#kusakabe

Gojo

Gojo. The strongest. The most handsome. The most everything. This of course includes every negative adjective known to man.

Whenever, he spots you, he annoys you. Even without speaking. His braggart personality driving you mad.

Sure he’s tall. He’s gorgeous. Rich. But still, beauty only runs skin deep. He’s like a candy bar he loves so much. So pretty and enticing on the outside—but nothing good for you on the inside. Still, though … What if? … You do hate these feelings.

On this day, you stand by the vending machines—he already cut in front of you. Eyelids shut tightly, trying your very hardest to calm yourself whilst his mouth moves a mile a minute. He talks about everything yet nothing at the same time. Only stopping to sneeze. Sending an unnecessarily loud echo through the little tunnel you two stand in. Worst than any thunder. It’s Gojo—he never gets sick. Which means he did that on purpose. “Excuse me, anyway”—he continues on rambling.

“Please.” You interrupt him,” leave me alone.”

Finally he stops and looks at your face, literally, a handful of centimeters away. “Do you … hate me?

Your head turns slowly sporting a glare so hot surely you’ll burn him, “yes. Very much so.”

Your a matter of factually has taken him back a bit. His hand in his pockets, Gojo kicks at nothing like an overgrown spoiled child—which he is. Then he has an idea, a single dimple displaying on his cheek. He leans in, “wanna show me?”

—

Gojo slams into the backrest of his favorite leather chair that you always love to steal. He grabs your hips, tugging you on top of him, spreading you legs over his’. Pulling you in for a hungry kiss.

His hands find their way under your skirt. Fingers grazing your folds as he tugs at your underwear, causing an audible gasp to escape from your already kissed swollen lips. But Gojo pulls you back to his mouth. It’s when he effortlessly rips them off with one hand, you gasp again, “they were expensive!”

“I’ll buy you more,” he tosses them to the side whilst grabbing your chin, assertively guiding it back to his hungered mouth. Both of his hands pulls your ass cheeks apart, the sudden air hitts your fevered cunt.

Your tongues fight each other, just as both of you grind upon one another, also fighting for control. But you moan feeling the hard bulge beneath you, desperately wanting to be released. Gojo 1, you 0. Gritting your teeth at this fact, he pushes you up ever so slightly as you hear the unbuckling of metal and a zipper.

“If you hate me so much,” he pulls off his blindfold, blue eyes already heavily dilated, “then why the fuck are you so wet?”

“Shut—” But he thrusts into you, immediately shutting you up. His head turns for a brief moment, not wanting to admit how he felt the pressure of how fucking tight you are. Instead, he looks on with a boyish grin, that dimple—that cursed dimple that he wears so adorably rearing it’s head, taunting your arousal.

“Yeah?” He thrusts again, his cock sliding deeper in yet. “What were you going to say?” He leans back—like the professional teacher he isn’t, propping his head on with his hand. His attempt to ‘scold’ you—teach you a lesson. All while allowing you to grip onto his shoulders, your grip growing tighter and tighter as you sink lower, and lower on his length. “Hm?”

“I hate … you …” Teeth gritting as his cock fills you more and more, “so much.”

“Yeah, yeah you said that already, try be original will ya?”

Grinding him into you deeper, you growl, “fuck. You.” But the sudden touch of his pelvis to your labia sends as sort of half moan half gasp. You hate how good this feels.

“Atta girl!” His wide white toothed smile adding to your fury as he grinds his hips into you, filling you completely and stretching your walls out as much as possible.

The grind—it’s the grind, that little skinny strip of white hair tickling your clit. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

You grip tighter onto his jacket moving your hips up and down taking him beautifully. Each pass of his cock massaging your inner walls whilst hitting that sweet spot within you causing a series of low whimpers to leave your parted lips.

Gojo pushes up your skirt, bunching it around your waist, watching as his cock disappears into your pussy. You’re taking him so good, his eyes glance to the muscles on your working thighs—hypnotizing. His brows start to furrow, his hands still at your waist, eyes back to his disappearing and reappearing cock. Each time, glazed glossier than the next. A small little whine escapes his lips at the beautiful sight.

And a giggle escapes yours.

His eyes dilated even more, “really? Want to go there?” Just as you are about to retort he silences you with a kiss. Smiling the whole time, as he takes over, his pace quickening as he ruts into you feverishly.

His large hands—still holding your waist in place, grips you tighter. Holding you up as he thrusts into you a maddening pace. Blue eyes fixated on your face: your beautiful lustful face.

Meanwhile, your hand falls to his chest. Even with the jacket and shirt underneath, this man is built like bricks. The fact he’s so strong, holding you up, his cock driving into your soaking pussy and all the erotic sounds that come with it. Your fingernails dig into him—and Gojo giggles knowing who is coming. Feeling your walls pulse and grip, he chases that high until he’s able to take you over the edge.

With a series of loud moans, your body snaps forward. He catches you, his face eyeing your chest, sinking into your clenching pussy slower and slower.

“Next time I want this off.” Large hands kneading your fleshy breast even over your bra and clothes.

“There won’t be … a next time.” A lie, pushing yourself back up with a sigh.

