(i pretty much just post wtv i want + reblog any fics (primarily smut) i rlly like) (might start writing smut or fluff, im not sure…) (hope this is a judgement free zone)
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likes:
- anime (one piece, jujutsu kaisen, my hero academia, gachiakuta, black clover, attack on titan, chainsaw man, etc)
- the last of us (i personally dont like the show but i LOVE the games and i love ellie 😼)
- music (the only music i dont listen to if im being honest is probably like rock or country.. i dont like country… only country song i like is country girl by luke bryan, i like shaking my ass)
- shifting (i still love making pinterest boards for drs, SUEEE MEEEE)
- others (i also love atla, outer banks, euphoria, invincible, the pitt, the maze runner, teen wolf, arcane, that titans show with brenton thwaites as nightwing, dispatch (i want waterboy), just to name a few)
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ignore this entirely if you:
- support trump, maga, ice, and/or israel (🍅🍅🍅🍅)
- are homophobic, xenophobic, islamophobic, ableist, racist, etc. (🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅)
- are a minor (ngl ive been on this app since i was 13 and i heavily ignored the “mdni” warnings so i suppose yall can stay since i cant stop u but do NOOOTTT interact with me or any future posts from me pls pls pls pls pls i beg u)
neighbor!shoko ieiri keeps finding excuses to send you videos of her playing with her pussy ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
cw: mdni, masturbation, pervert!shoko, art by shki00
It’s a beautiful night of summer and after a long day of heat, you’re thankful for the breeze coming through your window. You move slowly, taking your pack of cigarettes and a lighter as well as a glass of wine, just in case. Your hair moves as you lean in the window, lighting a cigarette and taking a few drags. You don’t even think about the sheer nightgown you’re wearing, no one is in the streets at these hours.
At least that’s what you thought, because after half of your cigarette you see your neighbor walking towards the entrance of the building, she makes contact with you instantly, smiling as her eyes lower just enough to catch your nipples poking in the dress.
You recognize her with just one look, dark brown hair and that cute mole next to her eye. You remember that her name is Shoko and that she’s rather odd and aloof. Since you found her at a bar and spent a night flirting with her without knowing that she’s your neighbor, she’s been acting strange. You went from never seeing her in the building, to see her at all times. In the elevator, in the entrance, in the supermarket close to the apartments. She was everywhere.
You keep smoking, the cherry of your cigarette glowing softly in the dark as you exhale a slow cloud of smoke into the warm summer air. The breeze feels nice against your skin, making the thin fabric of your nightgown shift and cling in all the right places. Shoko had already disappeared inside the building, but her little smile and the way her gaze lingered on your chest still replay in your head. Weird girl. Cute, though.
A few minutes pass. You sip your wine, letting the cool glass rest against your lips, when your phone buzzes on the windowsill. You glance down, expecting maybe a spam text or something from a friend. Instead, it’s from an unknown number. But you know who it is. You swapped numbers that night at the bar, back when the flirting felt light and fun and you had no idea she lived right across the hall.
The message is a video. Your thumb hovers for a second before you tap play, keeping the volume low just in case.
The screen fills with Shoko’s face first. She’s in what looks like her own bedroom, dim lighting, messy sheets behind her. Her dark brown hair is loose, falling over one shoulder, and she stares straight into the camera with a lazy smile. “Hey…” she whispers, voice a little breathy. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you at the window. Your nipples looked so pretty poking through that dress.”
Then the camera tilts down. She’s lying back on her bed, legs spread, completely naked. Her fingers are already between her thighs, sliding slowly over her pussy, glistening a little under the lamp light. She lets out a soft sigh as she circles her clit, hips twitching just enough to show how into it she is. “Mmm… wanted to tell you in person but this is easier. Look how wet you made me just from that little peek.”
The video keeps going, her fingers moving faster, dipping inside herself with wet sounds that make your face heat up. She moans quietly, eyes fluttering half-closed. “Come over if you want. Or keep watching. I don’t mind either way… your tits are still on my mind.”
It ends there, the screen freezing on her flushed expression.
You stare at your phone for a long moment, heart beating quicker than it should. Part of you wants to be offended, even harassed but the other part can’t ignore the rush spreading through your body, nipples tightening again like they know they’re being thought about.
Before you can even decide what to do, another text pops up. Just three words.
3ºA. Door’s unlocked.
You bite your lip, glancing toward the widow to gather your thoughts. You could ignore it. Pretend you never saw the video. Or—
You take one last drag of your cigarette, crush it out and set the wine glass down. Your bare feet pad across the floor as you grab a light robe, though you don’t bother tying it too tight. It takes you less than a minute to get to her door, you don’t even bother knocking.
oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breath during smex!
sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((
“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.
“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.
nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.
he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.
one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breath whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(
“baby, baby. breathhh.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.
“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”
you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.
the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.
“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.
