▬▬ stellar collision: astronomical transit
NANAMI LIKED THE SOUND OF THE GENTLE TRICKLING OF WATER—it was only his saving grace after a day-long of mission. He had finished five missions today, even worked overtime. It was half-hour passed eight o'clock in the evening when he got home, then hitting the showers to relieve some his stress.
Work had been extra tedious and strict that whole week, especially after the incident with Mori's family. The higher-ups decided to pardon them, (with Gojo's approval as well), and be exiled God knew where. The sorcerers needed not only to be vigilant from all the increasing cursed spirits, but there was an circulating distrust amongst them and they chose to work alone instead. It was something unavoidable, since no one wanted to be stabbed on the back.
It wasn't just Gojo who was sent overseas for missions, but you as well.
The freak show you displayed on Kyoto, it spread throughout the country . . . It was a bloody mess that it took a while to pacify the public and media—most of them were had their memories erased. As for the devout believers of jujutsu—specifically to Tengen-sama—they were thrilled to discover the existence of another immortal, and it displeased you, of course. To avoid interactions from them, you were given missions abroad.
Nanami was aware of the life-long tradition weaved by some old fools. There were those organization of assassins and cults who worshipped the immortals like gods. He also knew that you didn't want attention; having known what blind worship was like, he never understood the fanaticism humans were capable of.
It had been four days now, and he hadn't seen you since then . . . Since that night he shared a physical intimacy with you.
After that occurrence—his shared kiss with you—it never left his mind. There were instances that it would appear in his thoughts and he couldn't help but ponder about it. It would even distract him in the middle of his mission and had almost got himself injured.
Nanami, mindlessly, touched his lower lip while the water from the shower was gushing down his built. Your lips felt good on his—that he could never deny. He didn't know what kind of enchantment had struck him, but it seemed like he was craving for your lips . . . and wanting to kiss you again.
Suddenly, under the cold shower, fire licked his whole being. You had shared your warmth with him, and he wanted to feel more. To see what you looked like under those clothes, to taste your flesh, to trace your lines with his hands. It was something he couldn't comprehend, but the invisible pull you created was strong, and even thinking about you now felt like a sin, because he'd drink you with pleasure like an ambrosia thickly dripping on his tongue.
Fuck . . .
All he could do was mutter strings of curses as he tensed his jaw. He also felt his member hardening, his mind eliciting unholy thoughts just imagining you under him. The night was still young, it seemed to be normal for a hormonal man like him to have dirty thoughts and touch himself. It had been a while since he got laid, and all the while, he had collected lots of pent-up stress, thus having a release was what he really needed.
His fingers itched to wrap them around his girth and pump his length, but he held it there, leaving his hand hanged centimeters away from it. He then groaned in so much frustration as he planted an arm on the tiled wall and reposed his head there.
What he was doing was wrong . . . He couldn't just . . . exhales . . . fantasize you—his colleague, much more.
Nanami cleared his thoughts, sighing, as he calmed the beast you unconsciously awakened. He let the cold water kill his heat, closing his eyes, and craned his head up to face the shower head. All of the sudden, your face shot up again on his mind. Fucking shit. He cursed, more annoyed than ever, then rubbing his face with his palms.
Wrong . . . It is wrong.
He couldn't just submit to such desire. Sighing for an umpteenth time, he turned off the shower and grabbed his towel. Maybe he'd just cook something to kill the forthcoming arousal.
Soon after dressing himself up, he went out of his bathroom. Yet the atmosphere in his pad felt different once stepping outside. There was presence for sure, but there was no malignant intent tearing through. Concealing his presence completely, he took another step, careful not to make any sound as he walked. Nanami had the habit of not switching the main lights on, only a few of the accent lights to emphasize some of his paintings. Navigating through the fairly dimmed room, he led himself in the living area—where the presence was coming from.
Assessing the situation under his calm demeanor, he peered behind the corner wall.
