hey if we’re mutuals you can literally interact w me whenever. send me whatever u want i will probably be very excited
Show & Tell
One Nice Bug Per Day

Kiana Khansmith
Claire Keane
Sweet Seals For You, Always
hello vonnie
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
h
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

izzy's playlists!
AnasAbdin
No title available

tannertan36

ellievsbear

Love Begins
dirt enthusiast
No title available

No title available

Kaledo Art
Not today Justin
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Singapore
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Ukraine

seen from Malaysia

seen from United Kingdom
@ashleighzarc5
hey if we’re mutuals you can literally interact w me whenever. send me whatever u want i will probably be very excited
(ʚᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈).ೃ࿔* ┊thinking about nanami's hands..
your husband had many things about him that you found incredibly attractive. no matter how long you two have been together, you can never seem to get used to it. it's the way his shoulders stretched, broad and firm. it's the way his body always looks as if it's trying to break free from his clothes, no matter what he wears. it's the warm baritone way his voice comes out when he speaks, and how it slightly softens when he speaks to you.
you don't think you could list everything you find attractive about your husband, even if you had all the time in the world. but one thing always stuck out to you in particular.
his hands.
big and calloused and so, so sexy. you could stare at them for hours, and you have.
you came home later than usual. by this time you're normally there waiting to greet nanami when he returns from work, but today you got a little too sidetracked shopping with your friends and you came home to see him already sat on the couch.
legs spread, tie loosened, head thrown back, exhausted, sexy. just from looking at him you could tell he had a hard day. he doesn't notice you at first. you quietly put your things down near the door and walk over to him. you were so excited to show him all the new things you bought, but you had forgotten all about that once you saw him.
"...ken?" you broke through the silence, making yourself known. he sluggishly lifts his head to see you and his worn, irritated expression instantly softens. "my beautiful girl." his voice is low and he shifts in a way you know means he's telling you to come closer. you sit in his lap and for the first time that day, his body relaxes.
you stroke his hand sympathetically. your heart always tightens a little when you see him like this. "are you okay?" you ask. he doesn't answer your question and instead begins to stroke the side of your face and tuck your hair behind your ear. "you're so pretty," he hums appreciatively. he looks at you intently through his heavy lidded eyes, studying the way your expressions shift.
your face grows warm against his palm and you avoid his gaze. he lets out a breath which was more like a slight chuckle. he loves you like this, bashful and sweet. he decides he wants to see more.
he brushes his thumb over your lower lip and you instinctively shift in his lap. bad idea. you immediately feel him stiffen underneath you as he lets out a slight groan and grips your hip tight with his free hand. "fuck baby, don't do that." at this point you're no longer thinking clearly, you're not even sure if you've had a clear thought since you came home. all you can think about is the very sexy man in front of you, and the very sexy hands he has on you, and you begin to lose any self control you've ever had.
you shift in his lap more, and you both find yourselves in a steady rhythm. you're already soaked and he's already fully hard underneath you. you both can't look away from each other, the sounds of both of your breathing fills the room, too focused on the moment and on each other to speak.
but the longer he has his hands on you, the more your head spins. they're intoxicating, he's intoxicating, and before you can really even think it through, you hold the hand on your face and slip his index and middle finger into your mouth with a look of complete and utter desperation in your eyes.
he groans again, but it was different this time. it wasn't louder, per se, it was truer, animalistic. "fuck, good girl, sweetheart." his eyes are glued to the way your plush lips struggle to wrap around his big fingers. he attempts to push them further into your mouth and you let out a small gag. "cute," he thinks.
"relax your throat, baby... little more.. goooodd girl.. fuck." he continues to mumble more nonsensical things of that nature in between grunts and groans until your eyes begin to water and you're drooling over his fingers and down your own chin.
you look up at him and and attempt to say "please," but with the fingers in your mouth and the desire taking over your brain it came out more like a weak whine than anything else.
a split second later you find yourself thrown over nanami's shoulder and carried into your shared bedroom because despite your very vague request, nanami knew exactly what you wanted.
and he was going to give it to you.
my first post and my first time writing anything like this.. please be nice and kind advice is appreciated ♪( ´▽`)
kisses,
kat
whats my next fic abt???
back from the gym toji🤤
drunk gojo 👀👀👀
I wrote the gojo fic if you wanna look for it on my blog 🥹✌️
☆°• cause' I know that you're toxic•°☆
CW: bestfriend!gojo, p in v- s x, smut, intoxicated (drunk), chest groping, pornwplot if you squint(this is only my second piece of work, if it is bad im sorry, if the mischaracterization is bad, im sorry.) If you are uncomfortable reading smut/sexual things, this piece is not for you.
the movie you were watching just got more & boring by the second. It was one of those cheesy rom-coms everyone swears they like. Forcing yourself to watch 2 hours straight of the main character not having morals— until your phone buzzed on the nightstand.