Grinning, knowing it’s a lie, “yeah there will,” snapping his hips back into you shutting you back up.

You hover over him, maintaining eye contact the whole time thinking how much you really do hate him. You hate his personality. You hate the way he’s so perfect. How he fucks you so damn good. And how he looks so fine doing it. You hate how this will be the first times of many.

You lean in kissing him, a passionate embrace of the lips, cupping his face tenderly even as he continues to rut into your cunt.

Gojo can’t speak, pushing the hair away from your face—allowing him to see you better. With breathy grunts, his hand slides to your lower back keeping you in place as his thrusts become uneven and sloppy. His blue eyes half lidded, look up pulling your head and kissing you once again as he comes hard. Filling your cunt with his load.

And you feel it. The high pressured stream of semen spraying your walls, making your mouth drop. He really is the best at everything …

His forehead collapses onto your chest. “You know …” Gojo says breathless—you’ve made the strongest breathless, Gojo 1 You 2. “I’m going to steal you away here everyday from now on, whether you hate me or not.” His finger drawing lazy circles … maybe hearts on your arm. “Do you mind?”

With a smirk, “nope … Not at all.”

Choso

Choso, half curse, half human. Yuji’s older ‘brother’. The guy who always smiles at you, nods his pigtails at you, shares his snacks with you. All he talks about is his brother—literally that’s it. And something about Supernova—whatever the hell that is.

Sure, he’s handsome, thoughtful and with a voice that makes your legs buckle. But after a while, he follows you around like a lost puppy, always wanting to know what are you doing and if you need help. And the crying … It was cute in the beginning but it got old really quick.

“Do I upset you?” It takes you back, him suddenly asking you. “Maki told me so. If it’s true, then I’ll leave you alone but I would like to know why.” You hesitate, trying to find the words to say. His head dips low, “I’ve had feelings for you for a while … and I just wanted to make you happy. So please, if you can just give me that—an answer.”

He looks up, eyes turned down, as though he’s about to cry. You hate how complicated he makes you feel.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

—

“Shut up,” you undress him revealing his perfectly chiseled abs immediately causing you to become transfixed. “You …” He looks at you almost about to cry, “you make me sick.” He’s perfect, so, so perfect.

With a bounce, you fall back first on the bed, followed by Choso climbing on top of your now naked body, holding your face with both hands while kissing you passionately. All while you push him back, widening your legs. “Why do you hate me but you want to fuck me so much? I don’t understand.”

“It’s … complicated,” you lick your lips looking at his cock. His tip strawberry pink already leaking with pre cum. You wrap your hand around the sensitive flesh, your thumb smoothing over said pre cum over his tip making Choso hiss from your soft touch as you guide it to your entrance.

With a sigh, he pushes it in watching as your body tenses, memorizing each and every detail of your face as he pushes in deeper and deeper until he’s able to bottom out and grind his hips into yours.

You hate how you can cum just from this. Looking up at him—already cock drunk as he starts to thrust into you at a quickened pace. His pigtails long gone, brown hair framing his masculine face. His grunts and groans, playing off his masterful voice. The view of his abs contracting with each and every thrust into you. It’s already so much.

Yet he looks off, concentrating on something, and you feel it. Hes pushing blood into his cock to harden it even more. Gasping at at the hardened flesh, “Choso!”. But he chooses not to answer, instead choosing to grip your waist and continues his harsh pace.

Your head swings back onto the pillow, body arching off the bed beautifully. Choso, looks down watching the Goddess before him that is you. He has to touch—has to. His hand finds your face cupping it, your hair bleeding though his fingers, his thumb tracing your jawline then your parted lips.

His thumb so callused from battle and hard work, you grab it, tongue circling it. Hearing an audible gulp from him as you suck it, making him jerk forward a bit.

Choso looks down to see his thumb in your mouth, sensually half lidded eyes looking back up at him. Your beautiful body spread before him, legs parted wonderfully and his swollen cock, peaking out from your precious folds glazed with your wetness.

His breath hitches and he pushes in with a rough thrust. You let go of his thumb to which he sucks it, making sure to taste you, never wasting a single drop of you.

Pulling your hips up so that your pussy faces towards the ceiling, while angling himself forward so he can rut into you even more—your moans fill the room along with the skin slapping. A trail of slickness drips from your filled cunt to your ass cheek making you whimper unintelligible words.

You lean forward grabbing his waist pulling him closer. “Ch-Choso.”

“Do you still hate me?” His beautiful brown eyes leaning to yours as he hovers over you, one hand on the headboard and the other gripping the bed sheets next to you with no care in he world as the woodne frame hits the wall repeatedly.

“Please—” His dick strikes a particularly sweet spot forcing you to almost yell.

“I can’t find in myself to hate any part of you—no matter how much you push me away.” Each hip thrust into you, so tenderly rough as though he’s pushing away all of your hatred for him, for everything and anything.

A growing sensation in your lower belly starts to blossom. You stutter his name again, and with that—that lustful flower blossoms, causing your body to shake and jolt. Sending tremors to each limb. He leans back down and kisses you, comforting you.

