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You regretted sleeping with Kenpachi the minute you started feeling his spirit pressure around at practically all times, the day after the deed. 

Every time you walked to the fourth division, you could feel it everywhere. Whenever you went back to the barracks, there he was, somewhere in the roofs of the buildings. Even when you were alone in your room, you could practically smell him; he had been there at some point while you were gone. 

Kenpachi was known for being insane in a different way than this, so you couldn't lie to yourself and say it didn’t turn you on to see him being so obsessed with you. As creepy and insane as it was, you still found it somehow flattering. 

But it was getting ridiculous. 

You had just ordered a drink at a bar, and the guy handing you the glass had talked to you for not even a minute before you felt Kenpachi’s looming presence behind you. 

“You have got to be kidding me.” You growled, turning to see him behind you as the man scurried out. As did most of the people in your surrounding. “What do you think you’re doing here?”

“Who was that?” Kenpachi asked in an intimidating tone, but you paid it no mind.

“Just some guy, serving me a drink! And what is it to you?”

“What is it to me?” He growled.

You ignored him, downing your sake in one gulp before walking past Kenpachi and out the bar. Your short legs weren’t a match to his long ones, and he had grabbed your arm as soon as the cool air hit your face. 

“Let go!” You tried to yank your arm free, but he remained unfazed. 

“No.”

“What do you even want?”

Kenpachi looked at you with the deepest frown. Like he couldn’t believe you were even asking him that. 

“Why did you disappear the next morning?”

“What?”

“Why did you disappear the next morning?” He repeated with a louder voice. His stare was threatening, but you knew better than being scared of it. 

“Because I had to go.” You replied flatly. “It was just a one night thing.”

You were fully aware of what kind of beast you were toying with, even more so when you noticed the muscles in Kenpachi’s jaw tense. 

It amused you to no end that he actually wanted something more than a casual affair. You hadn’t pegged him as that kind of man, quite the contrary. He gave the impression of being completely aloof and carefree, not looking for any deep connection, let alone being obsessed enough with one person to keep them by his side.

You were obviously wrong. 

With a smirk on his lips and an alluring gleam in his eyes, he replied:

“You are mine every night from now on.”

You could only keep up the banter for a while, huffing and complaining about how he didn’t own you, and that you were your own person. You were, but you submitted yourself willingly to him when he tugged at your arm to drag you to a dark alley. And you didn’t put up a fight. 

Your body shivered uncontrollably, hips jerking forward on their own accord. It was difficult to stand up and not succumb to the immense pleasure you were experiencing; if it wasn’t for Kenpachi’s hands on your thighs, you would have fallen down already. 

You moaned loudly, supporting yourself with hands against the wall, as Kenpachi devoured you from behind, your pants and panties discarded at your feet. His face, buried in the curve of your ass and between your legs, never left you, delving in your entrance, as if he had been craving your taste for years. As if he hadn’t just tasted you a few nights ago. His hands were burning your skin, digging his fingers where your ass and thigh met to keep you as still and open for him as he could. 

You had objected to this affair for a number of reasons, but you had forgotten what they were then. He was just too good. That a man as big and proud as Kenpachi was kneeling behind you, eating you out from behind, was a thrill on its own; but his tongue and mouth were marvelous, exploring every inch of you, making your veins pulse with pleasure. 

He slurped and hummed, kneading your flesh every time his tongue pressed inside you just right, making you press back against his mouth. You panted heavily as he lapped at your clit next, coaxing you closer to the edge of an amazing orgasm. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come…” You warned him, reaching behind to thread your fingers in his hair. 

Kenpachi growled, animalistic and raw, as he kept swirling his tongue against your pussy, not leaving any bit of skin untouched. 

Your legs shivered when you came a few moments later, seeing white behind your lids as a long, dragged out moan left your lips. His firm grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you in place as he coaxed out more and more of your release. 

When you yanked at his hair, wordlessly commanding him to stop, Kenpachi pulled back. He only gave you a second to respire, standing up and positioning himself behind you. You didn’t even register what he was doing until he pulled down his hakama enough to free his cock, and his big hands on your hips made you gasp when he brought you closer, making you stand on your tiptoes to align your pussy with his dick. 

Kenpachi didn’t waste any second in sliding his erection inside you. You let out a choked out moan, thigh shuddering as you struggled to accommodate his size, but you could barely do anything, your toes hardly reached the floor. 

You were small, vulnerable, when he started to thrust against your pussy. You tried to keep your balance with your hands against the wall, but every jerk of his hips made you totter, and his cock grazing the deepest part inside you left you speechless. You were going to be sore the next day; just like you had been after the first time you laid with him. He was simply too big, thick, making it a tight fit for him each time he glided inside you.

