More sheltered farm boy Clark because I love him <3
Clark whoās obsessed with you riding him, practically begs for it every time you guys have sex. And donāt get me wrong, you love riding him. Heās already thick and long, hitting every spot inside you with devastating accuracy. Cowgirl just emphasizes it. His bulbous tip smooches your cervix with every bounce. You can grind your clit against his stomach, and the soft friction has you twitching. But his size means you have to spread your thighs until theyāre burning, until youāre whimpering from the stretch. Each bounce has you panting from effort.
Clark was raised a gentleman, taught to always treat his girl like the pearl she is. He carries the mental load of living with you. Holds your purse and any bags when youāre together, carries you if your feet hurt, even has a little list of your orders at your regular places. So of course Clark wants to help.
His hips begin moving in time with yours, helping you bounce on it. His hands move to your ass, squeezing and grasping at the flesh. He even uses a bit of that renowned super strength to help lift you. The feeling of him taking control sends your head reeling, your moans growing louder. And that sends him into a frenzy. You like it. Heās pleasing you. So his arms wrap tighter around you, and his hips move harder and fastee. Soon youāve lost control and now Clarkās pounding into you from below, balls wet with your combined arousal as he keeps going.
Heās whimpering about wanting to help, needing to take care of his girl. You canāt reply; each knock against your cervix has you creaming his cock and your vision whiting out. Youāre limp, just a wet, slick hole for him to fuck. When your orgasm hits, itās without warning. Youāre thrashing in his arms from the force of it.
It has been 11 days since I turned 25, I still am a virgin. I have 354 days to become the succubus that I know I can be, or I will have to keep the status of āvirginā forever consciously.
I pray that my virtue is soiled by an extremely attractive 6ā4 brute brute burly man very very gently and lovingly
ragebaiting gruff older bf toji, except you're all sweet about it ā”
hes by the door first, boots half on, shoulders already set like hes halfway out of the house, and youre leaned against the wall watching him with that soft, sweet look that never matches what comes out of your mouth.
"...when are you leaving again?" you ask gently, voice light like youre just making conversation.
"couple minutes," he mutters, not looking up, hands busy with his laces.
"thank god."
his hands stop, not even subtly, just completely still, head lifting slowly as his eyes cut toward you, sharp and unimpressed, jaw tightening as he takes you in.
"watch how you speak to me," he says, low.
you blink at him like you didnt say anything wrong, then lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek, warm and quick, right over the tension sitting there.
"youll be back later," you murmur sweetly.
that doesnt help at all. his hand drags down his face before it drops to your waist, pulling you in just enough to make you stumble closer.
"you gettin' real comfortable talkin' like that," he mutters. "keep pushin' me."
you just hum, pleased with yourself.
later, after he comes home, youre stretched across him on the couch, soft and settled like you havent been picking at him all day, even over text while he was at work. your weight pressed into his chest while his hand moves slowly along your back, steady and absent.
the room is quiet.
"ā¦what did you think of me the first time you saw me?" you ask, tilting your head slightly as you look up at him.
he glances down at you, fingers pausing for a second before continuing their slow path.
"thought you were real cute," he says. "real quietā¦kept lookin' at me like you didnt know what to do with yourself."
your lips twitch just slightly.
"figured youd be trouble." he adds, thumb dragging along your side. "didnt think youd stick around." that lands softer than you expect, and you let it sit, and then-
"I thought you were a piece of shit."
his hand stops flat against your back.theres a beat where he just stares at you, brows pulling together, something between disbelief and irritation settling in his expression.
"ā¦you got a real nice way'a talkin 'bout your man," he mutters, voice low and rough. you look up at him like its nothing.
"you looked mean," you add softly.
his jaw shifts, tongue pressing against his cheek before he exhales through his nose, clearly annoyed, clearly holding it back. before you can answer, you lean up and press a slow kiss to his jaw, right over the tension, letting it linger just a second longer.
"I like you now," you murmur.
his hand slides up to the back of your neck, not rough but firm, holding you there like hes deciding what to do with you.
"good," he mutters. "keep it that way."
by the time evening hits, hes already in a bad mood, shoulders tight when he drops onto the couch, one hand dragging over his face like the days been getting on his nerves from the start.
you dont give him a second to settle.
youre already climbing into his lap, soft and clingy, knees pressing into either side of him while your hands settle on his shoulders like you belong there.
"toji," you murmur, then again, softer, "tojiā¦.tojiā¦toji.."
he exhales hard, head tipping back slightly as you keep going, your voice deliberately sweet and repetitive while your lips press quick, warm kisses across his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his mouth.
"you dont know when to quit, do you." he mutters, voice rough, irritation clear even as his hands settle on your waist.
you dont stop.
"tojiā¦tojiā¦" you repeat, pressing another kiss to his jaw, slower this time. his grip tightens slightly, pulling you closer instead of pushing you away, breath heavier now as he looks at you.
"been waitin all day to get on my nerves," he adds, eyes narrowing just a little.
you hum softly, pressing one more kiss to his cheek, slower now, softer, like youre easing him down instead of winding him up.