Grabbing each of your wrist, pushing it into the soft mattress as he sucks on the side of your neck. His thrusts turn to little pushes, little pulses—each one you feel now that his body is flushed with your own. With a kiss to your cheek he lifts himself off of you, and staring into each other’s eyes as he continues his pace pushing himself deeper within you, his rhythm growing increasingly unsteady.

You push aside his bangs that dangles in his eyes making him groan from the slightest touch of your soft skin. He turns and chases your hand, kissing it.

For him, the view is gorgeous—because it’s of you. Your face has softened, your lips are still parted, swollen from his kisses and still slick from his spit. Behind you, your hair falls like an inkblot, framing your face. But more beautiful than any picture.

All this, he groans lowly, and grunts. Moans even as he thrusts in harder. Your hands clutch onto his waist pulling him in, angling yourself so that it allows him to push in even deeper. Choso’s mahogany eyes shut tightly and you feel him—all of him. Your body tenses then loosens as he comes in your pussy.

Choso collapses on you to which you welcome him with an embrace. Your arms wrapping around his toned shoulders then sliding down his back to trace lazy circles with a single finger. His head still buried in the pillow next to your neck, “do still … hate … me?” Trying to catch his breath.

“I …” you sigh trying to catch your own. “No-one can hate you Choso. No-one…”

“I’m so … happy.”

You feel horrible as to how to treated him, horrible at the emotions you had for this precious man, Tapping on his shoulder, “show me Supernova?”

“Oh God,” he starts to cry.

Nanami

Kento Nanami. Tall, blonde, and handsome. Always putting himself first before the students. Opening the doors for the ladies. A gentlemen through and through.

But also, a bit rude, mono-toned, perhaps … a bit boring. He once ask you to go to the bakery … Just the bakery. Yup …

You know he’s standing behind you, the persistent throat clearing is not new. “Excuse me,” but the way he pronounces your name, calling to you, it sounds soooo sweet coming out of his mouth. “You’ve never got back to me about the bakery.”

“What exactly would we do … at the bakery?

“Well,” he shrugs pushing up his sunglasses, “it’s rather obvious.” Rude! “Coffee, muffins maybe. Nothing with too much sugar.” you bite your lip. “They have great bread. Very good bread.”

Bread? Bakery? But you glare up at him, “forgive me if I’m wrong, but—are you asking me out?”

He looks at you as though you said something foreign and stupid, “did I not make myself clear?”

You glare up at him, eyes squinting, “I really do not like you.”

He looks down, frowning at your rudeness.

—

Your back hits an unknown wooden table in some unknown classroom that Nanami found. Leaving you gasping as he goes off to lock the door, coming back, unbuttoning his jacket.

Pulling off his sunglasses, then bunching up his sleeves all the way up to his elbows, revealing his perfectly chiseled arms that makes you bite the inside of your cheek.

An audible yelp escapes as he tugs your legs closer to him with ease. “I don’t normally do this.” He unbuckles his pants. “I would very much like to take you out to dinner tonight, if you’ll have me. Or I can cook for you.” Why is he talking so much? “I’ve been told I’m a great cook—”

You glare at him, “what the hell—” but the sight of his cock silences you.

“Will you allow me?” His thick finger circling the clothed labia, until he spirals it under, pushing the moist fabric to the side allowing the callused skin trace upon you, so thick that he keeps unintentionally grazing your clit making our body jolt up at each swipe.

Laying there, mouth gaped open as he lines the tip of his shaft into your entrance, making you clutch at nothing on the table. “I uh …” He pushes the tip of his cock through the entrance of your walls and looks at you to ask again silently. Just as you’re about to say another smart remark, he pushes deeper in. “O-okay …”

“Is that a yes? I don’t like vague answers.”

“Yes!”

“Thank you.” He pushes alllll the way in, grunting at the immediate tightness, grinding his strong hips into you before starting a steady, strong rhythm. Your legs continue to spread around him in midair as he thrusts deep within you. Each snap of his hip forcing out gasps, fucking the sir out of you.

You try to match the pace but it’s impossible. He’s too strong. So, instead, you grip onto his tie as Nanami thrusts relentlessly into you. Pulling into to the side and watching as his cock disappears into your clenching cunt. The muscles on his biceps tense as he effortlessly grips the table allowing to pull himself closer into you. His cheeks already tinged pink with pleasure as sweat drips down the sides of his chiseled face.

Both his tie and shirt are becoming a problem, After you pull off his tie, he leans back hastily unbuttoning his shirt. All the while he still continues to fuck your pussy like he is meant to as you hold onto the table.

When he finally unbuttons that wretched top button, Nanami throws open his shirt revealing the perfect pec, and abs on a man that you’ve ever seen. A gasp. Former salary man Kento Nanami was hiding this all along!?

Your trembling fingertips reach for his chiseled skin. Wanting to give you everything, he leans over allowing your fingertips to graze his abs and chest. You swear he’s smiling—small but a smile none the less. It’s nice …

You breath hitches at the sudden touch of the cold steel of his watch against your hot skin, as he wraps his hand around your waist keeping you in place as he continues to thrust into you. Whining and whimpering the entire time.

