#5.2.24

Maybe it was wrong to think about him while your new boyfriend chased his high, fake moans of pleasure left your mouth as you pulled him close. Wrapping your arms around his neck to obscure his face from view, your mind on him… Thinking how he’d touch you in every place he knew you liked, his thick fingers causing pleasure to run through your body.. curling them perfectly to your g spot, rubbing your sensitive clit with expertise that made your legs shake with every climax he generously gave. Missing the feeling of running your hands down his built chest when you pressed your lips to his own, he’d always taste of cigarettes and whiskey.. you used to hate it, sticking your tongue out after every kiss, you’d do anything to taste him again. Completely lost in your thoughts until-

“Did you cum babe?” your boyfriend’s voice pulls you back to reality, pulling out of you and tossing the used condom away to the trash can near the bed. “Huh? Oh yea.. I did, you felt so good..” sending him a fake smile and kissing his cheek, lying straight through your teeth—it wouldn’t matter anyway, he’s always none the wiser. You make an excuse about going to take a smoke outside, watching the man in your bed drift off to sleep. He wasn’t a bad boyfriend, nice and respectful, a romantic when you first met him. Not soon after the sparks fizzled out, he’s kind..good to you.. but he wasn’t him. You should feel bad for slipping on a sweater and dialing his number, nibbling at your bottom lip n waiting for it to ring but all the guilt dissolves away after he picks up.

"What'ya think yer doing calling me this late?" Kishibes raspy voice calls out from the other line, you let out a sigh of relief at the sound of him. "Can.. Can I come over..?" asking him hesitantly you close the front door behind you, already heading over before his answer. "That new boyfriend isn't doin' it for you hm?" he's right like always, even for how condescending he is. "Just unlock your door when i'm there asshole." he grunts at your annoyed tone, agreeing to your demand.

You should feel guilty about your actions, coming over to your exes place and begging him to please you, touch you, like he always did. Eagerly pressing your lips to his, tasting that comforting mix of whiskey and cigarettes. Hands roaming on your hips, pushing you on the sheets n stripping you down. Purposely biting n leaving marks over your neck and you let him, letting him strip you bare for him to see. “No boxers? You’re real needy aren’t ya?” Kishibe chuckles dryly as he slips his first few fingers into your pussy, wetting them with your slick. Already starting at a rough pace that makes you writhe in pleasure underneath him, small gasps escaping your lips when another finger stretches you out further. “He doesn’t know your body like I do..” he muttered, fastening the pace of his fingers— “Does he make you feel like this darlin?”

Your hands cover over your mouth to hold in your whines, quickly shaking your head no, “h-hah~ not as—fuck good as you!” A crooked smile pulls at his lips, you’re so easy to please. He wouldn’t admit how much he adores you even after you ended it with him.

Pulling his out your wetness and licking your arousal from his fingers, unbuckling his leather belt and pushing his pants down enough for his girth to hit against his abdomen. Lacing himself up against your sex n coating his shaft with your wetness, the head getting caught on the hood of your clit, which made you shiver in desire. “Atta boy..” reassuring you at the burning stretch, grunting at the feeling of your walls squeezing him in. He brushes the hair out your face n finally bottoms out inside, completely wrapped around your slick warmth.

His pace is overwhelming, fucking into your sopping cunt relentlessly. The drag of his veiny cock along your walls earns squeals of his name, dizzying bliss bringing tears to your eyes. Turning your over to your stomach n shoving your face in a pillow, your eyes rolling back as his hips rut against your ass. Drooling cunt leaving a thick white ring over the base of his shaft, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise the skin below it. He’s not one to ignore your pleasure when you’re being so good, so pliant for him, but he hasn’t felt you in months. Still so tight from your shitty boyfriend not pleasing you like he could, bringing his hand to roll your bundle of nerves with his rough fingertips, bringing you close to finishing before he pulls away. Utterly ruining your orgasm, he’d laugh if he wasn’t letting out breathy sighs of pleasure at your pussy.

Kishibe’s perfectly curved cock hit your cervix causing you to choke out a sob, clutching the sheets in your fists. The sensation deliciously overwhelming, moving away from his harsh thrusts for a breath of air. Even at his age his eyes are still sharp enough to see you moving away from him, scoffing n knitting his fingers in your hair to pull you back, his pelvis hitting against the soft flesh of your ass earning another loud groan from you. “Running away? Take it like yer s’posed to..” pulling your hair back to allow him better access to your neck, sinking his teeth into your unmarked skin. “Weren’t you just begging for me to fuck you?” he scoffs in amusement and smiles, pushing you back down to the pillows. Pressure builds up in your tummy, biting your lip harshly as you feel the knot of climax burst. “F-Fuck m’gonna c-cum! K-Kishibe~!” Your cunt tightening as your gummy walls spasm around him, moaning his name when you finally cum on his cock.

Your fluid dribbling down his balls and dampening his pubes, trying to catch your breath. Of course he doesn’t give you the grace of a break, starting his thrusts all over again chasing his own high. Biting your bottom lip in overstimulation, he becomes sloppy, the movement of his hips unmatched n messy—obvious that he’s about to finish. It of course doesn’t take long with you squeezing him so tightly, with a grunt he pushes in as deep as the head will reach, releasing his rich cum inside. Claiming you as his once again when he fills your greedy hole with seed, watching the thick substance ooze out while he pulls away. Scooping the excess that spills and pushing it back in, making sure it’ll stay, right where its supposed to be.

Maybe you should feel bad, nuzzling up to him in bed after he helped you clean up. Taking in his comforting scent when leaning your head on his chest, your hands trailing up and down his torso— not minding the hairs under your fingers. Kishibe wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer, leaving a small kiss to your forehead. Blowing away the smoke from his cigarette, “Gonna tell yer boyfriend..?” he asks with a small smile, you sigh and look up at him humming to yourself. “In the morning..” yawning you shut your eyes and relax next to him, right where you belong.

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