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ih8simps · 4 days ago

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“He’s cute” JJK SMAU Pt 2

Feat Gojo, Yuuta, & Suguru

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ih8simps · 4 days ago

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Was on a mini unplanned hiatus but I’m baaaaaaack 🤩

#x reader #jjk smau #coming right up

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ih8simps · 12 days ago

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This is a masterpiece

first time fitting all of nanami in with no prep. thick!woc!reader. huge size difference. brief mention of cervix fucking. . .

the bedroom feels too quiet, like it knows what you’re about to do.

the lamps burn low, gold light spilling over the wide bed, across your nightdress, your thighs, his chest. nanami lies beneath you, broad and bare, pale skin glowing in that soft light.

his glasses are long gone. his hair is mussed from your earlier kissing, his lips flushed.

your hips were straddling his lap, baby blue nightdress bunched up to your waist. tonight would be the night you’d try taking him without thirty minutes of prep.

and to be transparent—you were determined… and worried.

nanami was just so big. his dick—thick, heavy against you and long—almost the size of your forearm—veiny, terrifying—is pressed heavy against your already sappy folds.

the flushed mushroom tip leaves slick smears of precum along your slit.

and he knew he was big too. that’s why he was so big on prep before having sex—afraid he might hurt you and make you not-the-good-type of sore.

and so, he was worried too.

nanami’s palms grip your hips, careful but firm, thumbs stroking circles like he’s trying to soothe you before anything even starts. his eyes meet yours. worried. pained, almost.

“sweetheart…” his voice is ragged, already low with need, but gentle too.

“we—we don’t have to… do it like this. not without—” he breaks off, hissing softly as your hand slides down to wrap around his base, pressing him against your dripping entrance.

“i can do it, ken.” your voice is softer than his, but more certain.

you look down at him with that watery-eyed determination that makes him lose his breath. “i promise i can take you. all of you this time.”

your words punch through his restraint. his brows furrow, his lips part like he wants to argue—but then you’re pushing down. slowly, carefully, agonizingly.

the thick mushroom head of his dick parts you open, a sharp stretch that makes your throat break on a whimper. your palm presses to his chest for balance, and his heartbeat is hammering there, just as fast as yours.

nanami moans—deep, guttural—his head falling back against the pillow.

his grip on your hips tightens, but he doesn’t push or pull. he lets you take him, inch by trembling inch, his girthy dick splitting you wider and wider until your pussy swallows him whole.

“fuck—sweetheart, please—slow,” he pants, chest heaving, sweat beading at his temples. “don’t… don’t hurt yourself—ohhhgodd…”

your lashes flutter, mouth falling open. pathetic little moans tumble from you with every inch.

sweet sappy pussy stretched wide open, brown thighs already shaking around him. and nanami? he looks flushed. fucked-out. mind-fucked—eyes threatening to roll back on just how warm and wet you feel.

and it hurts him to admit that you feel even more better without the prep.

you sound ruined already, and you’re only halfway down, fatter inches to go. “n-no! ken—mmh—i can do it… please, just—fu-fuck,”

and then—finally—your thighs meet his. you bottom out. stuffed, full, stretched to your breaking point.

the room goes still except for your breathless whimpers and his ragged moans.

his dick throbs inside you, and you can feel the way your walls cling desperately around the thick base, cream already pooling and dripping down his shaft. he’s kissing right against your cervix. you swear you could feel him deeper, finding solace in your stomach.

nanami’s eyes snap open again. his gaze burns. his jaw tightens. and then, soft but trembling—

“you… you took all of me. fuck, you’re so good to me, sweetheart. so perfect. my wife.”

your pussy clenches around him like it doesn’t know how to let go. you’re stuffed to the brim, every inch of him inside you, and it feels like too much, like you should stop.

but you don’t.

you can’t.

not when he fills you up so good, stuffed to the brim. not when the stretch is so obscene you’d think you’d feel pain but all you feel is overwhelming pleasure and pressure. not when he’s gripping your hips, looking up at you with glossed eyes and wet lips parted.

so, instead you whimper, pressing your palms to his chest, rocking your hips experimentally.

the drag of his dick against your walls makes you cry out, head tipping back.