Grunting and groaning against your neck, Kenpachi hovered over your body, covering you completely with it. He wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you close to his body, his other hand sneaking under your clothes to grope your breast. You whimper in overwhelming delight when he pinched your nipple just as the tip of his cock pressed against a sensitive spot inside you. 

“Look at you, you can’t even talk.” He mocked you, roughly squeezing your tit. “No one else would make you feel this way.”

You wished you had it in you to contradict him, but it would have been in vain. You were moaning, mewling and whining as if you were being tortured, but it was all due to his touch, his hands on your body, his lips against your neck, and his cock relentlessly sliding in and out of your pussy.

“You’re mine.” Kenpachi said against your ear, voice spilling lust, giving you goosebumps. “ You belong to me, don’t forget it.”

No matter how much Goku and Vegeta get you ready, it was always overwhelming when they pressed their cocks inside you. Even then, after Goku had taken his time prepping you, teasing, kissing and licking, getting you much more aroused than you could ever think of, it was still a challenge to accept. 

Overwhelming, difficult, but still mind blowing. 

When you laid with your back against his chest, you huffed impatiently as he peppered kissed on your shoulder.

“Hurry!” You demanded the man underneath you. 

“Okay, okay!” Goku chuckled, caressing your sides. 

Reaching for his thick cock, he grabbed and pressed the tip against your asshole. You tried to relax, breathing in and out as he pushed inside. It was difficult to stay still when you felt him stretch your muscles, but he knew you and your rhythm, slowly sliding out before pushing back in repeatedly until he seated fully inside you. 

Vegeta’s burning eyes were making you feel all the more exposed, and you felt slick dripping from your pussy, all the way down to Goku’s cock and balls. You squeezed your eyes shut and shuddered in surprise when Vegeta’s hand (you would know his touch in the darkest room imaginable) trailed up your thigh. You clenched around Goku’s cock when Vegeta’s hand reached your pussy, pressing his fingers to your clit. 

“Ugh, Vegeta,” Goku complained against your neck, digging his fingers into your hips. “Hurry up!”

“Quit your whining.” Vegeta tutted as he positioned himself closer. 

Gripping your thighs, keeping them spread open, he pressed his cock against your entrance as you watched through lust-filled eyes. 

It was like being split open, completely full on both ends by both of your men’s cocks. Your muscles flexed in response when Vegeta slid his cock in; you were already filled by Goku, it was natural for your body to react like that. You were still just human, and you felt feeble, vulnerable every time you were between them. 

Vegeta grunted as if he was in pain, holding tightly onto your thighs, surely leaving marks, as he always did. Goku cursed very quietly against your hair, hips jerking up ever so slightly, making you gasp. 

“Can we move now?” He asked. You love how desperate Goku got almost every time you fucked. 

You looked up at Vegeta, scanning his naked figure, noticing every dip and defined muscles, like you have done a thousand times before. He was frowning deeper than usual, keeping his gaze fixed on your pussy. You weren’t entirely sure if you were ready for them to move, but you love seeing them submerged in ecstasis. 

“Yes.” 

Goku was the first to start thrusting, instantly. He did it slowly, gliding in and out of your asshole. You knew he was trying to be gentle and careful with you, especially at the beginning; he was grabbing your flesh as if his life depended on it, huffing and groaning loudly against your ear with each jerk of his hips. 

It was difficult to match the rhythm at first; Vegeta was careful in his own way, but he still got lost in the wet warmth of your pussy, slowly pulling out before snapping his hips against you. 

You moaned uncontrollably, closing your eyes and letting them do as they pleased. You were just so full, completely filled to the brim. With each thrust, they grazed a different sensitive spot inside you that made stars dance behind your lids. Once their pace matched, you couldn’t control yourself, getting quickly lost in sweet delight. 

Holding firmly onto your legs, Vegeta got impatient quicker than Goku did, roughly snapping his hips against yours as he grunted, spilling curses every time your walls contracted around his cock. 

“You feel so good…” Goku groaned into your ear, planting an open mouth kiss on your neck. 

A whimper was your response, breaking into a shaky moan when Goku reached for your clit, stroking it with purpose. Vegeta huffed, slapping Goku’s hand away and pressing his thumb against your sensitive bud instead. 

“Vegeta!” Goku whined. You didn’t exactly know why he was whimpering, if it was because Vegeta slapped his hand away, or because their pace has gotten uneven. 

“Shut up, I’m making her cum first.” 

You would have otherwise complained about them arguing about that in the moment, when you were so close, but you were always left speechless. You didn’t want Vegeta to stop stroking your clit; little jolts of pleasure made you shudder every time he circled his thumb just right. 

