c0ckdrunkk

[c0ckdrunkk]

I'll Hex You, I'll Possess You!!

not sorry that my alc crazed brain gave birth to these horny thoughts on whiskeydick!toji

i just know whiskeydick!toji would play pool on nights he's too out of it to gamble,

a couple too many beers in and he's looking at you bent over the table, not a clue on how to use the long wooden stick in your pretty hands (since he's only taught you how to use them on him)

whiskeydick!toji whose hands, bored by the bottle in them, need your plush skin in their grip. no more than a weak man at the sight of the hips about to bear his child by the end of this night, he gives into his instinct

whiskeydick!toji whose instinct was to engulf you from behind, calloused hand guiding your fingers to feel the hard wood of the cue stick up, while the other delves into the waistband of whatever it was keeping his pussy from him.

"bent over the table s'pretty ma-" he draws on, placing that huge head on your shoulder, clearly struggling to keep his balance (and his distance)

"-but that arch could use some fixin."

and before you knew it you were riding his thigh, rubbing the clit he riled up with the promise of a some good dick, just because the stupid manslut couldn't get his drunk dick up.

"fix that d-ngh-dick first" you managed to get out, when you felt whiskeydick!toji tug back at a fistful of your hair with the hand that wasn't holding you up.

"but you'll ride just about anything, ain't that right ma?"

and you didn't have to see the sleazy smile on whiskeydick!toji's face to know he meant the cue stick that lay forgotten on the pool table...

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"sorryy- heh"