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āif Iām going to live with this, I donāt want it to look like some other dickhead. I want it to look like you.ā
sooo itās been a long time since I last got a nirin comm and Iām so JZNSSNDNDBDHRKDNFFBFKRKR that the comeback is by @aryomengrande but when I saw the Leviticus YCH, I HAD to get it. rara, you are a legend and Iām so lucky to be able to commission you and Iām still screaming like dnsjwjdjfjt????? in fact this inspired me to write nirin again doomed yuri is so BACK. please consider commissioning rara and check out her vgen! she is so lovely to work with, passionate and very detailed!
āif Iām going to live with this, I donāt want it to look like some other dickhead. I want it to look like you.ā
sooo itās been a long time since I last got a nirin comm and Iām so JZNSSNDNDBDHRKDNFFBFKRKR that the comeback is by @aryomengrande but when I saw the Leviticus YCH, I HAD to get it. rara, you are a legend and Iām so lucky to be able to commission you and Iām still screaming like dnsjwjdjfjt????? in fact this inspired me to write nirin again doomed yuri is so BACK. please consider commissioning rara and check out her vgen! she is so lovely to work with, passionate and very detailed!
āÆā Your body slowly bagan to crumble despite Rafayels best efforts. You learn what exactly he is and he makes a decision that will change your lives forever.
The sun had long since crept over the horizon, peeling away the last remnants of the storm with a soft, indifferent glow. The sky stretched open above you, pale and cloud streaked, promising a warmth it never delivered. Each minute dragged its heels, leaving you stranded in your own skin. Raw and blistered and beginning to ache in places you didnāt know could hurt. But he hadnāt come back.
Youād stopped glancing towards the waves at the second hour. The sound of the waves brushing against the rocks had grown intolerable - mocking in its constancy, how it refused to change no matter how desperate you felt. The rock formation beneath you had lost any hint of mystery or mercy. It was just hard now. And hot. And sharp in all the wrong places.
Your legs refused to hold your own weight again when you tried. The pain came first, sharp and blistering like a scream in your nerves - and then the nausea, rising steadily as your vision started to blur around the edges. The seaweed heād wrapped around your injured leg was dry and brittle now, its faint green edges shriveled under the sun. What little salt clung to it had leeched into your skin, into your mouth, into everything. You picked at it earlier, chewing absently but the taste was unbearable. You spat it out, but the salt only made the thirst worse.
Your tongue felt thick now, lips cracked when you tried to lick them. And your thoughts that were once sharp with fear had begun to soften around the edges, unraveling into quiet panic.
He had left.
The idea took root in your mind and festered. Maybe he'd meant to kill you and changed his mind. Maybe your tears had bored him. Or maybe heād grown tired of the game, of your revulsion and your refusal to eat the fish was his last straw. You werenāt sure if you were a burden or a failure, but you were starting to believe that you were both. A mistake not worth repeating.
The sun rose higher and your arms trembled when you tried to sit upright again. Every part of you ached - Your skin stung from where the salt had dried up against it, your throat burned like sandpaper and somewhere inside, a dull ache pulsed - not quite hunger, not quite grief. It was something in between.
You rested your cheek against the stone, willing yourself not to cry. Tears were a luxury your body couldnāt afford anymore.
Still no sign of him.
The sun had vanished without a trace, its final light swallowed by the sea like everything else. In its place, the world turned cold again, but not the violent cold of the storm - this was the quiet kind, seeping into your skin inch by inch until even your bones felt waterlogged. The clouds that once cloaked the sky were gone now too, torn apart and forgotten, leaving the sky wide open above you.
You didnāt know how much time had passed since you stopped trying to sit up. Minutes, hours... There was no difference anymore. Your limbs had grown heavier with each breath, the ache in your body dulling into a distant hum, the one you donāt even flinch at anymore. You had run out of food sometime that noon, and the seaweedās lingering salt had only made things worse. Your mouth was dry enough to sting when you swallowed, tongue thick and clumsy behind cracked lips. Even blinking felt like too much work.
It took everything that you had left to shift onto your back. The movement sent a hot ripple of pain through your leg and ribs, and for a moment you werenāt sure if the ringing in your ears was your pulse or the ocean. But once you were there - flat on your back, staring up into the dark - it became easier to let your body go quiet again. The stone beneath you was uneven, slick with water and salt, but you welcomed its indifference. At least it was solid.