It was embarrassing how fast you have gotten to the edge of an orgasm. Every single time they were both inside you, it was unbelievable how easy it was for you to reach your peak. 

Goku had his arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you as if you might disappear if he were to stop touching you; Vegeta was relentless, thrusting into you with aggression as he dug his fingers into your thigh. They were both uneven, a sign of their own impending orgasm. Groans, pants and mewls filled the room, the sounds and smell of sex making you even more wet than ever. 

You had been crying the night before Goku returned from training God knows where; had you known, you would have put some tea bags on your eyes, to try and hide the puffiness and redness around them.

Goku wasn’t as absentminded as people thought. 

The moment he walked through the threshold he looked at you with a slight frown and narrowed eyes. He didn’t say anything at first, and you momentarily thought that he wouldn’t comment on it.

“Why have you been crying?” Goku asked while you left some clean clothes for him to wear on the bed. 

And of course he was naked when you turned around. 

“What are you talking about?” You replied, looking at the ceiling to avoid staring at him. “Put on some clothes, please.”

“You know I can always tell when something’s wrong.” Goku commented casually, and you eyed him carefully when he took a few steps closer to you. “Did I do something? Was I gone for too long?”

“No, no, it’s not that. Put some clothes on.”

“Then what is it? Did something happen while I was gone?”

You sighed when he put a hand on your shoulder. Goku would not let it go, and while you hated talking about your feelings (as much as you encouraged him to do it with you), you made the effort for it anyway. Vulnerability had spooked you in the past, but knowing Goku for as long as you had, you knew you couldn’t be safer. 

“It’s no big deal,” You started, sitting on the bed and shutting your eyes again when he stood in front of you in all his naked glory. “I just had an uncomfortable conversation with a friend yesterday.”

“That can’t all be it if you ended up crying…”

“No, it’s not, but can you please put some clothes on!”

“Oh.” Goku laughed quietly, and you glanced at him as he grabbed his underwear and put it on. 

“Like I said, it’s no big deal,” You repeated once he sat down next to you, with his boxers on at least. “But… I got the sense that she can’t even stand me as a friend at all.”

“Why do you think that?”

“It was just the way she talked…” You sighed, embarrassed to be saying so much out loud. “She kinda joked about how boring I was, especially when it comes to… sex.”

You felt incredibly stupid for even telling those things to Goku of all people. Goku, who saved the world as a hobby, and traveled to so many planets that you didn’t even know existed. 

Though you couldn’t deny that it had touched a nerve to even consider that Goku might think of you as a boring person, a boring partner, in comparison to the marvelous things he had done and the powerful people he had met in his life. 

He might enjoy a more adventurous partner after all that.

“Boring?” Goku frowned, leaning closer to you and making you look him in the eye. “I don’t get it? Why did she say that?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t think you’re boring.”

“No?” You eyed him carefully. 

“No!” He beamed, wrapping an arm around you. “You’re the coolest person I know! I’m never bored when I’m with you!”

His genuine smile, the way his hand firmly held onto you, his wide eyed gaze fixed on you. Your heart fluttered because of the attention you were getting, tears threatening to spill from your eyes again. Goku wasn’t one to elaborate too much, though you knew he would keep talking if you let him; but his words were sincere, just like his affection.

You kissed him promptly and sweetly on the lips, giggling softly when he pressed you closer, not letting go of you even after you tried to pull away for air. 

“Boring in bed, she said?” Goku asked playfully, sneaking one hand around your waist. 

In the blink of an eye, he had unceremoniously thrown you on the bed, making you yelp as he swiftly got rid of most of your clothes, faster than you could ever imagine. 

“How would she know?” Goku asked again, amusement written all over his face, as if the mere idea of it was laughable. “I’m the only one who gets to see what you’re like!”

Pressing his lips against yours with a smile, he ground his hips against you, forcing you to part your legs. You moaned into the kiss as he purposely pressed his bulge against your core, the fabric of your underwear rubbing nicely against your clit. 

Goku sneaked his hand down your panties, reaching for your most sensitive parts, pressing his fingers against your already wet entrance without further delay. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you gasped when he easily slipped two fingers inside. 

“You’re always wet when I touch you.” He smiled against your lips, moving his fingers at a steady pace, making you moan.

You were always wet because you were easily turned on by Goku and his body and his touch and his sweet disposition. You couldn’t hide it and you didn’t even try; it would be pointless considering how easily affected you were by his presence. Even at that moment, when you were upset, he had managed to free your mind and make you focus on the pleasure he was giving you. 

The slick dripping down your hole as Goku pumped his fingers was making a mess on your panties but you couldn’t care less, not when he picked up the pace, pressing his thumb to your clit and rubbing it with purpose. 

