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AGE IS NOTHING BUT A NUMBER — GETO SUGURU.

kinktober day two — overstimulation ; find masterlist here

synopsis. befriending nanako and mimiko has its perks—like fucking their father, for example. suguru might have aged over the years, but that doesn't mean he's lost his touch. don't believe him? that's okay—he can always just show you instead

length. 5.3k words (bro this fic was agonizing)

contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, dilf! suguru, college au (reader is a student), age gaps (20+ difference), jealous suguru, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, nipple play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, angel)

notes. this took me so long bc i hate it so im posting it and running away to play genshin to slave away for primos

most people can tell their best friends everything. not you, though—you have a secret. a dirty, shameful, horrible little secret, in fact.

no one knows that every chance you get, every small little moment you can possibly squeeze in, you fuck your two best friends’ father—and it’s going to stay that way, unknown and forever hidden. suguru is young as far as parents go, just barely in his twenties when he’s found himself a single father of two, but that doesn’t mean he’s not too old for you. and it especially doesn’t mean that it’s not inappropriate to fuck the man that raised your two closest friends.

you meet nanako and mimiko during your freshman year of college—the rest is history. the first time you spend the night at their place, suguru (he insists you call him that on your first meeting) is overjoyed that his girls have someone as lovely as you.

who wouldn’t be? you’re smart, well-mannered, respectable, and incredibly studious. what a perfect role model for his girls—after all, every father’s worst nightmare is his sweet, precious daughters venturing off to the real world. men are dogs—suguru should know. they’re sleazy and prey on young women who are naive and unsuspecting, taking advantage of their hopefulness before completely destroying their innocence. suguru can’t bear the idea of his perfect little girls becoming victims of such sinister behavior—but that’s all quelled when he meets you.

but he never thought, not even for one second, that he’d become one of those men.

those older men who fuck girls half their age—the girls that are barely in their twenties and still don’t even really understand how taxes work. the girls that have just started to learn how to hold their alcohol and can only recently buy it legally. the girls who don’t realize how complicated adulthood can be, just barely spreading their wings and learning what it’s like to be free.

suguru has always found those men deplorable. they’re the awful, disgusting, untamed vermin of society—women must be protected from them at all costs.

but now? well….now he’s one of them—and he finds, even as disgusted with himself as he is from time to time, he has little regrets.

not when you’re sprawled under him, hands tracing over his bare chest, feeling the soft skin under your palms in wonder. suguru, though he’s not let himself go by any means, is past his prime—he still frequents the gym, and he has more time to go now that the girls are gone most of the day, but he’s not immune to the effects of aging.

his hair has more than a few strands of white sprinkled in now; nanako makes sure to remind him not to pull them out unless he wants more. he’s still managed to keep the abs he was once so proud of in his youth, but they’re still not as hard—layered over a slight belly that he can’t seem to get rid of no matter what he tries. his skin is a bit looser, and his eyes have slight wrinkles in the corners of them, but despite it all, suguru still looks as handsome as ever.

he’s aged well, still looks remarkably young for men his age, and still looks like that dashing young man he once was who stole hearts. in fact, he still hears about his looks, especially from nanako and mimiko’s friends—he’s always chuckled to himself and shook his head in amusement.

that’s your dad? god, he’s so hot.

what? he’s single? oh my gosh, do you need a mom?

i can’t believe he’s never been married—women in his generation don’t deserve him. i’ll take him off their hands.

wait, do you have pictures of him when he was younger?

oh my god, he’s so fine. are you sure he’s in his forties?

nanako and mimiko, bless their hearts, have always crinkled their noses at the…less than proper comments they’ve had to witness about their father. in fact, they’ve watched teachers practically throw themselves onto suguru at parent-teacher conferences. it’s bothersome—a little disturbing to hear their friends talk about all the things they’d let their dad, of all people, do to them.

but you? you don’t make unhinged comments. they appreciate that.

but if only they knew…

if only they knew that sometimes, like right now, when you’re spending the night, you don’t actually sleep—instead, you sneak off to their father’s room, lay on his mattress under his body, and feel his touch. you can feel him, hard and throbbing in his sweats as his clothed cock presses against your thigh—but he takes his time with you, and doesn’t do anything about the clear arousal pooling between your legs just yet.

instead, he focuses on remembering your body—it’s been a while, after all. he hasn’t felt your hips, hasn’t tasted your skin, hasn’t heard your voice.

“missed you,” suguru breathes, hovering over you as you hum, nipping at your skin as his nose brushes along your neck. your hand is playing with his hair, twisting long, black and white strands along your fingers. “haven’t seen you in a bit, angel.”

“i’ve had midterms,” you murmur.

suguru knows—nanako and mimiko have been studying for them themselves. he’s more than a little disappointed that you haven’t come over to study with them yet. but then, just the other night, mimiko mentions you’ve been spending your time with a boy at the library, sharing a table as you lean over his shoulder to look at his laptop. nanako giggles that you might have finally gotten yourself a boyfriend. mimiko hums and nods as she murmurs it’s about time.

suguru swallows down every bite of dinner with an aftertaste of bile that night.

a boy—a boy? you’ve been skipping coming over to study with the girls (and, by default, seeing him) just to study with some boy? what’s got your attention on the guy so badly? why would you break the routine you’ve had for the last few semesters for someone you just recently met? have you finally started to realize that this is a mistake? is suguru a mistake?

he thinks maybe not, now that you’re back in his bed—but he still has too many unanswered questions.

“so i’ve heard,” he says lowly, “i’ve also heard there’s a certain boy on your radar.” he smiles bitterly, pulling away from your neck to stare at you with those dark, sharp eyes of his. “a much younger, and fitting match for you, i suppose.”

you roll your eyes, snorting.

“is that what nanako and mimiko have told you? honestly, those two,” you huff fondly, “i told them already. he’s just my partner for a presentation. we’re practicing.”

“oh?” suguru raises a brow—and then he shivers lightly when you lean up and kiss his jaw, eyes fluttering shut at your touch.

“yes,” you giggle, “no need to be jealous of someone half your age, you know.”

“that’s exactly why i’m jealous,” he breathes, leaning in to kiss you softly.

your lips taste like honey—probably sweeter, in fact. they drip with that decadent, saccharine taste of youth. he feels twenty again every time he kisses you, feels not a day older than his glory days.

“oh, you poor thing,” you grin, cupping his face as you scatter kisses along his cheeks and nose, thumb tracing the skin. fuck, is this what it feels like to be in love? it makes him feel so young, so free, and hopeful for the future. when was the last time he felt this way? “have you been losing sleep over my nonexistent college boyfriend?”

“well, kids your age fool around quite a bit,” he says in that father tone that he uses on nanako and mimiko, “what was i supposed to think?”

you’ve heard that tone so many times before; the one where he talks like he knows better, like he’s wiser, like he’s aware of something you’re not.

girls, make sure you share your location with me—i need to find you in case anything happens. it’s for your own safety, end of discussion.

make sure you watch over your drinks, okay? men these days take every chance they get to spike them when you’re not looking. mimiko, i was your age once, too. i’ve seen this happen plenty.

don’t walk alone in the streets at night. call me. i’ll pick you up—no, nanako, it’s not lame. the streets are dangerous at night. there are creeps, you know.

don’t get into any boy’s cars, girls. you never know what’ll happen; one mistake is all it takes to ruin your life—hey, don’t roll your eyes at me. one day, you’ll understand i’m right.

“i’m not a kid,” you pout, and then, smugly this time, you wiggle your brows. “did’ya lose sleep over my imaginary boyfriend? you need plenty of sleep at your age, y’know.”

