— 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖊

stepcest! jake who’ll wait for your mom to conveniently go away on a business trip and takes this moment to bless every fucking room of the house with your cum, making sure he’d fuck you on every surface 🤭 and when she comes home he’ll have that wolfish grin on him watching as she eats food off the table that just yesterday was soaked with your juices

the second the front door closes, he has you bent over the kitchen counters and everything. head pressed down on the surface, back arched with your ass hanging up for his cock to easily slip into you. you’re moaning his name, begging for him to fill you up like how you deserve. when jake does cum inside your pretty cunt, he makes you thank him; “mm, t-thank you, daddy!” he’ll smirk at your words, “that’s my girl.. so polite.”

him also being the type to fuck his cum back into you to make sure you’re definitely knocked up after the day’s session; lifting you onto the counter and fingering you ‘til your body’s aching to stop. he’ll make sure you’re fucking bred by the end of the night and carrying his baby. it lowkey backfires on him, though. he’s wild with his fingers.. fast pace, crazy fuckin’ rhythm, like he’s insane. you end up squirting all over the counters and surfaces, and he makes you clean it all up.

by clean it up, i mean with your tongue. he’ll drag you across the surface by the back of your head, using your muscle to mop up your own mess. “such a dirty fuckin’ girl,” he’s pulling at the roots of your hair, tugging you around like a rag doll. “wait ‘til your ma comes home, sweetheart. she won’t be very happy with the messes you’ve made today with her husband, hm?”

HOME, SASUKE.

☁︎ warnings; titty play, sucking, biting, hair pulling, finger sucking, bathtub sex, kinda vanilla.

☁︎ mocha’s note; he’s stuck in my brain rn. enjoy. :)

Tease. Seeing that sultry picture you sent to him earlier in the day, while on an important mission might he add, nearly choking as he jumped through bushes in the air has him off the wall. He heard the notification throughout all the heavy gusts of wind and leaves blowing, noticing he received a few images from you, his adorable wife—not so adorable as of lately. Since he’s been gone so long, he’s barely had time to be with you. Feeling bad whenever he had to leave you when duty called, hating that he was such an important character to the Hidden Leaf Village.

When he does make time for you, you’re insatiably horny. And he couldn’t blame you, because he’s the same. Not one for words, so when he walks into your home he’s quick to grope you up and pull you close, mashing his lips with yours and shoving you up or down some sort of object; the couch, the wall, a table, the floor. You’re on his mind all day long, all he can think about. It’s worse for you considering you’re worried for just his safety more than anything, dread filling your chest whenever he had to depart for a few days, sometimes months depending on the situation. Scared he wouldn’t come back as Sasuke Uchiha; the last Uchiha, your husband.

Then there’s just those days where you’re outrageously horny, missing his touch whenever you think of little things, or flashbacks hit, or Hinata and Ino have girl talks with you about their sex lives. It’s frustrating when those needs cannot be tended to when the urge hits. Since you knew he’d be home in two days, you figured you give him something to look forward to. Let him know how much you’ve missed him. Wearing only a white crop top, nipples taut against the fabric, and a skimpy pink butterfly thong. You perched yourself onto the bathroom sink, curly hair in pigtails touching your waist as you angle your phone to take a few photos for your beloved.

missing you. xoxo.

You send them with a mischievous grin, knowing it’ll stun him. As much as Sasuke hated to admit, he was shy. Especially when it came to you. You were always the bold one in the relationship, coming this far now because you made the first move. He hides it a lot, but he’s surely a hopeless romantic. So fond of you he blushes red as a tomato at anything you do. When he saw you naked for the first time and you asked him how you looked, he couldn’t stop stuttering. He’s really cute.

He’s glad he was alone meaning he didn’t have to warn anyone about his rapid disappearance, making his way back to the village and entering his home without so much as a knock to warn you. His pupils are dilated with lust, searching every corner of the home for you like a madman. He finds you upstairs, hears you humming a tune. He’s like a shadow when he appears, equipment off and tall body emerging into the bathroom where you sees you running a bubble bath and arranging hair products.

“Baby,” his voice is deep which makes your skin crawl, yelping and jumping around with a brush in your hand for a weapon. When you see it’s your husband, you’re more confused than excited. Wondering what the hell he was doing home so early. Though your chest did burst with happiness all things aside.

“Sasuke!” You screech, dropping the tool and hopping in his arms, Sasuke staring at your reflection in the mirror, still wearing what you were in those photos. “You’re home!”

“I’m home,” he says, blunt as ever. You level back on your feet after rising on your tiptoes to embrace him, that precious smile of yours making him caress the side of your face endearingly. “Still on my mission, as you know. But I wasn’t going to continue with a hard-on.”

You blow a cherry innocently. “Sorry.”

“You’re not,” you squeak as he backs you up towards the tub, bending down to stop the water before it overflowed. “Let me see what I rushed here for. I don’t have all day.”

