sitting in between tojis legs and letting him play with ur nipples while whimpering n squirming !!! ^.^
“stop movin.”
the man grumbles, left hand sprawled over the fat of your tummy to hold you still. his right hand snakes under your loose top, rough pads of his fingertips coming up to tweak at your sensitive nipples.
“stop it , you pervert !”
his hand gropes the fat of your tit, thumb brushing over the sensitive nub.
“y’like it. doesn’t that make you the perv baby?”
you exempt a noise halfway between a gasp and a moan, head falling back into the divot of toji’s shoulder. your hand comes up to his, pulling at his hand in an attempt to stop the assault on your tits.
“stop it baby . let it happen, it feels good, doesn’t it?”
“but.. mmf— ‘s sensitive toji..”
his face brushes up against yours, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your swollen lips. your moans come out as gasps, feeling a chuckle reverberate from his mouth into yours when he realizes you’re unable to keep up with his pace.
“y’r nipples are so sore. dirty girl, y’want me to suck on ‘em?”
knowing him , he would anyways even if you had said no.
he flips you around , mounting your body onto his so that you’re facing him, scrunching your shirt up above your tits just enough to suckle on your fat buds, his roaming fingers coming up to tweak at the other.
somehow, it felt even dirtier allowing the man to feel you up with your shirt all bunched up instead of completely off .
“hah.. t-toji .”
“mm..”
he mumbles into your fat tit, the vibration making you shiver.
“g-gonna.. gonna cum, toji, wait—“
‘nasty girl .’
he mumbles into your chest followed with a chuckle , you sigh at the feeling. “cum f’me then . ”
and you rightfully do, body shivering as your hands grasp tighter onto the bed of toji’s hair. your moans turn into heavy gasps, whining when toji pulls off of your nipple with an obnoxiously loud ‘pop!’
his face is plaqued with a shit eating grin, one that resembles his growing pride.
his mouth connects to your bud by a string of his spit, flicking his tongue on your tit once again to clean you off.
he gives your bud a tough squeeze with his fingers, earning a deserving slap to his hand.
“owie ! stop it toji , y’r such a perv . . !”
“oh baby .” he lays his body atop of yours, pressing a hot kiss onto your lips.
“y’ just came untouched , ‘nd you’re calling me the perv ? get your facts straight , doll .”
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cephalopods? overrated. id like to order the members of omega-3 fucking fighting to death in rhe middle of making a song.
The Faithful Servant of the True Salmon Emperor Hizunamasu was being a LITTLE BITCH and The Firstborn Child of Alkyne, the Hidden Blade of Yakiharas WILL NOT stand for it!!!!
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guided hand jobs eeee :3
like toji jus holding onto the back of your hand guiding it up and down , tighter or looser while you mindlessly drag your palm all over his cock ♡ he’s laughing a little to tease you but talking you all the way through cus he just knows what he likes and how he wants you to do it :>
or for sum reason also thinkin about sunarin guidin u through it, his slender fingers tight on your wrist, thumb in the apple of your palm as your soft fingers glide over his shaft depicting your hand movements to his liking hehe
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good meowning everyone (ᴗ˳ᴗ) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 it thunderstormed all night last night—thick, roiling growls of thunder and bright silver strobes of lighting that would turn the whole sky purplish—and i felt sooo cozy under my fluffy blanket with wesley curled up on my legs!!
but all i could think about was cuddling with sunday during a vicious thunderstorm (/ω\) i just feel like he would be so comforting n warm; being wrapped up in his arms & tangled up in his body would feel so homey and safe—lips gliding along your head as he murmurs out the sweetest nothings, sentiments hot and breathy and silky smooth with love as they seep into your scalp, each and every one punctuated with a firm kiss; the muscles in his arms flexing in a way that’s almost gentle, dainty, as he tugs you even closer to him with every rumble or thunder or flare of lightning; the vibrations of his chuckles as you press responding kisses to his chest—over his heart, against his sternum, strung in a sweet garland across his collarbone—soaking into your mouth and cheek in pleasant lil tingles (ㅅ´ ˘ `) aaaaaaah so dreamy!!
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