“no, you’re not a kid,” suguru agrees, “you��re a brat.” and then he’s back to pressing those hot, open-mouthed, hungry kisses along your jaw, humming in delight when you angle your head to give him better access.

sometimes, it’s fun to get under suguru’s skin—it’s fun to break that carefully built, mature patience of his, pulling a twitch of his eye and a furrow of his brow from him. so, you grin widely as you murmur, “who knows? maybe he’d fuck better—more stamina, y’know?”

it’s supposed to just tease him, to make him glare at you unimpressed so you can giggle and kiss between his brows—but suguru stills at that, painfully stiff for a moment before he bites at your skin. hard.

“oh yeah?” he hisses, his voice low and dangerous as he pulls away to glare down at you, “you think so? what, you think an old man like me can’t fuck you long enough?”

you don’t get a chance to reply—not before he pulls your pants down your waist to reveal your soaked panties, pulling a hum from him as he grins at the damp patch of fabric. his fingers circle over your clit for a moment, right over the cloth, making your breath hitch as you buck into his touch.

“suguru—”

“look at that,” he chuckles, “wearing my favorite one, huh? can’t fuck you that bad if you try your best to impress me. isn’t that what you wanted? is that what you were thinking when you put these on before coming over? how precious,” he murmurs—he speaks so condescending, so knowingly, as if he’s read your mind just by looking at the red lace covering your dripping cunt. you cover your face in humiliation, but he grabs your wrists and pins them over your head, clicking his teeth in disapproval.

part of you knows you should quit while you can—the other part? well…it wants to test the limits a bit longer. suguru has never been so easy to rile up, you want to indulge in it for just a bit longer if you can help it.

“well,” you huff, “what’re you waiting for, then? don’t tell me the age has slowed you down—”

“you really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he says in a low snarl, “fine, you want me to hurry up? you got it, princess.”

it all happens before you can even register—one moment, you’re grinning at him with mischief in your eyes; the next second, he has you in nothing but your bra, bare in his bed as he pulls your legs apart and leans close to your pussy.

“you know the thing about guys your age,” he hums, toying with your clit lazily as you gasp with a twitch, “is that they really don’t know how to take care of anyone but themselves. guess they just don’t have enough experience to really figure it out.”

his lips latch onto your clit, sucking before he rolls his tongue over the sensitive bud as his fingers sink into your core, pushing past your folds and stretching you open. it’s slow—deliberately so, in fact. it makes your head spin, and your fingers curl into the bed sheets as you pant.

“suguru, m-more—”

“don’t worry,” he coos, pulling away from you to grin up at your glossy eyes, “you’ll get plenty, baby. we’ll see if you’ve got the stamina. y’know, since you’re so young.”

his lips are back to wrap around your clit, fingers sinking and curling exactly where you’re most sensitive—suguru finds your sweet spots instantly the first time he has you sprawled under him. didn’t even take a moment of trial, just knew where to touch and kiss to have you unravel in his hold. that much still hasn’t changed—his fingertips press against the sensitive spot in the back of your walls, pulling pretty little whines from you as his tongue flicks over your clit.

it’s always been a blessing that nanako and mimiko’s room is across the house—had they been closer, they might hear the mewl you let out as his fingers bully into you faster, unforgiving as they brush against your walls and build the ache up between your legs until it’s about to burst.

“s-suguru, ‘m close, so, so close—”

“already?” he gasps, chuckling as he presses a kiss to your clit with a sly grin, “thought you had more in you than that, baby. so youthful—figured you’d last a bit longer.”

he’s mean about it—rubs it in your face some more that you’re so close so fast before he pulls his fingers away and doesn’t even give you the satisfaction of falling apart on his digits. it makes you sob, hips bucking up to chase the friction of his fingers, but he’s already gone, leaving your walls empty and fluttering around nothing.

“no,” your voice breaks, “n-no, so close, please. i want—”

“that’s what he would’ve done,” suguru hums, “pulled out before you even finished. that’s what guys your age always do—they don’t know how to make girls finish. you ever had that problem with me?”

“no,” you say quickly, shaking your head. you’re a pretty little thing, he thinks—pouty, wobbly lips and those glossy eyes as you sniffle. “no, you always make me cum—please, i wanna cum, sugu.”

“yeah?” he pouts with faux sympathy, “didn’t feel good, huh? feels better when i take care of you, doesn’t it?”

“uh huh,” you nod—you’re still panting through the aftershocks of having your orgasm ripped from you, chest rising and falling harsh enough that it fills him with pride he can pull such drastic reactions from you. no one knows your body like suguru—he’s too good at giving it what it wants for anyone else to compare.

“think that boy—” he spits the last word like it’s poison on his tongue, “—can take care of you?”

“no,” you whimper, “no, he can’t. not like you, never like you.”

“that’s a good girl,” he nods approvingly, rubbing his slick-coated finger over your clit, toying with it teasingly as you writhe, whining for more. “you know something else about men your age? they don’t care to please a woman—don’t bother to appreciate them enough to make them feel good. you think that boy would be here—” he pauses to motion between your legs, where he’s currently situated, “—willingly? taste you willingly? let you cum on his tongue willingly?”

“i-i don’t…i never asked someone to—”

“did you ever ask me?” he interrupts, raising a brow at you, “you ever have to ask me? i just do it. wanna know why? because i know what i’m doing—know how to treat you right, how to give you what you need. isn’t that right?”

“yes, yes—you always give me what i want—”

“what you need,” he corrects, “and you know what i think you need right now? this.”

his tongue licks a stripe along your entrances before you can say anything else, pulling a gasp out of you as your hands find his hair and tug—suguru groans at that, feels his pants get impossibly tighter as the aching erection he sports throbs between his legs at the way you pull at the strands so desperately, so needy. for him. only ever him.

his tongue fucks into you, messy with the way he devours you, the slick arousal pooling from your cunt coating his lips, his cheeks, his chin. you moan—and really, it’s almost a squeal—when his fingers are sinking back into you, tongue flicking away at your clit mercilessly as he thrusts his digits in and out of your pussy. you’re close, painfully so, the pressure steadily building and building until you just can’t hold it back anymore.

“sugu—’m c-cumming. god ‘s so good—feels good,” you babble, thighs closing around his head as his fingers curl into your sweet spot over and over again, not stopping for even a second as he helps you ride out your high. your walls spasm around his fingers, tight as they flutter around him and make him groan at the thought of being inside you.

he watches, hungry and in awe, as your back arches off the mattress and your mouth parts, broken little wails of his name rolling off your tongue in a sweet melody.

“i bet he’s never seen someone look like this,” suguru murmurs, watching the way the ecstasy takes over your features as your face falls slack from pleasure, “so pretty when falling apart. bet he’d never even get close to making you look so fucked from just his tongue.”

your orgasm ripples through you—it’s not new, the way he makes you feel so good, but it’s definitely nothing to get used to either. your body slumps back onto the mattress as you finish, panting harshly while he climbs up to hover over you once again.

“that felt good?” he asks, nosing at your cheek as you nod breathlessly.

“yeah,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“hope you’re not tired out just yet,” he says smugly, eyeing the way sweat clings to your forehead and huffs of air exhale from your lungs with each labored breath, “because we’re nowhere near done, baby. not even close.”

just like that, your bra is unclasped and pulled off, freeing your tits for his mouth to latch onto a nipple, sucking and lightly grazing his teeth along the bud while his fingers tease at the other, pinching and rubbing over it with his thumb. you whine, eyes squeezing shut as your hand cups the back of his head and keeps him in place.