This part of him is your favorite, his dominate side. The way he flips like a switch when he’s horny is scary sometimes. But you lived for the thrill. You were more than happy to have him here now, your face hot from the pheromones he exudes, like a drug almost. His dark hair hides most of his face, tall above you and lips pressed into a firm line. That’s your man for sure.

You grab the ends of your shirt and lift it over your head to reveal your braless chest. Sasuke felt like a predator watching you strip, feeling his mouth water with your every movement. Once you were bare, he helped you into the bathtub, moaning soothingly from the warmth of it.

  "Come in, don’t act shy,” you giggle, sitting on your knees as you waited for him to get inside.

  Sasuke began undressing, shrugging his ninja attire and tossing the clothing to the ground. Your eyes ran along his chest and down to his v-line. You lean over the tub, smirking at the bulge in his briefs, Sasuke closing his eyes, almost moaning when you lightly kissed his happy trail while giving him a daunting stare. Hooking your finger on the soft fabric and tugging it down only enough for one side to drop and reveal the thin growth of pubic hair. 

   Biting your lip, you eyed him as he climbed into the tub after fully naked, your hands resting on the bottom of the tub as you crawl to him, Sasuke eyeing you speculatively before your lips pressed against his chest, a moan vibrating in your throat as you darted your tongue out to lick his skin, kisses light as feathers, trailing your way up to his neck before straddling his waist. Sasuke is breathless as you turn his head to gain access to the side of his neck, nipping at the flesh as he groaned and wrapped his broad arms around your backside, bubbles sticking to your bodies, languidly bringing your chest close to his own. 

   "Let me fuck you, baby," he pleaded, your chest tightening as you pulled your face up to stare down at him. "Let me, please."

   You swallow a ball in your throat, his voice soft as you nod your head to permit him. You were ready, been ready for him to do anything he wanted, just something. Your head was fuzzy, Sasuke pressing his palm against the middle of your back to make it arch, breasts swell, and nipples taut in his face as your head knocked back in pleasure, his tongue running over your flesh. Setting his sweet lips on you, he gazes over your body, humming to himself, staring in amazement at how magnificent your body was. He missed you so much.

   "You are so beautiful." He murmured, and you respond with a whimper, merely watching as Sasuke left a trail of wet kisses up your body. His hand came behind your neck to pull your head up, the other groping your breasts, having pretty chocolate areolas and pierced buds. Kissing down your valley, he latched his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking delicately, letting go as he watched it pop back to your chest with a jiggle. 

   He pursed his lips, blinking at you, your chest heaving rapidly as you gulped, body shaking, legs beginning to quiver. He could tell how desperate you were to have him. The feeling was mutual. Fucking your mouth with his tongue, his thumb quickly rubs your pulsating clit under the water, moaning in your mouth as you kissed him back, lips unstoppable. Waves of pleasure flow through your body, your hips moving to grind above his cock, soft whines of frustration turning Sasuke on more than it should have. 

   "Sasuke, please." You pulled at his hair harder, Sasuke groaning. "I need you."

You didn't mean to sound overly needy, but you couldn't help it as your warm eyes brimmed with tears, Sasuke bringing his head up as your free hand gripped his bicep, apprehensive of your crying but he had a hint on why you were. Emotions washing over you from the time you’ve spent apart. You needed him to take the pain away. He witnessed you sniffle, pushing him back so he could gently collide with the edge of the tub and lifting yourself as your wet hands reached to take hold of his cock before shakily pressing his tip against your hole and pushing yourself down. A disgruntled sigh comes from Sasuke as he drops his mouth the same time you do, deliciously wet around him. Muscles clenching. 

   "Shit baby, sit on me." He wheezed, needing himself completely inside you. 

   You obliged to his command with a shudder, eyes gawping at him with desire, puffy lips in the form of an oval, and chest vehement as you sat down on him entirely. Crying at how painfully good he felt. Sasuke used his hands to grip your curvy hips, long fingers sprawled before he pulls you back up, the head of his cock scorching and kissing your hole before delicately slamming you back down, the water around you splashing. He pushed himself deep into your tight heat making you squeal and claw at his back in shock. Sasuke biting his lower lip and groaning quietly. Your body jolted upwards when he pulled out slowly and thrusts back in, screaming and smashing your lips to his for a rushed kiss, ghosting your lips over the each other’s, pausing when your lips barely touched and breathing one another’s air. Fire pooled low in both of your abdomens as their vision fades to black while you rock your hips.

   Both your movements were slow and shallow, making love and showing just how much you both missed being apart, drowning in each other's pleasure. One of his veiny hands reached around you to press onto your back again, bucking his hips up as your body jolts, having enough of the going slow shit and fucking you faster. Your skin slapped against his thighs as he grunted and listened to you whine, cursing under his breath at how good you felt around him. Eventually, his motion sped up, Sasuke moaning with his eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he gripped your flesh harder, greedily rutting his cock up into you, the sound of skin interacting bouncing off the walls. 

   "You feel so good," you gasped, his pace increasing by the second. "So, so good, baby."

