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ּ ֗ ִ ּ ۪ sfw ּ& nsfw content. — this is not a 18+ blog, but if you are a minor please don’t interact with my nsfw and 18+ posts. for the sfw stuff, feel free to like and comment .ᐟ ּ ۪
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can you tell me what you consider spam liking (/genq)? i’m autistic and tend to just like fanfics kinda freely when going through people’s blogs, and have seen it a few times, but don’t really know what the consensus of how many likes is spam liking.
don’t worry so much about it, people say if you get „spam liked“ your post wont show up as good anymore, but that’s not true, I just forgot to take it out of my rules!! Feel free to like everything you liked reading!! <33 you’re so sweet for asking :33
so, im behind for like 4 kinktober days now and just wanted to update y’all that there will be a big post day on the 19th Oct. where every missed day i have will be published. My migraines got really bad and I have a headache every single day and need to do so much for school that I learn everyday for around 4 hours so that’s why im behind guys <3
so these all will be posted on the 19th,
OCT 10 — ꒰ choso ꒱ 𝜗ৎ virgin
OCT 12 — ꒰ reo ꒱ 𝜗ৎ quicky
OCT 14 — ꒰ takuma ꒱ 𝜗ৎ public blowjob
OCT 17 — ꒰ yuta ꒱ 𝜗ৎ raw
OCT 19 — ꒰ kaiser ꒱ 𝜗ৎ spanking
and after that it will continue as planned!! (I hope)
mama!! kumasakka’s being mean to me 😭 i thought i was your love child 😔 don’t you love me anymore, mama? 😭 because i love you so much — like, very very much!! 💕 and of course, i love mother too!! 💗 love you always, mama!! 💞
@kumasakka stop bullying your sibling 😠😠, ofc u also love you! me and your mother love you both equally! 💕
Your back hit the bed with a quiet thump, and you barely had a second to catch your breath before Higuruma’s hands were on you again.
He was Gentle, and Sure. As he always was.
He always touched you like this—like a man who wasn’t just trying to fuck you, but love you with everything he had.
“Still doing okay?” he murmured, brushing your hair back with one hand as the other slid along your thigh, parting your legs again. His wedding ring glinted in the golden bedroom light, catching your eye as it always did when he touched you like this. Claimed you like this.
“I’m—” You shuddered as his fingertips grazed your slick folds. You were soaked, oversensitive, trembling. “H-hi…ug.. I—can’t—”
“You’ve already done so well for me tonight,” he said, his voice low, soft, warm. “But I think you’ve got more in you.”
You whimpered, thighs twitching, hips trying to shift away from his touch—but there was nowhere to go. He had you laid out beautifully: back to the sheets, arms limp by your head, legs spread open and trembling. He’d already made you come three times—once with his mouth, twice with his fingers—and your body was slick with sweat and the evidence of your release.
You were shaking.
And he wasn’t done.
“Higu..,” you pleaded, a broken version of his name. You reached for him without thinking, hands weak and searching. “Please—”
“I’ve got you,” he said immediately, voice firm but patient, threading his fingers through yours and pinning your hands gently above your head. His body moved between your legs, slow and heavy, warm and real.
You gasped when you felt the thick weight of his cock press against your sensitive entrance—just barely nudging in, teasing. Your whole body jolted at the touch, your overstimulated nerves firing all at once.
“I know,” he whispered, dragging his mouth across your jaw. “It’s a lot, baby. But you’re my girl. My wife. You were made to take me.”
Your breath caught at the sound of it—his voice, deep and steady, threaded with something darker. Possession and Worship, but also Need.
There had always been something about the way Higuruma loved you. He never rushed. Never lost control. He took his time—memorized you, studied you, understood every twitch, every moan, every boundary. It was the kind of intensity only someone older, more patient, more sure of himself could give. And it made your heart ache.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, rocking his hips forward an inch. The thick head of his cock slipped inside you, spreading you open in a way that had you gasping, your back arching off the bed. “So sensitive. So perfect for me.”
“H-hurts—” you choked out. It didn’t really. Not in a bad way. It was too much, yes—but not unwelcome. It was the ache of being full, overfull. The dizzying stretch of being claimed again and again by the man who wore your ring on his finger and your pleasure in his voice.
“I know, sweetheart,” he breathed. “You’re doing so well for me. Just a little more.”