“bet i could make you cum just from this,” he says with a laugh, “i don’t even need to fuck you.”

“please,” you dig your nails into his shoulder, moaning as he switches to wrap his lips around the other nipple, “please, sugu—n-need more.”

“be more specific,” he says lowly, looking up at you in amusement, “gonna need more than that, princess. you gotta help me out here—i’m afraid i don’t know what i’m doing.”

suguru is doing everything he can to drag this out—if you’d known one small comment would have him riled up like this…well, truthfully, you can’t say you wouldn’t have made it anyway. it’s exciting in its own right when he’s so determined to show you why you need him, why no one else but him is meant to see you like this, make you fall apart like this, have you sprawled under them like this.

no one can know about you and suguru—not nanako and mimiko, not your other friends, not your family. you know what they’d say, how they’d feel.

disgust—shame, even. he’s far too old for you, you know they’d say; he’s a red flag for getting with someone so young. no one can know that you come here, dead in the middle of the night when your friends are asleep, and fuck their father. not only that—lay with their father, talk about your hopes and dreams for the future with their father, giggle as you gossip with their father, fall in love with their father.

something tells you the feeling is not unreciprocated—that suguru feels the same, that he loves holding you in his arms just as much as you love laying in them. maybe it wasn’t a joke, what you’d said. not to him, at least—maybe deep down, it stung; maybe he had something to prove. that boy might be closer to you in age, but he’ll never, ever treat you the way suguru does—no one will, for that matter. perhaps he has to show it so you really know.

so you look him in the eye, pull him closer until his forehead is pressed against yours and you can press a delicate kiss to his lips before you murmur against them, “fuck me, suguru. please—need you.”

he groans at that, closes his eyes before his hips move to press the thick tip of his cock against your folds, dragging it along your entrance as he coats his head with your slick. it’s flushed a deep pink—it’s been neglected for so long that he shudders at the way it aches, at the way even the slightest friction along the sensitive tip pulls a soft gasp from him.

for a moment, he wonders if he really will last long enough to fuck you properly—he might not, with the way your walls always squeeze around him, always have him ready to fuck his load into you just as soon as he’s inside you. the thought alone almost makes his cock twitch—but suguru is a man of patience, so he slowly pushes into you, inch by inch, looking down and watching as his girth disappears inside you.

“look at that,” he coos, grinning wide as he looks back up at you, “took me so easily. ‘s cause when you do it right, it doesn’t take much, does it?”

“f-fuck—” your head presses back against the pillow, mouth hung open as you breathe heavily, trying to squirm and get even the slightest bit of friction from him as he stays painfully still. “move, suguru—please, c-can’t wait anymore. jus’ wanna feel you.”

“i know,” he chuckles, “patience is a virtue, sweetheart.”

despite it all, suguru is not feeling very patient anymore—it’s been long enough. his hips roll slowly at first, a shallow thrust of his hips that makes you both moan lowly before he all but pulls out and slams back in, hard. you can feel the burning stretch of his girth practically splitting you open, every thick vein dragging along your cunt and every brush of his tip against the back of your walls. it’s loud—the sound of skin slapping against skin, the sound of his deep groans and your breathless whines, the sound of the headboard hitting the wall as he fucks you into his mattress.

“god—fuck, suguru—th-there,” you mewl as he slams into you right where you need him.

you’ve lost count of how many times suguru has fucked you like you’re his. in his bed at night, in his shower in the mornings, on the couch when you drop by when the girls aren’t home, in his car that one time he drove you home when it rained, in your apartment that one time he dropped off your laptop because you forgot it. there’s one common denominator—the way he makes you feel, not just from the way his cock ruts into you, but from the way his fingers tangle with yours, from the way his mouth finds your jaw to kiss, from the way his forehead presses into your shoulder with warmth.

it’s exciting, maybe. at first, it’s scandalous and a little thrilling in its own right. by now, it’s something much more than that—you don’t think anyone could make you feel the way he does, fuck you like he does, even if they tried. even if they knew where to touch and where to kiss. even if they knew what you liked and what you didn’t.

they couldn’t be suguru—would never be suguru.

“there, huh?” he pants, moaning softly as he feels your walls flutter around him tightly, “i know. i know how to fuck this pussy—my pussy. you think some boy you hardly know would know? think he’d care to learn? think he’d even try?”

“no,” you gasp, shaking your head as your hips buck up to meet his sharp thrusts, “no. no one would make me feel this good. make me feel so good, sugu.”

“ngh—sh-shit,” he hisses at your words, cock almost swelling harder at the way you praise him, at the way your words are almost slurred with no real thought behind him. it’s a little pride-inducing, the way you’re still able to sing his praises without having to really think about it first. he can hear it, the way you’re lost in the drag of his cock, drunk in the haze of pleasure, unfocused on everything else besides the way he bullies his thick girth into your abused cunt.

it’s a mess, it’s filthy the way there’s a mix of pre cum and your slick at the base of his cock, along your inner thighs, coating your skin as the squelching sound of him nudging past your folds fills the room.

it’s good, the way he makes you feel—he can hear it in your voice as you wail his name.

“s-suguru—oh.”

“what, you gettin’ all fucked out on me? ‘m not even close yet, princess,” he hums, leaning down to kiss your neck as he sucks softly into your sweet spot. you throw your head back, rasping out a cry of his name again as his balls slap against your ass with a harsh roll of his hips.

and then his hand makes its way between your bodies, thumb attaching itself to your clit before rubbing punishing circles into the bundle of nerves—you sob at that, back arching up as your chest presses against his, nipples hard as they brush along his skin.

“s-sugu—close, ‘m gonna cum a-again—so close,” you pant brokenly, every sentence cut off with a sharp gasp as he thrusts into you.

you’re close—you can’t fight back the way the coil in your belly snaps as he teases your clit. it’s still sensitive from the last orgasm, every nerve still burning up from before as he gives you more, gives you too much, almost. you cum harder this time—your second high creeping up on you when you least expect it.

it makes your eyes roll back, makes your thighs quiver, and tears stream down your cheeks as you chant his name over and over. suguru, ‘s so good. suguru, ‘m cumming. suguru, ‘s all for you.

every sentence makes his cock drill into you faster, sloppier in rhythm, maybe, but faster. needier. bordering on desperate.

“f-fuck, baby,” he grunts, “squeezin’ me so tight—such a tight fuckin’ cunt. you think just anyone deserves this? think you can just walk around and let anyone fuck this? ‘s bullshit—ngh.”

you don’t answer—can’t answer, in fact. it’s all teary eyes and soft sniffles as you mewl with every thrust, voice breaking between every pretty little sound you make. he’s still fucking into you, still dragging his cock against those sensitive walls, still bumping against your clit with his navel, still nudging against your sweet spot with his thick, swollen tip. it’s almost too much—it is too much, making you writhe under his body as you try to form the words.

“‘s t-too much, sugu—c-can’t anymore,” you try, “can’t.”

“what?” he gasps, furrowing his brows in mock confusion, “you’re tappin’ out on me already? but ‘m not even done yet, sweetheart. haven’t even finished yet—don’t tell me you’re already spent. how will you keep up with your little boyfriend’s stamina if you can’t even take an old man like me?”

“c-can’t take anyone but you,” you sob, “jus’ you—only you. promise.”

“yeah? you swear?”

“uh huh. jus’ you, sugu—don’ want anyone else. won’t fuck me the same.”

“atta girl,” he coos, chuckling as he leans down to kiss your jaw, trailing soft pecks until he meets your lips, “that’s what i thought. make sure you don’t forget, okay?”