The screen lit up; with non other then your bestfriend, satoru's name. You picked up the cold device and pressed the glowing green button.
"y/nnnnnnnn." His voice slurred, clearly drunk. "Its 2 in the damn mornin'. What could you possibly need now, satoru?" You said as you laid your head back against your pillows. "Do you think you could pick me up, pretty pleaseeeeee?", you could hear him shift and glasses clink.
"...are you drunk?" You already know the answer, and you know he's gonna lie straight through his teeth. "N-no? Why?— I-" his voice cut off. "I'll come get you if you tell me the truth." You tried to sound stern, stoic, but you couldn't hide the slight worry in your voice. After all, he was a grown man,the strongest, he could fend for himself, right...? Wrong.
"..I had a little *breath* too much to drinkkk, please come get me, princess.." he slurred again. "See? That wasn't so hard. Where're you?" You could hear Gojo ask someone where they were, and when you heard "the sweet sucker, on 3rd." A man said coldly on the other line.
**
About 20 minutes later, you pulled up to the curb, texted him, waited, no answer. So you decided to get out of your car and walk up to the dimly colorfully lit bar. Immediately feeling the chilly air hit your face and arms before getting ID'd and walking in and seeing the pale haired man talking to a woman in a skimpy dress.
You walked over, after fixing your hair of course, "satoru. Lets go."
"Y/nnnnn? What're you doing hereeeee??" The woman pushed off the bar counter and scoffed. "Didn't know you had a girlfriend."
"W-what..?" You questioned after stammering. "I am NOT his girlfriend." "She isn't my girlfriend" you both said at the same time, watching the woman's face contort in confusion.
"Let's go. You made me drive all the way here just to come and get your drunk ass. Lets. Go." You grabbed him by the back of Gojo's shirt as he got up, towering over you.
**
As you led him to the car you both heard his stomach rumble.
"Seriously? You didn't fucking eat? You were at the bar for 4 hours, and you didn't eat?" You said, opening the passenger door of your shiny black SUV. "Nopeeee. Oooohhh we should gett takeoutttttt. Pleaseeeeee, princess???" He begged as you got in the driver seat. "You got your wallet? Because I'm not paying, and you owe me." You said when Gojo took his black leather wallet out of his back pocket.
**
When you got to his large apartment after getting food, he clung to you in a way he never has— but once. That time you cried about your ex-boyfriend, Toji. He cheated on you and you just needed to be distracted— so you asked to hookup. And like the good and horny friend he is, of course he couldn't say no. After that night, you two never spoke about it.
"What's your problem? Just lay down, I need to go hom-" he pulled you down to his chest and wrapped his big arms around your waist.
"Noooo. Pleaseeeeee, princess, don't goooo." He rolled to his side on his humongous bed, taking you with him.
"I should stay, why?" You cooed, pushing against his chest. Gojo pulled you closer and whispered in your ear, "Because you still owe me from, that night." This time, his voice didn't slur, didn't stammer—just stated with confidence
"Satoru- really? You said-" he cut you off.
"Please, baby, I can't stop thinking about you." Which sent heat straight to your cunt.
**
Obviously, you couldn't say no to your needy and undeniably hot bestfriend. So now, your panties pulled to the side, shirt somewhere left on the floor, bra splayed across the pillow next to Gojo's head. Hips straddling his meaty thighs as you whimper at the stretch of his thick cock. He groans at the warmth of you slick folds.
"J-just like that, baby. Love it when you—" he groans and his abs flex. You whimper with every roll of your hips, clit grinding against his pelvis. He sits up a bit to grope your bouncing tits. You whine at the coolness of his hands on your body.
"Really didn't take long to convince you, princess *groan*" you prop yourself up with your hands on the tops on his knees. "Couldn't— Couldn't say no to you toru.." you whine, continuing your hips as his hips twitch upwards uncontrollably making you moan out loud.