   "I know, baby. Move with me." He told you, lifting you so you could hold yourself up with your hands on the edge of the bathtub. Your head hung low as you moved as told, Sasuke thrusting while you dipped your ass down, moaning his name in bliss. A shaky moan came from you once he wrapped your wavy pigtails around his fists and yanks it back, wanting to regain memory of the marks imprinted on your skin by his teeth, tongue, and lips. 

   "I'm gonna cum." You announced weakly.

   Sasuke didn't question how fast your orgasm approached you, only gritting his teeth and hissing before pulling your face straight to his and leaving his lips there, slicking his tongue in your mouth and letting it glide across erotically. Biting your bottom lip, tugging on it, and releasing as he slowed his hips. Growling. 

   Heart thrashing against his chest, he sighed out of his nose, leaning back on the cold metal of the tub and drops a hand to your ass while the other squeezed the flesh of your tits in his rough palm. You situate yourself on him and race to your orgasm, eyelids shut as she placed a hand on his chest. Humming sweetly before parting her lips to take his thumb in her mouth, Sasuke watching, mesmerized by your thick lips wrapping around him and sucking on his thumb, rocking on his cock. 

   "There you go, baby, let it go," Sasuke whispers quietly, voice raspy enough for you to hear.

   When your orgasm approached, you cried out in alarm, grabbing his free hand and holding it for support. Squeezing his hand tighter as it ripped through you like lightning. Breath ragged as your walls clenched around him. You shouted out into thin air, clutching the nape of his neck and riding out your shockwave. 

   "Mm, that’s my girl.” After letting you come down from your high, Sasuke locked a hand around your hot neck, fondling with your ass, pussy still clenching around him. "Can you take more? Can you take my cock?"

   You swallow, throat dry, the intensity in his pupils, voice tempting with euphoria causing the blood in your vessels to boil with ravenousness. "Yes, I can take you."

   "Fuck,” he hissed again, too addicted to the way you felt around him. "You're gonna make me cum, baby."

   "Cum for me, Sasuke."

   "Mm,” he grins at his name being breathlessly whimpered from your exquisite mouth. He only needed a few more pumps before he could come undone, laying his back on the tub once again and keeping your ass in his widespread hands, fucking you slow and deep. Your hands clutch onto his shoulders as you mewl, feeling that spark in his lower abdomen. 

   You lost your breath, foreheads touching. Sasuke’s eyes were droopy and as for yours, completely closed. Your mouth parted as you whimpered his name, your knees aching from straddling him for too long, digging your nails into his skin. 

   "Tell me how much you like it." He licked his bottom lip quickly.

   "So much," you nod, opening your eyes to stare in his, loving how dazed he looked. "Fuck—so much, baby."

   "Yeah? You wanna make me cum?" The gripping on your ass became harder, his cock pushing deeper within you if that was possible. He’s practically kissing your cervix.

   "Fuck yes," you nod vigorously. "I do."

   He moaned, eyes fixating on his dick moving in and out of you, bubbles dissolving but still making your skin appear angelic. You balance yourself on him by placing your hands on his hard chest, hair moving wildly around your face. 

   "Bounce faster." He rasped, listening to your noises melt sweetly as you fucked him as obliged. Sasuke felt his orgasm near, hand almost slapping your cheek as he aggressively cupped the sides of your face. You steady your hips, feeling your stomach coil again knowing your were going to cum again. All of this could’ve never been done alone. This is exactly why you needed him.

   "I love you, baby,” he whispered. 

   "Hmm?" You ask hazily, voice strained. Words weren’t registering with you right now.

   "I. Love. You,” Sasuke repeats slowly for you to comprehend, wanting your reply immediately before he came. The high of it all driving you over the edge, sighing in pleasure as he ran his tongue under your chin. "Miss you, baby. Love you so much.”

   Now you knew what he was saying, and it made you smile tiredly, nodding your head, feeling like it tossed around for hours. "I love you, miss you too.”

   Gasping with a shuddery whine, you came hard around him, clenching and tugging on him, driving him wild. It satisfied Sasuke, dragging out a throaty groan and releasing deep inside, the ball in his throat evident as he threw his head back in ecstasy. You hungrily gave him open-mouthed kisses to ease him, your head laying on his heaving chest, wincing as you raised your body to release him from inside, weakly falling and wrapping your arms around his stomach. He let go of the tub and let his arms fall beside him, taking a moment to calm himself down. He stared at you and saw your eyes were still closed, wetting his lips and grabbing your chin, your lashes disconnecting as they fluttered open to seek his attention. 

   "You okay?"

You hum with a goofy smile. “More than okay.”

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Hi chu i love ur scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader so much. can i request where sukuna spending time with baby fushiguro and her teaching sukuna how does things works like having phone, Thank you sm<33

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader teaches sukuna

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen

hello, nini <3 thank you so much for being patient and for requesting!! i've been a wreck from all the angst i've written recently, especially with those scarlet bb fushiguro posts that involved poor reader having to k-word geto and yuuji to save everyone 🫂

the king of curses might be an absolute menace, but not when it comes to you. the malevolent curse is reduced to a mere babysitter who cares for a child with god-like powers. sukuna eventually warmed up to you and had grown accustomed to you putting him in control of yuuji, and it was one of those days when gojo assigned yuuji to babysit you because your father had important business to attend to.

you and sukuna were currently in the kitchen. you were on the counter top, sipping some apple juice, while sukuna leaned right next to you, waiting for you to finish your drink when you demanded mac and cheese.