“fuck, suguru—’m…g-gonna…”

“gonna what? cum? you’re cumming again?” you nod at that—he grins wide, pride settling into the crinkles of his eyes before his thumb rubs harsh circles into your swollen clit once more. he looks pretty like that—hair framing his face, the mix of black and white strands sticking to the damp skin of his forehead. his skin is flushed, abs flexing as he pants over you. sometimes you feel guilty that half of why you come over to visit nanako and mimiko is to fuck suguru—the guilt is quickly extinguished when you see him like this, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his arms barely hold him over you, eyes shut tight as he groans.

“i-i’m—fuck, fuck, fuck,” you can’t form sentences anymore as you cum—again. not that you really could before that, but now all you can offer is croaked half-syllables and shaky sobs. your walls squeeze around him, tight as they hug around his throbbing cock.

it takes one, two, three more sloppy rolls of his hips before he lets out at a low, “baby, fuck—’m gonna fill you up. want that? want me to cum in you? make you mine? always been mine, haven’t you?”

“yes, yes—yours, sugu. yours, yours, yours,” you babble, words slurred between breathy moans and broken sobs. “wanna be yours.”

you can feel him—feel the way his cock twitches in you, the way he grinds into you to ride out his high, the way sticky, hot ropes of cum fill your walls, the way he fucks his load deeper into you with every sloppy thrust of his hips. his arms quiver as he holds himself over you—just barely, though. you can hear the way his voice cracks as he gasps your name over and over, as he mutters lowly about how you’re his, how you’ll always only be his.

“mine,” he grits, “you’re fuckin’ mine—see how you’re suckin’ me in? see how i fit in this pussy like it was made for me? ‘s cause you’re mine.”

his body slumps onto yours as he finishes, head pressed into the crook of your neck as he kisses the skin while you both catch your breaths. you whimper, still sensitive, as he pulls out of you, a soft chuckle falling past his lips as he pulls his head up to look at you and press a kiss to your cheek.

“so,” he starts, eyes laced with amusement as he takes in the fucked out look on your face, the tears still drying your cheeks, the swollen flush of your bottom lip, “still think you need someone with more stamina? someone who’ll fuck you better—”

“god,” you groan, slapping his shoulder, “will you drop it already? you got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“no,” he murmurs, pecking your lips, “still wanna hear it some more.”

“your ego needs a reality check,” you huff as you brush a strand of hair from his forehead, “think i’ve fed it plenty all night.”

“actually, i think you crushed it,” he pouts theatrically, “talking about some asshole who doesn’t care about you right in front of me. after i take such good care of you, too. the girls already think you should date him,” he adds the last part with a slightly bitter roll of his eyes, pulling a giggle out of you.

“they think i don’t know how to talk to men,” you snort, “imagine they knew i was talking to men old enough to be my father.”

“hey,” he clicks his teeth, falling onto the mattress beside you—he pulls you into his chest, letting your cheek rest on his bare skin. it’s so wrong—lying in bed with the father of your best friends. but somehow, suguru feels like the only thing you’ve ever done right. “age is nothing but a number, sweetheart.”

if i have to see the word cock one more time im going to eradicate all humans that have them

do not comment about a part 2 !!!!!!!!!!

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kirbyystar · 6 months

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lowkey wanna create a series starring choso or satoru mmm let my brain work rq

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kirbyystar · 6 months

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I want the most cursed backshots that ever existed from this man and I want them NOW OMFG DON'T LET MAPPA ANIMATE HIM WITH HIS HAIR DOWN

I promise you he's gonna be the reason I write the most back-arching, legs behind neck, seat belt gripping, legs trembling, toes curling so bad they're gonna break, and architectural services of smut and change my name to Choso Slut #163

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DM me if you would like to have something cooked just for you

Beep boop bop bam.

Still a big dummy. But hey. This is much more simplified than before. So if you’re interested. Come through.

#commisionwork #colorist

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kirbyystar · 6 months

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Feral Gojo english dub highlights... Just close your eyes and listen..

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kirbyystar · 6 months

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kirbyystar · 6 months

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One of the girls

featuring.. Geto Suguru

✰ ✰ ✰ We’ve all seen the edits. And we all love a good friends with benefits romance.. so what happens when you two end up meeting at a party after not talking for a while? But.. maybe Suguru doesn’t want to beat around the bush anymore.

,, x fem!reader , fwb/hook up , party , kitchen sex , public ? sex , unprotected (he pulls out) , cum play + eating , fingering , jerking off , dirty talk , he cums on ur pussy <33

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- divider @/benkeibear

The beaming lights that flicker throughout large living room seem to glow perfectly on one person.

red and blue colors glow and gleam on your skin as you sway with a man, your hands on his shoulders. a man suguru almost wishes he was. despite having someone sitting in front of him on the couch. yea she’s.. okay looking. did he plan on leaving with her? hell no. especially after seeing you, someone he’s fucked around with a few times over the past year or so. maybe he’d be the one dancing with you if you weren’t avoiding him outside of your shared sex life.

but maybe that’s why suguru’s so attached.

he’s seen glimpses of how you are as a person. he knows when you’re lying about having to leave him in the morning, and he knows when you’re telling the truth, always pacing around the room and finding your clothes quickly. he’s seen the messages you’d get from your siblings or friends, having funny conversations on the phone as he’s undressing you. despite being pretty active during the night, you seem to have an interesting life he so desperately wants to be a part of.

suguru almost has the thought to stand up and leave the person on his side, his eyes glance down at the blabbering woman, “get up.” that definitely wasn’t the best choice of words, considering how her face had confusion crossed all over it. she leans closer, hands on his chest with a pout tugging her lips. “what do y—“ “i said get up.” and she does, grabbing her things and uncomfortably walking off, muttering a few curses under breath as she disappears between the dancing bodies.

suguru’s face scrunches up in disgust at the smell of her lingering perfume, a cheap lilac smell, way too strong for his senses. unlike the rich perfume you usually wore, a smell that makes him stay in bed after you’re out of it and gone within records time. at least he’d have something to remember you by, even if he’s going to wash his sheets a few days later.

his eyes search back through the crowd, already finding the familiar sight of you. and he’s disgusted, even if he’s done worst, but the way the man had his tongue down your throat was so wrong. you don’t even like it, how the man is rushing through everything, suguru can tell from the subtle roll of your eyes, or how you adjust his hands as a sign for him to not get too ahead of himself.

suguru knows he’d do it right, a hand tilting your chin, or maybe on your waist and slowly guiding you to a more secluded area, whispering things in your ear that would make that cute smile form on your face. how your eyes would flicker to him in excitement. you’re a woman suguru deems as to know what you want, more dominant and forward about how you pursue someone.

but he knows just how to make you fall into his hold and allow him to take care of you, becoming more submissive and pliable. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it when you have your little attitudes or get more demanding. if anything, he welcomes it. on those days, he gets to keep you for a little while longer because of that pride you have. but he never edges you on, letting you be a bit mean to him as he adores you, and maybe checking you a few times. at least until you're slipping away from him, thanking him for the breakfast with kisses all over his face.

suguru ends his small daydream, sighing to himself as he gets up and makes his way over to you. “could you please get a room?” he greets the guy with a small scowl, noticing in the corner of his eye how you stare up at him, eyes not leaving his face even when the random guy is asking if you’ll go with him to his car. the poor guy doesn’t even know that you don’t like getting in other people’s cars, especially on the first, and usually, last, night you meet them. at least suguru is an exception.

