zero zero before i pass out i leave u with this thought: daddy enji whos nipples are off limits until he realizes his girl has an oral fixation and naturally he has no choice but to indulge her
tw — dom!enji | hair pulling | nipple play (giving)
Mornings with enji fall into a routine that tempts the both of you. He sleeps with his chest bared to you, suffocating under the heat of the fluffy comforter otherwise. As a result, he wakes up to the feeling up little kisses pressed against his scared chest. Consequently, there’s the half hearted tug to your hair, wanting to keep you away from those sensitive spots. He just wouldn’t know how to handle feeling so little in such a bulky body.
But maybe one morning, you’re just so doped up on your neediness that you don’t relent from licking and nipping at his chest when his huge hand curls around your roots. Enji hears you mumble against his skin, instinctively tugging just enough to force you to look up at him and speak up. It’s a fatal mistake for him, finding the task of depriving you and your droopy, loving eyes simply hopeless.
It’s so very hard to keep eye contact for him now. Enji instead focuses his eyes on your parted lips. Clenching fists reactively loosen themselves, fingertips now pressing into your skull. His hand guides you back down to his chest — a silent allowance to indulge in what you’ve been so desperate for. In your excitement, you wrap your lips around his bud, jolting him with a new sensation he’ll sooner get addicted to.