“mm—ohhhh fu-fuck,” your voice breaks on the syllables, already half-gone.

nanami groans, a sound punched straight from his chest, his hands clutching at your hips so hard the fat spills between his fingers. “sweetheart… please, slow down, i—ohhhfuuckk, i can’t—”

but you don’t slow.

you lift yourself an inch, thighs trembling, then drop back down. the bed creaks. a wet, obscene sound fills the room as his cock punches deep into your pussy again.

the way you suck him in has nanami seeing stars.

your body bounces, thighs jiggling, tits heaving under the straps of your nightdress until one slips, baring a heavy breast. nanami’s eyes snap to it, and he makes a noise so raw you almost don’t recognize it as him.

almost high-pitched. needy. pathetic.

always professional, ethical, calculating nanami turned pathetic and broken under you.

you start moving faster, needy, desperate, sloppy.

your ass claps against his hips, thighs shaking, cream spilling over his dick and pooling at his base. your nightdress rides higher with every bounce until it’s bunched just beneath your tits.

“ken—ohhgod, ken—‘s so big, ‘m so f-full—” you’re babbling now, dumb little moans spilling out of you like you can’t help it. your lips part, spit glistening at the corner of your mouth, eyes glossy and unfocused.

and fuck, nanami can’t take it.

he sits up suddenly, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other cupping your face. his mouth crashes against yours, and it’s filthy—tongues sliding, teeth clashing, spit dripping down your chin and onto your tits.

you moan into his mouth, his tongue pushing deep, sloppy and hot, and he groans right back, chest rumbling beneath your palms.

your kiss is messy. disgusting, spit slicking both your lips until there’s a string of it connecting you when you break for air.

he looks at you like a man so starved, glossy eyes now half-lidded, watching your body bounce up and down on him.

for a split second, his eyes dart to the mirror behind you, hazel orbs immediately linked onto your ass.

“look at yourself, baby,” nanami breathlessly rasps, his forehead pressed to yours, his voice rough and ruined. he holds your jaw, thumb under your chin as he turns it toward the mirror across the bed, and you whimper when you see it.

in the glass, it’s obscene.

your ass claps with every bounce, fat and flushed, cream smeared down the thick length of his cock.

heavy breasts bounce wildly, one bare, covered in spit, the other straining against your nightdress. your stomach folds soft as you ride him, sweat slicking your skin. your face—ruined. drool wetting your lips, eyes rolled back, pouty mouth open as you moan like a dumb bunny.

“s-so beautiful,” nanami groans, hips thrusting up to meet you now, his composure cracking. “my wife—taking me so well—haah! sweetheart, i can’t—”

“y-yes you can, ken—o-ohh, y’feel s-so good,” you manage you say through whimpers and heavy breaths.

you bounce harder, sloppy, needy, the bed squeaking with the force of it. his cock drags every nerve raw, sweet and sappy pussy clenching greedily, cream spilling more and more until it drips onto the sheets beneath you.

“ken, ken—‘m gonna—gonna mfh—cum, fu-fuuck—!” your voice cracks, high and pathetic, brown thighs quivering around him.

nanami moans breathlessly, slamming you down onto his lap, thrusting up into you sloppily, making the whole bed shake. his lips crash against yours again, tongues tangling, drool spilling as you whimper into his mouth.

and then—his hips stutter.

his sick throbs violently inside you. and with a broken, guttural moan, he cums.

it’s messy. hot, thick ropes spill deep inside you, so much you feel it bloom in your tummy, so much it leaks out instantly around the base, mixing with your cream in a sloppy, pearly mess. in the mirror, you can see it dripping down his cock, wetting his balls, smearing the sheets beneath.

nanami clutches you to his chest, still kissing you, swallowing your whines and sobs as he empties himself inside.

his moans are desperate, whiny, not the composed man you know—just your husband, ruined, pathetic, breaking for you. “ohhhhgod—baby, you’re milking me—my beautiful wife—fuck, so much, so full—”

and you? babbling back into his mouth, lips wet, voice high—

“so warm, ken, s-sooo much—don’t stop, don’t stop, please, please—”

his cum spills out between you both, leaking down your thighs, dripping onto the bed in heavy strings. in the mirror, it looks like filth.

in his arms, it feels like heaven.

“shit… you drive me insane.”