- no y/n. I love you. Love you forever and a day, babe."

J = Jerking Off: It's all Suguru knew at one point so now that he's sampled sex with you, he's grown a serious disliking to makin himself cum. But he doesn't like to impose on you. You're a busy woman, as well as you put in a lot of time and energy into keepin both your men happy in any way you can. So when he gets an inkling that you need a break, he'll head to the bathroom to handle business. Makes sure to bring his cell, full of sexy pics and vids of his lovers. Satoru is a bit more selfish. Realistically, the man probably only jerks off alone 7-8 times a year. Makes sure that either of his partners lend a helping hand whenever he gets too pent up. Other than that if his hands on his dick it's aim or tease.

K = Kink: Suguru's into a lil role play, spit kink, edging, a smidge of voyeurism and a whole lotta breeding. Might actually die of embarrasment if you ever found out about the latter. Told Satoru they'd battle to the death if he ever snitched. Wants 10 babies that look just like his lovers. You're both so beautiful, can you blame him? And Satoru has too many kinks to count, we'd be here all day tryin to list em all. But some of his faves include light BDSM, Daddy kink sprinkled with some puppy play, and of course some somno. He wasn't sure how to introduce the last one into the fold though. How was he ever supposed to tell his princess, or even Suguru for that matter, that he drools daily fantasizing about slidin into your unconscious body. Wants to see if he can fuck that perfect pussy to an orgasm while you sleep, needs you to lay there all warm and pliant, oblivious to him usin you like a pocket pussy.

L = Location: Satoru is a connoisseur of public relations. Literally any fuckin where. The amount of joy he finds from you pullin out all the stops in effort to hold in your pitchy moans is fuckin sickening. From him feastin on your pulsing clit in the car in the movie theater parking lot to fingerin you in a booth at your fave restaurant. It's all the more worse when he taunts you with his soft pink mouth, kissin up and down your neck tenderly as you try to hide the way your eyes cross behind your menu. But Suguru beats Satoru in depravity this time. It's a whole new level of sick how much he delighted in fuckin you in your childhood bed when you take them to meet your parents. You thank God they ran to the store to grab a few items to for dinner. Satoru begrudgingly plays watch-out by the front door as Suguru fucked you so hard he splintered the headboard against the wall. He's been absolutely infatuated with doin it again since.

M = Motivation: It doesn't take much to get the boys ready for some action. You poke fun at them constantly bout how easy it is to make their dicks rise to the occasion. But they take it on the chin easily cause they know its 100% true. They'll never not be able to get hard for you at the drop of a dime, even after a couple rounds. Run your fingers through Suguru's black mane, nails scratching his scalp how he likes and now he's sittin in front of you, avoiding eye contact as he tries to hide the tent in his pants. "Not my fault Sugar- you know what that does to me!" It's even less work for Satoru, only havin to give him your signature bedroom eyes. He's immediately hard, trippin over his pants and underwear while he tries to take them off as he chases you to the bedroom. "Better come back- y/n! Bring my pussy back here, now!"

N = No: There just isn't many ways for you to gross your men out or turn them off. With that being said shit play and piss play isn't in the cards for you three. Like thanks, but no thanks! Well.. except that one time you told Satoru to stop as he bounced you on his dick, moaning out that you had to pee. He refused. Chalked it up to you gettin ready to squirt, like you were known to do from time to time. But Mr. Know It All was wrong and got wet the fuck up. His only response was to slam you down by your shoulders and creampie you with a loud pitiful whine. To this day he argues that you squirted. "Nice try. But not likely, sir." "Well.. Either way I'm fuckin." "You really are a fuckin freak, Toru."

O = Oral: Neither are stingy in the department. Both your boy's eyes light up like kids in a candy store when they get to eat you out. In part to satiate their own needs but also because of how much they know you enjoy it. Suguru waits with bated breath to hear yours catch when he holds your gaze and slowly sinks to his knees in front of you. Cums untouched the way you shudder as he nurses your nub, thick thighs squeezin his ears tight as hell. And Satoru's equally obsessed with the taste of you. The times you allow him to tie you up though.. It's a roll if the dice if he's gonna overstim you or not. Usin his mouth is his fave way to overwhelm you, big hands tuggin you back onto his swollen lips when you attempt to run from his talented tongue.

P = Pace: It's just depends on the mood. Chiiile.. Both of em are waaay too versatile to stick with a singular speed. One of the reasons why your guys sex life's so great is because of how spontaneous they are- in every way. Satoru especially, peepin your reactions; waitin till your nice and relaxed, gradually stroking in before pullin out, angling just right and fuckin in quicker than speedy gonzales. Drools how your fat jiggles from his sudden jarring thrusts. "Aww. Poor lil cry baby.. What's that, honey? Faster? Heh. Anything for you baby." Similarly Suguru will tease you too. Or just plain out ask you what your in the mood for. "So how you wanna doin this thang, mama? Want me to play nice or not? ... Oh yeah? Better cancel your plans then girl. Finna tear it up.."

Q = Quickie: Suguru's much better at em than Satoru. Makes sure you not to wrinkle your clothes if there's not enough time to strip you. And always asks where you want him to cum so it's not an inconvenience. "Ahhh fuck.. It's comin honey- where you want it? ... Inside? Ohhh thank fuck, here it is sweet girl. Take that shit.." But Satoru loves to ravish you so he turns his nose up at quickies. That's not to say his pussy whipped ass isn't gonna fuck but he always rolls his eyes and huffs in exasperation when you tell him to hurry up or becareful of your hair. "Fuckin hell, woman.. Would you shush up and lemme do my job while you do yours? Just sit pretty and take this dick like a good girl."

R = Risk: Satoru's always game to experiment when it comes to doin shit to you. A bit more reserved concerning you wantin to do somethin he considers to be 'psychotic'. "Oh come on Toru. Don't be a scaredy cat!" He stiffens, chiseled chest pokin out as he lays up all spread out on the bed with you in between his legs. "It's just a finger! You know you've done a lot worse to Sugu." Satoru sputters at you, arms crossin across his chest indignantly. "Whatever. I'm not saying no, I said go slow." "Ok, ok.. yeesh.. Big baby." You say the latter under your breath with a smirk. "Heard that shit, woman!" Now Suguru's just as cautious. And that's probably a good thing since you guys tend to test each others limitations. "Y/n, you can't be serious! You realize you're just gonna give the egomaniacal bastard another power trip, right?" He fumes at a silent grinning Satoru. "Please baby, it's for me. Forget he's even there. Focus on me, handsome." You advise him sweetly, gently pushin him to his knees. Finally givin Satoru the opportunity to force his dick between Suguru's dark blush lips. He does as you say, holding your adoring gaze, large palms settling on Satoru's narrow hips. "Thats it, just like that Sugu. Doin so well, don't even need any help." Satoru pants and groans, holdin the sides of Suguru's head as he eases in and out of his warm wet mouth, mentally noting the lack of a gag reflex. "Fuuuuck, she ain't lyin babe. You're a fuckin natural."

