#pleas

“C’mon now ma,, y’know das’ na’nice..” 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.

“Can’t leave me hangin’ like dis’ , babydoll. Too pretty, gotta have some sweetness to match, yeah?” He tried to tempt you into actually pleasuring him— instead of relentless teasing. She only smiles sweetly at him.

“I dunno..” She whispered back, her warm breath making him twitch under her hands— beads of pre-cum beading at the tip. He groans in frustration.

“What, huh? You g’na make me beg you , pretty girl?” He grunts through a rough voice. “Gotta make you know how good you’re making me feel, tell ya I need more than that?”

You smile widely— pretty lips—fuck, toji might just cum untouched like this. He groans, giving in.

“Please ma, okay? Please, y’feel s’good like this. Just need my pretty wife to let me feel good— yeah? Cmon,, just.. ohhhh.. yeah— fuck— hhnng..-“

His words were cut short when he finally felt your mouth on him— hips bucking and forcing a gag out of you. His hand tangles in your hair.

“Yeah.. yeahhh.. jusss’ like that, don’t you fuckin’ stop— shit.. pretty little thing always tre— mmgh! Treats me right— what’d I do.. fuck— to deserve this?”

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 base— nose buried in his naval. So that he could watch the way your eyes teared up when he thrusted too hard (it’s not like you didn’t like it, anyways.)

He loved the way your fingers dug into his thighs when he started thrusting up into your throat— 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 throat— 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 forceful— before a small— 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.

He’s Blissed the fuck out, panting harshly as he looks down at you with a hazy smirk. “Shit, gotta do that again.” 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 grunt— he mumbles a sharp command.

“Bed. ‘ll meet you there.”