#day 13

Linktober 2025 Day 13: Village 🍄🍄‍🟫🍄🍄‍🟫🍄

nsfw. mdni.

Nanami has you bent over the couch, hands full of your tits as he buries his face into your neck, inhaling the coconut-scented tanning oil you'd applied in anticipation of your daytrip to the beach. His cock ruts into your dripping cunt, re-stuffing his load from ten minutes earlier into you sloppily. Your coverup is tossed across the room somewhere and your swimsuit bottoms are yanked down past your knees, top half-untied and swaying by a thread with each thrust.

"You knew what you were doing with that silver bikini," he pants, nibbling and sucking on the delicate skin of your throat, marking you as his. "Knew I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of your … ngh … perfect tits and — and pretty pussy. Hopefully I'll get it outta my system so—"

His rambling is abruptly interrupted by your phone going off, which is within his reach, balancing precariously on the couch's arm. The contact photo mocks him: a shock of white hair and piercing blue eyes, head tilted back into a laugh.

Laughing at all the times he's interrupted, no doubt.

Nanami slows to answer, brutal pace now languid. Somehow you feel even more full as you clamp around him, and a low moan escapes your lips as Nanami hits "accept".

"Thought you w—wouldn't be here until nine," he grumbles, eyes glued to where your bodies connect. He puts Gojo on speaker and sets the phone down right next to you both, hand sliding over your mouth as he rests his chin on your shoulder and keeps pumping. His heavy balls thump against your thighs, but the pace is so slow that the telltale noise of your mutual pleasure is subdued.

"Have you checked the weather?" Gojo asks, voice crackling with bad reception. "The storm took a turn and it's headed toward land. S'posed to rain all day.

You pout at the news, but this only seems to spur your husband on further as he increases his pace; still slow enough to be silent, but torturous nonetheless. You whine against his palm, which he presses even harder against your lips.

"You still there?"

"Y-yeah, still here," Nanami huffs, "so, what, we rescheduling?"

"Yeeeeahh, I'm thinking next weekend. Hey — did you see the game last night? I —"

Nanami uses a single finger to hang up, tapping the red button with too much force to be friendly, immediately relieving the pressure on your face. "He never shuts up," he mutters, shaking his head to chase Satoru Gojo far away before resuming. "Mm, but now I don't have to rush. Gonna fuck this pussy all. Day." One hand slides to your lower stomach, pressing down as his original pace resumes. "Fuck — be loud again, honey. Show your husband how much y'love his cock."

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