let’s have a date night where we watch movies and drink hot choco while we laugh at rin and isagi being locked out of the house 🥹 i brought ginger bread cookies !
but omg river a concept just came to mind and i NEED to let it out or else i’ll go insane. tokyo drift! rin who’s the best drifter in all of tokyo and he’s just the typical intimidating guys who name can make anyone shiver and tremble— ppl think he has girls lined up for him, either the prettiest model or a known idol from a famous agency, but instead every time he comes home to you— he‘a feeling like the luckiest man in the world. no need for excessive glory when his car crosses the finishing line— no engine revving constantly in the midst of a full car garage. just you, quiet, content but absolutely brilliant you . you’re not a famous model or a talented idol — but a good girl who makes sure his schedule is right to a T ! (i’m going insane u can tell i read a lot of bad boy x smart girl tropes)
KAYLA MY MOST BELOVED<3333 sign. me. up!!!!! sounds like the most perfectest date night. movies, cookies, making fun of men - what more can a gal need?? 😌✨ you truly offer the entire package
no no bc i feel like at this point a coronation is in order :((( </333 i must crown you officially as the QUEEN OF AUS bc you truly never miss. you know i love me some smexy 2D men who can make a car go vroom vroom<33 but then really you’re the only thing that can make their heart go vroom vroom<333 (someone put me in JAIL i cannot believe i’m about to publish this, willingly, to the internet my creative writing teachers would skin me) BUT LIKE !!!! this goes to show 👀👀 kayla u think you’ll go insane?? i’ve lost any chance at sane thoughts since you dangled spidey! isagi in front of me like a tasty little carrot i wanna chomp on (both the carrot and isagi. but mostly isagi sksjshjdfkfk)
tokyo drift! rin 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 pls ur absolutely right bad boy x smart girl just hits the spot, tickles my funny bone delightfully as they say (LITERALLY WHO SAYS THAT) a classic for a reason. rin might come off as the cockiest bastard alive when he wipes the floor with every other drifter who dares to challenge him - but he’s just aware of his skills. and as someone who’s the best in his field, it’s only natural he deserves the best in return, so of course he’d pursue you <3 what’s fame and industry talent to your quiet resilience. to your remarkable cleverness. to your gentle yet limitless love and support.
yeah, rin knows he’s good. but it’s with you by his side when he’s the best <3
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heyy vaygas how u doin babes?
first of, LOVE your work!!! the dads friend fic? can’t get over it, still did not recover!
can i ask for a mean dom nanami that makes you squirt through your panties and bullies u for it? 🥺 while enjoying himself as well hehe like “look at the mess u made/how messy u are” vibes
thx 💗
❤︎ ໋𓈒 nanami making you squirt for the first time.
warnings. fem! reader, praise, tried making him mean but he’s still soft :>, squirtin, dirty talk, talking you through it, mdni. an. 'm good!! thank u sm!
“make you do what, sweetheart?” he’d murmur right up against your ear. you felt a chill run up your spine the moment he presses a soft kiss near the inside corner of your neck. he was so gentle with his touch, you laid back against him with your legs practically parted—sprawled all open. “tell me what you want from me. talk to me nice.”
a near pout stretched against the corners of your lips before you reply with a sigh, “i- i want you to make me squirt again,” and you dragged out your words just a tad bit. his body heat behind you was immensely hot, warm even. “can never do it right by myself.”
“ah. course you can’t,” he purrs in a low melodic soothing tone. nanami’s fingers strum against the outer part of your panties and your breath achingly hitches. “say pretty please. use those manners, sweetheart. taught you well, did i not?”
he was practically insufferable, although he always did like the sound of your voice. “pretty please,” you reply with a quickness, feeling your knees merely buckle. he was a tease, brushing a few fingers near the middle part of your underwear. “pretty please, i want you to make a mess out of me.”
“atta girl,” he whispers, kissing the back of your forehead. and that’s the moment when he gently squeezes near your thigh, uttering out a playful. “now lie back ‘n i’ll do just that.”
“can i— may i take off my panties?” you breathe, moaning once he gingerly brings his right hand to softly grip near your breasts.
he grazes a thumb to run against your perky nipple before giving it a nice squeeze. he finds it cute, the way you’re so helplessly needy, squirming all against him just so he can start. your entire head was clouded, you hold in a sharp breath before a whine skims past your lips.
“nooo, darling,” he denies you, and that was probably the most sweetest ‘no’ you’ve ever been told before. his other hand that resided between your thighs starts to softly create strokes against your clit. he hums, feeling the nearly faded dampened spot, oh how soaked you were. “good girls get their panties removed. we aren’t past that part yet, are we not?”
you pout, another sweetened sigh leaving out of you. “but i said pretty please.”