His hand tightened around your wrists, the motion tender but unrelenting as he pressed deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside you. Your walls fluttered helplessly around him, so sensitive you could barely breathe, your mouth falling open in a wordless cry.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
His hips rolled forward—slow, deep—and you nearly sobbed.
You could feel everything. Every stroke. Every vein. Every unhurried thrust, dragging along your walls in slow, devastating rhythm. He fucked you like he wanted to ruin you—worship you—like this wasn’t about getting off, but giving you everything.
“You can take it,” he whispered, teeth grazing your throat. “You always do.”
You tried to reply, but the words dissolved in your mouth as he angled his hips just right—and dragged a sharp cry from your lips.
“There,” he growled, the first hint of heat curling in his voice. “Right there. My good girl. So fucking tight for me. You’re still clenching, baby.”
“Hii—please—I can’t, I can’t—!”
“You can,” he said firmly, eyes burning down at you. “You’re gonna come for me again. One more, baby. Give me one more. You can do it.”
You could barely think. Tears prickled the corners of your eyes, your legs shaking as he leaned in deeper, pressed his hand against your lower stomach.
“Feel me here?” he murmured. “You’re taking all of me. So fucking deep. Let go, baby. I’m right here.”
And you did, You shattered.
Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave, raw and overwhelming. Your vision blurred, a sob ripping from your throat as your entire body clenched around him, your release flooding out between your thighs.
Your back arched. Your hands twisted in his. You didn’t know if you were crying or moaning or begging, but Higuruma was there—pressing kisses to your neck, praising you with every breath, fucking you gently through it until your body sagged beneath him, utterly spent.
He finally groaned low in his throat, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own end.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You feel too good. I’m gonna fill you up, sweetheart—gonna come so deep inside you—”
You could barely process it—your mind fuzzy, body limp—but the moment he came, you felt it. The hot pulse of it inside you. The weight of him on top of you. The way he didn’t pull out immediately, instead wrapping both arms around you and holding you tight against his chest as he whispered your name like a prayer.
“You okay?” he asked softly, kissing the damp skin of your forehead.
You nodded, too drained to speak. You felt like you’d melted into the mattress—ruined and rebuilt all at once.
Higuruma pressed a few more kisses to your cheeks, your eyelids, your jaw. “You were perfect,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles across your swollen, tear-stained face. “So damn perfect.
And in the arms of your husband—older, patient, quietly intense—you finally let yourself drift into sleep, warm and full and utterly his.
Cold, wet metal drags slowly over your stomach, leaving a glistening trail of spit on your skin.
Your belly flinches, muscles tightening, as your chest rises and falls in uneven gasps.
Sae kneels between your parted thighs, his green eyes dark and sharp, studying you like prey. You're in nothing but your bra, sprawled out and vulnerable, trembling under his control.
His tongue moves slowly over your skin, deliberate, savoring, as if he's mapping every inch of your body. He kisses, licks, bites, leaving your skin sticky and burning with each pass.
By the time he reaches your breasts, your nipples are already hard, your body begging. His hand closes firmly around one, squeezing, kneading, his thumb dragging over the sensitive tip. The other disappears into his mouth.
» Fuck—Sae! « you cry out, voice breaking, the sound spilling raw from your throat.
The metal ball of his piercing flicks across your nipple, cold then hot again as his tongue circles it, slow, torturous. He sucks hard, teeth grazing lightly before he soothes the sting with another swirl of his tongue.
» Ahhh!« you gasp as your back arches sharply off the bed, your breast swelling against his mouth, your nipple aching.
His fingers tug the other, pinching, twisting until you whimper. A low, rumbling sound vibrates from his chest, a satisfied hum, like he's savoring every inch of you. He doesn't stop, moving between them, laving one, then the other, covering both with spit until they're red and swollen.
» Please...« you beg, voice fragile, almost broken, your body writhing beneath him. Your thighs squeeze together, trying to quiet the ache in your pussy.
He finally pulls back, lips wet, piercing glinting as he licks his bottom lip. His eyes are cool, sharp, merciless.
»Look at you,« he mutters, a smirk tugging faintly at his mouth. »Already desperate.«
His hand slides down your stomach, slow, deliberate, until it settles between your thighs. He pushes your legs wider, fingers brushing your panties. The thin fabric is soaked, clinging to your folds.
» Pathetic,« he says flatly, but there's heat in his voice. »So wet just from me sucking on your tits.«
Your face burns, but you can't even deny it.