His lip twitches, he’s really trying to keep his cool, but he can’t help it. When he pulls you in, his hips naturally pushing your legs farther apart, he watches his cock already dripping from your wetness. He watches as your breasts bounce up and down, cursing the shirt and bra you still have on. He feels you pulse and clench, and your hips trying desperately—if not in vainly to match him.

His large left hand with those thick powerful finger slides under your panties keeping it to the side as he pushes your hip into the wood, allowing your whole body to be still, a silent way to say let me do you. His thumb tracing circles on your clit, along with the brisk feeling his metal watch, your legs jerk up. “Nanami?”

“You know what to call me.”

“Ken?” You grasp gripping his veiny arm as your body boils with red hot passion. He continues the onslaught, thrusting into you like a hungered man. Adding fire to the boiling pot in your lower belly, boiling, boiling until it overflows sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body as you clench his arm, pulling yourself up. Your moans, turn to whimpers, then whines as he rides you out.

Kento thrusts hard, one last time, before catching you, helping to lower you down. As before, he continues, taking his other hand on the other side of the table as he snaps himself hard into you, Filling you completely and to the tilt.

His groans and pants becoming more pronounced. It’s wonderful, better than any melody you’ve ever heard. “Ken please.” He looks down, never wavering in his pace. “Please—” you bit your lip, “come for me.”

He nods his head—as you wish—eyes widened, he so very, very close. His body slowly leaning over you, as you push your way back near the edge of the table and take his lips, a kiss so passionate. His hand engulfs your face pulling it to him. His tongue powerful, massaging your own.

Your fingers grasp at his heaving chest—any excuse to touch. Kento’s grip tightens, his one legs climbs up onto the table driving his cock into you hard as he climaxes. Thrusting a couple of more times, each emptying himself more and more. His mouth never leaving yours.

Kento kisses you once, twice, long sucking pecks before finding his footing again and standing up. Before him, he soaks in the view. You wearing a sex drunk smile, hips still absentmindedly grinding into him. He thrusts once smirking at the way you gleefully gasp.

He looks down at himself, the bottom of his blue shirt dyed navy with moisture and his tan pants also a darker shade. Lastly, his light brown eyes landing on the sight of his cock still in you.

Pulling it out, groaning as it leaving your still clutching walls. Watching as his glistening cock covered with a mixture his and your own wetness. He takes a tissue and gently wipes your pussy, cleaning himself from it. “About tonight …” His voice different, more alive than ever before. “What’s your favorite food?”

You hesitate, still clamming down from the euphoric pussy beating that is Kento Nanami. Finally, you mutter out your favorite food.

He nods, “Yeah … I can make that.”

Geto

You joined Geto’s family looking for a home and someplace to belong. Immediately you connected with everyone—most notably, Geto himself. But you soon saw, he was more attached to you than anyone else. Causing the ire of some of the other family members. You were the newest and by far his most favorite.

Even the twins were surprised how quickly he’s taken to you. Apparently it’s a crush.~ They told you with playful smiles. It makes you flustered a bit. Yes he’s gorgeous. Powerful. A leader. You hate how you shouldn’t have these feelings either, it’s wrong.

But you don’t want to be the one to rip the family apart, so when you confront him, he admits his feelings. You stare daggers at him, “you enjoy it don’t you! Pinning me against everyone!” The whole time, he stifles a smirk, “I hate you! You, You … You jerk!” You throw the closet thing to you at him—to which he dodges easily, looking back to see where it landed (hiding a chuckle). You then go into a heated rant explaining to him in detail as to why it’s wrong—more like trying to convince yourself that this is wrong.

He watches on, tracing your finger with his eyes as you wave it to and fro and in his face. “Oh! And your bangs are stupid!”

His eyebrows raise at that, “are you done yet?”

“… Yes.”

“Good,” the corner of his lips turning upward wickedly.

—

Geto pushes you on the edge of the bed, crashing into your lips as his hand snakes up the back of your dress, unhooking the bra easily with a single hand.

He pulls back, tugging the dress overhead in one fluid motion leaving you almost bare before him. His eyes never leaving you as he quickly removes his own clothes revealing a chiseled body before you. Your tongue instinctively licks your lips with a heaving chest—for his abs could cut diamonds. Then your eyes travel down slightly, his rosy cock staring at you.

A gasp leaves you and your hand—with a mind of it’s own—travels down, down to your core lightly rubbing above the flimsy fabric.

“No, no,” he leans over towards you, fingers hooking the underside of your panties, “this is my job.” And he tugs them off, revealing your sweet cunt to him, already ready and more than willing to take him.

His eyes never leaving the sweet sight. Like a forbidden jewel, he must touch, his finger traces your labia inserting one making your head swing back with a moan at the stretch alone. Again as he eases another finger stretching you out deliciously. His other hand holds your knee watching as you clench on the silken sheets as he pumps his thick fingers into you.

