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meet the father of my children

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chat i think im in love

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pantystealer!choso thinks he’s slick, and for some time he is. it had all began when he found your dirty laundry mixed with his. he wasn’t complaining. he especially wasn’t complaining when he found it was a pair of light pink lace panties amongst his shirts and trousers. he brought a hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, a light blush dusting his cheeks. he paused for a second before picking it up, turning around to call you before the dark spot on your panties caught his eye, causing him to let out a guttural groan.

choso complains to you about how the basement washing machines must be eating all the clothes, how apparently his clothes have been going missing. planting the seed of doubt made it so much easier for him to perv around. you’re not home? perfect, choso will rummage through drawers, searching for your undergarments. you need to wash a load? choso is the perfect roommate, insisting on taking your clothes downstairs to wash, and does it oh, so diligently. when you’re only a room away and he tugs his cock in the dead of night with your underwear wrapped around him, he does so with a heavy heart, unable to free himself from his depraved habit.

it’s only a few weeks later when you two are eating together for the first time in weeks, does he realise his scheme has been foiled. you sit beside him, knees touching, when you excuse yourself to grab something. choso, being the degenerate he is, can't help but let his eyes travel up your legs to underneath your skirt, where he is greeted by your bare pussy, glistening under the light of the living room. he has no time to compose himself, letting out a strangled gasp. you look down at him with a saccharine smile. "sorry cho, did i not mention how i've ran out of underwear?"

and that is how he finds himself quivering and trembling under you, his hands trying to dictate the pace of your riding. his attempt to seize control contradicts the short moans and gasps you're pulling out from him. the way his ruddy tip gives your cervix a sweet kiss every so often has him keening. "cho- choso, i can't believe you went through all that effort, to- to hide how dirty you really are." you moan above him.

his dark tufts of hair littering his pubic bone scratch deliciously against your centre of nerves, causing you to squeeze and clench around him. "i-i'm sorry, i jus-." he chokes out as you tug on his raven locks. you place pecks along his delicate cheekbones, lipgloss leaving shiny marks. he feels you tighten around him and throws his head into the crook of your neck, big arms snaking around the circle of your waist to let him thrust up into you.

you let out a whine and tug your bottom lip between your pearly teeth. "don't stop, baby, right there!" egged on by your words, choso continues his ministrations, until he finds you milking him for all he's worth, cunt clenching like a vice as you spill all over his thighs, making a mess. he follows suit, spurting out white ribbons of hot cum, before slumping forward against you.

you run your hands through his hair, smoothing and caressing him. you laugh, the noise melodious in the sex- filled air. "you're taking me shopping tomorrow for some underwear. you can pick out a few pieces as well." choso looks up at your grin, a deep blush rushing to his face. his head falls on your chest, finding purchase between the valley of your breasts.

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reunion sex was unfathomable with gojo. his lips never leaving yours. a clash of teeth. heavy panting. skin sheen with sweat. it’s the yearning, the clumsy touches, the pure desperation.

you tugged at his lily locks to bring him forward to you, and gojo groaned from the dull pain of your pull, abs flush against your back as he hastily plowed himself into you. your slick allowed for an ease in movement, and he brought one hand down away from your tit to tease and flick at the delicious bundle of nerves, hidden beneath your hood.

you squeal out in ecstasy, tears threatening to escape your eyes. he pulls out and turns you on your back, pushing your knees to your chest, before bottoming in you again, knocking whatever wind you had left in your lungs out.

he presses all his body weight against you, opting for shallow thrusts, trying to get even more impossibly closer to you. he captures your lips in a tender kiss, contradictory to the assault he was launching on your pussy. he unsheathed himself from your glove of a cunt, leaving just his tip in, before slamming into again at full force. your tears broke free like a dam, racing down your cheeks and he lapped them right up, savouring the saltiness against the sweetness of your skin.

“best believe i’m never leaving your side again, sweetheart. d-don’t know how i lasted so long without your cunt.” he whined. his broad shoulders kept your knees knocking against your temples, and your fingers snaked behind to his nape to bring his head to the crook of your neck. “don’t ever leave me baby, i can’t han- handle it!” you cried between thrusts. “i love you so much!” his handsome face littered with thin scars scrunched from your confession, his dick throbbing.

he felt himself grow harder and saw the alarm in your face and moaned. “oh yeah?” he jackhammers into you at a lethal pace, ruddy tip prodding your cervix. “gonna have to marry you then, never let me leave, huh?” you felt yourself clench around him, hearing his promise and he lets out a breathy laugh.

every snap of his hips against yours was bruising, having one intention and one intention only; to make sure your warm cavern remembered the shape of his dick, stayed as a mould of his dick. the scar circling his torso flexed with every thrust, the colour of the blemish contrasting against the pale skin. your feather- like hand moved towards the mark, gently caressing it. you whispered his name and called out to him like a prayer, like he was your saviour, your solution to every problem.

truth be told he was. being with you again was nauseating, an attachment so sickening. his lack of control and composure when he stepped through that door was insane, hands itching to be on you.

his relentless pumping and your essence had formed a glossy ring of white around the base of his cock, and he knew one thing for sure, he would never leave your side again.

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newlywed!sylus who couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into your plush skin that had him entranced the entire ceremony. seeing you in white made him dizzy.

after bidding goodbye to your guests and leaving, all that could be heard in your hotel room was the sound of heavy breathing and kissing. sylus had all but molded himself to you, his hands travelling everywhere all at once. clad in your white veil, lace garter belt and stockings; sylus in his dress shirt, tie, and dress pants that were tightening by the minute.

his lips grazed the curve of your neck, his hands coming up to move your veil aside so he could latch his lips onto that sweet spot just behind your ear. you carded your fingers through his white tresses whilst squealing at his movement. he purposely pulled up to gauge a reaction from you. “leave your tie on, sy.” you whispered him, with your honeyed voice, avoiding his gaze. sylus looked down at you, a small tug of his lips. “why’s that, sweetie?”

“so i can do this.”

you pulled down suddenly on his tie to bring him back to your level and gave him a searing kiss, your grip never faltering. you felt sylus’ smile against your red lips. you broke apart and sylus looked at you with a tenderness in his carmine eyes, your lipstick smeared. “whatever the wife says.”

“i have to reward my wife for her courage, don’t you think?” he spoke aloud, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt and loosening his tie. he gently guided you until your back met the wall and he got on his knees. running a hand up your leg, his agile fingers fiddling with the sheer material of your stockings. throwing one leg over his broad shoulder so that he was met with your bare pussy, swollen and glistening under the light of the room

without warning, he glided his fingers between your folds, making sure the cold metal of his wedding band made contact. your legs buckled. his hand moved with ease, manoeuvres unchallenged from how wet you were. he sighed, warm breath fanning against your clenching hole, before licking one long stripe against your wetness. “can’t believe this cunt is mine for the rest of my life. i could die a happy man.”

sylus would put down his gun, leave his life of violence behind and write poems about you. your hair, your skin, your smile. he’d follow you to the ends of this world and the next, worshipping the very ground you walk on, the air you breath. his to hold and cherish, for better or worse, in sickness and in health.