“uh, no, i’m good, im just gonna go get a drink..” you almost stammer your words, slightly pushing the guy away and heading towards the door that led to the kitchen. yet, the way you looked back at suguru let him know what you really wanted. he pats the guys back with a smug smile, “my bad man.” there was a sly undertone to suguru’s voice, gripping his shoulder a bit tightly before pulling away and following after you.

“do you stalk me?” you question suguru as he closes the door, a small smile playing on your lips as you put down the bottle of wine you found in a cabinet. he watches you take a sip, the red purplish liquid leaving a stain on your lip as you leave one of lip gloss on the glass in return. “no not really. you just so happen to be everywhere i am. maybe it’s a sign?” he shrugs, walking closer.

you scoff, putting down your cup and licking your lips as his arms find themselves perfectly around your waist, “oh? a sign of what?” you giggle, dusting off his collar and looking up at him with those pretty eyes, all doey and full of wonder within them. but he can see it, the tiny squint, as if you know what he plans on doing to you. and it always happens, every single time.

“hm, i dunno. that we’re meant to be..? or that you shouldn’t waste your time with people like him?” suguru’s gently pushes you against the wall, his larger figure towering over you and his hands find your waist. it was intimate, his breath ghosting your skin as he leans down. he takes in the scent of your perfume, lips brushing your jaw, your eyes examine the glint in his, they were low and filled with desire while he takes in the sight of of you.

“you wish i spent more time with people like you huh?” your breathy joke makes suguru purse his lips. you were right and didn’t even know it. “sure. but unfortunately for you.. there’s only one of me..” his words make your breath hitch, heart fluttering as he kisses down your neck. maybe you were just sensitive? you weren’t sure, but his demeanor felt so domineering, like each kiss was a promise of something you’re oblivious too.

“well, have you ever met someone like me? i don’t think you have.” and you’re damn right. suguru has to bite back the urge to rant all about how correct you are. no one leaves suguru as desperate as you have, longing for you in more ways then one. “if i did, would i really be here?” his chuckle vibrates against your chest, the warmth of his lips leaving to pull away and gaze at the loose dress you wore.

the long sleeves remind him of the times you’d try to wear his clothes, trying on a few cardigans that clearly would never fit you. the dress had a long v-neck that gave a delicious sight of your plump breasts, leaving little for an imagination suguru wouldn’t need tonight, and every tomorrow, he hopes. and it definitely didn’t help that the fabric was pretty short, low enough for your thighs to stick out. he thinks it’s his favorite look on you now.

“i guess you do have a point..” you whisper, a hand reaching up and tilting his head down. then finally, you pull him into a deep kiss. but suguru won’t let you get away from him, not now. he pushes further, a hand pining the wall beside your head as his body covers you like a blanket. your lips mesh perfectly, with small pauses of heavy breaths, and you two eagerly move the clothing in your way.

your hands unbutton his shirt quickly, almost ripping it as he pulls up your dress, hands feeling your curves and running up to your breasts. “gonna fuck me in here? thought you had a bit more class suguru~” you gasp against his lips, holding onto him tightly when he lifts you onto the counter, knocking the glass of wine into the sink. his hands undo the straps of your flats, placing them off to the side before chasing after your lips again.

“yea? maybe you make me forget about all of that..” he mutters against your lips as your legs lock around him. your nails scratch along his chest as you feel his defined muscles, making sure to dangerously drag the tips of them around his low v-line, and he’s twitching in his pants. “is that a good thing?” you tease, grinning as he holds you still, shamelessly rubbing his erections against your thigh with groans that vibrate in your ear.

“kinda, until.. f-fuck.. until someone’s walking in. can’t let em’ see ya. y’r only for me.” usually, when people say things like that to you, it’d feel like a turn off. you two were just flings right? but maybe tonight you’ll let it slide. because even you can’t argue against the way his words made your pussy throb. “oh yea? put your money where your mouth is.” you grin, fiddling with his belt buckle.

suguru’s eyes darken, hands finding your wrists and helping you undo the belt. he feels hot all over, hair sticking to his skin sexily as he watches how your pretty little fingers get rid of the annoying accessory. “don’t start complainin’ if i don’t stop when someone comes in..” he smiles as you snap the band of his underwear playfully. before you can admire the leaking cock against your thigh, his fingers are sneaking and pulling down the fabric of your panties, dropping it in the pile of clothes on the floor.

your head almost hits the cabinet when he inserts a finger into your heat, and you lean back, spreading your legs on the cool counter as he curls his finger into your gummy walls. “i won’t. promise. i dont want you to stop..” your voice breaks into a small whine as his gaze locks onto yours. why did he have to look so intimidating, his bangs falling and covering his eyes with a few stray strands framing his face.

“is that it sweet girl? c’mon, say it again f’me and i’ll make you cum.” he makes your stomach twists from the sultry tone of his voice, coaxing moans out of you as he picks up the pace, finger thrusting in and out of you. you roll your hips up as he presses your g-spot, causing your thighs to shake as you spew out mewls, trying to form words with your shaky breaths.

“said i— um, shit, d-don’t want you to stop. please don’t stop sugu!” you cry out, lips quivering as he graces you with another finger inside you. the thick finger stretches your walls just right, filling you up and dragging out your orgasm quickly. you cover your mouth to muffle the murmurs suguru wishes he could hear as he helps you ride out your orgasm. your body shudders with each press of the pads of his fingers.

and suguru’s dark eyes don’t leave you, stuck on the way your body glistens with a sheen of sweat. he can barely even hear the low rnb music playing in the room over, or the sounds of people singing along. he’s just stuck on the sweet noises leaving your lips that he doesn’t even realize that he’s overstimulating you until your teary eyes look up at him with a small sob escaping your pouty lips.

so adorable.

he finally pulls his fingers out, your juices were already coating your thighs, but the strings of cum that stuck to his fingers looked even better. he smears his wet fingers around your bud, careful to not stimulate you any further as his two fingers drag and press the plump of your pussy, watching as cum trickles out onto the surface.

“s-stop playing suguuu, makin’ me too sensitive..” you tuck those pretty lips out with a cute little sniffle, but your hips still chase his fingers as he pulls them up to his mouth and sucks them dry. his eyes close as he takes in the tases of your cum and juices mixed together. something he could never get tired of.

he pulls away with a small ‘pop!’ sound, “never heard of that baby. but the more the better right?” he chuckles, moving closer between your thighs as you grumble under your breath. as he brushes the tip of cock in your folds, both of you hum at the feeling of it, little noises of slick mushing around before he slides in.

“want you to feel me baby. don’t close those eyes, need ta’ see that cute expression of yours.” he chuckles as you’re reduced to murmurs of his name, nails clawing his chest as his cock is pushed into the hilt. your pussy clenched around him, as if trying to suck him, impossibly, further in. “s’a lot suguru, f-feel so..” “full?” suguru chuckles, voice raspy and slightly breaking as he wraps a hand around you to make your pelvis meet.

“y-yea gonna cum already..” you gasp out, almost embarrassed by how you’re just putty in his hands. it always happens, every single time. “yea baby? do it. cum alllll over my cock. gonna keep ya plugged up with it and watch it flow when i pull out.” suguru’s nasty words make you whimper, gripping his biceps as he rolls hips to pump you full of his fat cock.

he places his hands onto the counter as you cling yourself onto him like a koala, arms wrapped around his neck as you shamelessly moan into his ear. “feels so gooood sugu.” you whine, eyes tearing up as he hammers into you with sharp thrusts that make you curl your toes and bite your lip. you can barely even focus on watching the kitchen door just in case it rattles. but hey, it’s not like you two would be able to hide yourselves anyways.

