#fyodor

Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!

You’ve been kissing him for an hour on his bed, but he’s still not yet satisfied—at this point, you think, he never will be.

“Angel, try this one next…” he purrs, handing you the small sparkly tube of gloss.

The goal was to find the perfect kissing gloss, and you had a vast collection. Of course, sponsored by your disgustingly rich and hardworking boyfriend (maybe sugar daddy).

You wipe your lips with a new piece of wet wipe and apply the gloss he handed you. Plop! You puckered your lips, giggling as he looked up at you.

God, he looked so cute when you sat on top of him.

“I could die like this…” he says, awestruck.

You laugh, rolling your hips, knowing how to make it ache. “Like this?”

“You’re so cruel, angel.” He pouts.

For the nth time, you lean down and grab his face. “Then maybe you should punish me.” You whispered before crashing your lips onto his.

Seems like your boyfriend was really getting his money’s worth with these glosses!

Satoru Gojo (Nerdjo), Choso Kamo, Doma, Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Toru Oikawa (TS), Atsumu Miya (TS)

They are each other's other half. I love the way they interact, their genius intelligence. It seems like only they in the world can truly understand each other. It's like they are the missing piece their soul has been searching for.

es de anatomías / idéntica a la mía ♪