"maybe." you say.
he stares at you for a second, jaw tight, irritation still there but slipping, worn down by the way you keep touching him, the way you stay close instead of backing off. his hand slides up your back, pressing you in against him, holding you there like hes given in whether he wants to admit it or not.
you just smile against his skin, soft and smug, kissing him again, slower this time, lingering at the corner of his mouth before shifting to his cheek.
"you love me," you whisper.
"yeah?" he mutters, quieter now.
his grip loosens just enough to settle, his thumb dragging slow along your side while his breathing evens out, the tension finally easing out of his shoulders, and you kiss him again like youre sealing it.
and then- his hand lands on your ass, sharp and firm where he gives you a swat. you squeak, jolting up, and he just huffs a laugh.
ushijima wakatoshi who has no idea how well he fucks you on his fat cock until youāre completely boneless and pliant beneath him afterwards, still quivering from the power and strength of his thrustsā¦. thankfully heās the same man whoās more than happy to carry you to the bathroom without complaint too
āHey why the hairless pussy? Whatās the point of going down there if youāre not getting a face full of fur?ā Wtffff soldier boy thatās such a manly hot thing to say youāre a real fucking eater
taking the threshold of adulthood as 18, you are likely to spend at least 52 years as a fully grown adult
at the age of 30 you have lived less than one quarter of your adult life (12/52 years)
'middle age' is typically considered to be between 45-65
it is extremely common to switch careers, start new relationships, emigrate, go to college for the first or second time, or make other life-changing decisions in middle age
it's wild that I even have to spell it out, but older adults (60+) still have social lives and hobbies and interests.
you can still date when you get old. you can still fuck. you can still learn new skills, be fashionable, be competitive. you can still gossip, you can still travel, you can still read. you can still transition. you can still come out.
young doesn't mean peaked. you're inexperienced in your 20s! you're still learning and practicing! you're developing social skills and muscle memory that will last decades!
there are a million things to do in the world, and they don't vanish overnight because an imaginary number gets too big
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āĖ ā mdni ; pervert bf š°ojo offers you a massage š . ŻĖ
gojoās offer for a massage was hardly innocent, you clocked that when heād told you that you had to be completely naked. something you didnāt see as necessary but you really wanted a massageā¦ so what the hell.
his fingers dig into all your knots, the pressure he's using perfect. your body relaxes more and more under him despite the fact youāre undressed. the more you relax, the more his hands travel lower and lower.
attentive in how he touches you, careful not to hurt you. still traveling further down your body until heās grabbing at your ass. you grumble halfheartedly, ānot my back, satoru.ā
āi know what iām doing, sweetie,ā he replies coolly.
a gasp pulls from you when he pulls your cheeks apart, thumbs sliding down to part your pussy. soft groan leaving him at the sight. youāre dripping, all wet and gooey from him touching you so innocently.
"how about..." his thumb dips into your drooling hole, "...i massage your womb?"
"you're such aā" your words die in your throat because he's pulled his hands away only to rest his tip at your entrance. has he been naked the whole time too?
"biiiig stretch," you can hear the grin in his voice.
his cock splitting you open has your mouth parting with pitiful moans, you'd arch your back into him but he's leant down. pressing his entire body up against yours from above. you're immobile, only able to take his thick cock and whine about it.
gojoās hands slip under your body to grope your tits, hips grinding against you. the tip of his cock doing as he said ā massaging your womb. it feels so overwhelming, your body was already in bliss from his massage and now your cunt feels heavenly.
face turned to the side and resting against the pillows, panting out soft whimpers every time his dick rubs against something devastating. he's not even thrusting, just rutting up against you.
he presses a sloppy kiss to your open mouth, tongue licking at you with it. his eyes are all glazed over, skin flushing pretty pink with his own arousal. "you're gonna cum soon, huh?" he giggles at you, at your messy state.
the hands on your tits pinch your nipples between his fingers and you're embarrassed that it has you cumming. pussy shivering around his cock as you finish, desperately trying to suck him in deeper. if he weren't holding you so still with his own body, your hips would be fucking back onto him.
you tuck your face into the pillow, hiding your fucked out expression from him. he whinges at you, "don't be like that." he leaves kisses on the side of your head, "c'mon, look at me, pretty." when you don't turn immediately, he bites your shoulder, "look at me or i'm gonna edge you all night."
hesitantly, you turn to look at him. you know you must look a mess, teary eyes and spit in the corners of your mouth from drool. to gojo, you couldn't look any better, his eyes bright with his excitement. you can feel the way his dick throbs inside you, his gaze fixed on your face.
"satoruā hngā"
as soon as you call his name, he's cumming. cock twitching as he whimpers, biting into his lower lip as he dumps his load deep inside your sweet pussy. he refuses to break eye contact, obsessed with how you look right now.
shudders run through the both of you, coming down from your respective highs. he's still painfully hard and you can feel the way his seed is leaking from your over-stuffed cunt.
gojo thrusts his hips a little, the look on his face delirious, "let's do that again, yeah?"
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