He hates it when she uses her pretty pout to tempt him into everything. When her pretty, manicured nails would scratch down his arms after a rough day..
And he absolutely hated (loved) when she had such a big guy like him, whimpering under her.
âCâmon now ma,, yâknow dasâ naânice..â He groans deeply as his head tilted back against the couch back. You sat all pretty between his spread legs, gently peppering kisses up and down his angry-red cock.
âCanât leave me hanginâ like disâ , babydoll. Too pretty, gotta have some sweetness to match, yeah?â He tried to tempt you into actually pleasuring himâ instead of relentless teasing. She only smiles sweetly at him.
âI dunno..â She whispered back, her warm breath making him twitch under her handsâ beads of pre-cum beading at the tip. He groans in frustration.
âWhat, huh? You gâna make me beg you , pretty girl?â He grunts through a rough voice. âGotta make you know how good youâre making me feel, tell ya I need more than that?â
You smile widelyâ pretty lipsâfuck, toji might just cum untouched like this. He groans, giving in.
âPlease ma, okay? Please, yâfeel sâgood like this. Just need my pretty wife to let me feel goodâ yeah? Cmon,, just.. ohhhh.. yeahâ fuckâ hhnng..-â
His words were cut short when he finally felt your mouth on himâ hips bucking and forcing a gag out of you. His hand tangles in your hair.
âYeah.. yeahhh.. jusssâ like that, donât you fuckinâ stopâ shit.. pretty little thing always treâ mmgh! Treats me rightâ whatâd I do.. fuckâ to deserve this?â
He gasps harshly with a grunt when your tongue ran over the slit in his tip.
He tried to keep his eyes on you,, so he could watch how your cheeks puff up when you reach the baseâ nose buried in his naval. So that he could watch the way your eyes teared up when he thrusted too hard (itâs not like you didnât like it, anyways.)
He loved the way your fingers dug into his thighs when he started thrusting up into your throatâ and the lewd sounds of you gagging loudly on him while you relaxed your jaw.
His favorite part, on the other hand, was when you knew he was close. Feeling the rhythmic twitch of his cock against the back of your throatâ when his breaths became shallow, his groans turn to whimpers and gasps, and his thrusts were messy.
You would bat your pretty, wet lashes at him. Your head moving with his thrusts, his fingers twitched in your hair as he gets more forcefulâ before a smallâ almost impossible Whine tore from his throat.
The salty taste exploded on your tastebuds, pulling off with a sputtering cough to gain oxygen again. you swallow thickly and look back at him.
Heâs Blissed the fuck out, panting harshly as he looks down at you with a hazy smirk. âShit, gotta do that again.â The mumbles, still dazed as his hair stuck to his forehead in small chunks due to sweat. The black, fitted shirt on his chest seemed tighter now.. more constricting.
With a small gruntâ he mumbles a sharp command.
âBed. âll meet you there.â
A/N: Iâm slowly getting my bearings in check.. please gid let me stay on this grind. Also nothing Iâm posting is proof read because itâs late and Iâm sleepy tumblr accurate toji I love you