Then felt repulsive seeing the one who was at the scene of the crime.
The shock and the dismay coursing through his bloodstream when he saw YOU in his fucking living area.
"Wha—?" he trailed while things were still not sinking in.
He wasn't sure if his eyes were playing with him, knowing that you'd been on his mind for days now, or it was real that you were in his fucking living area.
You were comfortable sitting on his couch as if you owned the flat, knees pressed your chest while your arms were reaching out to his laptop on the table in front. There was a piece of strawberry pinned on your lips, a bottle of whiskey, and a tub of vanilla ice cream beside the laptop—in which you probably stole in his fridge.
"What are you doing here?" He scratched that inwardly. "How did you get here?" It was the rightest thing to ask.
You were busy typing, but hearing his cane felt like you burst to life. You popped the strawberry on you mouth, and you frolicked as you greeted him:
"Nyanya~Ken!"
That only summed up his annoyance more. You, enthused as if you had done nothing wrong.
"How did you get here?" he repeated, almost snapping.
Whilst you, you didn't mind even though he approached you with knitted eyebrows.
"Oh, you familiar with the concept when you got closed to someone, analyzing them comes off naturally? Like identifying behavioral patterns, personality traits, psychological status, and other information based on the time spent together, it'll be easy to figure out some of their personal information."
Nanami felt his blood boiling from what he had heard, and before he could pour his outburst on you—
"Out."
—he uttered in the most aggravated tone.
"Oh, I'll just—"
"Out," he said again.
". . . finish this." Your tone wavered when self-realization crept on your skin.
Were you saying that you had a highly analytical and investigative abilities that you guessed his private information? Not to mention you were using his laptop without his permission.
"You're crossing the line here, hope you're aware." Nanami could only massage the bridge of his nose to his glabella.
"Sorry," you mumbled, a little apologetic, "I might be still quite high."
"Are you—"
"No! I'm not!" You immediately defended yourself before he could accuse you of intaking drugs again and spiking up his blood pressure. "I got jetlagged, okay?"
His annoyance subsided. It was Friday night, your free day, thus it was easy to be suspicious of you.
"This noon, they finally let me go after travelling to ten countries with different timezones in just freaking four days," you sighed as you faced the laptop again in a hunkering position, then started typing rapidly on the keyboard. "I instantly fell asleep, and once I woke up, it's already night. After I took a bath, I couldn't contain my hunger, that was when I discovered that I have no food stocked in my pad . . ! Oh, except from the fruits and breads full of molds, so . . ." You find it quite sad that you had your own place, but you couldn't even stay in it. "I could feel that I was about to pass out, and I instinctively went to your pad."
Nanami heaved a heavy sigh. "You could have called."
"I rang the doorbell multiple times, but no one was answering."
There was no way he wouldn't hear the doorbell . . . Unless his mind was being occupied by you and didn't notice.
Damn . . .
Only he could do was exhale words of curses.
His aggravation towards you didn't last, especially now he knew that you were just as tired as him.
"Ice cream and alcohol for dinner, really?" The man gave you an awkward sigh, eyeing you tiredly, yet you found no disdain in that look.
"Ialsomunchedalotofbreadandbiscuitsinyourpantry," you said in a mousy voice while your eyes were still glued on the screen.
At that point, Nanami could never be angry with you again. Smoothly walking near you, he sat on the opposite corner of the couch.
"Do you want something eat?" he asked.
"Hmm? Oh, you . . ?"
"Huh?"
You were nonchalant at first, but in a split seconds of figuring out your own words, you had an expression as if your face would explode from the heat build-up!
"I meeaaaaaannnn—!!!" you squealed in a controlled voice as your heart hammered violently against your rib cage. "You! You? With a question mark! You, you choose . . ! Something like that!"
You have no idea if you convinced Nanami with that lame excuse.
"Huh . . ."
Stealing him a glance, you saw how his eyebrows darkening, scanning you distrustfully.