S = Stamina: You can get your men to cum multiple times during a session, both bein able to shoot about 3-4 nuts before the overstimulation is damn near crippling. Though on the norm, since you already have two big strong men to take care of, they let you off the hook with an orgasm each. Can't blame a girl for being good at doin the do! But to set the record straight, they can fuck way longer than you can take. You usually max out your stamina by the end of round 2. But neither ever mind. They just scoop you up and carry your fatigued frame to the shared bathroom. "My poor tired woman. Had to use the safe word.. Did so good for us though, mama. That right, Toru?" A nude half hard Satoru trails behind, feelin a smidge of guilt at your half conscience state. "Fuck yeah. You did 'mazin tonight, sweetheart. Don't worry, we'll take care of you now. ... And Sugu.. Maybe later.. You can finish takin care of me?" His tone pathetically hopeful. "For cryin out loud, horndog. Can we just get her cleaned up first? ... Then we'll, uh... We'll see what happens." The giddy bounce Satoru does in obvious anticipation as he runs your bath, lengthy cock now drippin and at full mass again, makes Suguru blush like a virgin.

T = Toys: Ofcourse y'all add a few toys to the mix every now and again. You prefer air pulsing vibrators instead of the extra intense devices that can be numbing. The boys love using em as foreplay, otherwise they're mainly for when you're alone. Satoru has a good size chest of shit- whips, nipple clamps, ball gags and even an unassembled sex swing. There's a bunch more and you haven't tried em all yet but can't wait. But you like to play and feign disinterest when he brings up his nasty lil box. They know better though. Suguru's not entirely experienced when it comes to this area but even he notices how much wetter you get when they use toys. And it's no problem when Satoru has to teach him how to use some of em on you cause he's a real quick learner. There's just somethin real naughty bout seein you cuffed to the spreader bar, sight never fails to get him impatient as hell. "Move Toru, needa fuck her first tonight." He breathes, rudely bumpin Satoru to the side with his shoulder. "Ok, ok. Geez, Sugu. Don't gott be a dick bout it. And try not to cum too quick this time." He chuckles at the blatant eagerness, but Suguru's not amused. "Quiet. Or I'll put you in the spreader and fuck you next." He's just talkin shit, already sinkin into your heat and forgetting bout Satoru's incessant taunting. So preoccupied with you that he misses the way Satoru's dick twitches as he gulps audibly, imagining Suguru's empty threat in his filthy mind.

U = Uncut: Satoru's circumcised with a lengthy cock. You often wonder if it's as long as his lanky body, how far it reaches inside, easily able to jam your poor gspot repeatedly if need be. He's got your throat trained real good without even tryin cause of how thick it is. But it just doesn't compare to the depth this man reaches inside you. He's got more veins than Suguru too. Your fave protrudes and twists round his base, beggin to be licked when he's fully hard. But Suguru's uncut, almost as extended as Satoru, though has a more girth to him. Takes him no time for his cock to rage red when he's been stiff for too long. Also spills alot more precum than Satoru. Loves when you pull the skin back and suck softly, effectively siphoning the clear fluid from his slit till he's nuttin a big fat load down your throat.

V = Volume: To this day you don't know why Suguru sometimes tries to bite his lips or fist to muffle the beautiful noises that slip out. His deep gruff grunts are so quiet, opting to tell you in words how good he feels or when he's bout to cum. It's something you work on, constantly reminding him there's no shame in voicing how good he feels. But when you put the pussy on him too good or he's too pent up, which is pretty often, he's less self conscious. Huffin and puffin against your moist mouth, lewd phrases tumbling from him nonstop. You're not even sure he knows what he's saying half the time. You're eventually inhaling his loud piteous moans into your mouth as he loses his mind in your lil puss. And of course we all know Satoru's a screamer. He never shuts the fuck anyway, so why would he do so in the bedroom? It's starts of with booming cries into your ear that eventually end up with wails of how good you feel echoing round the room. He's not doing it on purpose, but as soon as his mouth opens when he's in-between your thighs, you and your neighbors are definitely bout to hear an earful.

W = Wild Card: (Fucking to Music) It's something you initiated but Satoru was definitely wit it. Boys got more rythym in his hips than you and it should be fuckin illegal. You give him a list of your favorite love makin songs and he brings back a playlist, adding a few nasty songs of his own that got no business bein played anywhere but Functions. He's loves gettin you in missionary, rollin his hips into yours seductively as he matches the slow beat. An aroused sob rips from your chest out your mouth when he lessens the pace, singing the words quietly at your ear as he cages you to the bed. This is when Suguru's voyeurism kicks in, skin heatin up as lays in bed next to you guys; watchin your love making turn to frenzied fucking as the song changes, taking notes on how Satoru's tempo never strays from the flow of the music. Can't wait to show you what he can do next.

X = X-ray: Satoru likes to be ready for the pussy at drop of a dime so you're used to him goin commando most days but you are so not a fan.. Even when you tease him, tossin him a clean pair of Suguru's boxers and tellin him he's onna coochie restriction if he dont start wearin some damn drawers round here. "Fuck is that?" You scoff and put your hands on your shapely hips. "Means you aint gettin no pussy till you start wearin underwear, you lil hoe." He clutches his heart, feigning chest pains as you roll your eyes at his dramatics. "Don't play with me like that sweetheart. Guess you win.." You really don't though. The next time you yank down his bottoms, eyes wide before grippin your belly in hysterics at the fact that he's wearing a pair of your lacy panties. "Satoru!" You manage through your giggle fit but he only professes his innocence."What? I'm just doin what you told me to! Do I get the pussy now?" Suguru watches the reoccurring debacle in amusement, glad he has no issue with wearin his trusted snug black boxer briefs. You always make sure to give him extra big smooch when they're bout to leave the house, opting to ruffle Satoru's soft white hair instead as you try not grin at his pout. "What? Not my fault Sugu's a good boy that doesn't walk round in public slangin his dick print everywhere." Satoru huffs his disdain for Suguru's 'ass kissin', declaring him a teachers pet.

Y = Yearning: Between your two sex crazed men, their libido is very very high. It's to be expected since your guys attraction and chemistry has been on point since before you officially started dating. It really is like were made for one another. But if they're not specifically careful, they'll easily wear you out. It's unavoidable, you just turn them on too fuckin much. Suguru will even try to slake his desires by jerking off over your tired frame after they've fucked you into exhaustion. "Shit! 'S not enough, forgive me baby. Just need a lil more. Won't fuck you anymore, dont worry! Just need to feel you, my one and only girl." Rubs his cock all over your sweaty body cause his hand just doesn't compare to any part of your soft flawless mocha frame. Cums as he trace his dick across your stretch marks, moaning how pretty and perfect you are. "F-fuuuck.. So sorry, honey. Ahshit! Gonna let you rest, almost done. Just lemme- ohhh fuck, 'm cummin!" Satoru can't contain himself either, difference bein he doesn't even attempt to. Sometimes Suguru has to leave when he's still fuckin you, reminds Satoru that you might need a break soon on his way out but all he gets is a noncommitted hum. You try nudging at his abdomen, keening as he speeds his thrusts but Satoru only covers your mouth. Smile sinister as you scratch at his hand and push at his chest with wide eyes, muffled cries for Suguru goin unheard as your savior walks out the front door oblivious to your torture. Satoru fucks you even faster, fallin in love with your tight lil puss all over again. "Whose gonna save you now, y/n?"