"mac and cheese? the hell is that?" the curse's face scrunched into a look of confusion.

"pasta, but with cheese. i want some right now." you explained to him, pointing at the food in the glass-paned cupboard that was in a microwaveable cup. "pleaaase."

"okay, fine." sukuna rolled his eyes at you before reaching for the cup of mac and cheese from the cupboard and handing it to you. "now, eat."

"it's not yet cooked though." you exclaimed, gently pushing back the cup to sukuna.

"so, you want me to cook it for you?" sukuna raised a brow at you.

"yeah!" you nodded, smiling.

however, the smile on your face instantly subsided into a petrified look when flames suddenly engulfed sukuna's other hand. oh my god, sukuna's gonna burn the house down! no, no, no—you immediately took back the cup of mac and cheese from him using your chaos magic.

"stop! not with fire!" you furrowed your brows at sukuna.

"eh? then, how am i supposed to cook that thing?" sukuna folded his arms, getting of the fire engulfing his other hand.

you explained briefly, "it's microwavable."

"microwaveable?" sukuna quipped, which you nodded your head.

"we just pop it in the microwave to cook it, but we have to open it and put some water first though." you explained to sukuna.

grumbling, sukuna followed your instructions; he opened the cup of uncooked mac and cheese, added some water, placed it in the weird metal box thingie, and pushed some buttons with your help to get your mac and cheese cooked. the two of you waited, and eventually, sukuna grabbed a juice box from the fridge and drank some with you until the microwave ticked and you couldn't believe what sukuna did.

sukuna immediately took hold of you, shielding you from the metal box thingie where he had just put your cup of mac and cheese in. did he seriously think it was gonna blow?

"what are you doing, kuna-nii?" you asked, blinking profusely.

sukuna furrowed his brows, "why does it sound like a bomb going off? is it gonna explode?"

"it's a microwave. it does that thing when it's done heating the food. it's not gonna explode!" you giggled at sukuna rather fondly, but mostly because of the way he protected you.

"tch, today's technology is really something. why did they have to make it sound like that? back in my days, we just use fire." sukuna scoffed, placing you back on the counter to open the microwave, get the mac and cheese, and hand it you.

"doesn't yuuji-nii have a microwave at his dorm?" you inquired, opening the cup to eat your mac and cheese after sukuna handed you a fork.

"no, that brat uses a kettle." sukuna said in response which you nodded your head. "one that whistles and lets out a steam when it's ready to get poured into raw noodles."

"oh, instant ramen is pretty good, but i like mac and cheese more." you commented, shoving some food in your mouth before offering some to sukuna. "here, you should try it!"

"fine, give me some." sukuna took a bite from your fork, "huh, not bad."

"let's take a picture! i'mma send it to daddy." sukuna watched you casually pull out a phone from your pocket.

"picture?" sukuna proceeded to watch you tap the hand held device before hoisting up with its camera in a front view for a selfie.

"smile at the camera!" you told him, before posing with an adorable peace sign. sukuna, on the other hand, smiled menacingly as if he was threatening someone while protectively draping an arm around your shoulders, but you thought of it as nothing as you snapped the picture.

after taking the picture, you proceeded to show it sukuna. "look, that's me and you."

"huh, so this device captures us." sukuna concluded, peering over the your photo with him, rubbing his chin with his index finger and thumb. "interesting."

"yeah! i can also use it to send our picture to daddy by messaging him the picture. it's really convenient!" you explained to him, showing the curse how you made use of the messages app to show gojo your picture together.

"what else can this piece of technology can do?" sukuna asked with genuine interest, ruby red eyes lighting up.

"it's called a phone. you can also use it to watch videos, play music and games, and send other messages." you skimmed through your phone, opening youtube to show him the music video of baby shark, which your all time favorite song that was accompanied by the dance you'd do.

"that's the song you always sing and dance too." sukuna pointed out the obvious.

you continued to teach and show sukuna your phone. to your surprise, you even got the curse king to play mobile games, and he was able to get the hang of it and win. sukuna was pretty boastful about it, but you paid no mind to that.

you ended up spending the rest of the day hanging out with the king of curses like that until itadori grew conscious and took control of his body again. it saddened you as you wanted to spend more time with sukuna. 

"eh? [name]? why am i holding your phone?" yuuji asked, evidently confused as had no memory of what sukuna was doing.

"um, playing games with me?" you managed a smile.

yuuji scratched the back of his head, "really? i was?"

before you could even answer yuuji, you were suddenly in the arms of the limitless sorcerer who teleported home as soon as he received and saw the pictures you sent of you hanging out with sukuna.

gojo had his blindfold off as he held you with one arm, the other reached out and ready to mix colors to protect you when he saw it was yuuji instead of the king of curses.