"That's it, y/n, let me hear you, babygirl." Gojo thrusts up to meet your hips. He leans back against his plush pillows as his now warm hands go from your chest to your hips, now fucking up into you. Your slick coating his balls everytime his hips thrust up to meet yours, which makes him groan.
You lean forward to kiss him on the mouth. It was a sloppy deep kiss. The kind that says "I missed this" without saying it. His tongue pushes past your lips making you whine into his mouth.
When you sit back up, he isn't fucking up into you anymore. You start to bounce instead of grind, making him throw his head against the pillows with a needy noise he tried to hold back.
It was weird how quickly he sobered up, you thought. How could he be whining from his head spinning, and an hour later be whining about your soaked warm cunt hugging his cock perfectly? The thought made your clit twitch. Did he do this just because he wanted to get laid? Its not like he couldn't just get anyone he wanted anyway. So why? Why get you to fuck him? Why not that lady in the tiny dress from the bar? She had long blonde hair, she had a nice body, and xome to think of it, Gojo's exact type.
His cock twitched inside of you, almost like a silent ask for you to go faster for him. "Please- please, baby I need it— 'm so close-" his hand dug into your hips making you whine as your thighs started to shake.
"Toru- toru im gonna— nggh ahh! 'M gonna c-cum" you whimpered, bouncing faster on his twitching veiny dick.
Both of you came before you could pull of him. Shit. You laid down on his chest, both of you breathing heavily. Chest havving up and down as he plants a kiss on your forehead.
"Were you actually drunk? Please be honest with me." You tilted your head up to meet your eyes with Gojo. "...no." he grunted out, looking away shyly.
You two were gonna talk about this in the morning, and maybe after a trip to the pharmacy.
whats my next fic abt???
back from the gym toji🤤
drunk gojo 👀👀👀
I love books, I am the fanfic
I love reading, I am the smut
I love college, I am fucking the whole JJK cast and no one is gonna stop me
Recharging With You
Nanami always wanting you close is a venture of his.
The bedroom was quiet, save for the soft, ambient hum of the air conditioner and the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the nightstand. It was past ten o’clock on a Tuesday—an hour where Kento Nanami would typically be buried under a mountain of incident reports or meticulously prepping his suit for the following morning.
Tonight, however, the paperwork remained untouched on his desk. The world outside, with its looming threats and endless demands, felt miles away. Inside the warmth of the room, time seemed to stretch, slowing down to a comfortable, lazy crawl.
Nanami held you every chance he got. It was a quiet truth that had become the foundation of your relationship. Whether it was a fleeting, grounding embrace in the kitchen while the coffee brewed, a firm hand resting on the small of your back as you stood side-by-side, or the heavy, comforting weight of him tangled in the sheets beside you, he sought your touch like a compass seeking north. He wasn't loud about his affection, but he was incredibly thorough.
Tonight was no different.
He was shifted down the bed, his broad shoulders fitting perfectly between your thighs. His head rested heavily against your lower stomach, his face turned inward toward your soft warmth. One of his large, calloused hands anchored himself to your hip, his thumb executing slow, hypnotic arches against your skin through the fabric of your loungewear.
You were propped up against a mountain of pillows, completely at ease. Your left hand was buried in his blonde hair, fingers gently weaving through the strands, untangling the neat, parted style he maintained so strictly during the day. Your right hand was occupied with your phone, thumb mindlessly scrolling through an endless feed of social media updates to pass the time.
The contrast between you was striking: you, completely distracted by the digital world, and Nanami, entirely grounded in the physical reality of you.
To Nanami, the scent of your laundry detergent, the steady rise and fall of your breathing, and the soothing sensation of your fingertips grazing his scalp were the ultimate luxuries. After hours spent in the tense, sharp edges of his profession, your presence was a soft place to land. He closed his eyes, letting out a long, slow breath that warmed your skin through your shirt. He felt an overwhelming wave of affection—thick, sweet, and impossible to ignore.
He wanted your complete attention. Not out of malice or greed, but out of a simple, pure desire to be seen by the person he cherished most.
"Darling," he muttered quietly, his deep voice muffled slightly against your clothes. Before you could even process the rumble of his voice, he pressed a lingering, warm kiss right against your stomach.
"Yes?" you answered back, your thumb pausing its scroll for a fraction of a second, though you didn't tear your gaze away from the glowing screen.