“and i heard you the first time, my love,” he says, and you whimper once he feels all over your chest. his rough fingers had such a softness to it, you hadn’t even realized how prematurely soaked you were. it was a bit of playful sass to his tone, you swallow before rubbing the back of your head against his chest. “now. let me make you my messy girl as promised, ‘n i’ll think about removing this pretty panties, okay?”
“… okay.”
nanami lowly chuckles, and you lean back against him the moment he starts to create a bit of stimulation against your clit.
“oh, don’t be so disappointed,” and he starts slow strokes. deep filthy strokes, you wanted for him to just remove your panties … but alas, that wouldn’t happen just yet. nanami created a plethora of chaste kisses near the inner part of your neck whilst your legs twitch in pleasure. you were far too sensitive, moaning each time his tongue softly drags against the sweet soft parts of your neck. you were addicting, equivalent to a drug. nanami loved to kiss up and down your neck, leave all kinds of marks only for him to see. “you want me to go rougher? ‘s that why you keep whining?”
“p-please,” you concur, with a needy nod, feeling him bring a hand near your neck now. thick fingers swiftly of his wrap until you wear his hand that went around your throat like a necklace.
you wanted him to just be a tad bit rougher, just a little. you loved him being gentle, you did. but you also liked when he’d be a little mean. the times where nanami would come home from work stressed and full of fatigue. letting him taking everything out on your sweet pussy, his ultimate cure for stress relief. he was forever grateful for you. “more, kento. ‘wan more, choke me harder.”
his hand that went around your throat had a firm grip to it, a thumb of his softly swipes down the middle part of your throat and he turns your head for a kiss. you were panting heavily, each dramatic breath that left your mouth only grew substantially louder. “such a nasty fuckin’ girl. can feel you pulse all through your panties, sweetheart.”
“kento,” you’d whimper, reaching down to touch his wrist — but he lightly smacks it, earning a sweet whine from you.
“nuh uh. no touching. ‘s only for my hands,” he husks, making his strokes against your panties go ten times faster, the tempo was so vigorous that your moans became even more vocal. “silly girl. did you forget already? you have to ask to touch yourself.”
swallowing an invisible thick lump, you mewl out a sweet, “can i—”
“no baby,” he chortles, finding it cute at your attempt to even ask directly after the fact. nanami could essentially hear the pout curl amongst your lips before your eyebrows form into a perturbed adorable furrow. you were coming close, you knew that very much all too well.
it was coming at such a high chasing pace that you could barely keep up with your own breaths. even at his attempt of being ‘mean’ he was still so sweet. he couldn’t help it, especially if it was with you.
pathetically so, you felt yourself twitching within his hold. nanami’s hand that went around your throat softly massages the part where you breathe, he could feel the candied vibrations of your own moans leave out every few seconds. it was his favorite sound, forevermore his favorite tune to even hear.
“close, are you?” he simpers, and he’s using his entire hand at this point, maneuvering such rough circles against your clit. the cloth of your panties that protected it made you pout, you desperately yearned for it to just be taken off already. “mhm. wait, be quiet for a sec.”
all that could be heard was the sound of your cute exasperated breaths and the squelches that came from your soaked pussy. the fabric of your underwear was thin, basically shielding hardly anything.
“listen to her with me,” he whispers against your neck, referring to your pussy. he’s coating you with various more kisses to make you twitch and throb for more. “she’s needy for me. sloppy ‘n everything, so desperate to make a fuckin’ mess on her husband.”
“k-kentooo,” you’d moan, and his hand that was wrapped around your throat shifts its attention back towards your chest. he squeezes your right tit, massaging all around it before prodding a thumb against your nipple. “f-fuck i feel it.”
your orgasm gradually builds up, it’s like a wave that continued to rise and rise.
your thighs, even your legs began to quaver and by now, you were all slumped up against nanami. his words went straight towards your cunt, ringing all through your ears. even his dirty talk was bittersweet, rich and simply enchanting. “come on,” he sighs lowly, feeling himself start to get hard just from your pleasure. “give it to me. be a good nasty girl ‘n let go on me.”
everything came on a whim, your legs felt so numb and shook before whether moments—you felt yourself finally release.
a sudden slick gush runs out of you, and your panties were even more soaked now. you felt so flushed. the stupidest expression on your face, hooded eyes, maw dangled open as you’re panting heavily … it was a sight.
the dampened spot near the entrance of your underwear was so cute. he chuckles, strumming a thumb against that specific spot while you’re riding out your orgasm, legs vigorously still shaking from impact.
“…my oh my,” he sings, and that’s when he finally pulls your panties towards the side. nanami runs a finger down your slit before giving it a playful pinch just to hear you whimper out. “what a mess.”
“such a messy girl i’ve got myself here,” he continues, and then he slowly sinks a finger into your folds. “mhm. do you wanna be even messier for me though? we can always try it again, without the panties this time, my love.”
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