Z = Zzz: Like previously mentioned, Satoru gets so drunk on your pussy it's written in the stars that he's driftin off soon as he nuts for the last time. Doesn't wanna squish his princess so will quickly turn you on your side or back, big dick still tucked deep inside as he drags you against his large warm body. "One sec.. Honey.. So tired, gonna.. get up inna.." Zzz. Suguru usually has to rectify the situation, pullin you from a whining Satoru or just plain smackin him. Loses all his patience if it's his turn to fuck. SLAP! "Ow! The fuck, Sugu?! What was that for?" He blinks rapidly, the nerve to actually be disoriented when he wasn't even supposed to be asleep! "Cause your in the way of my pussy, idiot. Don't pretend you ain't tackle me to the floor when it was your turn." Suguru replies, movin to smack him again. Now he of course he's just as tired as Satoru when he finishes. But only falls asleep right after if you decline aftercare. Snuggles up to the closest warm body and drifts into a peaceful slumber after a quick replay of the night's events in his weary mind.

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Levi

Multiple Creampies: Levi hates filth and it shows in every aspect of his life. He's very hygienic and encourages others to be as well. Even his titan kills are swift and clean. It isn't a surprise he's the same way in the bedroom. Tries to keep the mess to a minimal any way he can. Slurps up the drool that spills from your kiss swollen lips; licks away the tears that rain down cheeks when he angles his hips just right. He hopes you don't mind when he spreads towels out under you to catch the juices gushin from your plump chocolate pussy from his rough strokes. "Lift those hips, pretty. Gonna make sure that sloppy lil cunt doesn't leak everywhere when I give her what she needs." So it's only fair you help him contain his mess too right? Least that's what he tells you when he gets close, hastily tossin your legs over his shoulders as he recklessly pummels your flutterin snatch. You watch his second orgasm brew with low lids. Levi's so damn sexy, the evident pleasure on his face makin your body heat. "You're so fuckin pretty, Levi." He smiles lovingly at you, bending to press quick kisses to cheeks, nose and forehead. "Couldn't be as pretty as you. Impossible. My girls the most beautiful woman on the planet." He talks to you nice but feel so fuckin full of his hefty cock, addicted to your fine ass boyfriend spasming between your wet walls while he huffs and grunts. Levi's in the same boat; feels so much more intense fuckin his previous load damn near into your womb. "Shit, baby. Gonna dump my nut deep in your tummy again. Know you need to feel it too, sweet thing. Love it when I stuff this cute lil cunt, huh?" "Yeees, Levi. Do it, fill me up. N-need it so bad. Ahhh, so deep.. Wanna- oh! Wanna.. walk around everyday with your c-cum inside me." You whine. "Yeah? Such a good fuckin girl with a perfect fuckin pussy. Ahhh.. Dammit! Gonna buss inside you again now baby. And you better not fuckin spill it or else." Levi gives a beastly growl, grippin at your belly fat impulsively as he stares intently where he feeds your insides his creamy cum. It's always too much, leaks from round his cock on every push in. He sucks his teeth in mock disappointment when he finally finishes, eyes following the trail of his pearly fluids drippin down your glistening ass crack. "Such a freak. Stop starin, Le.. 'S embarrassing." "Hush. I'll look if I want too. And I take it back. Bad fuckin pussy.. Told her to keep it all in- now look at this mess, mama. Know what I gotta do right?" Levi drops your legs, caging your tired sweaty body with his. Long cock burrowing deep once more, forcin a hoarse cry from your throat. He eagerly kisses you, tongue slidin against your own gingerly. "Mmm. Taste so good. Almost as yummy as that lil puss when shes nice and sloppy with both our cum." Swallows your desperate sounds, slowly begins to rock his hips into yours. "Gonna put another fat load into this pretty puss and plug her up. Make sure she can't make anymore messes, honey. Hands and knees. Now." He pulls out, nose flaring when the pearly viscous liquid flows from your puffy slit like a river. "No, no more Leviii. Won't fit." "Shh. Yes it will. Now turn over, y/n. Gonna fuck this one in real deep."

Armin

Prostate Milking: Armin never wanted wanted to be commander. It's too much responsibility and he doesn't think he has the experience or skill to get the job done. The simple daily tasks alone keep him knee deep in shitty problems with even shittier solutions. He can't take another plan, plot, or raid. Needs to give up the unwanted power forced upon him, if even for a night. That's when he comes to you. You'd just closed your small tavern for the night when he drags himself through your establishments door, shoulders slumped with a somber look in his eyes. He speaks first when go to ask what's wrong. "Don't wanna talk bout it. Can we just.. Go to bed? Make me forget, y/n? Please.." So that's exactly what you do for your selfless commander; locking up, draggin him upstairs to your room, and makin him strip. Now you're both naked. Armin's face down ass up, your front draped across his back as you slowly fuck your fingers into him, tappin his pleasure button over and over. Cum already stains your dark blanket in a pool of white from his first two orgasms but you're sure one more'll do em some good. "Y/n! Need- ohgod! 'S too fuckin much! Can't! Take em out real qu- ohhh! Shit, shit, shit!" He's twitchin, muffling his moans into your bed, blonde bangs stuck his damp forehead. You take no pity, smirking when he stutters out wheezy gasps; tryin for the life of him to remember how to breath. "No way, baby boy. You came to me to get fucked. So lemme fuck you." Veiny cock so fuckin stiff from your fingers and words. Flushed a enraged red, bobbin and droolin between his quivering thighs. Just beggin for your touch. "Bet your dick is so hard, Min. Want me to touch it?" "So fuckin much, please! It hurts, 'm so hard for you." His delirious nod makes you wanna stroke him so fuckin bad but you know know he'll buss right away and you're not ready yet. Don't do much more than reachin under him to stroke your index finger up and down the base a few times, cherishing his full body shudder. "Yeah, like this? This what you want?" "Yeees!" You tut at him with a faux pout. "Oh Min, taught you better manners than that." "Please, y/n! Please touch my dick, need to feel your hands wrapped round me! Been so long- needtofeelit!" "Hmm.. That right? Then you don't want some pussy then? So mean.