You would have been embarrassed of how easy you reached your peak, but Goku was smiling against your cheek when you came, and it was one of the most comforting orgasms you had experienced. Back arching off the bed, thighs shuddering as you saw stars dance behind your lids, pleasure pulsing through your veins. 

The descent would have been nice and soothing, but as he kept stroking your clit and sliding his fingers in and out of your wet pussy, your body wouldn’t stop quivering. 

“Go-Goku…” You whined, pushing at his shoulders. “Wait, I can’t-I can’t anymore…”

“But you’re so pretty when you come,” Goku grinned mischievously, not budging an inch when you tried to push him away. “And this is the most fun, making you come as many times as I want.”

You would have protested more if he hadn’t picked up the pace again, producing a sinfully wet sound when his fingers slammed against your pussy. 

Air wasn’t reaching your brain, or so it felt when you reached your next orgasm. It was inevitable, Goku never even slowed down his moves, and the warmth that had spread on your body with your first orgasm washed over you again, like waves that made you shudder. 

You couldn’t register what was happening after that. He kept pressing kisses on your face, on your cheek and jaw and down your neck, but never attempted to alleviate himself, erection trapped in his boxers, pressing against your hip, while his hand focused on your clit and pussy. 

It was easy to make you come, your body and mind sensitive enough to reach to the slightest touch, and you lost count of how many times you had reached your climax after that. By the time Goku finally got rid of your panties, they were all drenched in your slick and sweat; even his hand was sticky with your releases, and he happily lapped at it before burying his face between your thighs. 

It had been embarrassing to confess to a man like Kenpachi that you hadn’t had a lot of experience when it came to sex. You didn’t even go into details, but the look in your eyes probably gave away a lot of the things you would have liked to confess. 

For once, you were shy to even say out loud that you hadn’t really enjoyed giving head before, but you’d try for him. Out of all the things you knew about Kenpachi, one of them was how loud he was when he was enjoying himself, and you’d certainly appreciate the encouragement; it was a turn on to know you could give him such pleasure. It was the bare minimum you needed to know you were doing well.

So once you were both naked on his bed, you were thrilled. 

Holding his cock in your hand, you ran your tongue from the underside all the way up to the tip slowly, looking at him with wide eyes, expecting some kind of feedback for the small act. 

“Keep going,” Kenpachi smirked, sitting back on one of his elbows as he threaded his fingers through your hair. “Put it in your mouth.”

You might have been excited, heat pooling quickly in your abdomen the more you touched him, but you were still nervous. His cock was commensurate to the rest of his body; thick, long and imposing. You would still try to please him, no matter how intimidating that was; you wanted to be good for him. 

Wrapping your lips around the head, you slowly slid your lips down his length, taking him inside your mouth. He grunted, fingers tightening into your hair, though he didn’t push you. 

“You have to suck.” He instructed you in a hoarse voice. “Use your tongue.”

You followed his orders, suckling softly on the head, stroking the rest of his dick with your hand. The taste of his skin was strange, salty, but you didn’t mind it. 

You pulled back after a beat, running your tongue up and down before taking him inside your mouth again, trying to fit more of it in, only managing to get halfway down his cock before the fear that you might choke kicked in, causing you to halt your action. 

“Fuck!” Kenpachi groaned, tugging at your hair, making you moan around him. “That’s it, you’re doing great.”

Humming contently, you bobbed your head up and down, moving your hand in sync with your mouth. You might not get to deepthroat him that day, but you were going to get him off one way or another. Taking his cock would require practice, practice that you were excited to do over and over again.

Kenpachi let out a long grunt, hips bucking into your mouth, when you pressed your tongue over the slit. 

“You were born to take my cock in your mouth, girl.” He grinned salaciously, licking his lips. You stared at him with glossy eyes, making him chuckle. “It’ll fit, don’t worry.”

Keeping your gaze on him, you attempted to swallow more of his length. Kenpachi groaned, fingers digging into your scalp. He must have wanted to push your head down, but you appreciated that he wasn’t. 

Picking up your pace, you moved your lips over his cock, twisting your hand over what you couldn’t fit, as the noises coming spilling from his mouth got louder and breathier. You noticed the muscles in his abdomen tensing, veins pulsing, and God, you were so turned on. He obviously had so much power over you, but the pleasure you were giving him seemed to be making him weak. You were rejoicing in the action more than you expected.

It took you by surprise when a deep growl rumbled from his chest before he pressed your head down his cock, forcing you to take him all the way down your throat. You inevitably gagged when he came, his dick pulsing in your mouth as it spilled his load, making you swallow. Tears formed in your eyes instantly, and while your instinct was kicking in, telling you to pull away, you couldn’t have been more wet, slick coating the inside of your thighs. 

