#nanami core

[dearose]

I have to admit that sometimes there is something very sexy (in my opinion) about asking permission you know? In "can I touch you?" "Is it ok if I spread it like this?" That feels good? When I move my finger like this?" "Deeper? Are you sure?" "I'm gonna go deeper now baby, tell me if it hurts." "Can I make you cum just like this?" That makes my knees buckle

[esha-isboogara]

𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓸 ♡

i neeeeed this man in my life 😞jesus christ can i have his dick in my mouth pls !!? also i noticed that i black-coded this sooo sorry not sorry :)

arima knows about your crush on him.

maybe it was his all work no play attitude. maybe it was his unsmiling face that always seemed to look hotter every day. or maybe it was how good he looked in those black suits.

whatever it was he absolutely had you hooked. arima was just so irresistible to you. it seemed like every little thing he did you were not far behind trying your best to get his attention.

you tried and tried for weeks. wearing tight fitting pencil skirts ,unbuttoning your house dangerously low when he came around. you even went as far as to purposefully drop things infront of him , making a big show out of having to bend down to retrieve it. but it all seemed to go unnoticed.

until today.

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"are you crying? stupid fucking slut can't even take what I give her”. he shook his head in disgust and loosened his grip on your mascara stained cheeks.

he wasn’t even close to done with you yet but he figured he’d allow your jaw to rest to a minute or two. the last thing he wanted was for your jaw to lock up. or maybe that is what he wanted. for once you’d shut that smart mouth of yours.

“i thought you wanted this , you’ve been prancing around this office like some kind of common slut trying so desperately to get my attention. you think i haven’t heard you in the break room talking to mado about your little crush ? and now that you’ve got me you aren’t able to handle it”. he clicked his tongue condescendingly.

you tried to speak but his grip was iron. arima felt a sick kind of glee watching you struggle to tell him what you wanted.

“do you have something to say bitch ? well go on, tell me what’s on your mind”.

“i can take it arima sir”- you said quickly, struggling to get your thoughts together. “use my mouth..use my body however you please i am yours”.

the platinum haired man grinned down at you. “you wasted your breath little girl. i am well aware of who you belong to. i plan on using your body however and whenever i please”. he guided his dick back towards your lips. “now be a good girl and let me use your mouth”.

eager to please you tried your best to take all of him down your throat but alas your gag reflex would not allow it.

eventually he was tired of it. he wanted to fuck your face not watch you throw up all over his freshly steamed carpets.

yanking you back by your curls he forced your neck back so you were looking at his face. “alright whore since you can’t seem to do this lets try something else. get up and bend down over my desk”.