ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ#⁶⁴⁹ᅠᅠᅠ𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆ᅠ𝐁𝐔𝐆⊹˚.

ㅤ Oh yeah?~ Really? So she totally wouldn't want to drink her morning cafe in his lap? ♪ What a shame ♡ ㅤ

ㅤ . . She could do plenty of things.. or. . My~ Did she really miss him that much already while he was in the land of the dreams? ♪ ㅤ

ㅤ What can he say? He's a wild mon, not like he has a schedule to follow ㅤ

Good morning

⠀ ᥫ᭡ ﹒ 𝓞 - 𝘰𝘩 . . toughness that makes a lady panic◞ cue◞ the trainer looks away◞ digits n𓄹 nails scratching her arm . . 〝 I didn𓄹t quite noticed from the distance 𝓲 thought your fit𓄹 was just weird like that◞ 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 〞 wait that gonna ⤷ ⠀

ᅠ 𝗕ack◞ back◞ back. Until she was pressed up against the trunk of a tree. Nowhere to go now. 𝗝ust stuck there.. forced to stare down the bug. ❛Yeah◞ yeah— hah… you sure like touching me◞ huh.ᐣ❜ ᅠ

ㅤ And with those words, along with the teasing motions below~ How could he hold back any further at this point? 「Sounds like weaklings to me ♡」 Originally he wanted to start by touching her though the fabric of her underwear but. . Something tells me that he can -->

ㅤ 「Naw~ Is that so? How could they not wanna get all active with someone like you, I wonder ♡」 And that suggestiveness is of course returned. His digits tracing lines across the very edge of her panties, all the way down.. stopping as they were so very close to her -->

Temperature rising. Face growing more red by the second. Heart thumping against her chest. “I… of course I can handle you, I just.. you… I—“ Stumbling over her own words. A sure sign of confidence! “I just don’t… have my styler…”