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bye i miss u sm ❤️‍🩹 starting uni again is horrifying >~<

forgot to mention that my gramps died so ive been helping his wife and my mama with some stuff for his mass and its hella hectic and tiring that's why ive not posted in 1+ week since catholic mass for deceased people lasts a week or nine days (in this particular instance 7 days) anygays thank you for almost 100 followers means a lot , i'll be back 👍 .

dilf!choso was a sight for sore eyes, that much was a fact, his shaggy, jetblack hair, tired eyes, muscular build, face tattoo and the love he had for his boy and girl twins, as well as his baby brother, would melt anyone away! however, he was a man of apathetic nature. so he never really paid much attention to you outside of your babysitting his children and baby brother.

he was polite and all, but choso kept you at arms length the first few months of working at his house. 'whatever' you would tell yourself, he was a recent divorceé, of course, the least thing he would want is to be around women more than necessary.

but that did not stop you from glancing at him a few seconds too long while going for a jog in the park or when he decided to cook. slowly but surely you were becoming a sucker for dilf!choso. it's true! you even found yourself giggling like a shoolgirl at his god-awful dad jokes.

this little attraction for choso didn't come unnoticed to the kids. "big sis...why do you keep steawing at big bro cho?"

"can i tell you a secret little yuu? you two want to hear it, too?" you hurdled the babies in a tight nit circle. leaving the toy trucks and princesses behind. after all, this was a top secret matter, "this is a secret choso can't know: i find your brother and daddy really handsome."

there was a collective gasp before the twins began to squeal and whisper in eachothers ear, yuuji covered his little mouth, "then pwease big sis, take care of papa wike you do us!" yelled the pair of siblings together.

whatever could those little siblings even mean when declaring that?

but boy, you would take phenomenal care of him, just not quite how the kids could ever imagine...like now.

you spent most days fantasizing the ways in which dilf!choso would moan, shudder and mewl while getting his cock milked. were they low grunts? or was he on the more vocal side? aparrently he was a mix of both. his neglected cock twitched at every stroke and caress you gave it. such pleasure inducing release made it near impossible for choso to contain his low grunts with needy words stringing along soon after.

"haa~ you're so-so god at this, sweetheart." he whispered as his head flew back to rest on your shoulder.

"keep your eyes on the mirror mr. kamo." there was no doubt it had been a good chunk of time since choso had felt the touch of a woman. you speculated that even before the divorce his marriage had gone stale in the intimmacy department. and it was your due diligence to bring that spark back to him.

what the mirror on choso's room reflected was a sight he neverthough he would ever witnessed. his hips rocking along the rythm you set and his neck subjected with wet kisses by a beautiful, young woman.

through lidded eyes, he cought glimpses of your plump lipsnd choso wondered of its taste. 'kiss me' he would babble through strings of moans. once catching his words you complied to his sweet demand. you turned his head with your free hand and plaed your lips on his, gently and soft at first, edging him for more. but these deliate kisses broke him, not holding himself any loner droplets of cum began to adorn his exposed belly and thighs.

"fuck~" choso was worried, now that he realized you and your need for pleasure were set into a secondary position,as he voiced this concern you just laughed.

"don't worry," you purred as you felt his limp cock hardening by the second again, "we got all day, don't we?"

fratboy!toji is nothing less than a menace to society.

now tell me, and stay with me on this one, what do people think when it comes to fratboys? the average person would usually think of the following traits: dumb, self-centered, fuckboys, party animals, muscles and no brain, arrogant, reckless, immature even. however, toji wasn't your average 'sigma kappa tau' member. he is the three big C's in a nutshell. cunning, cold, and calculating, but of course, these are the only traits that differentiate him from being a good old regular frat bud.

he is a party animal, through and through.

he is arrogant and self-centered; there is no question about it.

he is a fuckboy, with his looks it would be a crime not to be. and he would never turn down a pretty face, ever.

nevertheless, he was an above average student, muscles and brain type of guy—not a top valedictorian student, though. he knew the spotlight brought nothing but prying eyes and trouble. as edgy as it sounds, he liked to stay in the shadows, away from the lime light.

he is the thinking head behind the 'sigma kappa tau' house. he coordinated the parties, found desperate nerds, ones who thought they were good enough candidates to be part of the 'brotherhood', to clean up after. and he indeed financed these parties via not so legal means. it was somewhat of an open secret/rumor that toji was a plug.

he knew a lot of people who dabbled in various things, so in just the dial of the phone he got it for you, and everything that you might be desperate to latch your hands on.

you needed a gram of blow, weed, oxy, burner phones, getaway car, or contraband alcohol? don't worry! toji was handling it to you by sundown.

or perhaps you need information on someone? at least that's what it seemed to be the case with you.

"so you know where that creep is?" the ticking of the clock was defening in the stagnant silence. you shifted your weight on the couch, your gaze trailed toji's every step and move he took.

"of course i know, princess." he lowers the brick phone to his chest to look at your pretty, dolled up figure. it was impossible for him not to walk your way and catch your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his. yet you jerked away from his touch, not taking even a grain of his performative, affectionate gestures. obviously, he was charming, got muscled for days, evil as shit, and that chiseled god-like face is just your type down to a t. but then again, you were nothing less than a hater of his stupid, little games.

"just tell me where they are fushiguro," you might be dressed in all pastels and fancy skirts bestowing an innocent, preppy act. but the death stare you gave the frat revealed your nature perfectly, toji's breath hitched, your cold eyes stirred up hardcore emotions inside him. he's an adrenaline junkie, one who lusts after control and being above anyone, nevertheless, you are not easily swayed...yet.

"only if you take me."

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lazy fucks with suguru were your pussy squeezes and strokes his cock slowly, but deliciously while being on top of him. a string of smoke left his pierced lips, the cigarette taste was putrid as always but the nicotine hit was always welcomed and enjoyed.

suguru traces with the tip of his digits from your pelvis up through your tits all the way towards your lips. he had the lit cig right between the nooks of his fingers, gesturing you to take a drag. you, of course, take it and inhale the smoke.

you thow your head back finding comfort in the numbing of the drug, yet nothing beat the feeling of being stuffed full by your boyfriend's dick, that's for sure.

you began to rock your hips more aggressively, sliding yourself on him up and down. that little itch for pleasure doesn't leave with the nicotine, if anything it amplifies the urge. you settle on the ash tray what was left of the cigarette.

suguru's lips turn into a smile as he sees his girl use him to get off as she pleases. suguru pinches on your nipples to pull you in for a kiss. a giggle slips out of you while being brought in to his lips and pinch him back on his sides. eventually your kisses became heated and desperate, your moans and pleads for him are synonymous to melodies to his ears.

and he couldn't help but think, as his large hands grips your ass to firmly guide you on him, what did he do to deserve moments like this.