#COCO DOWN. COCO DOWN. I REPEAT THE COCONIGIRI IS DOWN. IMMOBILISED. DECEASED. CORA ITOSHI ARRESTED FOR HOMICIDE /JOKING OWAKSHSOHA

[tohruies]

hi <3 this is not a gift!!! not a gift!!! you talked about your selfship with him and this image flashed into my brain!! anw as per always no pressure to like or respond to this or to make a long response or anything ok? <3 you have no obligations to me. take care <3

it's no wonder how karasu gets like this with you. he's convinced you to spread those pretty legs of yours right over his face, he's goaded you into it with sweet words about how cute you look, how it'll just be a moment, how he just wanted to try something newwith you. he watches as you oh-so-shyly hover above him with a "is this okay?" making him internally groan, his dick hardening in his pants.

"ya, angel, you're good," he presses his fingers into your thighs, little divots in your skin that do their best not to just grab onto you and pull your cunt to his face. he wants to you let you do it at your own speed, really, he does.

he just can't help himself.

the minute you work up the nerve to lower just a centimeter over his face, he's pushing his own face up to meet your core, tongue desperate for just a taste. it's an addiction, really. from the broken gasp you make to the stutter of your hips over his mouth, like you can't decide between letting up or giving in. he doesn't let you go. he can't. he pulls you down with ease, strong arms wrapping around your thighs, muscles put to good use as he realizes how just a taste isn't enough.

"ya pussy's so good," he tells you, muffled by your thighs, words slurred like he's drunk. you whine at him incessantly, your hands dropping down to card through his hair — your only respite, an anchor for how intense he's being between your legs. his tongue moves through your folds and into your core, your clit over the high of his nose, and it's the combination of it that has you keeling over.

"tabito," the way you mewl his name makes him moan in return. he moves his hands to your hips, helping you grind over his tongue and nose.

"that's it, baby," it's said between each unrelenting lap of his tongue. "come on, give it t'me. make yourself feel good."

you pant in return, "it's so much."

"mm, feels good, right?" he manhandles your body down so he can press his tongue against your clit, each swirl over your pearl has you writhing, the sensation so overpowering that it has you finally, finally, resting your entire cunt over his face. "good girl. that's it."

he has to reward you for that, doesn't he? one of his thumbs collects your dripping slick, and then his large hands splay over each side of your rear, pulling them apart, and he presses that slick thumb right over the rim of your ass.

he almost feels sorry when he hears your clear surprise of a squeak.

"be good for me, okay? it's gonna feel good, i promise." he'll make it feel good for you, smearing a combination of your juices and his spit around the rim. his hand moves between your cunt and his face so he can get them sloppy wet, a mixture of your fluids and his spit, so that one of his fingers can glide in.

"you're so tight, baby. relax f'me," his tongue presses little kitten licks over your clit over and over again to distract you, your heart beating fast in your chest at how he winds you up tight. and yet you listen to him, you relax your body as best you can.

"god, ya really are good to me." he's so hard he can feel the head of his cock dripping pre but he doesn't care, not when your ass is slowly opening up for him, every shaky breath of yours beckoning him further and further. and then your thighs are tensing, your tight hole clenching around his finger.

"feels —," that's all you manage to get out before his tongue is relentless over your clit, adding another finger to your hole and you it's just that much fuller inside of you, pushing impossibly deep. he hears you swear, high pitched and so cute and he'd compliment you, really, if he wasn't so hell bent on making you come. almost smirks at realizing how you get wetter as he opens up your hole.

"ova' my face. come over my face." that's all he manages to get out, voice raspy and full of need. he already knows, he wants to make you come like this over and over again, until your tight hole opens up for him completely, until you're lying on the bed so fucked out and thinking of nothing but him and how his cock feels inside of you. but for now, he just wants this. how your legs clamp around his head, your walls fluttering around nothing, hole so soft and full of his long, thick fingers until you're crashing into an orgasm with his name on your lips. the pleasure feels pulled out of you, something impossible to hold up against when matched with his fervent tongue that works you through each wave.

he slows down but doesn't let up as you begin to take deep, heavy breaths, admiring the rise and fall of your chest until you're squealing and resisting against his hold.

"ya gonna give me one more." his voice is deep, and you look down at him to find his darkened eyes, like something clicked, bringing him a little more out of control than usual. "can ya do that for me, love?"

you nod into a choked sob.

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