Above you, the sky stretched wide and endless, black velvet stitched with stars. They had come in full, scattered like frost across the dark, their light distant and cold, but still so achingly beautiful. Without the storm clouds, there was nothing to hide them and for the first time in what felt like forever, you could see clearly. The constellations blurred in your vision, but you didnāt need to name them. Just knowing they were there was enough for now.
You lay there breathing shallowly, watching the sky as if it might offer you some kind of answer, some final comfort. And despite everything, you felt a strange kind of peace settle over you. Not safety or hope, just peace. A quiet acceptance that maybe this was it.
You thought of your childhood, the lull of your mothers voice humming through the house, the way your fatherās hands had felt when he lifted you too high and you laughed until you cried. You thought of warm beds and how your grandparents always tucked you in after that day, of books you never finished and conversations that ended too soon. You surely hadnāt lived a remarkable life, but you lived one that was so undoubtedly yours.
And if this was the end, maybe this wasnāt such a terrible place to go. Not to drown in panic or flames on the ship, not to fade away in the corner of a hospital room, but here - beneath this sky and surrounded by nothing but the sea and stars. The thought made you smile faintly, even if your lips split with the effort.
You didnāt want to die. You still clung onto the ache of survival, to the small part of yourself that still whispered maybe. Maybe someone would come. Maybe youād make it another day. But that voice way getting quieter by the minute, and as your eyes drifted shut again, you stopped fighting the weight of your own body.
If this was how it ended, at least it ended peacefully and underneath the stars.
A soft splash nearby broke the silence.
You couldnāt even flinch, but your eyes opened just enough to see the water shift. The sound hadn't been violent or urgent enough to ripple across the silence like a breath held too long. You blinked slowly, your mind too hazy to form words, but somewhere deep in your gut, you already knew that it was him.
He didnāt announce himself with a grand entrance, not a single word muttered when he surfaced at the rock formation. The water peeled back like it welcomed him home as he stared you down for a moment, studying your features with interest. When he reached the edge of the rocks, he didn't climb up this time. Instead, he lifted one arm and held something out toward you.
A hollowed conch, its pinkish, spiraled rings glinted in the moonlight. Inside it sloshed with water - clear, fresh and precious.
Your lips parted on instinct, your throat already tightening at the sound of the water moving, but you hesitated. There was no reason to trust him, not really. You didn't even know why he was here, why heād came back or what he expected in return - but still, he came back
Your gaze trailed up from the conch to his arm where scratches and bruises painted the skin like careless brushstrokes. A deeper cut across the side of his shoulder still bled, the blood seeped into the ocean like red ink on paper. He didnāt acknowledge it, didnāt flinch or wince. He only climbed up then, pulling himself from the sea in one smooth motion and settling onto the rock not too far from you.
It was the first time he had ever fully emerged from the water, the first time the moon gave you permission to fully look at him, which you did.
His torso was sculpted and lean, carved with lines that didnāt seem to follow human symmetry. There was something off about the way he moved, the way his skin shimmered under the moonlight, just like oil over glass, And then your eyes dropped lower, to where his tail began.
It was long with iridescent scales that caught the light with every small shift, not in a rainbow glow sort of way, but something colder - Opalescent, but it felt wrong. The tail curled around the edge of the rock, the fins at the end twitching slightly with each ripple of sea breeze. It was inhuman, beautiful and grotesque all at once, but he didn't try to hide it. There was no shame in the way he stretched it, as though inviting your gaze. He knew what he was - and he was proud of it.
You sat up just enough to rest on your elbow, wincing at the pull in your ribs, your gaze flickering between the conch and his face. Still, he said nothing. He didnāt urge you as he patiently held it out for you, watching you with curiosity because you didnāt reach out right away.
"Whats the price?" you rasped, voice dry and almost too soft to hear.
Rafayel tilted his head at your question, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. He looked almost amused.
"There isn't one. It's a gift." he eventually said with a low and even voice, urging the conch more towards you.
That wasn't exactly comforting, knowing you'd owe him something after. But his tone lacked malice. Just like before, there was only that odd mix of interest and something harder to place. He didn't pity you - Sirens didn't understand pity after all. But there was a certain focus in the way he watched you, like this was all part of some experiment that he hadn't figured out yet.
You eventually reached for the conch, your fingers brushing against the edge of the shell. It was colder than you expected and the water inside sloshed again and this time you didn't pull back. You hand shook as you brought the conch to your lips to drink the sweet, cold water within.