Nanami paused his thumb stroked against your hip. He shifted slightly, lifting his head just enough to free it from the gentle trap of your fingers.
"Look at me," he said. His voice was firm, carrying that natural, quiet authority he wore so effortlessly, yet it was laced with an undeniable undercurrent of tenderness.
The tone achieved its purpose. You pulled your eyes away from the screen, clicking the power button to let the bedroom plunge back into its soft, dim lighting. You looked down. Your eyes softened instantly as they met his hazel gaze. Without his signature glasses, his eyes looked incredibly expressive—warm, clear, and focused entirely on you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.
"There you are," Nanami murmured, the tight line of his mouth relaxing into a faint, rare smile.
"I was always here," you teased softly, setting the dark phone face-down on the nightstand. You brought both hands back to him, cupping his face. Your thumbs brushed over the sharp angle of his cheekbones and the slight roughness of his evening stubble. "What is it, Kento? Do you need something?"
"Just this," he replied. He leaned up, shifting his weight with a practiced grace that belied his large frame. He crawled up the length of your body, careful never to pin you uncomfortably, until he was hovering over you. He settled into the space beside you, pulling you sideways against his chest so that your back was pressed to his front, enveloping you completely.
His arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He tucked his chin into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.
"You're very clingy tonight," you whispered, a soft chuckle bubbling up from your chest. You reached down to interlock your fingers with his across your stomach. "Not that I'm complaining."
"It has been a long week," Nanami murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just beneath your ear as he spoke. He left a soft, dry kiss there, letting it linger for several seconds before pulling back just a fraction. "And the week has only just begun. I believe I am entitled to a regular re-charging of my reserves."
"Is that what I am? A charging station?"
"You are my sanctuary," he corrected gently, his tone entirely sincere. There wasn't a trace of irony in his voice, which only made your cheeks warm. He pressed another kiss to the slope of your shoulder. "There is a distinct difference."
You turned your head as much as the tight embrace would allow, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Well, in that case, take as much time as you need. I'm not going anywhere."
Nanami’s affection was a language of deliberate actions. He was not a man for grand, sweeping gestures or loud, public declarations. Instead, he chose to love you in the quiet details. It was the way he always ensured you walked on the inside of the sidewalk, the way he remembered exactly how you liked your tea, and, most prominently, the way he physically held you.
As the minutes drifted by, his hands stayed active, yet entirely relaxed. He untangled his fingers from yours only to trace slow, meaningless patterns over the back of your hand, down your wrist, and up the soft fabric of your sleeve. His touch was warm, heavy, and reassuring. It was the touch of someone who knew the value of safety and was determined to provide it.
"Your hands are cold," he noted softly, wrapping his larger, much warmer hand entirely around yours, squeezing gently to transfer his heat.
"They're always a little cold," you reminded him, shifting closer to tuck your chilly toes against his shins.
He didn't flinch at the sudden cold contact. Instead, he merely shifted his legs to loop them over yours, trapping your warmth between his own. "Then it is an excellent thing that I am here to remedy the issue."
"My personal heater," you smiled, closing your eyes. The sheer comfort of being held by him was starting to make your eyelids heavy. The gentle rise and fall of his chest against your back was like a lullaby.
Nanami noticed the change in your breathing. He shifted his position slightly, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at you. With his free hand, he gently brushed a few stray strands of hair away from your forehead, his fingers lingering on your temple.
"Are you tired, darling?"
"A little," you admitted, peeking up at him through half-lidded eyes. "But I don't want to go to sleep yet. If I sleep, the morning comes faster, and then you have to go to work."
Nanami’s expression softened, a look of profound, quiet adoration melting the usual stoicism of his features. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then to the bridge of your nose, and finally, a gentle, slow press of his lips to yours. It wasn't a kiss born of urgency or passion, but rather a sweet, reassuring promise.
"The morning will come regardless," he whispered against your lips, his breath warm. "But I will still be here. And when I return in the evening, I will hold you exactly like this again."
You hummed in response, completely content. You rolled over onto your side, facing him properly now. You tucked your hands beneath your chin, staring at the sharp, handsome lines of his face in the dim light. Even in the shadows, he looked striking. The tension that usually tightly wound his shoulders had completely dissipated, leaving him looking younger, relaxed, and entirely yours.
Nanami reached out, his hand sliding securely around the nape of your neck, his thumb resting just under your jawline. He pulled you forward just an inch or two, bridging the remaining distance between you until your foreheads rested together.