"daddy! you're home!" you cheered, oblivious at how gojo was protecting you right now.

"g-gojo-sensei?!" yuuji raised his hands up in the air defensively.

"itadori? ah, crap. sorry." gojo sighed in relief, lowering his outstretched arm and retrieving it back to his side.

"w-what's going on?" yuuji asked, slowly lowering his hands.

"kikufuku just sent me a picture of what she was doing with sukuna. just look." gojo pulled out his phone, showing his student his phone, particularly the message you sent where sukuna was smiling menacingly at the camera.

"shit, so that's why i don't remember anything. you're not hurt are you, [name]-chan?" itadori asked with genuine concern for you.

"no! sukuna made me mac and cheese, and then we watched and played games on my phone." you explained, smiling.

"the sukuna.. made you mac and cheese?" both gojo and yuuji uttered in disbelief and in unison.

"mhm! he took a bite of it too. he said it wasn't bad." you said in addition. "sukuna liked apple juice too."

gojo and itadori glanced at each other. at that point, they were convinced you were that powerful. you didn't even need to use your chaos magic to make the king of curses submit to you. sukuna himself had fallen for you, platonically, of course.

a smile eventually cursed on gojo's lips before he laughed. "oi, sukuna. i didn't think you'd be a softie for my kid."

the three of you watched a mouth form on yuuji's cheek. "i am not. shut it, dumb sorcerer! i'll kill you!"

"yeah, yeah. i'd like to see you try." gojo shook his head, chuckling softly.

bonus scene:

"kikufuku, that's enough screen time for today! hand me your phone."

gojo hollered, kneeling down to your height and reaching his hand out. despite the fact that you were given a phone at a very young age, gojo disciplined you on its use, particularly when it came to watching videos and playing games.

he doesn't leave you with it that much. gojo only leaves your phone with you for a longer period of time in instances when he's not around and needs to communicate with you.

"okay! here ya' go!" you chimed, running up to him and handing him your phone.

gojo ruffled your hair, smiling at you. "that's my little kikufuku."

however, the smile on his face didn't last when he unlocked your phone and saw how the wallpaper of him and you had gotten replaced by the picture you had with sukuna, the same picture where you were posing adorably and sukuna was menacingly smiling. you watched the colors drained from his face with an oblivious look.

"are you okay, daddy?" you quipped, tipping your head at the side.

"why is your wallpaper sukuna and not me? of all the pictures, kikufuku!" gojo exclaimed, showing you the wallpaper of your phone.

"but, i like his smile here!" you reasoned.

"what?"

"what?"

did the meme :D

bunny bimbo.

━━━━━━━━ uzui tengen.

⤷ fem!reader, bimbo reader, pet name usage <bunny, baby>, finger sucking, hair pulling, size kink, dilf!tengen, tengen is in his thirties while reader is twenty, outside sex, truck sex, rough play, voyeur, breeding, black coded, filming w/o consent, camgirl!reader.

⤷ mocha’s note; saw someone with this truck the other day and couldn’t get it out my head. i love men who drive nice ass vehicles. wanna be fucked in a pickup truck. *pouts*

“hi, mister! i was wondering if you’d let me wash your car for my college’s charity event.”

to be honest, tengen wasn’t oblivious to your clear intentions. you came knocking on his pristine white door with a cheery smile on your doll face as you swayed side to side in your revealing attire. he’s well aware it’s nearly seventy degrees out, but for you to be wearing high waisted black spandex that had the bottom of your ass hanging out, along with a tight strapped hot pink top that sat just at your ribs was kind of overdoing it. holding your bucket with a yellow sponge inside, bouncing on your tip toes in your black and white converses when you see how attractive the man is, thinking you definitely scored.

the twinkle in his eyes when he looked you up and down confirmed he had the same thoughts. he’s only in a robe, angelic silver hair cascading down his face. to be blunt, you interrupted a jack-off session he was having, the man smiling through the painfully hard erection he had, hoping it’s not too evident. there’s surely a bulge there. your nipples are perk, of course, not shielded by a bra. skin alluring and glistening under the sunlight. his multicolored painted fingernails clutching the door he holds open for you to come inside, glancing around his neighborhood to see if anyone was being nosey. this for sure looked like a skit from a porno. he’s wondering if the universe sent him a blessing or just teasing?

“so what’s the charity for?”

“ensuring the safety of teens and young adults when it comes to unprotected sex. basically pays for condoms, lube—”

tengen is barely listening as you further explain your agenda, mind drifting elsewhere, focused on the pillows of your strawberry glossed lips, knowing they taste sweet. you do this thing where you curve your lips to the side when you’re thinking so the dot in your cheek sinks in, creasing a dimple. your makeup is done but not too much considering the weather. falsies and fake freckles. big eyes fascinated by such a gorgeous, gorgeous man. almost too perfect. you wonder if he’s a model. he lives in a nice, big house in the suburbs. finances must be in tact.

