HIS CHEST OH-
SFW
When you’re cuddling- laying in bed and his boob is the perfect pillow. Warm and soft. It’s your favorite when he’s not wearing a shirt obviously. Listening to his heart beating strong and steady therein. He’s distracted looking at something else like work or his phone maybe but you’re looking up at him. Smiling up at his grumpy face and using his pecs as pillows.
When you’ve had a long day- you come home and he’s cooking in the kitchen. Something he knows you love. You march in there, your boyfriend turning around with his usual greeting “Hi baby…” “There’s my girl…” “Hey mama…” And you just head butt into his chest. The perfect cushion. With a heavy sigh, explaining the ups and downs of your day while he stands perfectly still for you to rest on him. Maybe one of his big warm hands coming to push the hair off the back of your neck and massage his fingers at your nape. Your cheek squishing against his sternum.
When you catch him off guard- he’s on his phone or whatever, maybe in the kitchen and you just randomly snake your hands around him and grab his chest from behind. Squeezing the muscle in your palms and giving him a deadly serious look. Only your eyes peeking over his bulky shoulder. “What.” he looks back at you, brow raised in suspicion. “You always squeeze mine so I get to squeeze yours too.” you reason and he shrugs. “Fair enough…” and goes back to whatever he was doing before. Clasping his hands over your smaller ones and walking around the apartment with you attached to him.
When he’s telling you about a recent fight- saying his pain tolerance is super high. “Hit me in the chest babe, it won’t even hurt.” He challenges while you’re sitting on his lap. “I’m not gonna hit you.” You argue, crossing your arms. “Come on baby… it doesn’t hurt.” He eventually convinces you to after many minutes and you finally do it. Smack! Your fist, more gently than you normally would obviously, into his right pectoral. “Ow! fuck…” He hisses, feigning pain and clutching his chest. “Oh no I’m sorry! Was that too hard?!” You instantly worry, wishing you never listened to your lovable idiot. “No baby, I’m just kidding…” His arms engulfing you, lifting you up, flipping you over on the couch and smothering your giggling lips with kisses.
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When he’s on top of you- your hands on his chest, fingers digging in and leaving little crescent moons. His abs flexing and working with every thrust deep into you. When he leans down to kiss your lips, his pecs press down on your breasts, squishing them down, and you swear you can feel his thumping heart on your skin. Gasping his name and wrapping your arms around him, his broad chest pressing you down into the mattress, his deep voice growling and groaning beside your ear as he works the both of you up to bliss.
When you’re riding him- hands pressing down on his abdomen and then his hairy chest. Looking down at him with low lidded eyes and your tongue practically hanging out of your mouth. Trying your best to keep bouncing on his thick dick. Gushing and whining, thighs burning. His chest sheened in sweat. And when you get too tired, he’s gripping your hips and pistoning his cock up into you with undying strength. Your finger nails scratching into his chest, leaving red hot marks in their wake. Collapsing onto his chest as you come hard, laying on him, soft and fucked out. Moving up and down on his chest with every pant from his lungs.
MIGUEL, SATORU, TOJI, ANDY, SUGURU, SUKUNA, your fav