Wanna feel your cock inside, baby. Thought you wanted that too.." You live to tease Armin, rile him up before lettin him cum his brains out. He besides himself, stumbling over his words tryin to convey how much he craves bein inside you. So you tease him for that too. "Look at you, Min. Can't even talk when my fingers are inside you. So hot when you let me fuck you like the whore you are. Shoulda came to me sooner. Haven't seen my sweet boy inna week. Not gonna keep me waitin next time are you?" You kiss up his back, smiling against his skin when he whines and bucks back on your two fingers, shakin his head. "Words, Armin." You yank at his blonde locks harshly. "Fuck!" Gently slidin a hand down the curve of his spine to sharply slap his cute lil tush twice, wiggling your digits into his slick depths and speedin the pace. God, he looks so damn good to you; makes you so wet your slit drools arousal down your thighs. "Ah! F-fuhuuck! Gonna cum. Can I? P-please y/n!" You pretend to think. "Hmm. I don't know. Didn't even answer my question. If you're gonna act like a brain dead lil slut then maybe I shouldn't let you cum tonight." You're mean words contradictory to how you add a third finger, pressin his back to deepen his arch and fuckin him harder. "No, I'm sorry! Sh-shit! I'll say it! S-say or do anything you want, baby please!" He's babbling nonsense phrases bout being a good boy as you peel yourself from his sweaty back. His pathetic protests break your heart, but you remain silent; listening to Armin plead for you to keep goin but you didn't plan on stoppin. Abusing his lubed up hole as you bend to sloppily licking at his taut nut sack, suckin and rollin them round in your mouth. "Y/nnnn!" Your a bit perturbed to miss his cock shoot thick globs all over the cover but blessed to witness this fine ass strong muscled man thrash erratically in pleasure because of you, broken sobs of your name flowin from his bitten spit slicked lips. "Good boy Armin!" Groanin round his balls hearin his nut splash your blanket so loud, so fuckin audibly. You only pull away when Armin whimpers, scrambling up the bed away from you probing fingers. Floppin on his back, big hands reachin out for you. "Fuck.. Bones feel like jelly.. Thought I would never stop cummin. Just dont know how much I needed that." Breathin harshly through his nose, tryin not to grimace at the feeling of his nut cooling against his skin. "Glad I could be of assistance, Commander." "No!Please.. Dont call me that. Don't want.. Not ready yet.." You nod, layin in his arms listenin to his hammering heartbeat slow as he holds you close. Massaging at your love handles, sticky dick still hard against your side. "Thank you.. I owe you one, baby." You look up into his handsome face to see him already lookin down at you adorably, makin your empty lil puss throb in want. You sit up, reachin to grab his throat firmly. "Then I'm cashin in, handsome. Fuck me with that perfect cock. Right now, nice and deep. And you better not cum without permission this time. After I wanna know brought you to me tonight. Understood?" You briefly squeeze tight for good measure. "Yes ma'am." Armin whispers.

Jean

Public Sex: Jean is to used to living each day like each second is his very last. It's been like that for so long, he's not sure if he can change after the wars over. He's hell bent on makin sure you'll be happy till your last breath and, albeit selfish, gettin everything he desires at a moments notice. Which unfortunately for you includes sinkin into your warm heat no matter where you guys are. Being in Survey Corp you're no stranger to gettin outside the walls, but tryin to enjoy the abscence of Titans surrounding Paradis with your MP boyfriend ends up with you smashed against a tree, both your bottoms pushed to your ankles as Jean wrecks your pussy from behind. One hand on the trunk to hold himself up, the other grippin the fat of your waist to keep you close. You've already cum but he won't stop. "Jean! S-slow, slow baby, please!" He huffs at your jumbled pleas in annoyance. "Don't wanna. Need you bad right now. Can't wait, y/n. Pussy's way too good to stop." You sob at his rough treatment of you. "B-but 's sooo big.. Ohfuck! Least take me home. 'M too loud. Don't wanna get caught!" Jean rolls his eyes but slows his feral thrusts. "Not goin any-fuckin-where woman. Gonna shut your pretty mouth and take it. But don't worry, you can do it. Know you can cause you always do. Pussy swallows my dick like a champ everytime." Digs deep for emphasis, grindin his dick against your battered walls forcefully instead. "Jean, baby, take some out! Jean!" Your ear splitting shriek frightens nearby birds to scatter and Jean laughs with glee. Wishes someone would happen upon the two of you, witness how good he fucks his woman. Your oblivious to his perverse wants, don't even feel how your nails sting from how hard you dig into the bark. "Damn girl.. Fuck.. Tryna climb the fuckin tree to get away from this dick? Awww, what's wrong mama? Thought you liked me?" His hand at your hip joins the other on the opposite side of your head as he speeds his short strokes into your depths, barely pullin out before he's fuckin back into your soft gummy lil hole. "Uh, uh, uh!" "Not nice to ignore people, honey. Mmm... Gonna make it up to me by lettin me fuck you in front of that pathetic punk, Jaeger? Hm? Know he wants you, but he cant- ahfuck, so tight. He can't fuckin have you, mama. You and this wet lil puss belong to me." You hear bout half of his possessive rant, mouth open inna silent scream; way too fucked out to speak, so close to cummin and he knows this. Just glad you can no longer beg him to stop. Doesn't expect you to answer, completely baskin in the way your cocoa coochie sucks at his length when he spews filth into you ear. "Think my princess likes that huh? Grips me so tight when I tell her she mine."

Jean pulls out, turns your around, holdin your leg up as he barrels back inside to the hilt. His surprise attack on your gspot has you cumming again, eyes starin unseeingly at the beautiful blue sky. "JeanJeanJean!" Your boyfriend stares at you in the throes of passion, lickin his lips lewdly, nut buildin rapidly hearin your pretty lil mantra. His dick immediately resumes the splendid torture inside your tense gut, seemingly tryin to rearrange your insides to only ever be able to accept his cock. He stares where you guys connect, grinnin wolfishly when your pussy squelches noisily, damn near echoing through out the forest. "Look, y/n look.. Tiny lil hole just keeps gobblin my big dick. Tryna make me cum? Dont worry, could never disappoint my woman. Fuuuck- way your pussy keeps chokin me, baby.. Guess you do like me." He chuckles breathlessly. Your head rolls forward limply, hardly lucid, watchin your puss ooze down his shaft while Jean uses you for his pleasure. "Fuck, y/n- haaaah! Here it is, s-saved a big nut for my favorite girl!" You whine when your man swiftly removes his cock and busts all over you used cunt. The breeze cools your over heated frames as your boyfriend smiles wide to the sight of of your fat folds painted a pearly white. He bends and pulls your guys pants up. Gives you a moment to collect yourself while goin to gather his horse. Shame creeps over you watchin him act so nonchalant as his sticky fluids paste your panties to your used cunt. "Fuckin jerk, Jean. You know yo ass ain't have to cum so damn much all over me like that!" You declare hoarsly when your finally able to speak. He blinks at you twice like you said some shit he couldn't comprehend. "Yes, y/n. Yes I really fuckin did." You grumble, straightenin your rumpled uniform, cursin him under your breath. "Dont be like that pretty. Know I can't help myself when it comes to you. Now C'mere, hop on. Gotta meet with the crew inna few. Lemme take you ho- wait.. Hey.. Wanna come?" Now you gotta look at him like he's got three fuckin heads. You're achey and ready for a damn bath. "Jean-" "Aww, don't even be like that woman. Need you there.." He comes over and wraps his arms around you, pullin you close. "Not cock dumb anymore. Can't trick me with that shit, boy." Takes him serious effort to not grin at your retort. "What? Need my woman there for moral support! And maybe.. Maybe you can keep my cock warm while those idiots bore me to death bout the next mission?" He asks hopefully. "Jean, seriously?!" "Aww come on, y/n. Promise to fuck you inna real bed next time." Unbeknownst to you, he's lying through his perfect stark white teeth. But that offers too good to pass up, especially since you can't remember the last time your boyfriend had sex with you under a roof with walls. "Fine, deal." Unfortunately for you cockwarming Jean ends up fuckin your sore slick lil puss roughly outside the door, hand clamped over your mouth as the MP's briefing continues on.