You only chuckled ruefully, evening the awkwardness you caused.
Yeah, as if I could convince shit.
"Anyway–" you scooped a spoonful of ice cream and put it in your mouth– "Aym quayt fhull now." You sucked the ice cream lusciously and let it be dissolved on your tongue. You swallow it all with an audible gulp as you continued, "I might take your dinner invitation next time, ne? I can't be a bother to you any further."
He huffed sardonically. "Thanks for noticing."
"Tsurenaa." How cold, you said. "Can't you see I'm repaying you now? I even deposited all my cryptocurrency to you from my other account."
Puzzled by your statement, Nanami leaned closer to you to see what you have been doing with his laptop.
"Trading?" he asked.
"Mm-hm," you responded as you secretly inhaled.
Ever since Nanami came in the living area, you'd been getting the whiffs of him—your sense of smell had been being blessed by the fragrance of fresh laundries and of his body wash. And it was somehow getting you more drunk.
"I see that you're into trading," you continued as if it was nothing.
"Just a hobby I picked up when I left my corporate job."
"Oh," you wondered, "so you did quit jujutsu before."
He averted his gaze to you. "Haven't I told you?"
"Nai," you answered, shaking your head twice.
He only hummed tonelessly as he leaned comfortably on the couch, few inches away from you.
"So–" you continued setting up markets on his account– "what made you go back?"
Upon trespassing on Nanami's property, you already noticed his laptop being left on the coffee table, and showing the jungle of trend lines flashing on the screen. While he was taking a bath, you saw the markets were pricing low, and with your own analysis that they would sell high in the next few hours, you took the liberty in buying them.
When the silence stretches, you gave him a sidelong gaze.
He noticed your questioning stare as he tried to rummage his mind to search for better answers to provide you.
"Maybe," he spoke timidly, "here is a lesser evil."
It wasn't intentional, yet you found yourself chuckling again. The blonde kept that reason to himself and no one else, but once sharing the truth with you, it somehow felt lighter. It wasn't a laughing matter, and it appeared that you delighted in it.
Well then, he let you laughed to your accord. Sitting there, he only watched you as your soft laughter filled the corners of his place. You were now leaning on the couch as his, holding your tummy, and your head was tilted upward to emphasize your glee. You were simply wearing a silky pair of pajamas—a lacy camisole top and shorts—and an oversized cardigan. Your marks were very much visible on your shapely legs and you didn't shy away in showing them to him—that was how comfortable you were in his presence.
When your hilarity was toned down, you composed yourself. The lesser evil got you. At least in the society of Jujutsu, he was able to save a life.
You breathed out quite delightful, slightly dreamily. Then you rotated your body to your sides, looking at him again, and told him with a radiating small smile, "That's really admirable of you, Nanami."
He emitted a silent grin upon hearing. "That a bit much credits, I'd say."
"Because you are."
Nanami knowingly pursed his lip, titling one of his shoulders, and spoke no further.
The two of you knew how close you were that both could feel each other's breathing, knees were almost touching.
You'd been in a different kind of light lately, Nanami noticed. Maybe the way you smiled or laughed changed. Or maybe, it was the way how you looked at him. And he was in awe of it, sending him a myriads of stars in an autumnal night.
"Say," he uttered in almost a whisper, "what are you really doing here?"
"Oh, just looking for something to eat."
He only expressed a low, humming chuckles. "Hope it satisfied you."
"Hmm," you sounded almost purring, "not quite yet."
Nanami couldn't see himself responding to you, only the feverish tempo of his pulse continued rising.
"You look so tired, ne?" you mused.
"Aren't you, too?"
You grinned to his reply. "Not really, I recovered well."
When talking to Nanami, you always tried your hardest to be normal, but that time, you were really thriving to be alluring. Now that you'd consumed some of the whiskey, the way your face lifted a coquettish look, it'd be impossible to ignore.
