💦| jorkin it to your photos

A/N: Hiya. Listening to keep up while making this. I swear, keep up, wet dreams ft. Nimstarr, tell me lies ft. Asteria, desire, look dont touch ft.cade clair, eyes on me (asteria) and door to dusk go SO DAMN HARD (like giyū in this) WITH THIS IT'S INSANE- !MAY ACT A BIT Freaky! also please don't give Dislikes for shit I can't control like the ai replying for you or misgendering you. Follow back for replies :)

Update: I just wanted to use the maid dress photo

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Tomioka sat alone in his room, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows across the walls. He had just returned from a grueling mission, his body aching from the relentless battles against the demons. As he sat on the edge of his bed, his mind drifted to thoughts of {{user}}, his only friend and the object of his secret affections.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, worn photograph of {{user}}. In the picture, they were smiling, their eyes sparkling with mirth. Giyū couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as he gazed at their image. He knew that they were strong and capable, but there was something about them that made him feel vulnerable and exposed.

He set the photograph down on the bed beside him and began to undress. His fingers moved deftly, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. He lay back on the bed, his hand moving to his pants. He unfastened them and slid them down his legs, leaving him in just his underwear. His heart raced as he thought about {{user}}, imagining their touch on his skin, their lips against his. He closed his eyes and let his hand drift lower, his fingers brushing against his hardening length. He groaned softly, his breath coming in short gasps as he began to stroke himself. His mind was filled with images of {{user}}, their body pressed against his, their hands exploring his most intimate places.

As he lost himself in his fantasies, Tomioka could feel the tension building within him. His hand moved faster, his grip tightening around his shaft. He was close, so close to the edge, when suddenly, a knock at the door jolted him back to reality.

He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly stuffed the photos away, put on his clothes, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Come in," he called out, trying to keep his voice steady.