When Kenpachi yanked at your hair, pulling you off him, you coughed, embarrassed to show your face to him, but he pushed your hair off your face, running his thumb to wipe your tears away. 

“Fuck, you did great,” Kenpachi grinned, looking at you with dark eyes that sent shivers down your spine. “Can’t wait to use that mouth again.”

You gasped when he suddenly pulled you up, gripping your thighs as he made you straddle his face. 

“What are you doing?!” You yelled, blushing as you tried to get off him to no avail; his hold on your legs too strong to break free from. 

“Tasting your pussy,” Kenpachi replied, his breath hitting the sensitive skin between your thighs, making you shudder. “Glad to know sucking my cock made you so wet.”

Whatever you were going to say died in your throat when he ran his tongue over your slit, eliciting a shaky moan from your lips. 

That was the only gentle action you received from him before Kenpachi pressed your hips down, forcing you to actually sit on his face, smothering him with your whole sex against his face. You were alarmed, in a panic, that you might actually deprive him of oxygen, but he groaned, almost desperately, against your entrance as he pushed his tongue inside you. 

Teasing licks and swirls, nose digging into your clit, put your mind in a frenzy. It was too much too quickly, the attention he was giving you more intense that what you anticipated; if it wasn’t for the firm grip he had on your legs and hips, you’d fall over. 

Kenpachi slurped, drinking everything you were giving him, making your thighs quiver uncontrollably against his head, your nerves ablaze. You moaned, arching your back, burying your fingers in his hair, trying to anchor yourself to anything as your mind turned to mush.

You buried your face in your hands, groaning loudly as Jiraiya laughed nonchalantly. 

“Stop laughing and go buy a condom, will you?!” You practically yelled at him, slapping his arm before covering yourself with the blanket. 

“I can’t,” Jiraiya said, looking at the tent in his pants, making you roll your eyes while you blushed. “Not with this weapon pointing in different directions.”

“Then I guess you’re staying that way until it goes away on its own.” You replied, getting up from the bed to look for your clothes. 

“Hold on,” He grabbed your wrist and you looked at him with a quirked brow. “I know what we can do.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as Jiraiya went through his belongings and, surprisingly fast, pulled out a small bottle of what you knew was lube. He grinned at you like the pervert he was, and you frowned. 

“No.”

“I didn’t even say anything yet!”

“Okay, what then?”

“Maybe we can-”

“No.”

A smile threatened to escape from your lips when Jiraiya pouted. A grown man, an old man, pouting. That was lame and adorable on its own. 

“But you said you wanted to try anal some time.” He said, looking at you with pleading eyes as you felt the heat in your face rise. 

“This is not how I wanted to try that!”

“Come on, babe, you know I always treat you nice.” Jiraiya approached you, holding both of your hands as the blanket around you threatened to fall. “I’ll be sure to take really good care of you, like good ole Jiraiya always does.”

You played coy, but he knew you well enough to know you’d give in. 

But you didn’t think he’d use the mirror in the room and make you watch yourself as he fucked you. 

Jiraiya was strong, so strong that he effortlessly made you bounce on his cock, as if you weighed nothing. With his arms wrapped around you in a firm grip, you shut your eyes closed to brace yourself for each thrust. 

“Oh no, no!” He chastised you, slapping your thigh hard enough to make you look at yourself in the mirror. “Don’t close your eyes, baby, watch me fuck your cute little hole.”

Your face was already ablaze from the strain of the position you were in, or else his words would have set your cheeks on fire. 

You were drenched in your own arousal, dripping from your entrance all the way down to your asshole, even trailing down Jiraiya’s cock, mixing in with the lube and his own precum. The sound of skin slapping against skin was already embarrassing, but the slick noise of his dick gliding in and out of your hole added to the obscenity of it all. 

And yet you couldn’t avert your eyes from your own reflection. It was embarrassing to watch yourself, legs folded against your chest and held in place in a firm grip while Jiraiya made you bounce on his thick cock; but you had never been more turned on before. The way your pussy was dripping was proof enough, and he had barely even touched you there since he slipped his cock inside your ass, but heat was rapidly growing in your abdomen, increasing your excitement. 

“Look at you,” Jiraiya purred against your ear, with a lecherous smirk on his face that you could clearly see in the reflection of the mirror. “Acting so shy before, but you’re so fucking wet, you’re making a mess.”

A breathy moan was ripped out of you with the next snap of his hips, and whatever you were going to say died in your throat. 

“I knew you’d feel this great,” Jiraiya went on, like the big talker he was, with a shaky, low voice that gave away how good he was feeling. “Your pussy is amazing, but your ass? Never felt anything like it, gonna make this old man have a heart attack.”