"Say," you also uttered as you stared at the thickness of his honey golden eyelashes, "do you need a help?"
A sudden thrill quelled on his chest, adrenalin was somehow spiking up in his veins.
Oblivious as he was, he didn't notice how his gaze dropped on your lips. Again, for some moments in his life, you caught him in the wonders of you. And if could profess right now, the captivating sweet scent of you had almost brought him down to his knees. You were beautiful, really, very beautiful . . . Ethereal, but very poisonous at the same time.
"What 'help'?"
With that, you'd discerned that Nanami would never go down to cold facades, so you were the one who initiated the first move.
Leaning closer to his face, you halted when the tip of your noses were pressed together, lips only an inch apart.
"This," you muttered as you studied his expression. "I can help, you know?"
You could see how his orbs were burning with a knowing desire in the depths of his irises, and it contracting the stony expression he was having.
"I'm starting to think that . . ." he said ever so slowly as he dragged his fingertips to your pretty face, "you only came here to seduce me."
A real "very forward" type of woman . . . Yes, you are.
Exhilarated, your lips stretched demurely, and a soft blush of pink rendered your face.
"Well," you answered, your voice was oozing with sultriness and seductiveness, "my flirtations never worked on you, so I might as well seduce you as my last resort."
Nanami only playfully rolled his eyes, gently shaking his head on the process.
"Why, though?" you said a little sulkily. "Were you not thinking of me in this past days?"
"No?" He angled his head to one side, let out a teasing tone.
You squinted your eyes, not even believing him. "Nanami, liar~"
He was lying, all right. He even almost jerked himself while thinking of you—he sighed mentally, a little embarrassed to the thought. He also couldn't tell if it was the whiskey that got you into it, but the air was filled with lust was making him drunk as well.
"Come here," he only said softly.
It sent jolts to your skin as you felt him hoisting an arm around your waist, then pulled you up to make you sit on his lap.
You faintly smiled after upon feeling his lips brushing against yours. After a nanosecond of recovery, straddling him good, you locked your lips on his as if they were a perfect fit to complete a picture.
The kiss was deliciously slow as possible, reminiscing how the first kiss you two shared went. They remembered how the cosmos was the witness to it, even the trees and river in your midst.
You ran your both hands from his arms, to his shoulders, to his neck, then resting them on his chin. There were soft gasp escaping from your mouth when Nanami palmed your spine up and down—occasional in circular motion—even paying a close attention to your smooth and creamy thighs. He could taste the faint bitterness of the whiskey and the sweetness of the ice cream and strawberries on your plump petals—the perfect combination he never thought to be.
Without breaking the flow of their kiss, Nanami trailed his lips down to your jawline, nipping slowly to reach the lobe of your ear.
"You always smell so good, Your Highness," he muttered sensually. His voice was low, a little raspy, and laced with humming vibrations on his throat.
"Mmnnh, you too," you replied as you nuzzled his hair.
He continued his kiss downwards, running the tip of his tongue to your neck, then stayed on your clavicles and left some small love bites. While his hands curled around your ribcage, his thumbs resting just below the curve of your breasts. You still had your clothes on, yet you could already feel the heat of his palm burning you. He wanted to touch you there, but he didn't want to jump greedily forward, so he brought back his lips on yours.
The rhythm you shared was perfectly in harmony, succumbing to the natural needs of their bodies, you two clasped your hands together, fingers interlaced.
Nanami tried to test the waters by pushing the tip of his tongue softly into your lips. He knew that you were feeling the same heat as his—getting more aroused as time went by—you picked up the sign, thus hinting him to intensify the kiss more.
You kept your lips just slightly parted, enough to have his tongue to slip between them. He used feather-light pressure at first, grazing your lips over. It built so much anticipation from him, and were more excited to feel him more.