“—plus it’s summer and cars should look good to pull some women, right? you look like you own a beauty.”

“a beauty for sure,” tengen rasps, his features growing dark and lustful. it’s dripping off his tongue like honey.

“can i see?” you bite your lips, your forearms hugging the side of your tits closer to make them even more appealing. the man pokes his cheek with his long fingers, feeling silly, your charm working.

tengen doesn’t know why this thought comes up, but when he’s leading you to the backyard with a high fence, grill, and umbrella table—and you’re beside him, dainty, soft, small compared to his figure—she looks really familiar is what he thinks, lingering on it. the 6’6 man grabs his keys hanging by the door to unlock the obsidian 2020 chevrolet silverado truck with red tow hooks, grinning as you swoon for the vehicle, cute gasps and squeals as you skip towards the truck to pull open the doors, obsessed with the interior. leather seats warm and rich. you’re bent over as you peak your head inside, tengen no better than any other man as he cocks his head to the side to get a better look at your ass. he practically chokes on his spit when he notices how fat your pussy is, eating up the material so depravedly it has him gulping and shifting where he stood.

“jesus, fuck,” his hands are clammy now. even if you were truly being innocent, he had to hold back. you were too young for him. too supple. too—innocent? the velvety softness of his tongue is salivating for you, wanting to drown in your cunt and drink it like water. you smell good, too. when you brushed past him he caught a whiff; like marshmallows and honeysuckle.

“she’s so fucking sexy,” you praise, caressing your hands over the seats, looking over your shoulder with a wicked upturn of your lips. tengen feels it now. and he’s ready to say fuck it. you weren’t here just for a car wash. it’s like pen on paper. “what’s her name?”

“veronica.”

you giggle. “can i ride her one day?”

a brow of his arches at your question, the batting of your lashes turning him aberrant. he’s really not liking who he’s becoming right now. losing self-control, respect for himself, respect for you. he doesn’t give a shit about a charity right now. all he knows is that he wants to use you, needs to fuck you, make you his girl. “you expect that i’ll let you come back?”

“i know you will,” now you’re standing inches apart now, rattling your bucket to knock him out of his daydreams. “hose? where?”

the stern clench in his jaw makes your clit jump, tengen opening his garage door to give you access to all his car necessities. he excused himself, taking a breather and battling with his desires as he curses his dick out when he’s slipping on basketball shorts and a white tank. tengen catches himself when he’s peering out his bedroom window to see you arching over his truck, shorts snug and shirt damp with water as you ring out the soapy sponge in your hands, giggling to yourself and tucking those plush lips when you get yourself a little too wet. your head knocks up and catches his gaze on you, biting your lips and winking.

fuck the wash. fuck the charity. fuck his morals.

to his unknown, your phone is perched up against the inside of his truck, snug in a corner between the seat and the door, peaking inside with your ass high and swaying, waiting for him to come back down. you got him. ‘course you did. not to toot your own horn or anything, but you’re very irresistible. your millions of subscribers on girlybimbos.net could vouch for you. you’re live streaming now, your lilac acrylic between your teeth as you twiddle your fingers gently to greet your money makers. slipping a tit out for a little tease.

“my neighbors coming back,” you giggle sweetly, the sound like heaven to the men who worship you, to the women who want to be you, or be with you. comment after comment. tip after tip. it makes you feel so happy. they get greedier, jealous even when they notice a pair of big hands snatching your ass back to mold against a rock hard cock, damp with precum and jumping with covetous need. you smile into your shoulder as you look back at him, his face reading everything his dick was telling you.

“this okay?” the man strains, avidly tugging at the band of your shorts, spotting a cute tramp stamp tat on your love handle, ‘brat’ is what it says, drawn inside of a pink heart.

“what do you think?” tengen groans as you shift your ass back, resting your cheek on your shoulder as you continue to rock back and forth, dipping your hips to create a photographic memory in his mind. you’re grateful for the step bar that’s on the side of the truck considering how much taller he is, your ass sitting at just the right angle for him to slide his dick inside. but before he does any of that, he’s molding the flesh of your ass in his hands, soft like dough as he sloppily mouths at your cheeks while spreading them apart.

your fists ball as you whimper from his scorching touch, feeling the vibration through his kisses. your shorts are to your knees now, back arched as you suck on your lips and scrunch up your face when he’s pulling your black thong to the side to catch your sluice clit with his tongue, gasping as he swats at your ass each time he licks your pussy, devours your essence and ruts his tongue on that cute little pearl as you grind back on his face with frenzy. he doesn’t lay on it longer, too fucking hard to be playing tease right now. tengen’s giving the back of your thighs open mouthed french kisses, your head all fuzzy. it’s a lucid drug.

“fuck, that’s somethin’ else,” he’s hissing, tongue quickly swirling over his bottom lip before his brows are connecting and he’s got his heavy cock in his rough palm now. it’s tempting. if he’s laying on his back it’ll rest on his tummy just at his belly button. protruding veins on either side leading up to his fat head, mushroom shaped and a pastel pink tone to it. width about the same as a graph ruler. perfection at its finest. that wet pat pat! at the entrance of your cunt he taps with the heavy head of his cock makes you squeal, the noise so cute. fuck—you’re too cute. he’s gotta make you his.