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mentor!Kishibe

mentor!Kishibe is very aware of your secret attraction towards him. Has to use every ounce of his will to convince himself that its onesided, just a young woman with a crush. But he'd have to be blind not to notice the subtle shift from the student/teacher vibe between y'all two when you finally complete his extensive training. It's been 3 years. Granted he deemed you at peak less than a year in, and now he had nothing left to teach you. Knows it's already incredibly suspicious and selfish keepin you from your aspirations this long. Still.. "Sure you don't wanna go private?" Kishibe takes a swig from his flask, tired eyes trained on the newest addition to the eerily desolate cemetery. "Tsk. Don't ask somethin you have no intention of doin yourself. Real funny way of askin me to stay.." You get no reply. The tense silence stretches on, so many words on the tip of his tongue. He eventually settles with a dry "Then congratulations, kid: It's graduation day." You frown, dreading this moment almost as much as the thought of never finding the gun devil. Feels just as despairing as you thought it would. Staring at the side of his handsome downcast face, admiring the crinkle round his eye. "Will you miss me?" Kishibe solemn eyes finally meets your imploring gaze, not needing even a second to think about your question. Uses the back of his hand to gently sweep your braids off your shoulder as he offers you a small forced smile. "Course, sweetheart. You already know.." Your heart skips a beat to the simple touch and new pet name. Know what? But then Kishibe's droppin his hand. Turns on his heel, stridin to the exit without another word. "Goodbye.." The strong gusts of wind the only witness to your anguished whisper.

mentor!Kishibe makes it a point to keep his distance from you. Even with workin in the same sector, its a whole year before you see him again. Makima finally wore em down into comin out to eat with a few fellow hunters. "Two minutes. Then we're done here." She only smiles at him, watchin as he sits stiff refusing to touch his plate of food. Kishibe ignores the flow of conversation, his mind wondering what you were up to for the evening. Imagine his surprise when he sees your pretty ass walk through the door, his insides twisting and knotting at the sight of you. Uniform pants huggin your shapely frame; white shirts sleeves rolled up to the elbows, first couple buttons undone and givin him the tiniest peak at your mouth watering cleavage. So fuckin gorgeous to Kishibe. Almost exactly how he'd last seen you. Your face is different thought.. Just as beautiful but he knows that gaunt look only too well. Your hairs changed too, now in y/h/c wavy layered tresses down your back. There's nothing on planet earth that can get either of you to unlock eyes as you freeze on the spot. You weren't sure when you'd see him again; if his petty ass would continue to dodge you till the end of time. But inna instant, it's like just the two of you exist. Nothing else in the world matters but how much you want and miss him.. Till you remember the cruel and sudden way he chose to snatch himself from your life, leaving you heartbroken. And more lonely than necessary, especially considering the profession. The thought has you spinnin on the spot and storming from the restaurant. Makima digs her elbow into Kishibe's side. "I'm not saying fall in love. But find a piece of happiness for yourself, even if you believe it to be fleeting." He doesn't say a word. Knows right away her sneaky ass had somethin to do with this crap. Puttin on his shoes and coat, he heads out. Doesnt grace a single soul at the the table with a goodbye, leaving for home with a scowl and a dark cloud over his head. Kishibe knew comin to this shit show was a fuckin mistake.

mentor!Kishibe is so fuckin stubborn that he goes another 6 months without you in his life before almost goin off the deep end. The gaping hole in his already miserable existence seems to physical weaken him. Kishibe can't eat, think or fuckin sleep anymore. Drinks more and focuses less on his goals at work, even skippin out some days to secretly pop up to check on you. But you never see him, even when you feel a pair of unknown eyes on you every now and again. He continues to watch from afar when you patrol, missin the way you'd accompany him on his. Longing to hear your sweet giggles when he'd say something dark or give you a taste of that dry humor. The only woman that got him to open up bout what makes him drown his sorrows in liquor. And even indulge less. Needs that connection with you again. He's startin to care less and less how hes too old, too much of a brute that might be incapable of giving what you need. And in fully recognizing that.. Kishibe can't be without you much longer. The only semblance of peace is late at night when he gives in to the madness that haunts him, pumpin at his angry agitated cock while you consume his mind. "Ohhh fuck, y/nnn.. Touch me, sweetheart.." Head dipped back into his pillow, moaning low imagining the his grip to be the warm wet clutch of your tight lil puss. Perspiration drippin down his nude frame, muscles spasming from how good it feels. "Tell me you want me.." Drivin him insane rememberin every scar, dimple, beauty mark peekin from your formal public safety uniform. "Want you so bad, pretty girl." Wish he could listen to how you pant after a strenuous session, tiny huffs akin to what he thinks you sound like if he sucked at your clit. "Bet you like that, huh?" Fucks his fist quicker to the thought, strokes awkward from how infrequently he masturbates. How sensitive would you be? Would you moan or scream? Buck and hump against his face, grind his lips for maximum pleasure? "Thats it. Take what you need greedy girl." Or maybe run from it. Yank at his short hair while tryin to escape, his name stuttering out on broken moans and pleas for reprieve as he forces you to cum. "Y/nnn!" Kishibe unloads allover his fist to the conjured imagery. Sputtering your name over and over as his nut spurts thickly in the air, splattering his muscled thighs audibly.

mentor!Kishibe knows things have gone all the way left when liquor stops helping to numb the pain of your abscence. Shows up to your spot in the middle of the night with a crazed look in his eye, bangin on your door like he was outta his damn mind. "What do you want Kishibe?" You snap after eyeing him through the peephole, swinging open your front door. Even through your outrage, you're immediately aware of the deep dark circles underneath his eyes. Or the prominent wrinkles in his suit jacket and pants, but most importantly the exclusion of that dank smell of whiskey. Your stunned he isn't stone cold drunk. But his attention is on the fact you're only in an oversized black tee, hair inna a cute messy bun. Smooth brown legs and pert nipple prints on display for his greedy gaze. Doesn't have very high hopes with hidin how his dick starts to chub, trying his damnest not to stare at the exposed skin. "Y/n, sweet girl.. Missed you so fuckin much. I'm so sor-" Kishibe steps a foot forward into your home, arms outstretched to embrace you but you sidestep him, smackin away his hands. "Fuckin kidding me right?" He's never touched you unless you guys were training, but back then you had always hoped for it. Dreamed of it. Even now your body yearns for him to hold you, caress you.. To fuck you. Traitorous pussy started to moisten, nipples stiffening the moment you opened the door. But you're fuckin hurt! "Y/n-" "What?! Thought you could ghost me then slide through for a quick fuck?" Your tone makes his heart clench. Kishibe can't believe you think that's what you mean to him. His face falls a bit and he drops his arms. "No, never. I missed you so mu-" "You said that already, Kish." Another interruption paired with a severe eye roll. "Babygirl, hear me out. You have every right to kick my ass and send me off. I'm sor-" "Yeah, you said that already too. Either tell me why you left me or get the fuck out." He takes a deep breath before puttin his heart on the line for the first time in his life. "I'ma fool, y/n. An old fool that had no intention of ever fallin in love. Not with the life we lead. You know as well as I that only swift violent death awaits all of us. But then I met you." Kishibe reaches for you again and but this time you allow him to link fingers, his words sinkin deep; they were very true. "Mourning hurts worse the more you care. I didn't want that for you. Just wanna protect you sweetheart. Even from myself. You mean everything to me and I dont deserve you.. What if i can't make you happy?" You mull over his words for a second. "So you denied me my dick, which woulda made me estatic by the fuckin way, all in the name of protectin me from grieving?" You clarify in disbelief. He gives you a short nod, cock twitchin at your admission. "Fuckin stupid, Kish. Everyone at work can see you're all i need to be happy. And we all die! No matter the jobs we pursue. What's wrong with enjoying each other till then?" You ask, palming up his abs to rest your hands on his chest. Wow. He never thought of it like that. Such a intelligent girl, but he always knew it. Though he tells you anyway. "When you become smarter than me, babygirl?" Kishibe asks, tuggin you against his well defined frame. Arms wrapping around you tight, dippin down to massage your backside as he noses up your neck, inhaling your fresh, feminine scent. "Haven't I always been?" You hug around his neck as he hums in agreement at your throat, tiltin your head to offer him more access. The need for his cock to mold your desperate cunt to the shape of him is overpowering when you feel it press firm against you. "Come in, Kishibe. Need you so much. Don't make me wait anymore." Connecting your lips to his, moaning when he passionately reciprocates as you yank him inside by his the collar of his shirt.