How could he talk so much? Your brain was barely comprehending what he was saying, but it was enough to bring you closer to the edge, his deep voice spilling lust as he spoke into your ear. 

Your legs shuddered when he shifted, his cock hitting inside you so deep, it was like he was fucking your pussy instead. You inevitably clenched around him, shutting your eyes tight as you mewled. 

“Fuck, don’t look away, honey, don’t do that.” Jiraiya commanded, desperate, as he slapped your thigh once again, making you gasp and comply. “Pay attention to how you suck me in… You don’t wanna let me go, do you?” 

You babbled in response, and he chuckled darkly at your reaction; you were too far gone to reply coherently. 

“You want me to keep fucking your little hole, don’t you? You want me to fill you up all nice and good, yeah? You will let this old man have this?”

Panting and whimpering, you nodded eagerly, digging your nails into his arms, as if you were threatening him if he dared to let go of you. 

“Oh, baby, you were meant for me.” Jiraiya groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Meant to take my big cock in all your pretty little holes.”

Through the mirror, you watched his erection, coated in both of your slick and his precum, slid in and out, pace turning uneven quickly as his groans grew louder and shaky. 

“Are you telling me you didn’t learn anything about all the stripteases you got from other women?” You asked Jiraiya as you lounged on the couch, staring at him quizzically. “From me?”

Jiraiya scoffed when you emphasized your last words, averting his eyes towards the ceiling.

“You make it sound like I’ve been around strippers since I was born.” 

He had the audacity to pout, and you arched an eyebrow as impossibly high as you could. He noticed, obviously, and rolled his eyes in response.

“Okay, well, it’s not like I was paying that close attention to the moves.” Jiraiya paused when he noticed the way your eyes popped open in disbelief, and rerouted quickly. “Not that kind of attention, at least! Are you looking for an argument?!”

“I just asked you if you could take off your clothes for me! I do it for you all the time, I don’t know what’s the issue.”

“I’m a man!”

“And I’m a woman.” You countered with a frown. 

“I’m an old man.” Jiraiya replied, and you noticed his shoulders drooping a little. 

Weird. You didn’t think he’d care so much. 

“Jiraiya, you’re the hottest old man.” You complimented him with a smile. “Have you seen yourself? You have abs, for fuck’s sake!”

When a wide grin popped in his face, you realized he might have been faking, or at the very least, overstressing his insecurities. You thought you complimented him enough, but you might need to work more on your praises for your lover from now on. 

And the opportunity was then and there, as you reached for him, tugging at his clothes. 

“Come on, baby, take off your clothes for me.” You pleaded, batting your eyelashes, looking up at him with starry eyes. 

Jiraiya rarely blushed, and you treasured moments like those when it happened. He smiled, smug and shy, making your heart flutter, as he took a few steps back. 

“I could never say no to a pretty girl.” He said, running his hands over his haori. “Especially my pretty girl.”

You grinned, pleased with the compliment, and focused on his every move. 

He urgently kicked off his sandals, and it was difficult to keep a straight face after that; Jiraiya was trying to be sexy, and you had to bite your lips from snickering. His haori was the first piece of clothing to go, he dropped it on the floor before untying his kimono. He opened it as if he was flashing you, which made you burst out laughing. 

“You’re trying to make me laugh on purpose!” You accused him between giggles. 

“It’s not my fault you can’t handle my charm.” Jiraiya grinned, throwing his kimono onto the couch.

“Oh honey, I handle your charm every single day.” 

You eyed him more carefully when he started pulling off his mesh armor. It was insane how hot he was; you couldn’t even say that you had a preference for men with defined muscles, but it was so enticing to have someone like him, with so much strength, all for yourself. You bit your bottom lip, not because you were tempted to laugh this time, but because you were so excited to touch him. 

You sank into the couch, pressing your legs together to alleviate your growing arousal as Jiraiya undid the belt of his pants. It was a stark contrast that such a hot man could be so goofy; he started swaying his hips as he let his pants fall down to the floor, you couldn’t help but chortle.

“Are you gonna keep laughing at me, kid?” Jiraiya asked, faking offense.

“You’re doing it on purpose.” You repeated, covering your mouth as you tried to swallow your giggles. Your eyes, however, were scanning all the naked glory of your lover; the only thing in the way now was his underwear. 

“Maybe I’ll just put my clothes back on, then.” He said, earning an incredulous look from you. “If you laugh when I take off my underwear, then I’m putting my clothes back on!”

You stifled a giggle, and expectantly gazed at him. 

His cock was already half hard when got rid of his last piece of clothing, making your mouth water at the sight. It never failed to surprise you how big he was, obviously commensurable to the rest of him. 

