šāļøĀ 18+ mdni Ā·Ā nanami loves giving you hickeys
Nanami's hips roll and slap against your skin, the further he thrusts inside you. His entire bedroom smells of sweat and sex, despite several candles of the same scent lit and the window cracked open.
"Are you tired?" His gravelly voice has since gone lower as the moon and stars begin to flitter across the sky. Each syllable he's uttered turns sensual in your ears.
"No." You answer, swiftly locking him in for a kiss.
He wraps your legs around his waist securely and bottoms out again. A heady moan rips from your mouth, and he swallows the sound whole.
Nanami's kisses move to your nose, to the apples of your cheeks, down your throat, and then settle into the baseline between your neck and collarbone. There, he stops and sucks on the crook of it.
The sensation feels too good, rendering you completely into a state of pure bliss and arousal. You swear you hear yourself beg for more, telling him not to stop from both the way he's marking you and the way he's fucking you hopelessly raw.
He might've said something you didn't quite hear or passed a garbled response in return. No matter, you feel the pace quickening and his teeth latching to your skin tighter.
Nanami has never marked you like this before. Oftentimes, they were purely accidental, and they're almost always in discreet places where both of you fail to notice them. But, tonight, when you ask him to cover you with his marks, with something entirely Nanami, he pauses.
He isn't one to lose control easily. He is someone who does things with precision and careful considerations. Even then, a simple mishap can undoubtedly be rectified with alternative solutions.
Thus, an impulsive action such as this is unlike any he has ever committed before. There is a subtle bewilderment marring across his features, though anyone who doesn't know him to the extent that you do would have deduced that Nanami looks like he's onlyĀ thinking.
There, in his eyes, is an undulated discovery of something quite like finding a secret that only he can have.
"Kento," you call out, cupping his cheeks. "What is it?"
He leans into the touch and kisses your palm. His thumb occasionally brushes the fresh bruise he caused. "It's nothing."
"It doesn't hurt, my love." You say. "If that's what you're worried about."
Nanami's smile appears at the corner. You feel it quirk up against the corner of your hand. "I know, darling."
"Can we continue?" You lightly tease, tapping your foot against the dimple of his lower back.
Nanami tilts your head over to the left. The other side of your unmarked neck becomes visible. He leans down to you, his breath only a whispering distance from your skin.
"Let me," he coaxes before he sucks on the unblemished skin.
His hands travel back to your thighs, massaging them repeatedly, ridding you of pins and needles. His thrusts never cease, as if all that stored energy he has had from being a sorcerer has done him well to maintain a consistent amount of stamina.
As Nanami moves to mark each underside of your breasts next, he guides your arms to his head where he insists that you run your fingers through his hair.
"Oh, shit, baby," you moan near his ears.
"Hmm," his voice vibrates.
Nanami momentarily pulls out. He guides your head on a fluffed pillow before he angles you in a venus butterfly position.
His lips move closer to the top of your sopping mound, where he sucks just right above your clit. You grip his hair hard, accidentally yanking a couple of strands. You couldn't even form an apology afterwards, because Nanami never stops his lustful drive. He bites against your skin, pulls your pubic hair teasingly, and moans languidly at the euphoric feeling of it all.
"Oh, my God! Kento! Wait! T-Too much!"
"Pull harder." He grits his teeth, looking at you through your curled bush. "I don't care. Just pull if you must."
Maybe because it's your cunt and it's been sensitive for the past few hours after coming several times, and it's also because it's near your clit where in replacement of his cock, his fingers resume the pounding, and maybe it's because it's simply Nanami Kento ā whatever reason it can be, you never expect that when Nanami gives you a hickey right there, it's probably the most intense feeling you've ever felt than any of the hickeys he's given you so far.
And you wonder, why have you two not done this before?
You're left squirming for what little control you can find: none. Your hands scramble to the sheets, gripping them tightly before Nanami forces them back into his hair, demanding that if there's anything you're going to have to hold as he continues, it's going to beĀ him.
"Baby," you call out in a daze. "T-Too much. Too sensitive."
"Just one more." He kisses your clit. "We'll be finished soon."
You must have agreed because it isn'tĀ just one moreĀ as he declared. Nanami scatters his marks everywhere around your body like constellations. They come in different sizes, each with their own sense of claim. He makes sure, however, that even when he discovers just how wonderful you are with the hickeys he's created, he wouldn't go overboard.
But the one thing he loves most from his work? It's that blotch of purple on your pussy.
"You look beautiful." He says in admiration, his index finger playfully twisting around your pubic hair.
You lean into his touch when he scoops you in his arms and embraces you tightly. "I want to give you one, too."
Nanami smooths your hair. "When you're well-rested. I will let you."
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this is sorta my form of apology (and free therapy) for thatĀ hbd nanamiĀ post to anyone who has read that. enjoy :>Ā
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