Both sticking your tongues out, you now lightly swept your tongue over his lower lip. Opening your mouth more widely, you offered him an unrestricted access to explore you more. Nanami remained gentle on you, nonetheless, doing a one swift and smooth motion and dripping milk and honey in you every single time. You explored each other's mouths a little urgent now, tongues intertwining in a waltz of desire and lust.
It was easy to get drowned on that shared, fiery sensation, taking a quick breathing in between, and continued kissing again to escalate the hunger for each other.
You were so turned on, and the need on your nethers hurt so much, but also in a good way, filled with longing and attention. The thirst in you was making you impatient, especially now that you could feel Nanami's heated bulge on your groin area. You humped onto it unconsciously, rubbing on it rhythmically to pacify your needs temporarily. He was so big, you always knew he was, and all you could ever think about was that you needed to be filled. Your holes need to be filled.
You broke the kiss—a silver string of saliva that was connecting both of your tongues broke as you parted—Nanami attempted to peel your clothes off, capturing his wrists mischievously.
"I'm the one who'll help you, right?" you smiled, lowering your eyelashes to emphasize more of your seductive look.
He didn't protest, only feeling a little inebriated as he watched you.
"I wonder if you can," challenged him, stealthily smirking, now that you were showing signs of dominance.
"If I can't—in which I doubt I would—you can always teach me, y'know?"
"Touché."
As you let go off of his wrist, your fingers fiddled on the hem of his cotton shirt. You reverted your gaze at him as if to ask him a permission.
Nanami simply nodded, giving you the consent to remove his shirt.
Your eyes sparkled as you watched his body being unfolded. Beneath his corporate look and mundane wardrobe, Nanami had the physique of a Greek god, and you had the greatest chances to touch him with all the carnal desires of your heart.
Pressing your clothed chest to him, you began caressing his chest, your hands getting electrocuted upon the skin contact. You even pressed his nipple with your finger while simultaneously kissing him on the neck. Maybe, all of your inhibitions were thrown out of the window, and you seemed to be a bit pushy, but it wasn't every day that you get to be this sinfully dirty with Nanami.
Breathing out, you dove in. With your mouth, you latched onto his one nipple, your nose pressed into the hard flesh of his breast. You sucked hard as if you were trying to make up for the wasted time you didn't do that intimacy earlier.
Nanami was just exhaling softly, going as silent as possible in every searing touch you gave him.
"Hey," you mumbled while you twirled your tongue on his bud, "don't hold your voice on me, Na-na-Ken~"
He lowly growled, his cheeks flushing. "Why not make me, princess?"
You chuckled, "You really don't make it easy, do you?"
Yet seeing his aroused and excited expression, there was no stoping you now.
As you plundered his nipple with your lips and tongue, your left hand was playing with his other nip, then you grinded your groin on his cock that had been fully hardened by now.
With that movement, Nanami unexpectedly elicited a moan, and it was beautiful to your ears.
Your horniness heightened, forming a new goal in mind to make him a moaning mess for you.
Not wanting to lose any more seconds, you trailed down your lips to his hard abs, giving each pec a smooch, a gentle bite, a sloppy lick. You reached his navel, breathing full of anticipation as you were feeling his bulge on your jaw.
Nanami looked down on you. You were so hard to deny, especially the lewdness on your face was the definition of fuckable.
"Can I?" you asked for a consent first, trying not to drool at his refined beauty.
He raked your hair gently as if to also guide your head closer to his shaft lurching inside his pajama pants.
"Go ahead," he encouraged ardently with a clip nod.
It was like opening a gift, you freed his cock and it sprung up majestically that was already leaking with his pre-cum. Your eyes went round, mouth salivating at the sight of it.
Seeing his cock right in front of your face made your insides throbbed. It was a bit dizzying . . . Around nine inch cock, not to mention the girth he owned. You knew that he was that huge, especially whenever he was on your sight, it was hard to look away on his thing. There were even veins that were very prominent on Kento, pinkish head and slightly brown balls that have a little bit of blond hair that he keeps trimmed short.