Jiraiya, completely proud of himself, approached you until he stood only a few inches away, grinning as if he had won the lottery. 

“Guess it’s not so funny anymore, huh?” He asked, smug, as you reached for his hand to pull him closer.

He followed your wish, getting on top of you as you laid on the couch. He kissed you with urgency, not giving you a second to even reply to his cheeky comment, making you smile against his lips. You return the same intensity of his kiss by wrapping your hand around his cock, squeezing it with purpose as he groaned. 

“Oh, fuck, baby…” Jiraiya grunted once you started stroking him, skipping the slow pace for a steady yet hard rhythm. 

“Want me to stop?” 

“No!” 

You snickered against his lips, running your thumb over the head, pressing against the slit. Jiraiya moaned desperately, making your heart flutter and the skin between your legs pulse with desire. For such a huge man, he was so willing to submit to you; he’d do anything for just one taste of your affection, even if that meant you were going to give him only handjobs from then on (You weren’t, but you like having the upper hand sometimes).

Rotating your hand with forceful tugs, you kept up the pace you had set, the precum leaking from the tip making the slide easier and creating obscene noises that just made you even more wet, your shorts must have been drenched by then. You wrapped an arm around his neck, kissing his lips even when he was barely kissing you back, too busy groaning and rutting his hips into your fist. 

“You’re so desperate and I’m just using my hand.” You teased him, smiling cheerily as you twisted your hand over his dick. 

“You’re making fun of me?” Jiraiya asked with a breathy laugh, choking back a moan when you squeezed the head. 

You chuckled as you ran your tongue over his lips, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging at it just as you picked up the pace of your hand, jerking him off with the sole purpose of making him cum all over you. 

“Oh, please, please, baby, please!” Jiraiya pleaded, panting into your mouth.

His hips snapped desperately into your fist as he grunted, like an animal who was being tortured; it was funny yet arousing to reduce him to that by simply using your hand. 

His cock throbbed a few seconds later, cum spilling on your hand and shirt. Jiraiya let out a long groan, burying his face in your neck, holding onto your waist. As if he was fucking your pussy, and not your hand. 

You helped him ride out his orgasm, pressing soft kisses on his neck until the last drop of cum was milked out. He collapsed on top of you, pressing against you and making you groan. It was going to be a sticky mess on your shirt, but you didn’t mind it much at the moment, running your hand up and down his back soothingly. 

Broly sees you everyday from outside your window. You don’t even know you’re being watched, you just go on with your life, beautifully moving around your room as if you were floating; it seemed even more so when you wore dresses and skirts. He was positive he’d never seen anyone more attractive.

It was a funny reaction to feel his cock harden inside his pants the first times he saw you undress. He didn’t believe he could get an erection so fast and so painful. He’d die if he didn’t touch himself. 

Since then, Broly would have the urges to jerk off, and he did it every time. His orgasms washed over him quickly, desperately, staining his clothes with the copious amount of cum spilled. He could somehow control himself after a few days, instructing himself to hold on, as he knew when he was going to see you undress, undress only for him to watch (even when you didn’t know it).

Was what he was doing wrong? He didn’t really know. He hadn’t been around too many people, especially people. Cheelai was the only woman he had interacted with, and he never felt the urge to observe her naked body. 

It was different with you. 

Broly particularly liked dresses on you. Whenever you put them on, or slip off them, it was so smooth, the fabric just sliding down your skin, like caressing it so softly. Would it feel as soft as it looked if he were to touch you? Even when the sun shined through your window and hit your body, there didn’t seem to be any flaw in you. You were curves and smooth flesh, jiggly in certain places that demanded his attention. 

It was especially hard whenever you wore tight dresses; that particular night, the dress was so tight, with a color that complimented your skin, that he wasn’t sure what was worse, seeing you naked, or like that. 

Hidden in the darkness of the trees outside your place, Broly pulled down his pants to free his cock, hard and leaking even if you weren’t even naked. He took his sweet time, watching you walk around the room, as if you were floating. Tempting him, if he didn’t know better. He wasn’t even completely sure of what to do if he were to have you all for himself; he had a very basic, instinctual idea of sex. He was positive he would lose himself if he indulged in your alluring body even once.

With a tight grip and forceful tugs, he jerked off, smearing precum all over his cock, as he watched you gracefully take off your shoes, slowly undoing your hair. His dick throbbed when you let the straps of your dress fall down your arms, muscles tensing in his lower abdomen when you reached behind you to pull down the zipper. 

Ragged breathing, mind getting hazier, Broly squeezed the head of his cock, wondering what it’d be like if it were your hand touching him. Your hand would be so much more delicate than his, he probably wouldn’t even fit in your grip, knowing how small you are compared to him. He would come nonetheless, spilling his load all over your hand. Staining the dress you were wearing. 