He pushes the fabric aside in one swift move, baring your slick pussy. His fingers spread your folds, exposing your clit, and his tongue is there in an instant—hot, wet, merciless.
» Mhh Sae!« you cry, your hips jerking up off the bed.
His piercing rolls directly over your clit, the cold steel sparking sharp against the sensitive bundle of nerves before his tongue smooths it hot again. He flicks, circles, presses, the rhythm agonizingly perfect.
Your hands fly to his hair, grabbing fistfuls, holding on as your thighs tremble violently.
» Fuck!« you sob, your pussy gushing under the relentless strokes of his tongue.
He moans against you, the vibrations shooting through your core, his piercing dragging slow, deliberate circles over your clit. He alternates—sucking hard, then licking long and flat, then flicking fast until your hips are bucking uncontrollably.
You're a mess under him, moaning, whimpering, your thighs clamping around his head only for him to shove them wide again, holding you open, devouring you.
» God—please, I'm—« you choke, voice breaking.
He hums against your clit, deliberately, the sound vibrating deep into you. His tongue slides lower, fucking into your pussy, the piercing rubbing your walls as he thrusts inside you with his tongue alone.
» Shit, fuck, Sae!« your head falls back, your voice high, broken, your body shaking apart.
He drags back up, spits on your pussy, then sucks your clit into his mouth, piercing pressing perfectly as he flicks hard, fast, merciless.
It's too much—your thighs trembling, pussy clenching around nothing, your whole body wound tight.
» Cum,« he orders against your skin, his voice muffled but sharp.
Your body obeys before your mind can catch up. The orgasm tears through you violently, your pussy clenching hard, soaking his mouth.
» Fuuuuck—Sae!« you scream, back arching, legs shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure rips you apart.
He doesn't stop, doesn't let you come down. He keeps licking, keeps sucking, the piercing rolling over your oversensitive clit until you're sobbing, pulling at his hair, begging incoherently.
When he finally pulls back, his mouth is wet with you, his piercing gleaming. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand, smirking as he looks down at your wrecked body.
» Messy,« he mutters. » And I haven't even fucked you yet.«
You can barely breathe, chest heaving, but when he unbuttons his jeans, tugging them down, your whole body aches with need again.
His cock springs free—thick, flushed, dripping at the tip. Your mouth waters, your pussy clenching just from the sight of him.
He strokes himself lazily, green eyes fixed on you.
» You want this cock?« he asks coldly. » Say it.«
» I want— I need your cock,« you cry, voice raw, desperate.
His smirk deepens, satisfied. He lines himself up, the head of his dick pressing against your soaked entrance.
And then he slams in—one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
» god!« you scream, your pussy stretching painfully sweet around him, clenching tight, sucking him in.
» Fuck,« he groans, jaw tight. »So fucking tight.«
He pulls back and thrusts in again, harder, faster, the sound of wet skin-on-skin filling the room. He fucks you mercilessly, each thrust brutal, deep, making the bedframe rattle.
Your moans turn high, helpless, broken.
» God, Sae!« you sob, nails clawing the sheets, body trembling violently.
His lips find your ear, his voice sharp, possessive. » This pussy's mine.«
» Yes—!« you cry, desperate, shaking apart beneath him.
His thrusts grow faster, harder, until you're right at the edge again, unraveling.
» Sae—I'm gonna—«
His hips slamming into you. »Cum all over my cock.«
The orgasm hits like fire, tearing through you, your pussy gripping him like a vice, soaking his cock.
» Fuck! « he groans, his rhythm breaking, his cock twitching deep inside you. His hips jerk once, twice, before hot cum floods your pussy, spilling thick, filling you to the brim.
He fucks you through it, grinding deep, forcing every drop inside, until you're shaking, overstimulated, and wrecked.
When he finally stills, he stays buried in you, his cock heavy and hot, your pussy stretched, dripping cum.
And all you can do is collapse back onto the bed, chest heaving, thighs trembling, sweat clinging to your skin—ruined, used, his.
The camera app is open, red record button blinking steadily in the reflection of Sae’s half-lidded eyes.
You’re on your knees, settled between his thighs on the hotel bed. He’s still half-dressed—compression pants pushed down just enough, national team jersey rumpled. His voice is low and sharp with impatience.
“Come on,” he mutters, tapping the back of your head with his phone lightly. “I don’t have all night.”
You glance up. He’s already recording.