“use me, please,” your head is tilting side to side as if you’re drunk, feeling the warm air hit your pussy, soaked and convulsing for him. abandoned. craving to be sheltered. catered to. full. “fuck me, please, pl—”

“quiet,” quiet? that’s nearly foreign for you once he’s pushing his fat cockhead into your taut, little pussy, chipping his lip with his teeth as he takes his time to sink into you, observing how your pussy grips his cock and pulls him in, releasing control so easily.

“that’s really—shit, fuck—that’s—” swat! he smacks your ass again and follows it with a gentle thrust and a nasty fucking moan. your toes curl and your grip on the leather seats become harsher, trying to accommodate his barbaric size. “tight little thing.”

you mewl from his praise, breath hitching. it’s too much to take all at once. so, you crawl forward to give yourself a minute. “you’re so—fuckin’ big, mmph!”

he doesn’t allow that, kissing his teeth and tutting a gruff ‘unh uh, come back’, bending so his head pokes inside the black ice scented vehicle, pulling you back by your hair until you’re scooting your ass back out the frame of the door, tengen standing straight again. he works his way in, not a total asshole about it. rolling his waist to knock into you, making it easier. proud to see you finally taking it like the good girl he knows you can be. he has faith in you. it’s a fucking prize when his sharp abdomen’s kissing the globes of your ass, your soppy pussy coating his skin.

you shouldn’t cry, you shouldn’t be fucking crying at all, but the way he pistons his hips and fucks you hard, skin clapping roughly and subtle fingers scratching at the dip of his flexing ass—you can’t help it. feels so good. it’s making you dumb, melting under his vehement gropes and brutal pounds. one of tengen’s hands slaps on the hood of his truck, keeping the other wrapped around your hair in a fist and raising his leg to stay on the step bar, grunting, cussing like a sailor, throat drying. there’s no fucking way you should be this fucking addictive. he swears he’s losing his mind even more, your whimpers and squeaks like music to his ears. the visible stretch your pussy showcases as he glanced for another take.

the man is adamant, that’s for sure. tastes rarely changing when it came to his women, and how he liked to fuck them. his flamboyancy is what drew you in. so impeccably godly. you’re immobile when his buff body enters the vehicle, pinning his weight entirely on your back, heaving on your cheek. tengen’s got his long fingers in your mouth now, telling you to ‘gag on these’ while he’s rutting his cock in you like a ferocious animal. he’s suffocating you, but you fucking love it. love being trapped beneath him. love hearing his moans clearier in your ear as your eyes cross and you fall out, into space.

“m’fuckin’ cummin’, baby,” air catches in his throat, sitting up some to loom over your body. “can i cum in this pussy? yeah? fill you up real good?”

“want your cum,” you’re blabbering, clapping your ass up to meet each scabrous thrust, flesh bouncing like jelly, choking on your spit when his hot hand clasps onto the back of your neck and keeps you down, fucking his cock like you’re his toy. a special toy he’s been waiting for.

“shit—you’re so cute,” he grumbles, eyes squeezing tight, managing to chuckle through his endless streams of moans. “bouncing like a bunny. so needy. i make you that way?”

you can’t form a word, slobbering over his fingers and focused on only one thing, your high. tengen pulls his fingers out and grabs your chin, smearing your own spit as he pinches your cheeks, your eyes fighting to stay open. “unh? i make you that way, baby? so fuckin’ cock drunk you start fucking yourself on it? am i your toy?”

“y-yeah. yesss, fuck—” tears are leaking down your face, the pleasure so intensely overwhelming, his raspy voice in your ear coaxing you further.

he ups his chin. “you using me? for what, hmm? been wanting to cum real good? boys your age not treating your pussy right?”

it’s like he’s being cruel, edging himself on purpose until you’re at your peak with him, arms bulging as he balls his fists and plants it flat on the seats, lifting like he’s doing push ups and snapping his hips viciously. you scream, hiccuping stupidly as your legs separate and you’re spasming, slapping at the back of the drivers seat and shoving your face into the seats before you, your phone falling into a compartment on the side door, your fans only hearing the squeaky hot leather, sticky skin clashing, and both of your moans conjoining.

“answer me. don’t act shy now ‘cause your cunts full,” he seethes, brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead. a damn mess. the straps to your shirt slipping off, tits bouncing and falling out years ago. tongue stuck out as you pant like a dog and your eyes turn white like pinballs.

“they can’t fuck me like you do! c-can’t—ah!—can’t handle me like you. they’re too fucking stupid. never care about what i want. i-i need an older man who knows how to fuck me.”

he’s getting off on your cries, bawling his face up when that pit of fire encases his stomach. seconds away from painting your gummy walls with his cum. fuck, he’s so glad you came to his door today. never would’ve imagined he’d have such a mesmeric thing like you pinned under him right now. it’s a good thing you knocked when you did. his hand wasn’t enough, a mundane act he was sick of partaking.