“i know baby, gonna make ya feel e-even better..” his voice his breathy, rumbling in your ear as your thighs shake around him. he bites into your shoulder blades to muffle his groans, his length nearly struggling to brush in n’ out your clammy walls. your head falls limp on his shoulder when he angles to hit your sweet spot, pussy tightening even more as a coil forms in your tummy.

“r-right there su. g’nna cum!” you sob as a particular thrust in you has your orgasm washing over and painting his thick cock white. suguru looks down to where you two meet, slowing his thrusts, and his cock throbs inside you at the sight of your milky cum coating his length, blobs of it spewing out with each small thrust. and it’s all he can hear, little squelching that matches the melodies of your moans.

“did so good f’me sweetie. c’mon let me make your pussy even prettier with my cum, gotta keep it messy for later.” suguru slowly pulls out, and your hole visibly flutters as you reach down with a whine. he stands back to let you grab his wet cock, tip red and leaky, twitching in your smaller hand as you jerk it off in the direction of your folds. making sure to drag your thumb along the vein that always bulge under his cock.

“wan’ you to shoot all over my folds n’ keep my thighs dirty..” you mutter, eyes stuck on the way his muscles tighten and his cock pulses in your hand. you go further down, holding the length in your hand a bit more tighter and dragging from the base up. “fuuuuck, y-yea baby? m’gonna keep that pussy of yours drenched in my cum tonight.” he gives a choked laugh, grinding into your hand and moving his to your thighs, pulling you closer and spreading them wide to shoot his load perfectly onto the gooey mess.

you smile as his hips begin to stutter, cock pulsating in your hand as a long groan escapes him, long ropes of cum landing on your thighs and cunt. it’s warm, beginning to drip down your skin as his cum turns into small spurts coating your hand. suguru tries to catch his breath, a small blush on his cheeks as you lick the cum off your hand with a grin.

“i love your cum..” you hum, being pulled into a deep kiss by him, letting him get a taste of the salty liquid on your tongue. “you can have more later if we hurry up and get out of here before someone sees the mess we made.” he snickers, handing you your panties and beginning to fix himself up. “you really want me today huh?” you tease, hopping off the counter and pulling up the cloth. its comforting, the way his warm cum is tucked all away within your undies.

“yea, m’tired of you always running off..” suguru’s voice lowers with your long silence, fixing up your dress and eyeing him nervously as he buttons up his shirt. you’re not sure why you can’t just tell him off like the other guys, walk away with a promise to never see him again and delete his number. but maybe it’s because you know he’s not like the other guys. he always treats you like you’re not just a fling, but never crossing your boundaries of what you two have.

why can’t he just walk out like others, and not make your heart flutter like some teen girl? “okay.. what do you want me to do?” you whisper, looking away. and you’re just so cute. suguru reaches out, holding your chin up. you weren’t sure if the sex afterglow just made him more attractive than he already is, or the way his hand gently lifted your head up to him, a soft smile on his lips as he tilts his head knowingly.

“you could start by staying the night at my house.. doing something you may like and maybe have a date tomorrow..? and i’d love it if you could stay for breakfast, i know you like those strawberry waffles..” the tender and nervousness in his voice makes a smile of your own form. he wasn’t just pursuing you sexually, he wanted to experience actually dating you and show what he could offer. so, maybe this once, you’ll try to see where this goes.

“i’d love that suguru.”

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kirbyystar · 6 months

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@bokunocolor

Guys, I gasped seeing this- everyone should go check out his work!!! It's amazing. Still in shock at how well this is 😭😭

Thank you again @bokunocolor !!!!

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk meg #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro #meg #jujustu kaisen manga #jjk manga #artwork #jjk anime #anime art #blog

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proud of my successful baby.🙏

soft rengoku - headcannon

A/n: i can only imagine his soft spot he has- the protective and loving kyojuro. This is somewhat similiar to Obanai in format wise- i will prolly end up doing almost all the hashiras lmao

when kyojuro is in love, he's in love. he has a weak spot for your love- he easily folds for you. he's just very happy and proud to call you his. He loves the idea of you belonging to him, he isn't afraid to admit or confess. although at first- he didn't realize yet he was in love.. he just rather seen it as spending a lot of time with you. he enjoyed your visits, your presence, it soothes him. I think kyojuro would make lunches just for the two of you to enjoy together. he cooks a lot, especially your favorites kyojuro would definitely massage or pamper you if you had a long day. He'll gladly take you in his arms to hold you, his scent being your favorite thing to take in. He's very groom, loves to stay clean and work out a lot. He likes to invite you! But every time he does, he manages to turn it into a training session of you pushing your limit lol Big BIG fan of kissing. on the face, specifically. he'll pull you in to just attack with pecks down to your neck which causes a giggle out of you. he loves your voice, especially your laugh. Probably one of the first things he loved about you. How soothe and comfort your voice is. When you're feeling down or upset, he likes to spoil you! I think spending money on you is one of his love langauges. He'll come home from work with your favorite drink- your favorite meal. He loves to keep you happy Kyojuro bluntly talks about marriage- its been a few months of dating but he is set YOU ARE HIS PERSON. he cannot imagine feeling the way he does over you with another. No, he loves YOU. and he makes it very clear

spending money is def a love language of his.

very openly of the fact hes in love with you

hes big spoon in bed, he likes to scooch you in to him and fall asleep like if ur a damn teddy bear lol

dinner and lunch are his favorite part of the day because he cooks, and he loves to make you happy with food

even if hes had a long day of work, he puts you first. but alas you always baby or comfort him like a good s/o u are

he likes your music! he recommends a lot of artists for you

matching pjs are a must.

surprisingly, he lets you try make up on him

he mocks u if he does lmao ^

you both like to be competitive

both of you start a book, and whoever can finish first wins, the loser has to treat the other lol

hes very good with kids and definitely wants his own.

kyojuro is willing to try anything with you

he likes to teach you new things

You were introduced as a hashira during a meeting amongst the others. Nervous, you didn't know anyone so all eyes were just on you lol. Mitsuri firstly introduced herself to you, among Shinobu. The three of you almost became a trio pretty quickly. You were always intrigued by kyojuro but never got to properly meet him. One day, you were assigned a mission and upon arriving met the flame hashira himself.

He was very impressed with your skills, and before you both knew it, majority of missions were spent together. This is when kyojuro realized how he felt. It wasn't anything big when he asked you to be his s/o, it was on way back to the estate he had popped the question. Of course, you said yes!

you really keep him happy lol

his favorite thing to do with you is training or working out

although you become tired first, he doesn't stop until HE wants to

"c'mon my flame! you can do it!"

hes your literal #1 supporter

regardless of how much pressure he puts on you, he simply does it to encourage you!

favorite nickname: my flame, darling, baby, good girl

his love for you is an endless flame. Kyojuro loves you, and nothing can change that. you and him will always be a flame dancing around each other never blowing out.

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I Wanna Be Yours // TEASER

NOTE. ehehe i had an idea 😏 might make a full story of this but here's a teaser idk if I really wanna continue it... i didn't text proof it ignore my mistakes ok😭😭🙏

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It was another day heading home after work. You took the subway every night to get home, it wasn’t a long ride but enough to play a couple of songs. Tonight was more crowded than usual, making you sit next to someone. You didn’t like sitting next to others- you rather keep to yourself. But the only seat available was next to a man, seen to have two buns in his messy hair. He had headphones in, maybe he wouldn't mind and understand?