"You look at me as if I am something remarkable," he murmured, his hazel eyes searching yours.
"Because you are," you said simply, reaching out to trace the neat line of his collarbone where his soft cotton shirt fell away. "You work so hard, Kento. You take care of everyone. I just want to make sure someone is taking care of you, too."
For a moment, Nanami didn't speak. He simply looked at you, his gaze heavy with an emotion so deep it seemed to overwhelm him. He closed his eyes, leaning forward to press his lips to yours once more. This time, the kiss lasted longer. It was a slow, sweet exploration, a silent communication of gratitude and devotion that words could never fully capture.
When he pulled back, his thumb caressed your jawline with immense tenderness.
"You succeed," he said softly. "Every single day."
You smiled, moving your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him down so you could bury your face in his chest. He accommodated you instantly, shifting his weight to bring you as close as humanly possible, his strong arms forming a protective cocoon around you.
The phone on the nightstand was completely forgotten. The rest of the world, with all its noise and responsibilities, dissolved into the background. In the quiet sanctuary of your bedroom, wrapped tightly in Nanami’s unwavering embrace, there was only the soft sound of your shared breathing, the steady, comforting beat of his heart against your cheek, and a love that was as solid and enduring as the man holding you.
Tag-list: @oksukuna
Seriously..?
CW: Brat taming, p in v sex, oral sex (male receiving), light spanking, mild hair pulling. This fic is kinda smut heavy once you get to that part, if you are uncomfortable reading sexual things, this is not for you. This is ALSO dogshit and horrible mischaracterization, im sorry.
It's not like it was easy for you to piss him off. After all, you're HIS wife. He was gentle with you, passionate, and clearly loved you to death.
Nanami told you Monday night while eating the food you made for dinner, that he planned to treat you to a nice meal.
"When? We haven't gone out somewhere in forever." You said as your face lit up.
"Friday. 6:30. We're going to that place with the mini bar. The one with the mushroom soup you liked." His face softened as he looked up from his food at you. "Make sure you're ready, yeah? I'll be home around 6 to pick you up."
**
By the time it was 5 o'clock on Friday, you were in the shower. Your mind drifted to the way his hands flexed while he fixed his tie. The same way they did when he groped your ass while he kissed your neck when he was relaxed and off of work. And you couldn't help it.
Not only did you think about his hands, but you thought about the way your husband spoke to you when you teased him too much.
"Really? Wet like this? From sitting on my lap while I finish reports?"
"Why do you do this? Can't wait an hour or 2?"
Its not like you could make him mad easily. Actually, it took almost everything from him to get mad at you.
Shaving, washing your hair, having thoughts about Nanami fill your head. You couldn't take it anymore. So, your hand went straight between your legs while you rubbed slow circles on your puffy clit until you came.
As much as you wished it was enough, it wasn't.
**
Just as he said, he arrived at 6 sharp.
Unlocking the door and stepping in to find you sitting on the couch in the black maxi dress he loved. I mean, how couldn't he? It hugged your curves in the most perfect way, had a slit on the left to show your elegant legs, and his favorite part, it showed just enough of your tits to make his breath hitch.
"H-hey, sweetheart. Ready?" His eyes ran over your body up and down.
"Hi, baby, yes, let's go." You said as you got up and tucked your freshly curled hair behind your ear.
God it was hard to act like you didn't know what you were doing to him. But how could you help it? Nanami was eye-fucking you from the second he smelt your sweet perfume.
Was it, peaches? The one he told you drove him crazy? The one you wore before he came home to you in his shirt and no panties? Obviously, and he knew exactly why.
**
During dinner, he tried, desperately, to ignore how good you fucking looked. He tried to ignore how your eyes took a tour of his body everytime you made eye contact.
The whole night all you did was tease, and tease, and tease. You saw how clearly pissed he was. But anger looked amazing on him so, was there really an issue?
He knew what you were doing. He knew what you wanted from him. How could he not? By the way you were complaining about everything small, which you never did, he knew something was up.
How could you? He planned a dinner to treat you to something nice and give you a break from cooking for a change. Its not like Nanami wasn't planning on fucking you stupid after this anyway. So why the extra shit? Why tip him off?
Cause you knew it'd work. And it did. His jaw clenched everytime you complained about the hard chair you sat on, or when you complained about how your lemonade wasn't lemony enough for you.