“don’t worry, baby. i can fuck you like you want for as long as you need,” now his nose is flush against your cheek, chest on your back for the last time, grounding his dick and blocking your airflow with his wide hand that chokes you. you’re shaking like a leaf, barely able to breathe. “want you to cum on your toy. take his load for him, okay?”

that’s so new for you, being the first one to cum. it’s sad, truly. but no worries now. you finally found someone who’d care about pleasing a woman. who gets off on it. there was nothing greater than sexually satisfying a woman. it’s like fucking narcotics. those symphonies of yours crack as you come down hard, and the same time he sees you quietly orgasming while consistently clenching your cunt, his pulsating cocks shooting thick ropes of white in fast spurts. tengen’s jaw is agape, gasping and whimpering as he slides in and out of you with passion, relieved. days of sexual frustration gone out the window. he’s so weak on top of you, honestly would take a nap if he could.

your giggles wake him up, tengen rolling to his side so his back touches the seats, your hands covering your mouth, dazed. he kisses your forehead, leading his lips to yours for a sloppy kiss, tying tongues and smacking lips.

“i’m leaking,” you scoff a laugh, tengen looking down to see you raising your knees to your chest. “gonna clean me up or let me ruin your seats?”

he rolls his eyes playfully. “already ruined them. wet ass pussy.”

you squeal when he gives your pussy a slap, pushing his long silver hair away from his face and fixing himself up before leaving to get a clean, warm rag for you. while he’s distracted, you hastily search for your phone, finding it and flipping it around to see your stream still playing, the comments in uproar. some angry they couldn’t see the finale, some horny as fucking hell after hearing what happened, others happy to see your darling face again.

“bye guys. chat later. i’m so sore,” you pout, angling the camera to your cunt really fast to show them, teasing like you always do. you blow them a kiss before ending the live, looking over your phone to see him coming back to you. you spread your thighs which, by the way, still spasm. he chuckles at your body’s reaction, cleaning you up before kissing your inner thighs.

“can i still clean your truck?” you ask.

“um, you were serious?”

“duh. my schools counting on me, you know.”

“awesome,” he remarks, laughing after you roll your eyes and gather your shorts. tengen let’s you finish your job, making some homemade lemonade and baking a digiorno pizza to help restore both your energies. even though he just fucked you like a whore, he talked to you, caressed your face, and kissed you like you were the softest, most precious thing to him. it was nice.

once the sun set, and his truck was sparkly clean, you were standing in your original position on his front porch, leaving him. you still didn’t know each other’s names, not even bothering to ask, just staying in the moment.

“hey,” he grabs your wrist to catch you, looking back at him with curiosity. “what’s your name?”

you grin. “bb.”

bb? that also sounded familiar. now that he ponders on it, so does your voice, and your face, and that damn tattoo on your ass. tengen watches you skip away happily, humming a song and that’s when it hits him. he’s digging into his basketball shorts pocket to grab his phone, finding his bookmarks and scrolling for one in particular. pulling up an adult website where the name bunny bimbo flashes. a profile decorated in glitter, clouds, and all things pink. a small bio popping up with 69 videos, a new one recently uploaded. no title.

bunny bimbo. live ended 1 hour and 17 minutes ago. stunned to see the capture of his platinum hair and rainbow nails desperately grabbing your skin as the thumbnail. he snickers, awestruck by you.

anything for charity, right?

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tonight m thinking abt mitsuya n his raging breeding kink

mitsuya’s always been a family man, you’ve known that since day one— he’d constantly tell you about his fuzzy lil dream of you two together with 3 mini mitsuyas running around, two sons and one daughter. and it was cute ... cute how his eyes would light up— all big n bright as he droned on and on about this desire of his. cute how he’d rub little circles on your tummy while whispering so smoothly into your ears, kisses connecting to the lobes of them.

but in bed .. god in bed, he’s an animal. pumping your abused little cunt full of his cum over and over till you physically can’t handle anymore. till you’re leaking, drooling his seed all over.

“drain me, baby, know you can do it. know this pretty little pussy can take it” he huffs, thumb on your puffy clit, “you can take it can’t you? hm?” eyes locked on where you’re swallowing him whole so messily, his words slurred— drunk of your addictive heat. when he gets like .. this, he always talks to your pussy. encouraging it— “be good for me, give me what i want, mama”

and once he’s done, once he’s finally empty and wrung dry, he shoves his fingers up your cunt.

feeling the warmth of his cum in your pussy he smiles n looks at you, cheeks flushed a pale pink, sweat running down the sides of his head, hair all messy— disheveled.

and he sighs, with a slight giggle.

“i gave you all of me, baby”

toji fucks you like this. and even with all of the gasping and whining, you still squeeze him like your life depends on it, needy and determined to feel the pressure of his cock filling you up always.

he’ll press a kiss to your temple, one so soft that it directly contradicts the power behind his strokes as he murmurs “Look at my pretty fucking girl, taking it like a champ.”