Of course he is.
“Open your mouth.” He says, And You do.
“Wider.”
You stretch your jaw, and he slips the tip of his cock over your tongue, watching the way your lips part around him with a glint of something dark in his eyes.
“Good,” he says, voice flat but satisfied. “Look up. Keep eye contact with the camera.”
You’re not even sure where to focus—on the phone hovering inches above your face, or on the lazy dominance in his smirk.
“This is for me,” he adds, thrusting just slightly, the head pushing against the back of your throat. “For when I’m stuck in some hotel halfway across the world. I’ll jerk off to this when I’m bored. So make it good.”
You gag a little as he pushes in deeper, your throat resisting before relaxing as you try to keep up.
He groans. “There you go.”
His grip on the phone doesn’t waver. His other hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head down until your nose is flush against his pelvis, the scent of his skin overwhelming. He holds you there, just long enough to feel the tight flutter of your throat around him, then pulls you back slowly, watching the line of spit stretch from your lips to his cock.
“Fuck. That’s so hot.”
Your eyes are watering. Saliva drips from your chin. You barely have time to breathe before he shoves back in.
“I said keep eye contact,” he snaps when your gaze falters. “What—too much already?”
You shake your head, throat stuffed, and he clicks his tongue like he’s unimpressed.
“Pathetic,” he mutters. “All that whining earlier, and now you can’t even keep your eyes open for me?”
He grins when you glare at him with your mouth full.
“There she is,” he says, voice low and amused. “Getting bratty with a cock down her throat. Cute.”
You moan around him, and the vibration makes his abs flex. You can tell—he’s trying not to react too fast. He’s dragging it out. He always does.
The phone’s still filming, angled perfectly to catch the tears streaming from your eyes, the messy sounds of your throat being used, the lewd slurping that fills the room.
“Bet you like this,” he hisses. “Knowing I’m gonna replay this every night after training. Stroke my cock to this video while you’re not around.”
You nod the best you can.
“Of course you do,” he murmurs. “You’re such a fucking show-off.”
He starts fucking your throat in earnest now—slow, controlled thrusts that go too deep and leave you gasping when he finally pulls out.
“Stick your tongue out.”
You do, and he slaps his cock against it—once, twice—leaving streaks of pre-cum across your cheek and chin.
“Smile for the camera,” he says, tilting the phone slightly for a better angle.
You smile, dazed and messy, spit stringing from your lips.
“God, you’re disgusting,” he mutters—but it’s almost affectionate. His thumb drags across your lower lip. “I’m gonna watch this so many fucking times.”
You blink up at him.
“Sae…”
“What?”
“Wanna make you cum.”
He chuckles under his breath, then finally lowers the phone slightly.
“Yeah?” His voice is darker now, hunger curling in it. “Then do it, sweetheart.”
You take him back into your mouth eagerly, jaw sore but willing, eyes glassy with need. The pressure in your throat builds as he thrusts in deeper, the muscles fluttering as you relax around him like he taught you. His pace gets rougher, the phone angling just right to capture your tear-streaked face, lips stretched around his cock, spit glistening down your chin.
“Fuck,” he growls, the tension in his voice now cracking at the edges. “Just like that—keep going.”
You gag again when he hits the back of your throat hard, but you don’t pull away. Not when he’s gripping your hair tighter, not when his abs are flexing, not when you feel him twitch against your tongue.
He breathes your name through clenched teeth, the sound almost reverent—then suddenly pulls out with a sharp curse.
“Stick your tongue out. Keep your eyes on the camera.”
You do, dazed and obedient, mouth open and ready as he fists his cock just above your face.
“Fucking filthy,” he mutters, breathing hard. “You like being on your knees that much?”
You whimper in response, tongue still out, cheeks flushed and wet with tears and drool.
Then he groans—a deep, guttural sound—and hot, sticky ropes of cum paint your face. Across your cheek. Your lips. The bridge of your nose. Some of it lands in your open mouth.
The camera catches all of it.
His breath shudders as he slows his strokes, the last few drops dripping onto your tongue.
“God, look at you,” he says, voice low and wrecked. “Fucking perfect.”
You close your mouth, swallowing what’s on your tongue, then wipe the rest of his cum from your cheek with your fingers and suck them clean—never breaking eye contact with the camera.
Sae curses again, shaky now.