Eyes full of lust, kneeling, wiggling your hips.
You submissively rest his length on your face, and his heavy balls that would be perfect for burying your face into.
"Thanks for the food," you purred, dipping down like a cat to drag your tongue the full length of his penis—from base to tip.
He was salty and hot on your tastebuds, but the shivers of pleasure coursed through your bloodstreams was palpable. The jaded was big—long and thick—a bit unmanageable, perhaps. When you wrapped your mouth around the head of his cock, you gave it an experimental suck and kiss, and Nanami almost blacked out from the sensory experience.
You hadn't done this in a while, and it somehow worried you that you might not deliver, but it wouldn't stop you because your lust was stronger.
You were eager to eat and suck him hungrily that you wanted melt his cock with your lips and tongue. Those thick hanging veiny cock screamed daddy . . . Fucking hell, he loved it when you run your tongue on it.
You even found it cute when he throbbed, tantalizing you more just thinking of the thought that you were the one who was making him that hard.
You wanted to spoil him more by putting the head on your mouth, but you somehow needed to tease him more for your own pleasure as well.
And so, you started sucking on his balls. You cupped each of his testicles in your mouth, then working your tongue on it lasciviously.
Nanami might be letting out some sighs, but to you, they sounded like moans.
He likes it.
You smirked against his sensitive skin, then rolling up your tongue to pleasure the creases between his balls and shaft.
His breathings went denser, closing his eyes as he lightly thrusted his hip up.
You could tell, he wanted to feel more.
Colors swirled in his vision as he hardened and thickened even further on your tongue; the pleasure he was getting from your mouth was being translated to a technicolor rainbow of arousal.
You licked upwards, then using the back of your tongue to glide it down. You repeated gently and slowly as your fingers were simultaneously massaging his testicles and long meat.
He was huffing helplessly, his grip on your hair was becoming harsher. Nanami would steal occasional glances at you, clearly seeing your horny expression being painted on your fuckable face.
Once his rod became wet with your saliva, you moved your tongue to his frenulum and teased him hard there. You used the both sides of your tongue, the rough and smooth ones to stimulate another level of sensation.
He had been leaking precum the whole time and you were very much tempted to taste him. With another lick, you the poked the tip of your tongue to his hole and fluttered it expertly.
Throwing his head back, a deep, guttural moan were escaping.
"Fuck, you're so good . . ." He was getting high from all the stimulations and he began petting your hair like a good slut for him.
You only grinned as a response.
Pleased with that reaction, that time, you spat on the head of his penis, kissing it erotically, and took his length in your mouth—teasing him no more. You were slowly to swallow him inch by inch, taking him a little deeper with each pull of your lips.
He was huge, of course, thus you only took what could fit in your mouth, while the untouched area were being attended by your hand.
With his large hands, cupped your chin and shoved his cock a little deeper down your mouth. You gagged a bit, and the vibrations coming from your throat added more pleasure to his being.
You worked your way through it, bobbing your head up and down while being careful to avoid contact with your teeth. Then you rested on crown of his dick, still in your mouth, you licked his frenulum again, circling your tongue and sucking it loudly as you looked up to him with eyes burning with seduction.
It felt heaven while when you were satisfying him. It was every man's fantasy. People were even dying to worship you, but there you were . . . On your knees, between his thighs, and he had you, a literal goddess, worshipping his cock instead.
And that alone was fucking hot.
He couldn't help but be more aroused.
You gasped when you felt him becoming bigger while his length was being shoved on your opening, eyes becoming round.
You felt like you were going to be insane. Mouth drooling. Eyes almost rolling back to your sockets. And your cunt getting more excited.
He's so cute.
So cute.
Nanami is so cute.