"How do you water down lemonade? Its lemonade. I don't understand. The easiest drink to make." You expected him to say something, anything.
"It's okay sweetheart, just order something else."
"I'm sorry baby"
Nothing. Absolutely, nothing.
**
You pushed his buttons all damn night. Complaining about how the lights were too dark for a restaurant. How the table was too small. And he just let you. Or did he?
The ride home was silent. Until you started playing music from the radio loudly.
Quickly he turned it down all the way, as you whined like a child.
"Hey! I was listening to that you know!"
He looked at you, jaw clenched, and eyes sharp. Which made me realize how badly you actually fucked up.
You knew he was pissed. Was it a good idea to do this? Hell no. Did you do it anyway? Yeah, but you knew you shouldn't have. You knew it either wouldn't work or he would just get pissed off.
**
When you got home, Nanami loosened his tie before getting out of the car and slamming the door then he walked to the front door and unlocked it, just before slamming that door too.
You got out of the car and opened the front door. Before you could walk in fully, you knew he was there, watching, waiting.
"Ke-"
"Save it. I don't know what your problem is, and I don't know why you thought it was a great idea to fuck with me tonight." Nanami your wrist and practically dragged you to the couch before pushing you down on your knees. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off just to reach over you (yes his crotch is pressed against your face) and tie your hands behind your back.
He stood back up and unbuttoned his pants before pulling them along with his boxers down just enough for his hardened cock to spring out.
"Suck. And don't stop unless I say so." His hand already tugging at the back of your hair.
You opened and took his thick length into your mouth as much as you could before he pushed your head down, making you gag.
"This is what you wanted, right? Prove it." He kept guiding your head up and down for what felt like forever before finally pulling you off. Just to stroke himself over your face before spilling hot white streaks on your face and neck.
"I'm not done with you." He said as he pulled you up by your hair, making you yelp. And turning you around to face the wall before pushing your knees forward.
"Ken im- im sorry- I wasn't thinking-" he pulled you the long dress over your ass just to find out you weren't wearing panties.
"Oh? Clearly you were thinking about this since you decided to not wear underwear tonight, like a desperate slut. Thought you thought this through, didn't you?" His palm struck your bare ass twice before, without warning pushing his think cock in your soaked pussy, making you gasp and whine.
"Take it. Got it? You're gonna take what I give you, and you won't fucking complain. Got it?" Gripping your hips and pounding into you while all you could do was moan and take it.
"Ngghh— please slo- ngh"
"What was that? Couldn't hear you. Speak. Up." He said as he fisted your hair pulling your head back enough to make you arch more for him. You whimpered louder then before, clenching around him. "Seriously? You wanted me like this that badly? Couldn't just let me take you out for dinner? Wanted me to fuck you raw on the couch?"
You nodded frantically. Well, tried. "Y-yes!"
Nanami scoffed before smacking your ass again, making you gasp. He started to get sloppy with his thrusts, erotic. "Never. Do. that. shit. again. Say, 'yes kento.'"
"Yes kento!" Your thighs started to shake, cunt clenching and soaking his balls everytime he bottoms out.
" 'gonna come on my dick? Do it. 'Gonna make a mess? C'mon, do it." Nanami says as his hand snakes around your bodies to circle your neglected clit.
"Please ken— plea- nggh- aahhhh!" Your cunt clenching uncontrollably as your juices spray over Nanami's pants while pleasure takes over your body.
"Please what?" He fucks you through it, continuing movement on your puffy clit.
"Inside- inside me please." You pant, still feeling the aftershocks. He fucks you through them until he soon spills into you. Hot cum leaking out of your fucked out folds as he pulls out and tucks his cock back into his pants before untieing your wrists from his belt. Nanami turns you around so youre laying on your back.
"Don't do that shit again, y/n. Or I won't be so nice about it next time."
reading fanfics instead of going to bed #youngho
wipp
I MISS FLUFFY FICS EVERYTHINGS SMUT NOW💔
NANAMI PUT YO KIDS INSIDE ME AND MY LIFE IS YOURS 😫😫😝😝😫😫
miss when “x reader” tags were actual fanfics and not just random convos or memes 😭😭
Higunana my bbs 😩💖
Hair down Nanami gon make me act up😩!! They really took away my husband too soon!
oh ‘hair down’ Nanami, the things you do to me 😔