The taste hit you instantly, earthy and a little bit briny, but unmistakably fresh. It slid down your throat like salvation and your body responded before your brain could catch up, your chest hitching in relief. Your shoulders sagged as you finished it, your eyes fluttering closed for just a moment.
When you opened them again, he was still watching. His tail shifted silently in the water, fins stirring up the surface with idle movement. You wondered how long he'd been gone, how far he went, just to bring you that water. Although, the wounds all over his body told you more than enough.
"Why did you come back?" you asked quieter this time. The weight of the night and the stars still burning cold above, seemed to press the question further into the air.
He looked away, out towards the water as his expression shifted into something unreadable. "Curiosity," he said eventually, almost bored. "You're... Strange." He didn't mean it insulting, but it was the truth. Humans were strange in his eyes.
You let out a soft laugh, weak but genuine. "Thanks. You too."
After that, a moment of silence followed but his posture remained relaxed, the line of his tail glinting softly underneath the moonlight. Still, nothing about him looked casual. He studied you like a puzzle, and maybe you were just that to him - fragile and strange, needing things like food, warmth and words to feel whole.
"What exactly are you?" you spoke up again, your voice rough but steadier now. "You're not... not like in the fairytales. Not like the mermaids in books." You pointed out and he almost laughed at the pathetic comparison to a mermaid.
Rafayel only tilted his head slightly, not even looking at you.
"No," he said quietly, "I'm not." he thought that you probably wished he would be one - kindhearted and gentle but his nature is everything but.
You blinked, frowning as your brows furrowed and you leaned just a little closer. "But then why did you help me? Twice at that. Why bring me water and keep me alive?" You questioned, needing to understand him better.
A pause stretched between you like tension in a wire. His mouth tugged into something like a smirk, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Maybe I'm bored," he offered, his tone light and almost mocking. "Or maybe I like watching you suffer." His words lacked any and all bite so you didn't rise to the bait.
You simply stared at him for a long moment, letting the silence build up again before you spoke. "You're lonely."
That made something shift. The faint amusement drained from his face within a fraction of a second, not completely but enough to notice. Rafayel scoffed, eyes flicking away as though the horizon has suddenly become far more interesting. "I'm not." He mumbled and it reminded you of a child, pouting and with their arms crossed.
"You'd rather spend your time here," you pressed with a softer voice. "With me. A human. That doesn't strike me as someone with places to be and a family to take care of."
His jaw tensed slightly. "You assume too much." was all he said, cold and sharp.
You only hummed at first but decided to speak anyways "Maybe... But it don't think I'm wrong."
He didn't answer to that, his gaze didn't return to you either, eyes staying locked at the waves as the hair tugged at his damp hair strands. The only sound for a while was the soft lapping of the sea against stone and something in your chest ached with how clearly he refused to admit the truth.
A noise in the distance startled you. It wasn't close but it broke through the quiet like a crack in glass. A second sound followed only a few moments later, farther away but louder. Your heart lurched in your chest, instinct gripping tight and unthinking as your body shifted towards him. You didn't even realize that you had moved until the side of your arm nearly brushed his.
Rafayel looked down at you, eyes narrowed - not in anger, but in curiosity. Yet, you didn't move away from him.
"It's just whales," he murmured, bored but not unkind. "Hunting probably. Nothing to fear." He reassured you, amused by your fear to everything that was so normal to him.
You swallowed, your mouth dry again despite the water. "I didn't think whales would be this... loud." You admit and felt the heat rush to your cheeks at how stupid you must sound to him.
A strange hush settled over the rocks again. The kind that felt oddly safe, like the breath you hold when something terrifying passes by. The kind that follows a storm but precedes another kind of danger - quieter, slower.
You weren't sure what it meant, this closeness and the eerie comfort you found in his presence. But for now you were still alive and he let you look for protection in him, or at least you thought so since he hadn't moved away.
You didn't speak for a long while after that. The waves lapped in lazy strokes at the rock while the sky hung low above you. Rafayel still sat nearby and you could tell that his shoulders were still tense, figuring it must be the pain causing his muscles to react. Some of cuts on his arms and torso still trickled with fresh blood but he didn't seem to mind it. The air between you had shifted into something less guarded, yet more aware as if the silence itself was listening.
You really didn't want to break it but you were too tired, too exhausted to keep anything in.
"I'm scared to fall asleep." You admitted in a hushed voice. "Feels like I won't wake up again."