“Gonna watch this every night,” he mutters, finally stopping the recording. “Don’t care where I am. Gonna jerk off to this messy little face until I get back home and do it again for real.”
You smile, cum-smeared and smug. “Better hurry back then.”
He chuckles, rough and breathless, cupping your cheek with a thumb that smears his own mess across your skin.
“Oh, I will.”
Your thighs are still trembling from earlier, face sticky with drying cum when he grabs your hips and flips you over onto your stomach without a word.
“You thought we were done?” Sae’s voice is rough as gravel, and he sounds almost annoyed at the idea.
Your face is pressed into the sheets, cheek smearing a streak of his earlier release as you turn your head to gasp, “No—”
“Good,” he snaps, already lining himself up behind you. “Then shut up and arch your back.”
He grabs your ass with one hand, slapping it hard, just once—enough to make you jolt and whine.
The other hand? Still holding the fucking phone.
You feel the cool glass of it as he drags it across your lower back, filming the curve of your ass, the slick between your thighs, the way you’re already clenching around nothing.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “Look at this—completely soaked, and I haven’t even put it in yet.”
You hear the soft sound of the phone focusing as he zooms in on your dripping pussy, then the low hitch of his breath.
“This view’s gonna ruin me.”
Then he’s pushing in—all the way, in one slow, ruthless stroke. You cry out into the sheets, and his hand lands on your lower back to keep you still.
“Shh,” he says. “The camera’s picking up everything. Don’t go crying now.”
You moan again anyway, louder this time, hips rocking back instinctively to meet his next thrust.
“You just don’t learn,” he growls. “Already fucked you messy, and you’re still needy?”
He starts moving—deep, punishing strokes that push you forward on the bed with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes around the room, mixing with your moans and his panting breaths.
You feel the phone shift position slightly as he raises it to film from above, angling it to capture the way you take him—how your pussy stretches around him, how the mess of his earlier cum drips down your inner thighs with every movement.
“Keep your ass up. Don’t make me tell you again.”
You obey instantly, arching your back more, which only makes him groan louder.
“There we go,” he breathes. “Sweetheart, you doing great.”
You gasp, pulse racing, thighs shaking under the pressure of his pace.
“Bet you like knowing I’m recording this,” he mutters. “You like imagining me watching this in a hotelroom, while I fist my cock to the sound of you moaning my name?”
You whimper something incoherent, and he chuckles darkly.
“I’ll fucking send this to you at midnight, just so you remember who owns this pussy.”
His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to make your spine arch deeper. The shift makes him hit that spot inside you just right, and a scream rips out of your throat.
“Say it,” he demands.
“Sae—fuck—yours, I’m yours—”
The phone catches everything—the way you sob it out, the wet, obscene sounds of his cock pounding into you, the red flush on your skin, the tremble in your thighs as you get closer and closer to breaking again.
You start to cum with a choked cry, walls fluttering violently around him, and that’s when he pulls the phone back slightly—ass bouncing, back arched.
“Shit,” he groans. “You’re gonna make me—fuck—”
He slams into you once, twice, then spills inside with a deep grunt, pushing in as far as he can go. His cum floods you, warm and thick, and the phone catches every second of it.
When he finally stops moving, he leans over your back, still inside you, still holding the phone.
You’re breathing hard into the sheets, sweaty, trembling, completely wrecked.
He lifts the phone one more time and points it at your cum-dripping cunt, spreading you open just slightly with two fingers.
“Gonna watch this every night,” he mutters, hitting stop on the recording. “And when I get back from my next away game?”
A You're trembling. « His warm breath drifts against your neck, right behind your ear, where a shiver spreads across your skin like wildfire.
Nanami clears his throat quietly behind you. » Baby... don't squeeze your thighs so tight, hm?« His voice is calm, steady as always, but there's an undertone—rough, warning.
You bite your lip, nod silently, and try to fix your gaze on the papers in front of you.
You've been sitting like this for a while now.
You, perched on his lap. Him, buried deep inside you.
It had taken time to convince Nanami to agree to this. His first argument was that he really needed to work, that having his cock inside you would only distract him.
But you begged. Promised you wouldn't move. Swore you'd sit still like a good girl and let him focus. After enough pleading—and the desperate ache in your voice—he finally sighed and gave in.
And now here you are. Stuffed full, stretched wide, every inch of you buzzing.
Every fiber of your body screaming for relief.