Leaving your knee, he grabs his own cock wrapping a fist upon it, fucking it with his hand as his fingers curl into you, forcing your back to arch away from the bed. The angle is too good. Removing his fingers, he pumps himself the whole time until arriving at your folds, thrusting it in making you arch even deeper. Your hands clench at his arms now balled into fists on either side of you as he thrusts himself into you.

Moans and grunts fill the room, along with a creaking bed and sounds of slick wetness as his pelvis repeatedly slams into your wet pussy.

Heat rushes up from your lower belly, up, up to your cheeks, making them burn wildly. Your hands, clench on his waist as he thrusts himself into you, hard and sure. Finally you boil over, your legs and body tremble as you climax on his unrelenting cock. Clenching on his dick for dear life.

Geto does not stop, instead fucking you harder, pushing you deeper into the plush bed, not stopping until he indents you into the fabric.

Watching on at your whining moans and blissful face, still not calming down from your high.

His breath is becoming uneven but his hips never stop the delicious snap into your pussy. He grips onto your thighs, a grip deepening with each thrust becoming more unhinged than the last.

Furrowed brows and melodic grunts turning into uneven pants. His long raven colored hair, clinging to the sides of his face and neck with his sweat.

In a hurry, he pulls his cock out of your pussy, grasping it over your heaving stomach. Pumping it furiously, releasing his cum all over your belly panting all the while in his masterful voice. You watch as the little opaque beads paint your hot skin, glistening it.

Your finger slowly pokes at one particular droplet before placing it in your mouth sucking away at the salty seed, tasting him. Your eyes never leaving him as you do so.

Geto slowly travels back, transfixed on your look—until he slips down, his knee hitting the ground hard. “Geto?”

“I’m fine,” he stands, eyes half closing. He wipes the sweat from his brow glancing at you yet again: laying on his bed, his cum spread over you. Your legs playfully opening and closing allowing your swollen cunt to peak at him.

He sighs at the sight, “I-I’ll be right back.” Leaving to find something to clean you up.

Kusakabe

It’s a bright sunny day, the birds are chirping and you wear a smile no-one can take from you. At the teacher meeting, the seats are already filled. Passing by each filled seat, your heart starts to drop. For in a sea of black jackets, the only empty seat is next to the trench coat wearing fool, sucking away at a lollipop already wincing with impatience—the meeting hasn’t even started yet.

Sitting with a trembling smile, for the constant annoyed grunts, and sighs heavily affecting your happy deposition. In your peripheral vision, you watch he sits back (whilst everyone else stands or kneels) as his fingers rest on his knees, cracking themselves. Someone once told you that you can tell a man by his hands … and he has big think hands—not from working out, but just naturally.

The clicking and sucking at his lollipop snaps you back to reality. You look back at him with a glare. Instead he blinks dumbly at you. Just as you turn your head, the sounds starts again. “Mr. Kusakabe, May I have a word,” you smile stained with malice.

You follow him into his classroom, his trench and jacket are gone as he pulls up his sleeves, “hey, thanks for getting me out of there.

Instead, you slam the door, as Atusya watches you sitting back lazily in his seat, your mouth moving a mile a minute spraying out well articulated words, well earned scolding towards the second year teacher but instead, he just gives you a blank stare. Your words, flying over his head.

You start slapping your hand into the other, continuing your onslaught of words all geared towards him. He finally leans back pretending to listen, instead, he just watches you. The intense look in your eyes, like hot coals burning into him. The way see the heat emulating from your feverish face. Your hair flying wildly. He smirks pushing the lollipop to the side of his mouth, damn. She looks good.

You gasp at the disrespect, “why you!” Your face puffs up much like the Pokemon Jigglypuff. You huff and puff looking around. “Did you listen to one word I said!?”

“Nah,” he stands walking right up to you, one arm leaning above the both of you on the door-frame, “I really don’t care. After all,” digging the words into you, wanting to add fuel to your fire, “you talk too much.”

Like a glass breaking, your psyche breaks, shattering everywhere. “You miserable, whiny little man!” His shoulders bounce up and down laughing at your insults. “I hate you! With a burning passion!”

“Oh yeah?” he plucks out his lollipop, eyes traveling down then up your body, his brown eyes dilated black.

—

Your ass hits the table followed by Atsuya crashing into your body. Both hands grabbing your face, your hair peaking through his thick fingers as he devours your lips. His tongue is strong, and sweet. His lolly still sandwiched between his index and middle finger, candy facing away from you—a residual trait from his old smoking days. His other hand traveling all over you. Be it your back, your ass, your thighs. He breaths into your neck, while your ‘pride’ tries not enjoy it. (Impossible.)

He pulls back, allowing you to gasp, while he crunches the candy flicking the lolly stem across the room. “Litterer … ” You whimper out.

“Shut up.” He crunches the candy, his hand traveling up your skirt, his large callused finger grazing over your thighs traveling to your hips. A gasp escapes your mouth his thumb hooking onto your panties, tugging them off. He lifts each leg, whilst pulling them off, causally tossing them to the side. He then pulls up one of your legs while spreading apart the other. It takes him one hand to undo his belt and pull out his visibly pulsing cock. “Thanks for helping,” he sarcastically tells you.