The words escaped before you could think better of them, but they hung there now, clinging to the dusk with too much honesty. You didn't look at him, didn't dare to, although you knew that he heard you.
Your lips cracked as you spoke again, the words once again barely more than a whisper. "It's stupid, I know. But I feel like that if I close my eyes, that'll be it. I'll just... disappear." You allowed yourself to be vulnerable. There was nothing left to lose after all.
For a moment Rafayel thought about it, weighed words on his tongue but decided to swallow them down. Without any warning he began to hum. The sound was low and seeped inside your body like smoke filtering through cracks. It wasn't a melody exactly, not at first, just a thread of tones curling beneath your skin, slow and dense like the sea pressing in from all sides. You startled slightly, your body recognizing before your mind caught up.
The fear that had been coiled so tightly inside your chest began to unwind, piece by piece. Your limbs, which moments ago felt on the edge of panic, now grew heavy. Your thoughts dulled into something soft, each breath growing more shallow than the last, more rhythm than will. You tried to resist, you truly did. But it was like being pulled into warm water after drowning in cold.
The realization hit as your head slumped against your forearm and the world was quiet. He's a siren.
Rafayel watched you. The gentle rise and fall of your chest, breath steadied beneath his song, your lashes damp with salt water or tears - he couldn't tell. He didn't touch you, as much as he wanted to let his curiosity take over. Your body leaned towards the sound on its own. You'd folded into the music as though it had called you from the beginning, resting right next to him.
He didn't sing for your sake, not entirely at least.
He had needed the quiet. Needed your mind to stop spinning in circles of need, panic and pain, because he didn't know how to answer any of it. He didn't know how to keep you alive. Didn't know what you were to him - only that something about your presence soothed a hollow in him that he learned to ignore in all the time it festered.
You shivered in your slumber and the sight of it stirred something inside his chest. He knew, with a creeping ache, that his body couldn't help you. His touch would chill more than it would comfort, and there was no fire to warn you here either. You were breaking down slowly, minute by minute, under the weight of exhaustion, fear and your surroundings. And the only way to help you, was to take you back. The idea clawed at him and stung more than any of his wounds could.
He could already see how your feet stumbled into the surf, your hand braced on some foreign stone and your body melting back into the crowd of your kind. Your face would no longer be turned to the sea, your voice no longer speaking to him. And he hated the idea of never seeing you again, although he didn't knew why.
The sea had always been enough for him. At least that's what he told himself for years after the pod cast him out. He wasn't weak, nor did he need anyone, least of all a fragile human. But lately, that lie has started to crumble and now that you were here, he wanted to hold onto something, anything really to fill this hole inside of him.
Rafayel had shifted, the scales of his tail shimmering softly in the moonlight, luminous and flawlessly. He leaned forwards ever so slightly, just enough to hover a hand over your face, his fingers suspended in the air as if he's torn between waking you up and keeping the moment intact. His palm never touched your skin, but his breath caught when you curled tighter at the cold of it, another shiver rippling through your body.
You wouldn't last much longer and he knew it. Of course he didn't want you to die, but more than that - he didn't want you to leave.
His voice was barely a murmur, rough at the edges and filled with disdain, like he couldn't quite believe the words as they passed his lips.
"I'll take you back tomorrow."
The admission tasted bitter on his tongue. But even as he said it, his mind was already turning. He'd take you back to the shore if he must, let your feet touch land and make you feel safe. But you wouldn't stay there. Not now that he had found you. He'd lost you once before and the ocean returned you to him, but now he refuses to let you leave.
If you wouldn't return on your own, he'd make sure you did. One way or another...
āif Iām going to live with this, I donāt want it to look like some other dickhead. I want it to look like you.ā
sooo itās been a long time since I last got a nirin comm and Iām so JZNSSNDNDBDHRKDNFFBFKRKR that the comeback is by @aryomengrande but when I saw the Leviticus YCH, I HAD to get it. rara, you are a legend and Iām so lucky to be able to commission you and Iām still screaming like dnsjwjdjfjt????? in fact this inspired me to write nirin again doomed yuri is so BACK. please consider commissioning rara and check out her vgen! she is so lovely to work with, passionate and very detailed!
āøŗ ā¢ synopsis. karasu and a sensitive partner who cums as soon as he slips into her.
pairing. karasu tabito x fem! reader | wc. 1.8k words. | genres. smut. minors do not interact. | warnings. a lot of teasing. karasu calls you baby + reader refers to him as daddy (2) times. very sensitive reader + a little overstimulation. karasu is written with his dialect in this. | return to masterlist.