He fills you to the very brim, cock thick and heavy inside your pussy, pressing deep in the way you crave. The kind of stretch that makes you ache for movement, makes you burn for friction.
» Baby...« Nanami murmurs again, and with effort you force your thighs apart, loosening the tension in your muscles.
But your body is desperate, greedy. Instead of clenching, your leg starts bouncing—subtle at first. A quick little motion, up and down, restless against the floor.
You feel Nanami tense behind you, his breath hitching almost imperceptibly. He doesn't comment, but his silence says enough.
The faint movement helps—just a little. The tiniest ripple of relief as his cock shifts inside you, brushing against your walls. But it's not nearly enough. It could never be enough.
Your throat tightens as you bite down harder on your lip, fighting the moan clawing its way up. His chest is solid at your back, steady and broad, and all you want to do is melt against it, give in.
Instead, you twist the pen in your fingers, trying to look casual, trying to seem busy. Your leg bounces faster, your hips betray you with a faint roll forward. Just a small tilt, just enough to feel him rub deeper inside.
» Y/n,« Nanami says quietly, his tone even but his voice strained, losing some of its usual strength. » I'm trying to work.«
» I know...« you whisper, pained, the words coming out weak and cracked from the frustration burning in your chest. From the unbearable need thrumming low in your stomach.
You force yourself to still your leg, every muscle screaming in protest. Nanami exhales in relief behind you, a small sound slipping from his throat.
But you are anything but relieved. Your pussy clenches helplessly around him, wet and throbbing, your body begging for something you've promised not to take. He's inside you—thick, hot, hard—and you can't move, can't ride him, can't let yourself break.
Your hips twitch anyway, a tiny involuntary jerk forward. It's hardly anything, but the way his cock nudges that sweet spot makes your skin prickle.
You swallow the moan, nails biting into your thigh. It was your idea, you remind yourself, and now you have to live with the consequences. Nanami has work to do, and you swore you wouldn't distract him.
But God, every part of you aches for him. To feel him push deeper, harder, to lose yourself completely in his cock.
Your eyes flick to the water bottle on the table in front of you. You don't need it. Not at all. But you push yourself up anyway, teeth sinking into your lip as his cock slides out of you, slick and heavy, leaving you empty and raw.
You grab the bottle, heart pounding, then sink back down onto his lap. Not slow. Not careful. You drop hard.
» Ahhh—« you cry out as his cock slams back into you, spearing deep, hitting that spot inside that makes your whole body jolt. This time, you can't swallow the sound. It rips out of your throat, shameless, broken.
» Fuck, Y/n,« Nanami growls, his voice rough, hoarse, as his cock twitches violently inside you. Your thighs snap shut instinctively, trapping him there, squeezing him tight.
You can't stop your hips from rolling forward, chasing that sharp, aching pleasure you've been denied.
» Oh god...« your eyes flutter shut, rolling back from the sensation. Even the slightest friction makes you dizzy, drunk on him. Your walls grip him greedily, every nerve alight.
Nanami's hands slide to your hips, strong and steady, pinning you in place. He holds you still, refusing to let you grind down.
» Nanami...« you whimper, voice strained and broken. His lips brush behind your ear, a kiss soft and damp against burning skin.
» Twenty more minutes, sweetheart,« he murmurs, voice low but firm, each word pressing heavy against you. » Just hold on for me, yeah?«
You nod weakly, biting your lip until you taste blood, but his words don't soothe you. If anything, they make the ache worse.
Because you know twenty minutes will feel like an eternity with his cock sitting so deep inside you—filling you, stretching you, teasing you—and you're not allowed to move.
Your body trembles again, desperate, restless, every second dragging unbearably. Nanami's steady heartbeat presses against your back, his cock thick and pulsing inside you, and you know the waiting will break you long before the time is up.
hii mother! just in case you don’t know… i’m secretly you and mama’s love child 😏 so yeah, i’ve been dying to know — how did you and mama meet?? like give us the whole storyyy!! 😭💗 anyways love you mother & mama so much ❤️
hello sweetheart!! okay first i wanna be mama 😠😠 mother fits @notshinya more 🥰,
so basically we met 2021 on wattpad, were I was a German Tokyo revengers only writer and shinya was a writer too. So she massaged me and we talked about story’s and stuff until we started to talk about personal things. it was kinda on and off between uns and i even rejected her in summer of 2022 oops 😊😊 after that we talked normally and well we are together now since Oktober 2023 !!