The lust in you intensified, feeling your sex started to yearn for a company—liquid leaking from your thighs in preparation. You also moaned, wiggling your hips in search of some relief. Nanami noticed it. While you fucked him with your mouth, he slid his warm hands down your butt, giving them a firm squeeze in the process. You felt cunt gaping a little from his grope, and you moaned exquisitely on his dick. You writhed your ass more as if asking him to touch you more there, in which he graciously did. Palming it, slapping it, and kneading your plumped butt.
You the focused on your performance. You wanted him more. You wanted to pleasure him more. You sucked him harder and faster, played with his sensitive spots even better. Slumping forward and taking him back into your mouth, you swallowed him as deep as you could in one go. The only thing that kind of frustrating you was that you couldn't fit his whole thing inside your mouth.
"Fuck," Nanami cursed again under his breath—his cock was clenching, voice tight. "You're so hot, Your Highness . . ."
He loved how your mouth looked around his cock, even astounded how you could take him so well given his size.
Your internal muscles fluttered in response. Just by thinking him cumming on your mouth alone, you would achieve an orgasm, and you moaned again deliriously.
You attacked his good spot with such precision. Soft and skillful fingers rubbing his scrotum, and at the same time pressing circles on his perineum. You weren't giving him a break, so was desperately finding himself a moment to recover his breaths.
The pressure in his lower abdomen kept swelling. Nanami hadn't relieved himself in a long while, and he was so fucking sensitive that any moment, he'd explode. Yes, probably not even lasting for ten minutes as you devoured him like a hungry bitch. He already felt full, beckoning to spill over. His spine tensing, hips lifting off the couch, and his dick was pulsating at the presence of your tongue.
He recognized that feeling, and it was making his blood run cold.
He's close . . .
Alarmed, Nanami grabbed your head and tried to part you away from him. "Ryusei," he gasped raggedly, "I'm close . . ! Wait—oh, fuck, ah . . ."
He couldn't just continue what he was about to implore as you fucked him greedily.
In my mouth . . . Cum inside my mouth.
You sent signals to him, and the way you dove deeper—choking on his dick—you knew that he received it.
Those large hands of his left your lush ass and went to the back of your head, holding you lightly in place as he waited for his orgasm to come. If his cum was what you wanted, then he'd give it to you.
"More, Your Highness," he whimpered, slurring on your name, while he was unable to stop his hips from rocking.
The way you were giving a head was the best blowjobs he had in a long while. He delighted at every playful cock tease you executed in the middle when you swirled his tip with your lips, then you popped it out and put it in again. With his moans and pulsing dick, his body stiffening from the incoming burst of pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck—" Nanami slammed into your mouth one last time, hard enough to make his back arched from the couch.
He shot you his hot, thick spurts of cums down your throat. He groaned in pleasure, shuddering as he filled you to the brim of his cum, keeping his cock buried in your mouth as deeply as possible.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four . . .
Before he spent his essence entirely on your throat, you pulled your head back, then with his remaining strings, you let it sprayed on your face.
You instinctively licked it, and you immediately got addicted over the taste and scent of his cum.
A wave of unrelenting pleasure rolled over you like a molten honey, loving the warm and creamy sensation as if god had blessed you.
Nanami was just watching you, thinking that you looked the prettiest when his milky white liquid dribbled down your face. He even held his cock and smeared his cum on your lips. You stuck your tongue out, and he repeatedly tapped the head on it. Despite exploding a heavy load, he was still steely hard, and he inched his cock again to tease you. He also fell in love at the view of it. Your face had always been so elegant and very sternly, and now, it was completely being covered by his incredible amount of cum. He thought that your elegance and austerity and the rawness of seeing your face smeared with cum was a really exciting thing to see.
Oh, how he couldn't wait mess you up the same way you messed him up.
*throws a gagball in the air*
oh, im so going down, mfers
and if im goinh down, i'll drag y'all
with me
leggo fucking criiiii
it's nanamin thirst hours
*pours holy water on your head*
see u in the next chapters, sluts
(next year)
bye
⚰️ HANDTHEiREND ~ 💀