“Be quiet,” in a breathy low voice, adjusting your hips forward, silently welcoming him.

His face is serious, much like when he’s in battle. Wincing a bit when his cock enters your pussy, easing in through the folds. A low guttural grunt falls out, as you both watch the slowly meticulous way he disappears into your tight cunt.

With every inch entering, he feels your walls greedily welcoming him in, enticing Kusakabe farther and farther in. It seems like it takes forever—in the most pleasantly, pleasurable way possible—but when his pelvis finally hits your inner thigh, his eyes flicker for a brief, moment. Longer when he sees you—with parted lips—wrap an arm around his broad, wide shoulders only to start to grind your hips back and forth on him opening yourself even more.

Another low groan has he pulls out slightly, watching as his cock is already glazed with your wetness. His head twitches as he thrusts back into you, setting a steady pace. Your grip on him tightens, breath hitching each time he thrusts into you, expertly hitting that spot within you with precision and skill. Never missing a beat.

Already your face buries into his shoulder eyes fluttering closed at the immense yet pleasurable pressure that Kusakabe is giving to you. His hand still holding your left leg up, whilst the other grips tightly, yet gently on your hips along with your skirt, keeping you steady. You let out a whine feeling his tough body against yours.

His slight grin, always pushed to the side of his face as though it’s hard for him to actually smile paired with his sharp, pointed features. And that trademark blasé voice that oozes with agitation—now tinged with lust. “Who’s whining now huh?” His breath hitching with every snap of his hip.

“Quiet.” He chuckles, repeatedly shoving himself into you. Filling your pussy so much so like it’s his rightful place. “An-and just—you’re still an asshole.”

He slowly pulls back to look at you, his pace stopping, blinking blankly as though you have just said the dumbest thing ever. Only when you smile mischievously, pushing yourself onto him does he pulls you closer, making you gasp and push into your fleshy walls. Your face drops forward in surprise of his girth. “Anything more to say?” But you just blink slowly, lips lay slightly apart as he thrusts deeper in, and soon begins a grueling pace.

He grunts at you to say ‘yeah I thought so’, making you hold back a giggle—until your body jolts. You grip onto his shirt—his chest, trying to match his rhythm. Kusakabe watches on, his breath becoming more uneven. Little whimpers flow out from your beautiful lips, which each thrust.

You start to feel the room spin as your fingertips clench onto his shirt. His head slowly turns to it, an indication of what he’s doing right. With ease, he lifts you fully on the table, pushing his shirt to the side, watching again as his cock disappears into your folds, continuing to fuck into you.

A pressure building up, in your lower abdomen. Building and building with each thrust, each poke in your g-spot. Your grip becomes loose yet you continue to try to reach failing to hold each time, even though you are close to him. Instead, he grabs your arms, guiding them around his shoulders.

Your hand splayed on the back of his skull, fingers gripping the soft tufts of hair. Forcing his eyes to look down at you (not that he’s complaining). His eyes are now jet black with lust, but they look so tenderly at you. Even Atsuya’s face is soft. He leans in slightly, his head tilting to kiss you softly dreading to part. But you break away with a moan but he chases you, wanting more. Needing more.

You feel your body matching his thrusts, dumbly chasing him, even as he holds your hips down—finally that pressure bursts and you come, moaning on his tongue. As you arch back from the pleasure, your arms fall, draping over his hard chest. But he pulls you back, thrusting into you.

His face is serious and concentrated as though he is in some sort of battle. Watching on as the veins in biceps and neck trot out.

He cups the back of your neck with a chunk of your hair thrusting hard and feverishly into you, grunting harshly. His face contorts in the ‘thinking Kusakabe’ you know so well. Eyes studied, brow furrowed, his grunts growing heavier.

With a thrust, he finally comes, spilling himself into your walls forcing another gasp from you. Your fingertips trail down his shirt as he thrusts, again, and again. Hard, meticulous thrusts, draining everything out of him.

He looks at you, his breath slowly coming back. His eyes dart up and down, the brown in them slowly reappearing. Atsuya looks almost … bashful. “So … You like coffee or something?”

You can’t think straight—not knowing if you do or not, but you only manage to nod with your head. “Okay …” He pulls out groaning at the release and the cool air hitting the warm flesh. Kuskabe looks at you: swollen lips, eyes half closed, with messy hair, sitting on the table. Chest heaving up and down, your legs still wide apart, your skirt bunched, wrinkled to your waist, and his seed dripping from your folds. “… Geez …” He blinks dumbly.

Sukuna

You stand and watch on as Sukuna once again torments some helpless soul. “… bastard …” Your eyes widen—you never meant to say that out loud. The entire throne room gasps in shock. His head tilts your way., propped up by two of his hands, hiding his mouth,. It’s too late to back down now. “You heard me. You’re a piece of shit and a monster at that.” You stare at him deep into his quadrupedal eyes. “And I hate you … with a passion.”

For a moment time stops and everyone quiets, the silence so deafening that you hear a single bead of sweat drip to the floor from the old man in the far corner. Instead of yelling or killing you, his eyes turn upside down—the bastard is amused.