You took the chance to sit beside him before anyone stole the spot. He still hasn’t noticed you, it's not like you wanted him to... So you took your headphones out. You figured you’d blast The Smiths, it was a long tiring day at work after all. But a familiar beat caught your left ear before you could put the headphones over you. It was Arctic Monkeys. You couldn’t put a finger on it until you heard the beat drop. The man was still lost in the music, perhaps he didn’t realize you were next to him yet. Maybe your staring was too hard because it interrupted him- He shifted his position to look at you as he was startled, leaning back into the chair. “I love that song.” You spoke at him.

His eyebrows raised, still trying to process how’d you even sit next to him without him noticing. “It’s a pretty good song, huh?” His words replied at you. You nod, a smile forming in the process. “I know how to play it on the guitar,” he chuckles, “Along with a few others.” “Really?” you question, “I’m sure you’re good. Maybe not as good as me, but good.” You laugh at your own words, it wasn’t that you were trying to sound cocky but to throw in a joke to add in a little humor to your conversation.

His lips curved, “Well, I don’t know about that…”

“Are you doubting me?”

“No, no of course not. I’d just need to hear it.”

“You have any videos?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, but I do have a phone number. I could send you the videos through there?”

You hide your smile, was he asking for your number? No, no of course not. He just wanted to send you the videos. Obviously.

“Yeah, I can do the same.” He takes his phone to his contacts and you add your number, “By the way, what's your name?” He asks mid-process you putting in your digits.

“Y/n. What's yours?”

“Choso.”

“Well Choso, it was nice meeting you.” Suddenly the subway stops, it’s your exit. “I’ll see you around.” You smiled at him as you stood up, your bag in your hands. You didn't get to look back but who knew this man had a grin the whole time after you left?

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Turbulent temptations - Choso x Reader

Warnings: smut - oral (f & m receiving, 69), doggy style, fingering, rough p in v, angst, f!Reader, boyfriend!Choso Synopsis: Choso and you engaged in a heated disagreement, culminating in an incredibly steamy moments

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An atmosphere thick with tension hung in the air. Choso, the tall and muscular Death Painting Womb, stood before you, his piercing purple eyes ablaze with a mixture of anger and frustration. His jet-black hair was wild and unruly. He was a formidable presence, but tonight, he was more than intimidating.

You, a mere human, stood your ground, refusing to let him dictate your every move. His controlling tendencies had escalated to a breaking point, and tonight's argument was the culmination of weeks of mounting resentment. "You can't keep doing this, Choso," you said, your voice wavering but determined. "I won't let you control every aspect of my life. I need my independence."

Choso clenched his fists, his muscles tensing as he struggled to keep his temper in check. His lips curled into a snarl. "You don't understand, do you, my little weakling? I do it because I care about you. I'm trying to protect you from this cruel world."

You shook your head, your own temper flaring. "Protecting me is one thing, Choso, but suffocating me is another. I can't breathe in this relationship if you're always watching my every move."

Choso's face contorted in frustration. His cheeks flushed, contrasting sharply with his pale complexion. "I can't help it. It's in my nature. I've lost people I cared about, and I can't bear to lose you too."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you took a step closer to him. "Choso, I love you, but love can't thrive in an environment of control and jealousy. We need to find a balance, or we'll destroy what we have!"

"Y/N, I won't give up on protecting you because that's the only way I can be sure you're safe. You should be grateful!"

"Shut the hell up, Choso! Fuck you!" You practically screamed the last two words and delivered a forceful punch to his chest.

He blinked and seized you by the throat, his stature towering over you. He had long surpassed you in size and strength. His hand closed around your delicate neck, and he tightened his grip, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as fear instantly flooded your eyes. "If you ever lay a hand on me like that again," Choso seethed, his voice dripping with anger, "I won't hesitate to put you in your place." With that, he released his grip on you, and you stumbled, collapsing to the floor.

He moved towards you with a slow, deliberate pace, sending a shiver down your spine.

As you retreated, you found yourself backing up past your couch, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I don't know what it is about you," Choso uttered in a hushed tone that sent a chill through your bones. "You're driving me insane." He closed the gap until he was just a few feet away, and you couldn't help but tremble.

You remained silent, a mix of emotions boiling within you. Your face grew flushed, your fists clenched at your sides, and your teeth ground together in frustration. Choso's predatory gaze roved over your body, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. Anger surged through your mind, but your pussy ached, and in that moment, you despised yourself.

Finally, his eyes locked onto yours, and he advanced another step, a dark intensity in his gaze that made it clear he had no intention of letting you escape his grasp.

He grabbed your upper arms. His grip on you was a vice, a sudden and unyielding force that left you frozen in place. Choso's voice dripped with a chilling intensity as he snarled, his breath hot against your face, his eyes smoldering with a dangerous fire. "What are you gonna do?" The question hung in the air, heavy with an ominous promise. "I can take whatever I desire, whether you resist or not. So, what are you going to do? Scream? Fight me again? Beg for me to stop?"

Your defiance met his unyielding demeanor, and a silence thick with tension enveloped you both. You chose not to scream; words seemed futile in that charged moment. Instead, you defied his expectations and, with determination, rose onto your tiptoes, meeting his dangerous gaze. Without uttering a single word, you pressed your lips against his.

Choso's initial stillness and lack of response was deafening, a tension hanging in the air that was thicker than the darkest of clouds. But then, with a fierce intensity, he pulled you into a messy kiss that left your mind reeling.

Your thoughts raced as desire burned within you, an undeniable craving for him, an unspoken but unmistakable need that coursed through your veins. Your teeth grazed menacingly against his lower lip, sinking in for a harsh bite.

Choso's eyebrow shot up in shock, his grip on you loosening involuntarily.

Seizing the opportunity, you used your newfound freedom to forcefully shove him away. He stumbled backward and tumbled onto your couch, a mix of confusion and irritation flashing across his features. "The fuck…" Choso began, but you didn't let him finish.

With a predatory grace, you closed the distance between you, straddling his lap with an unmistakable air of dominance. The fabric of your skirt rode up your thighs, exposing a tantalizing expanse of skin against his robe.

You could feel his cock starting to harden beneath you, and you leaned forward, your lips almost against his as you stared straight at Choso. "Despite all of my anger and frustration, I still need you."

With a self-assured grin curling at the edges of his lips, Choso gently pushed you away, rising to his feet. He swiftly shed his clothes, and you mirrored his actions, discarding your own attire. The inexplicable rush of desire had taken you by surprise, and you couldn't help but wonder if his cursed powers were weaving their enchantment on your mind. Yet, at that moment, you couldn't find it in yourself to care - all you craved was Choso.

Your eyes drank in the sight before you.

He stood there fully naked, finally. Choso was facing you so you could see it all: his chest - strong and broad, his abs - perfectly toned, and his cock - thick and hard, precum dripping from the tip. He was the most handsome being you had ever seen in your life.

Soon, Choso was propped up on his elbows, looking at you, running the tip of his tongue along his upper lip; the head of his cock was nearly purple as his irises and the precum was literally dripping down his shaft - his excitement mirrored your own, unmistakable in his demeanor.

With a mischievous smile, you gracefully made your way onto the couch, letting your hair cascade around Choso's face as you descended to kiss him. His response was eager as he met your lips, and you allowed him to deepen the kiss, savoring the electric connection between you, before gently drawing back. "Let's find out if you can employ that tongue more effectively," you whispered, and with a swift movement, you were straddling his face.