mentor!Kishibe hasn't had the luxury to relieve himself in weeks; can't even remember the last time he's gotten do it with someone other than himself. So he's absolutely unprepared when you unzip his slacks, push him to the bed, turn and hastily sit on his dick. "Holy shit, baby girl!" His fingers dig into your hips bruisingly, trying to lift you off his hypersensitive leaky length. Soft heat drenchin him, erratic flutter of your walls buildin that familiar pulsing swirl in his gut. Feels pathetic that he's already fighting back nuttin inside your perfect lil snatch. Mind reeling at finally gettin a taste of your bomb ass coochie, and the fact you aint have no panties on when you scolded him at your front door earlier. "Pussys too tight, worlds best cock sleeve baby. Mmm.. Oh shit- get up! Lemme breathe honey. Been too fuckin long, dont wanna buss yet." But you fight against his attempts to unsheathe himself, moanin as his words replay in your head. Leanin back into his strong chest as his scent clouds your mind, reachin back to grip tight at his freshly cut soft blonde locks. "Nooo, Kish! Don't make me wait anymore. N-need it so bad. 'S so big, feels so good inside me. Don't make me stop, pleeease. Gimme my dick, baby. Waited long enough right? Waited like a good girl?" Kishibe clenches his gut tight, noddin his head swiftly. Your filthy pleas, how you frantically mouth and suck on his neck, pullin his short hair hard, makin his fat balls buzz pleasantly. "Yes, yes. Ughnn fuh-uck.. Such a good girl, my best girl.. So please sweetheart, slow the fuck down less you want this shit to be over with already." He's sits tense, so fuckin on edge tryin not cum, not even sure you hear anything after 'good girl'. "Y/n?" "Kishibeee.." Your immediate dazed moan back to him doesnt sound promising on followin orders. Fuck! He assumes even with bitin off more than your lil puss can chew, you've been plottin all this time to take matters into your own hands. Always the clever girl. And so goddamn impatient. "Oh fuck, y/nnn.. Gonna give you what you want, just w-wait‐ wait a second honey!" Fuck that shit. "No." You huff, makin his pretty eyes narrow at your new found disobedience. "Little girl, stop. Right now. Dont make me- haaah!" Threat cut short when you grind and roll your hips into his before leanin on his knees to tentatively bounce on his dick. "Ohmygod! Knew you'd fuck me so good. Ohfuuuck! Waited too long for this good dick. So worth it, so so worth it!" You keen, tossin your head back at him diggin you out, body tremblin how he stretches your delicate walls round his thick girth more than any man ever had.

Kishibe eyes widen at your antics, grip at your hips useless as you keep a tight hold of the reins and fuck him a bit quicker. Tits jigglin under your tee, clit throbbin for attention as you use his dick to knock into that ridged pleasure button inside you. "Fuck me, Kishi! Show me how much you missed me. Yeees, yes- right there!" The intense sensation rapidly formin in the depths of your tummy is frighteningly mind numbing but you chase it anyway. Fuckin him vigorously, nails diggin into his knees as you both near whats sure to be orgasms for the history books. "Shiiit! Gonna make me buss so fuckin h-hard, honey.." "Then buss for me. Mmm. Show me what I've been missin. Wanna feel your nut splash inside, handsome." No womans ever talked to or fucked him like this before. Its him that usually mounts his victims till they're stupid from his curved cock. But now he can hardly take the snug hug your hole gives his dick. Unable to stop his eyes from rollin back in his skull when you focus on humpin the wide mushroom tip, swiveling your hips sensually as you ride your mans dick. His fingers slip from your hips and Kishibe falls back against the bed limply, eyes blurry with tears at the sensation of you fuckin him so thoroughly. "F-fuck honey. Thats it. Put that pussy on Daddy." He slurs, eyes shut tight, oblivious to the dark kink he keeps buried deep down finally breakin free. "Make me nut in that pretty lil pussy, baby. Show Daddy how he's the only one that can cum inside." His chest heaves as he pants out quick labored grunts from the way you pop your plushy ass on him up and down fast as you can, slammin your lil cunt on him tirelessly; the burn in your thighs the last thing on your mind. "Yes, Daddy! Gimme it, earned my nut huh? Don't wanna wait for it anymore!" You hiccup, beggin for his load in high pitched cries as he begins to buck his hips widly. "H-here it is, sweet girl. Nuts all for you.. Ahhh fuck! Take it, honey. Take it.." Glidin to the base of his swollen shaft repeatedly, literally milking the sperm from his poundin dick. Gooey white spurts layer your walls, coating your insides thickly with his essence. His hips unintentionally lift from the bed to chase your pussy, outta sync from your rythym, random hits to your gspot makin you seize in his lap. "Kish, Kishi- Kishibeee!" Juices gush and pool on his work pants as you cum enthusiastically, clumsily rotatin your hips, usin his poor cock to abuse your puffy hole even when Kishibe stiffens from the overstimulation. "L-little girl." He warns you but you ignore him, wordless moans slippin through your bare lips as you enjoy him like its the last time. The man has to gather all the strength he has left to snatch you off his dick and flip you onto the bed, pastel blue covers cool against your back. He hovers above you, sticky girth rigid against your slick pussy lips. "Bad fuckin girl. Doin whatever you want with my dick." Kishibe snarls against your mouth, kissing you hungrily, both of you still pantin for air. His words make you pout, releasin a small whimper when he pulls away, floppin next to you and cuddling into your side. "My dick, Kishibe. Plus.. Thought you said I was good." He snorts at your whine. "Any man would say that when you're force fuckin the nut out me the way you did, y/n." You bust out laughin at his deceitful trickery, your infectious giggles makin him follow suit. "That right.. Daddy? Didn't know you were into that. Think we got some catchin up to do.." Kishibe groans when you slip a hand to squeeze lightly at his sensitive slowly softening cock, smilin into his shoulder when it twitches with interest. He knows he'll never hear the end of this one and really wishes your perfect lil cunt didn't get him so fuckin pussy drunk. But really, Kishibe's finally happy; hopesand prays his lil slice of happiness won't be cut short..