—

Next, you find your back hitting a wall, his smiling face, canine’s bearing all. His two lower hands grip your thighs, pulling your robe up, as another holds your arms above you. His mouth devouring yours in a hungered kiss. “I hate you,” you say again between heated kisses. He laughs.

He balances you easily whilst he pulls his cock out—well two, making you gasp. “Hate me now huh brat? You’ll see.” His face leans right up against your own. “You’ll hate it when I finish,” leaning in even closer, his breath becoming your own, “you’ll be begging for more.” He traces your lips with his tongue.

You gasp at the sudden wetness between your legs, looking down seeing his second mouth lick warm stripes on your inner thigh. “You—” You hiss, trying to pull your arms from him as he giggles to himself. But the feeling … He watches as your eyes start to slowly flutter. Your hips grind forward, grinding into the tongue below as it circles your labia and asshole leaving a trail of wet saliva.

It flicks at your clit making your body jolt upwards before sucking at it.

The moans and cries that come from you, Sukuna almost becomes jealous … of himself, pulling his lower tongue from you, you whine missing it, “be quiet, you brat.” (he’s definitely jealous). Lining cock. His face is so serious, so charged as he guides himself into you. Sinking your entire body inch by inch onto his cock.

The immediate stretch makes your eyes widen and mouth swing open.

Sukuna smirks knowing whats next. He pulls back, that smirk growing. Just before you’re about to ask, you look down, and vaguely see him clench his other cock readying it at your asshole. “Oh—” Before you can finish your words, he thrusts his cock into your asshole, filling both your pussy and ass with his thick shafts. Thrusting both in until his pelvis hits your inner thigh.

You whimper at the sudden fullness on both ends. Your vagina would be enough, but now both …

He thrusts again, and again, making your body bounce up and down on his massive cocks. The moan you let out—like a siren’s call. All he can do is smile and watch you euphoric face as he thrusts both cocks into you filling you in ways you’ve never imagined.

You eyes start to flutter close, heat rushing to your face, your belly. “Who’s talking now huh?” His wonderfully rustic voice booming down at you, all with a slight pant. “Come on woman, say something. Or unless you love it?” A low chuckle falls out.

“Fuck you. I hate you.” But the look of your face, but don’t stop, please don’t stop. He releases your arms and grips onto your ass pulling your cheeks farther apart and his other hands each still grip behind your knees holding you up.

You cling onto his tattooed shoulders, fingernails embedded into him, feeling the tight muscles contract underneath your touch. Soon the waves of pleasure start to rush over your body. “I-I—”

He chuckles, “I-I” mocking your stuttering state, he scoffs. But he knows what you mean, he can feel it.Thrusting harder, deeper, faster. Watching on as your face contorts into a blissful state.

Like a tsunami, the pleasure washes over you, making your fingers latch onto him like a life source. Your legs shake, and tremble, and words pour out of your mouth that you have no idea their meanings. Your grip so tight that it would rip a normal man part.

But he does not stop. Four crimson eyes glowing at you, sweat dyeing the edges of his pink hair a darker shade. Dripping down the black tattoos, highlighting them more and the curvy muscles they were inked on. Biting his lower lip, whilst fucking all he has into you. Low guttural grunts emulating from his bobbing throat.

Looking at him, his face, so concentrated, his pointed features so strong and fair. His muscles convulsing to and fro with each and every thrust into you. The sight of looking down and seeing not one but two massive cocks disappear into you. You look towards the sky, your voice vibrating, “I fucking hate you so much.”

He grabs onto your neck. His lips glide over your skin, feeling every heavy breath. “Shut. Up.” He pants onto you, leaving your skin heated and moist. His view dips down to where he watches as his cocks glisten with your slickness. Just as you did, watching as they disappear.

His grip tightens and you watch as one hand holds onto the wall, fingers gripping so tight, creating holes in said walls. Sukuna stands taller, his face serious as he gives you all he has, thrusting his cocks deep, deep, so very deep where you can feel every vein and every pulse as he fills you with his seed. In both ends. One final thrust. Two finals thrusts, harder than the last, Making sure that he gives you everything.

He stands there, still. Two sets of eyes staring down at you. For what seems like a while, there is silence. Only his audible sighs as his breathing goes back to normal. Is he still going to kill me, hurt me? As though he read your mind, Sukuna leans in with a surprising tender kiss, sucking at your lower lip.

He still easily holds you as he pulls out, in a short time, you feel the opaque seed drip down out of both holes. The feeling, surreal.

He smirks a sideways grin, “hate me now?”

Higuruma

You enter the elevator holding bags from your recent shopping trip. Glancing down fondly at that magazine poking out from you bag, counting the seconds until you can read it. “Hey!” someone calls out. But that voice ...

Immediately, your thumb frantically pushes the button to shut the door. Of course, it’s the time he comes home. He being that lawyer you loathe so much running through, making you roll your eyes. “Hello.” The way he smiles at you, the little creases around his big eyes … The way his pretty hair bounces as he jogs in the elevator. His sexy just overall walk. You hate it.

Always trying to talk to you, but when he does he’s always correcting. Always showing off his intelligence. Boasting, always.

