Diary of a plural T-Boy

To all my people out there, who loved Yuta ever since JJK 0 and stood tall despite his slander.

You'd spent all night at the restaurant teasing john, wearing the tight clothes he bought for you, flashing that pretty white lace snug around your hips when no one was looking. Price really did try to pay attention to his men, but all he could think about was bend you over the table and having his way.

Now he's here, caging you against the bed with two hairy forearms, alcohol on the lips that kiss over your skin "Bloody hell, kid, yer trying to kill me, huh?"

His body weight bears down on you, thick and solid. You squirm in anticipation, shifting your legs to feel the thick hard line of your john–

Huh....that's different. You tap his bicep, brows furrowed "dad? Uh....john?"

Price freezes, realization dawning. He clenches his jaw, unsure what to do. Masculine pride and humiliation making him huff in frustration, one hand reaches down to pull himself from his trousers "give me a second, love, I just– I gotta–"

But no matter how much john works his soft dick over, it doesn't harden. Flaccid in calloused palms. Watching your sweet john try desperately to fix it has you burning hot all over. Face red, he looks back at your "....I...I don't...."

"Hm? What's wrong, dad?" You prompt, far too excited with the situation, aching between your legs "do you need help?"

Before he can respond, you're pushing john over, flipping positions. He lands with a soft grunt right as you straddle him, white lace panties still on, and settle right on top of his soft dick. Trapping it between your clothed folds and his lower belly.

"....fucking christ, kid, seriously?" He groans, not at all stopping the hesitant grind of your hips "can't let yer old man rest, hm? That needy for dad?"

God, it feels amazing. John's cock fits so snugly against you, and when you brace your hands on his hairy chest you can rub your clit against his glands. "Ahhh– dad– you feel good–! Is it okay? Does it feel good?"

"Holy shit– yeah– fuckin' come here–" a large hand grips the back of your neck, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. You love kissing john, he's always so controlling about it, and you can taste the whiskey he likes on his teeth, smell his natural musk under the aftershave.

You cum embarrassingly fast, mind melting at the simple act of using price's soft dick. Still, you don't stop, not when he holds your hips and begins to rut against you properly with a mild "hold still, kid, I need this."

The sight of his pearly cum painting his soft tummy, tip barely peeking out from under your cunt is the hottest thing you've ever seen.

like one time I saw a vid of some dudes who tricked some guys into thinking they were going to meet up with minors, instead they forced the two dudes to fight on camera. it's voyeurism, it's not about protecting children it's about the good feeling YOU, the viewer, get inside when you watch this happen.

or like I was arguing with some people about CSA being punishable by death. i don't care if child abusers die, let me say that. wouldn't care if they all killed themselves to a person. but there is a REASON child advocacy organizations will tell you that executing convicted pedophiles is a bad idea, and that's because it will lead to more children being killed to hide the crimes of the abuser.

Wow!! I sure do fucking hate it here!!

Anyways if you EVER think it's okay to use MY WORK as "inspiration" for a chat bot, FUCK OFFFF.