Choso needed no further encouragement. Without hesitation, he dove into his task, sensually caressing your pussy with his tongue. Your reaction was immediate - a contented sigh escaping your lips as he expertly teased your cunt. As he continued, he gently sucked on your engorged clit, drawing a surprised moan from your lips. Unable to contain your desire, you began to move your hips back and forth, pressing your wet entrance against his eager mouth. Choso's skillful tongue danced along your slick folds, teasing the entrance to your throbbing core, ocassionally licking a long stripe along your slit. He lapped at your pussy like a starved man. Choso placed a few tiny kisses to your clitoris, eventually nudging the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. As your body responded with increasing fervor, he intensified his efforts, skillfully pleasuring your clit with his mouth. Waves of pleasure cascaded through your being, your fingers toying with your nipples as he lavished attention on your dripping pussy.

You shifted away from his face briefly, repositioning yourself to lean down and engage with his arousal. Afterward, you eased your wet pussy back onto his waiting mouth, and Choso responded eagerly, lavishing attention on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Simultaneously, you leaned closer to his hardened length, and with one dainty hand, you enveloped his throbbing shaft, commencing a leisurely and tantalizing rhythm of movement.

Choso groaned into your dripping cunt and the noise sent vibrations through your slick pussy. You moaned and stuck out your tongue, licking the precum off his tip. Choso's hips bucked as you did, and you licked up and down his shaft before finally taking him into your warm, welcoming mouth.

You could sense the mounting tension in the room as his deep, guttural groans resonated in the air. His hips subtly shifted, syncing with the rhythm of your movements as you pleasured him. Choso's commitment to your desires didn't waver, his attention unwavering as he devoured your cunt. But as you dared to take him deeper into your mouth, his reaction was palpable - his head tilted back, a primal sound escaping his throat as he drove his hips upwards, urging his hardness further into your welcoming throat. You gagged yourself around his cock, and found it impossible to stifle your emotions - tears streamed down your cheeks as you carefully bobbed your head, cupping his balls with your free palm, squeezing them slowly.

Choso let out a deep, sensuous moan as he spat on your slit. His intent was to ensure you were drenched, and he proceeded to resume his delicate attentions. With tantalizing tenderness, he showered your slit with gentle, kitten-like licks that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your entire being. He occasionally enveloped your soft, plump lips within the warm embrace of his mouth after sucking them in.

Soon, you withdrew your mouth from his throbbing dick, releasing it with a soft, satisfying pop sound. You gracefully moved away from Choso's face, letting the charged atmosphere linger in the room.

"I nearly forgot the exquisite sensations of human pleasures," Choso remarked, his voice laced with surprise.

He wasted no time at all. Choso gently encouraged you to recline on your side on the plush couch. His fingers traced a voluptuous path from your side, along your thigh, and ultimately, between your legs. His focus was unwavering, and he began to tease your slick folds. Choso, with a witching vehemence, urged you to circle your arm around his neck, causing you to partially turn your upper body towards him. As your eyes met, he lavished attention on your breasts, his lips finding their way to one of your sensitive nipples. Contemporaneously, his skilled fingers delved deep into your sopping cunt, kindling a conflagration of passion and pleasure that consumed you fully.

"Ch-Choso!" You couldn't help but whine his name.

His tongue gently traced circles around your sensitive bud, and he playfully nibbled at it. Choso's fingers moved in a rhythmic motion, thrusting in and out of your cunny, inching you close to the brink of an ecstatic release.

The sensations were already sending delightful shivers throughout your body, and your soft, enticing moans coupled with the rhythmic grinding of your hips against his skilled hand only fueled Choso's desire. As your bodies moved in harmony, his palm expertly pressed against your aroused clit, intensifying the sensations as you eagerly responded to his every touch.

You found yourself perched precariously on the precipice of ecstasy, your body quivering with anticipation. With each passing moment, the intensity of your desire grew, and you knew that you were on the brink of an earth-shattering climax. It was the final touch, the masterful stroke of Choso's hand against your swollen, throbbing clit, that sent you hurtling into a tidal wave of pleasure.

"Oh, Choso!!!" Your body convulsed, an intense orgasm surging through you like a tempest, causing your hips to buck uncontrollably against his skillful touch. In the throes of ecstasy, you couldn't help but cry out, your head arching backward in sheer pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck!"

As the waves of pleasure began to recede, you felt Choso's hand, now tender and gentle, delicately caressing your sensitive, slick folds. You were left panting, your senses still tingling from the electrifying experience.

His throbbing dick pressed firmly against your ass as Choso's lips met yours in a passionate kiss. Your bodies radiated heat, drawing you closer together. In a moment of desire, he deftly maneuvered, lifting your leg and guiding it over his hip. Choso continued to press against you, and as your lips locked in a sensual embrace, the tip of his dick found its way between your slick folds.

A soft moan escaped your lips, your voice barely able to contain the passion that surged through you. "Oh, Choso!"

With each movement, he explored your neck with his lips, savoring the taste of your skin, while the intensity of your connection deepened, creating a symphony of desire and pleasure between you.

He moved his hips with a deliberate, unhurried rhythm, rocking back and forth in a sensual dance of desire. Every motion he made was slow. With each thrust, he found an opportunity to run his tongue along the column of your neck, heightening the intensity of your passion while his fervor drove you to ecstasy.

"Harder, Choso, harder, please…" You were moaning.

Some time later, he withdrew, prompting you to shift your position. You settled on all fours, your ass end provocatively arched upward.

He approached from behind, the tip of his dick making contact with your slick entrance.

You could sense it, delicately seeking access to your tight, inviting cunt, and you reciprocated by sensually wriggling back against him.

His shaft glided smoothly into your drenched haven, and he inched in gradually, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he felt your warmth envelop him. "Fuck."

A sensual moan escaped your lips as you felt him filling you completely, his pulsating, rigid length nestled deep within your core.

"Oh, Y/N," he gasped, his voice laden with desire. Choso's strong hands gripped your hips, initiating a slow, tantalizing rhythm, guiding you back and forth onto his throbbing cock. However, this leisurely pace didn't persist for long. He skillfully maneuvered one hand around your form, cupping your breasts, while his other hand found its way to your sensitive clit. With fervor, he began to thrust into you with an intensity that left you both breathless and consumed by passion.

"Ammmmpppp- fuck!" You groaned, pressing your head to the armrest.

He let out a deep, primal wail, and your breath caught as he passionately fucked you. The rhythmic sound of his balls slapping against your plush ass reverberated in the air, creating an intoxicating symphony. His every thrust found that sweet, sensitive spot within you, igniting waves of pleasure as the tip of his dick massaged that spongy place. Simultaneously, his skilled fingers danced over your sensitive clitoris, sending electric pulses of ecstasy through your body, while his teasing grip on your hardened nipples pushed you ever closer to a euphoric bliss.

"So good and so tight, fuck, Y/N, fuck," Choso moaned behind you, his head roled back a little. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

In an instant, Choso quivered with intensity, delivering one last powerful thrust into the depths of your wetness. The force of his movement was so overwhelming that it caused you to lose your balance, making you stagger forward. At that very moment, you could feel the scorching heat of his hot seed spurt into your cunt, filling you completely. It was this ecstatic rush that tipped you over the edge, igniting a second climax that surpassed the first in its sheer intensity.

Your inner muscles clenched tightly around Choso's remarkable length, coaxing out every last drop of his cum, which surged forth, spilling into your longing cunt. The sheer elatedness of the moment left you both gasping, lost in the intoxicating throes of passion.

After an exhilarating encounter, the two of you found yourselves on the couch, both panting heavily. You reclined on your back, the rise and fall of your chest mirroring your deep, labored breaths. Choso, his own breath ragged, turned over and nestled his head gently against your bosom, seeking solace in the tender connection you shared.

"You're fucking amazing," he stated. "I believe I should encourage you to engage in more argments with me," he quipped, a playful glint in his eye. "You're becoming incredibly passionate afterward, my sweet Y/N."

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