Higuruma looks down, eyeing that magazine you picked up, “you see, actually—” his long finger up in the air, paired with a little smirk as he schools you on the magazine’s subject. A matter you know lots about already. Yet still spoiling everything in those bounded papers.

“Anyway … I have off tonight, I was thinking we can grab some dinner? Tell you more about that.” He taps the magazine in your hand.

“You don’t get it do you?” His eyes open, beaming down at you, not fully understanding, “all book smart and no common sense huh? The way you talk people sometimes. It can be demeaning. Not everyone is as smart.”

“Well,” he tugs on his tie, “maybe if more people applied themselves—”

“No.” You lift a finger up at him shushing him, mocking him a bit. His eyes tracing it, holding back a smirk. “see, there you go. Not everyone is smart like you.” He blinks in response. “I really dislike you, please leave me alone.”

He looks down at you, “hmp …” adjusting his tie once again.

—

Your body bounces off his plush couch. Hovering over you, he pulls off his black jacket then tugging off his jade green tie before pushing his way through your legs and to your lips sucking away at all of the insecurities.

His large thick hand—surprising for a fancy lawyer like him—holds onto your face, his thumb tracing the side of your jawline as his tongue pushes in asserting his dominance. He pulls back unbuckling his pants.

You watch with bated breath as his pulls his cock out. Higurma, too hasty to even pull his pants off, climbs back on top of you. His slender fingers find under your skirt, pushing the wet fabric to the side. As they glide and play with your sensitive flesh.

“I never meant anything like that.” But your breath hitches. “All I wanted was to help you … And maybe, show off a bit.” His sincere eyes land back on you, watching as the pleasure washes over you with each circle of his finger. Oh, how he dreamed of doing this to you. You on his couch ready to take him … His eyebrows wrinkle at the sight of you already becoming undone, even biting his lip just a bit.

“Please …” You purr.

“As you wish.” He pushes down onto you, lining his cock rubbing it against your labia, collecting any and all slickness before looking back to your face, studying you as he eases himself into your cunt.

The moan you let out fills the room, turning into whines as he continues to ease his length all the way into you, making your back arch in pleasure. Higuruma grinds into you, always studying the adorable looks on your face.

He smirks and gives a little chuckle—you were worth the wait, so very worth it—before lowering down, devouring your lips again, as his hips begin to snap into you.

The sounds of moans, grunts, skin slapping, already making him undone. For so many late nights how we wished he could embrace you and have you begging him for more while he thrusts into you like he was made for you.

His eyes flicker open and together you stare at each other like old reunited lovers. You caress his face just as he bites his lower lip, his hand wraps around the top of your head (also to keep you from moving too much) and he kisses you deeply and passionately, breaking away with a small groan.

Something is a bit off. The couch is not letting your left leg to open wide enough—everything must be perfect. With ease, Higuruma pulls you on top of him where he now sits, his back to the couch sighing out pleasantly at the sight of you taking him inside.

The lawyer becomes transfixed as you grip onto his shoulder and ride his cock like a professional. Your hair swishes to the side and he sits there dumbfounded, watching your hips move back and forth, hypnotizing him.

Seeing him, leaning back, his hand lazily holding your thighs as you continue to fuck him. A far cry from the put together lawyer you always see. Glazed eyes, that little tuft of hair on his forehead that always seem to fall, slick with sweat. His white shirt wrinkled—and as we speak is being pulled up so that he can watch his dick vanish in your sweet cunt and look on in awe as your clitoris rub against his dark happy trail.

Still whimpering from the constant thrusts to your cunt, your fingers find their way in his dark hair, pulling his lips to yours. The grip on his hair tightens and he moans into your mouth. Keeping him here, you continue to ride him—this tie completely taking over—allowing him to sit back and feel it all.

It feels too good, he looks too good.

For Hiromi, it’s a dream come true for him, watching you fuck yourself on his cock. Using him as your own personal fuck toy. He lets out a small chuckle which turns into a groan.

Your breath keeps hitching, getting caught in your throat. The sudden clench of his cocks alerts him to grab onto your hips and take over, leaning forward towards you. Large doe brown eyes never leaving you. Thrusting mercilessly into you. Watching your chest rise and fall until you snap. Feeling your walls grip onto him for dear life, he embraces you, wrapping you into his strong arms and into the couch as he rides you out.

Your voice panting and he, eyes glued shut still riding out your orgasm chasing his rapidly approaching own, his face digging into your right shoulder. You pull at his hair once again, causing him to grunt at the wonderful tug.

With his thrusts growing increasingly erratic and little whimpers still trickling out from your swollen lips as you stare at him, you start to match his rhythm, fucking him as a way of an apology. All this wasted time …

Digging his fingers into your thighs, still chasing, chasing until he catches it, thrusting his cock into your sensitive cunt, allowing him to catch that climax.

His deep voice, whimpering as he thrusts again, and again—filling you with his cum.

Higuruma’s back hits the cushioned couch with a thud. His chest heaves up and down, calming down from the best sex of his life. He thrusts one last time making sure to empty himself out completely, giving you one last moan.