When you slipped off of it, he grunted, loud and deep, as he saw you weren’t actually wearing any underwear. It was like you were calling for him, enticing him with something he didn't know he could have at all. But just looking at you, picturing what it’d be like to touch you, smell you, taste you, was enough. 

It only took a few pumps of his hand before Broly reached his peak, squeezing his eyes shut, muscles tensing in his lower abdomen as he let out one of the most animalistic growls he had ever produced. Sticky with cum, he kept his fist around his cock as he caught his breath, unfocused eyes looking for you again. 

You weren’t there anymore, probably left the room the second he had closed eyes. With a sigh, he wiped his hand on his clothes, readjusting his pants, before he caught your figure in the corner of his eyes. 

You had opened the back door of your place and were currently standing in the doorway, still as naked as you had been when you were in your bedroom. 

It felt like you had been going at it for hours. Your mind was completely lost in the sweet sensation of Kensei’s cock buried deep inside you, ramming into your hole over and over again. You simply lost track of time, it had been too much.

You knew where he was getting at, and you wouldn’t complain. Kensei was a methodical man, and he knew how to get what he wanted. And you would just give him the entire world if you could. 

Kensei held tightly onto your thighs, keeping them pressed against your chest as his cock slid in and out of your wet pussy, hitting that spot he had so well memorized from years of experience. He knew your body better than you knew yourself, he knew exactly what to say, what to do, where to touch and what to say to get you going. 

That’s why it was so easy for you to get close to the edge of an orgasm. He simply knew. 

You watched him through hazy eyes, memorizing every single dip and curve of his body and muscles as he slammed his hips into yours. Kensei was the hottest man, and he was all yours. 

“You have such a pretty pussy, baby,” He groaned, eyes fixed on your entrance eagerly swallowing down his cock. When he pressed his thumb on your clit, purposely rubbing circles, you moaned breathily. “Come on, give it to me.”

It had initially embarrassed you to do this with him; it was too messy for your taste. But God, you had grown to love it, because Kensei got even more excited every time it happened. 

His cock glided into your pussy with enthusiasm as he rubbed your clit; it didn’t take long until you reached your climax, legs shuddering against your chest as your vision turned white. 

You moaned and squirted over his cock, slick spilling onto his lower abdomen and down his legs. The sheets were damp underneath you, which you would care about later, but at the moment, it just made you feel so filthy, used and spent and throroughly fucked. 

Kensei pulled out, cock still hard and dripping in a mix of his precum and your juices. You panted, clenching around nothing before he pushed two of his fingers inside your pussy again, pumping them hurriedly. Coaxing more out of you as you were still in the highs of your latest climax. 

You whimpered, overstimulated, thighs shaking uncontrollably as he focused more of his attention on your clit. It didn’t take long before you squirted again, spilling more of your release onto his cock and hands as your mouth hung open. 

“Yes, that’s it,” Kensei praised, a cocky smirk on his lips, gazing at your drenched pussy with hearts in his eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby, so fucking hot.”

He pushed his cock in your pussy again, filling you to the brim. Sparkles flew behind your lids. His cock was just so thick, so hot, perfectly shaped for your pussy. 

The universe had simply brought you two together because you were meant to be. 

The dirtiest wet sounds filled the room when Kensei started thrusting into your pussy. Your own arousal mixed in with the slick you produced when squirting was making the slide so much smoother, messier. Just how your man liked it. His eyes were fixed on your pussy, watching mesmerized as his cock glided in and out, completely covered in both of your slicks. 

Your brain turned to mush, too overstimulated and drunk to think about anything but Kensei. You watched him with starry eyes as his muscles flexed, veins sticking out the harder he gripped your hips, beads of sweat running down the flush skin of his neck and torso. He was grunting like an animal in heat, not getting enough of your sweet pussy as his hips jerked against yours urgently, chasing his own orgasm. 

The way his jaw tightened was a clear sign of how close to the edge he was.

“Please baby, cum inside me,” You purred, pleaded, batting your eyelashes at him, showing him a seemingly innocent look, even when you were covered in fluids. “I need it, give it to me, Ken, come on!”

Kensei promptly spilled his cum inside you, filling your pussy with his hot load, growling as he held firmly onto your flesh. Not wanting one drop to be lost, you moaned, clutching to his arms, not letting go until his hips stopped jerking, milking his cock dry. 

He collapsed on top of you, making you yelp by the sudden weight. He was heavy but you welcomed it happily however, shakily wrapping your arms around his waist. You were both tired, but Kensei didn’t miss the chance to hold you close, squeezing you in a messy, hot embrace.