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Brat Taming ft. Toge

A/N: please ignore the bulletin points. Post allows more characters if I use them.

Toge leads you to believe he's submissive and, naturally, you love to take advantage of it. It was past the point of him spoiling you rotten; it's almost as if you own him. He takes you shoppin whenever you want, on his dime ofcourse, smiling whenever you make him carry your big bags; you win every disagreement just cause he hates to see you pout; comes runnin everytime you call for him to make you cum, no matter what he's doin. Usually he didn't mind. Toge knew you could commit murder and he'd still be right by your side, that familiar dopey look in his eyes how he stares at you in adoration. Takes the way you taunt him about it with ease.. Till he catches you on FaceTime one day with your ex, Yuuji Itadori. The shit comin out your mouth equating to pure filth since your dirty mind knows no bounds. But he doesnt care, trusts you implicitly. Additionally, Toge can't steer his leer from the temptation of you fresh out the shower, towel huggin your curves as you sit on the bed slowly rubbin lotion on the prettiest legs your horny boyfriends ever seen. You're absolutely oblivious to his fine ass sneakily admiring your gorgeous semi naked form from the doorway. He's shirtless and hard as a fuckin rock in his black basketball shorts. Has to press his cock against the wall a few times, you and Yuuji's words goin in one ear and out the other. Toge's entire being is starvin for just a taste of you.

"..mm hm, whatever y/n." "Heed my words Itadori, I should know! Can't count how many times I couldn't talk after lettin you fuck my throat. Give the girl a damn break." You advise but get a scoff in return. "Well it ain't like her bad ass don't be askin for it, just like you did. If i can recall, you aint mind so much. Remember? 'Use my throat Yuujiiii! Love when you buss in my mouth!' Actin bitchy just to get put in your place." Yuuji mocks past you effortlessly, his spot on imitation makes Toge's dick twitch. "Yeah, well.. Aren't you always a bitch?" You snark back, stickin your tongue out at him. "Ha ha. You're just jealous cause Inumaki couldn't spell throatfuck, even if you were gaggin on his shit." Toges eyes snap to yours, brows pinched when you have the fuckin audacity to agree. "Well that ain't my fault! Brat tamin just isn't in that man's vocabulary." You both burst into fits of raucous laughter, towel slippin open as you fall back against the bed. Holdin your phone above your face to hide you nakedness, Yuuji's guffawing and red cheeks on your screen enhancing your disrespectful antics. Oh, Toge got somethin for that ass. "Y/n." You rarely him say your name so it snatches your attention, instantly coughing in attempts to halt your giggles. "Shut the fuck up." Voices wavering short as both your chuckles come to an immediate stop. Your wide y/e/c eyes gazin into Toge's tense stare. Shit.

You'd never witnessed him give a command to anyone that wasn't a curse. Or seen him look so agitatedly calculated, the displeasure rolling off him in waves. You wanna immediately start to cover for yourself; excuses swirlin round your mind as you move to sit up, tryin to speak but unable to utter a single syllable. "Don't move." Your forced to lie still on the bed, legs slightly parted as he walks over and takes your phone, standin it up on the bedside table with the cam facin you. Both you and Yuuji frozen in place, your plushy brown body vulnerable and on display for them both. "Fish flakes." Toge says disapprovingly lookin at your traitorous frame, runnin a finger down your cheek as he gets on top of you. He knows exactly what a rude lil thing like you needs.. All you can do is watch anxiously, pussy involuntarily clenchin when he slowly trails the digit to your mouth. Slips it between your moist lips, twirling inside before fuckin in and out of your mouth lightly. He smashes his hard dick against your bare coochie, groanin at the silky heat, unconsciously matchin the speed of the finger massagin your tongue. "Mmm.. Y/nnnn.. Salmon." He watches you drool down his palm, humpin you quicker at the feeling of your warm saliva drippin down his wrist.

Fuck, you're so pretty and Toge wants you so bad! His thrusts speed up, gut tensin how the pleasure increases tenfold. Losin his mind how your pretty brown folds glisten for him. Has him ready and eager, hastily pushin his slender digit in further, only slightly gaggin you when it reaches the back of your throat. "Salmoooon, y/n.. Salmon." He praises you, hips almost a blur as his rigid dick keeps smashin against your clit. The holy sensation of his perfect curved cock jolting against your cunt encourages juices to seep out your slit, formin a huge wetspot on his shorts. His plantinum head fallin back feelin how warm and sticky you're makin his cock. "Speak." Toge allows, rewarding your slutty body and adding another finger with the first. But you're so relieved, stifled moans of his name flowin around the obstruction in your throat. Listenin to you.. He's gonna fuckin nut. But he doesnt wanna do it like this. "Shit, Inumaki. Makin a fuckin mess of her.." Yuuji's voice low and in awe of how cockdrunk you appear already. Tears and mascara finally spillin down your cheeks to mix with the spit round the sides of your mouth; foggy y/e/c eyes lookin up at your man inna daze. But this shit aint nothin new and Toge ain't impressed. He disentangles from you and gets off the bed. Briefly smirkin at your ex, whose still rooted in his seat and tryin his best to ignore the very obvious raging boner between his legs. Toge rearranges you so your head is hangin of the bed, grinning when your eyes widen and his evil intentions become clear. "Fuuuck.. Gonna fuck her pretty lil mouth?" "Salmon roe." Your only warning as he slides his shorts down and pushes his dick deep inside your mouth. "Ahhh, fuh-" He'll never get enough of this feeling. Disregards the fact his fingers did nothin to prepare you for his girth currently tryin to ram your throat to pieces. Pace so fuckin quick and unforgiving, he holds a hand under your head to correct the angle. "Thooogeeee!"

