#dessy go ape shit

[nymphoheretic]

@linpunny suffer with me

thinking about ex husband! nagi, who still visits to play with the kids. to see his children happy in their home.

thinking about ex husband! nagi, whose children visit every weekend, but he still insists on coming on tuesdays, knowing tuesday is your day off. who always says that "it's okay, i'm only staying a few hours for the children, honey," using the same petname you've asked him so many times to stop using.

thinking about ex husband! nagi, who tells the children he can't stay for too long, in hopes they beg their mommy to "let daddy stay home, just for the night"

thinking about ex husband! nagi, whose plan worked like a charm.

ex husband! nagi, who somehow finds his way back into your bed. who tucks the kids in their bed with goodnight kisses and, magically, he's on top of you. again.

you tell him you shouldn't be doing this, that the kids are still up and- fuck, you really shouldn't be fucking your ex husband.

but nagi knows you. he knows your body all too well. he knows where to touch to make you gasp, where to stroke to elicit these little gasps that make his day. or, well, his night.

and oh, nagi know how to make you feel so good.

"fuck- seishiro-" your breath came in short gasps, one hand gripping his wrist, the other grasping his shoulder. you could feel the sting of the cold metal ring he wore against your walls, tight cunt stretched out with his the magical work of his fingers.

"fuck.. baby.. i fucking missed this," his breath came into contact with your neck, lightly sweating at the heat of your bodies. "missed your sweet pussy. y' like that, hm? moan f'me, pretty."

when you don't oblige, his fingers push a little harder. thrust a little faster. go in a little further so they feel that sweet spot where you carve attention the most. it makes you moan aloud, earning a satisfied grin from him. you feel the heat rush up your face in embarrassment at the situation, one of the kids could walk in on you two at any given minute. and you don't assume nagi has locked the door.

"yes baby, just like that," he huffs a soft breath into your ear, intensifying the pleasure. "cum on my fingers baby, mhm? wanna see you make a mess on these pretty sheets"

his fingers remain relentless, pushing you further towards ecstasy with each thrust. your hips push in rhythm with his wrist, eyes shut and breath heavy. and nagi is an insistent man, his determination to make you come undone on his pale fingers unwavering. each thrust faster than the previous.

and you do.

you see stars, calling his name softly after each hissed breath. sucking air in, he feels your approaching orgasm. it's a melody to hear, an a sight to see. there's nothing nagi enjoys watching than the way your eyebrows crease in the space between and your mouth fall agape in soft pleas and whimpers.

"yes, yes, just like that," he encourages you, "just like that, that's a good girl."