Your muffled cry of his name goes ignored and he actually has the nerve to coo lovingly at you when speeds his thrusts. "Lemme go Toge. Shits too fuckin hot. Wanna touch- needa stroke. Dicks so fuckin hard.." Yuuji's startin to sweat, cheeks tinted the pretties of pinks as arousal fills his core. Too bad he's met with a mere "Bonito Flakes." He groans with a new found hatred for his friend denying him an orgasm. Can only watch as Toge grips one of your bouncin tits and wrecks your mouth cruelly. "Mmmph!" Your tormentor is sure he's died and now on a first class trip to heaven. Pinchin your pert nip twice before givin a harsh flick, head flying back as your body jerks and throat constricts. "Salmon caviaaar!" He kneads your breast tenderly but fucks your mouth viscously, tongue flickin across his dry lips as he commits your misery to memory. "Bet you're gonna nut so fuckin much. Fill her throat up, do it Toge." Fresh tears fallin down your cheeks from the devastatingly thorough throatfuck; nose red and runnin as you struggle for air. "Breath through your nose." You're thankful for the assistance.. Till Toge leans further into your helpless body, hands on either side of your shapely brown frame as he anchors himself. "S-salmon- salmonflakes! Salmon roooe!" Grinds his spasming cock at the back of your throat and let's loose thick torrents of cum. "Damn Inumaki.." You're immediately swallowing in efforts not to choke but it's too much and you can't move. Forced to sputter and gag round his spewing dick. Toge thinks your gettin exactly what you deserve, body tremblin as he stares at your ill mannered lil mouth fill with his nut. "Mm, mmmph!" His toned chest heaves as he gasps, two big shots sprayin thickly into the mess. "Y/nnn.." Only pulls out when he can't fit anymore inside, lovin how it spills from the corner of your swollen mouth; strokes the rest of his cum onto your face, neck and clavicle. "Tuna mayo.." Toge offers, obsessed with how his essence glitters across your beautiful mocha skin. "So meeean Toge." You whimper, throat sore as fuck. Doesn't stop your pussy from throbbin when he paints his cum on your cheek with the tip of his dick. "Yeah.. So fuckin mean to us Togeee. Can we cum now, oh wise and great sorcerer?" He gives you and Yuuji a cheeky smile, admiring how you still suck air in and out through your nose like a good girl. Toge pretends to think bout it for a second, stuffin his softening cock back into his shorts. "Fish flakes." He declares, makin you both huff in annoyance. Throws one last smirk Yuuji's way as he squeezes at your tit for the last time, exiting the room to take a shower. Leaving the both of you horny and frozen in place, the nut he sprayed allover your frame on display for Yuuji. Laughs to himself as he hears you guys argue over whose fault this is.

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Pervy Step Bro ft. Geto

A/N: co-starring Gojo makin a couple appearances as Suguru's brother and your step brother.

pervystepbro!Suguru can't believe his eyes when his dad's new wife moves in, introducing his naive, pretty lil sister. His antics start right away: runnin off every single boy that shows mild interest in you; insisting on driving and picking you up anytime you had an engagement; vetting all your friends to make sure you're not hangin with bad influences. Thinks its his personal mission to guard your virginity. It takes a few years for Suguru's over protective nature to evolve into.. Something else. But he's smart enough to shield his creepy behavior from your parents. "You look rested. Sleep well, sweetheart?" He asks you from his seat at the kitchen table, sippin orange juice. Watchin you intently when you sit across from him, eyeing your tiny pj set as you begin immediately munching from the plate he set for you. "Yeah, slept real good last night." Saturo smiles at the interaction, grabbing his coffee and leaving you guys alone. Suguru waits a few seconds to make sure he's outta earshot before responding. "Not surprising since I heard you playing in that plump pussy before bed. How many times you cum, pretty girl?" Your gaze snaps to his, food falling from your lips makin him chuckle. "Next time come get me so I can make sure you're not so fuckin loud. Don't need my Dad hearin that shit; those are my fuckin moans."

pervystepbro!Suguru is such a hypocrite. Always upset at the fact that his little sis was maturing and changing. Failed to see that he was doing the exact same thing. "Geez, y/n." Suguru starts soon as you plop down in his passenger seat. "Fuck you got on?" You fight to not roll your eyes, smoothing out the folds in your tiny green and red plaid pleated mini skirt. "Christ Sugu. We gotta do this every morning? Just drive. Don't wanna be late to class today cause of you. Again." Suguru can't believe his ears. What happened to his sweet baby sister that always took his advice? You were a tad bit mouthy these days, now that you quit your first year of college to become a full time jujutsu sorcerer. "Watch the tone, little girl." He warns you, putting his car in reverse. "You ain't my Daddy." The brattiness in your voice makes him snap. He turns to you swiftly, snatchin your wrists together as his free hand dives beneath your skirt to firmly cup your clothed mound. You gasp, eyes wide staring into Suguru's narrowed gaze. "True. But I am you're big brother. That means I know what's best for you. Got it?" You're frightened, confused, and slightly aroused but you nod anyway. "I said do you fuckin understand?" He grits through clenched teeth, squeezin at your heated lil pussy. "Yes big brother, I understand." You swiftly whisper. "Good girl. Now say bye to mom." He commands, releasing your wrists to wave at your clueless mother standing in the door way. You wiggle your fingers in her direction as he backs outta the drive way, a forced smile gracing your tight lined lips from Suguru's harsh grip on your flutterin lil puss.

pervystebro!Suguru notices how pissed you get that he invites girls over whenever your parents leave. He's not interested any of em, just likes to press your bratty lil buttons. "Maybe I should leave.." The girl says nervously when you walk past to your bedroom for the hundred time, glaring daggers into her soul. "Maybe so. Up to you." Suguru chuckles when he hears your door slam. She's only been here for a few mintues but he's already forgotten her name, bored as shit and more interested in your lil tantrum. Half hard just from watchin you walk by back and forth. He's pleasantly surprised when you slink down stairs only dressed in one off his extra large tees and a blanket wrapped round your frame. "Hold me?" You don't wait for an answer, sittin in Suguru's lap with your legs draped over his thigh, pretendin to watch the movie. "Course, pretty baby." His arms slip under your blanket and wrap around you snugly as his nameless date scoots into the corner of the couch to avoid your wiggling toes. She sits stiff, eyes focused on the TV screen as you nuzzle into his chest. "Mmm.. So comfy Sugu." Your big fluffy cover hides how you slowly grind on his stiffy; and the way his fingers slowly slide up your thick thighs to your bare cunt. "Nasty lil baby hates sharin, huh?" He whispers into your hair. You nod, biting your lip when he slides his index finger inside but doesn't move; just soaks in how fuckin wet and warm you are. "Damn babygirl. Can't believe this all for me. Be honest, y/n.. Ever let one of those sorry lil fucks inside my pussy?" He asks lowly. Now you're trying not trying not to pant at his digit twitchin every so often, shakin your head at his question, refusin to acknowledge his dates side way glance at how close you guys are. "Knew it.. Big brother taught you well. Never forget, honey: only I know whats best for you." Suguru smiles, rubbing his face in your hair as his fingertips search and easily find that special place you've never been able to reach. Tappin in your inexperienced gummy walls till dots blotch your vision. So damn grateful for the loud action scene that covers your sharp gasp, as well as the next one when he suddenly fucks you once on his hand, so deliciously quick and deep. Too bad your back snaps into an arch, makin the cover falls to the floor. Your unwanted guest makes a noise of disgust before storming outta the house, slamming the front door. "Finally." You both groan in unison as you wrap your arms round Suguru's neck, whining while he swiftly adds another finger and thoroughly explores your insides. "Got you all to myself, lil sis." Both too preoccupied with your pleasure to hear Satoru pull up or the distraught yelling from Suguru's date to your unsuspecting brother. If only you had a second to cover your quivering body when he opens the front door, exclaiming at the sight of Suguru holding your shirt up, fingerin you quickly as you squirt all over his lap while starin into Satoru's electric blue eyes.. "Ughn, fuh-uck Saaatooru!" The hell? Suguru cannot believe his ears, though he should be thankful to not have gone deaf from your guttural cries. Has to raise his voice over your lewd screams when he addresses an intrigued but stunned Satoru. "See what you did little brother? Reapin the rewards for all my hard work. I don't fuckin think so- close and lock the door.. Don't need no more interruptions. Now c'mere.. Good boy."

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