āøŗ ā¢ notes. once upon a time there was a post that spoke of karasu x a sensitive partner who cums as soon as he slips into her and then ā¦. this was born, bon appetiteš“dividers by kai as always!
āI can take it this time, promise.ā
Your voice breaks into a whine from where youāre splayed out on Karasuās sheets, one of those breathy, cute little sounds that you know always got to him. Your lips are pouting, your eyes glassy and blown wide, and if he was to take one look at your drooling pussy from where itās glistening between your thighs, heād have half a mind to believe you.
But Karasu knows you. Sometimes even better than he thinks you realise.
āCome on, baby. There aināt no rush.ā Karasu tilts his head, kneeling between your spread legs as he gives your body another once over. āGot all day here, wouldnāt want ya to get too carried away. We both know what happens then, donāt we?ā
āBut I just want you, please.ā
āMhm, I know ya do.ā
Itās cruel in a way, the way Karasuās making no effort to relieve the ceaseless pulse in your body, boiling over with your need considering how long heās been toying with it. He gives you a look as he strokes the length of his cock instead, sending you a lopsided smile when you kick your legs out in a little act of defiance.
He thinks itās cuteā real cute.
āDonāt gimme that look.ā Karasu hums, readjusting his knees so he can bring himself down over you. āYa know how it gets me.ā
āBut youāre being mean.ā
Your voice breaks a bit, hips pushing up as he closes the distance between you and you almost get close enough to grind yourself up against his cock. But Karasu is faster, stronger. It only takes him a second to press his palm into your lower stomach and pin you back against the bed with a stare that makes your toes curl.
āYa know that aināt right.ā He shakes his head, raising a brow at your pouty expression. āDonāt get bratty on me just ācause you aināt gettinā yer way.ā
You sniffle at the way he says it, like youāre getting told off. But Karasu knows itās quite the opposite, much like he gets with everyone around himā heās known your limits from the very beginning. Knows when you need a little more patience and care, and this is one of those times, itās always the same.
But when youāre giving him a little glassy blink from where youāre pressed back into the pillows beneath him, wellā heās not exactly made of impenetrable iron either.
āBut Tabitoā¦.ā You try again, an embarrassed hitch to your voice that makes Karasuās cock throb from where itās resting heavy against your thigh now. āI just really want it, I canāt wait any longer.ā
You even go as far as to spread your legs a little wider, skin warm beneath his palm from where heās pressing into you and when he looks down between your bodies he sees the way your slick glistens in the light, Karasu chuckles, eyeing you. āI see it, baby. Ya donāt gotta do all that.ā
But he still gives in a little bit.
He keeps the touch gentle at first, his hand snaking between your bodies to swipe his fingers through the delicate petals of your pussy and your body rises to it immediately. Karasu strokes at you then, two fingers rubbing circles around your clit and he gathers your slick up to ease his movementsā applying a little pressure, watching you suck your lower lip between your teeth.
āThere. Feels real nice, donāt it?ā Karasu huffs, watching your mouth part as he slowly swipes back and forth over your clit. āBut I know that still aināt enough for ya.ā
Your hands make fists in the comforter as you try to speak, but when Karasu goes back to drawing more shapes into your pussy itās all for nought. He shifts a little bit then, leaning in to smear a kiss across your forehead and he drags a trail of precum along your thighs in the process.
Your legs tremble at the touch, threatening to close around his wrist and Karasuās smirk leans more satisfied than sympathetic.
āWhatās that, hm?ā He says with his next sticky circle between your folds, his fingers soaked with your slick as his gaze drops between you. āThink yer ready?ā
āI am.ā Karasu almost chuckles at your eagerness, maybe he would if he was talking to you.
āShhhhh, baby. Gotta let her answer me, yeah?ā He glances up at you, then back down at your pussy and one side of his lips pull higher than the other when he hears you whine again. āGotta hear it for myself.ā
He does then, Karasu adds another finger to the mix as he rubs at you with three of themā your folds forced to spread wide for his touch and every twist of his wrist is so wet and loud that he can feel the embarrassment radiating off of you in waves.
Fuck, you turn him on when you wear that weary little look. Glassy eyes and fluttering lashes, puffy lips from where youāve been sucking on them. The weight of his cock pulses again as he tries to bite back a hiss.
āThink yer about ready now.ā Karasu groans.
Your eyes jump up at that, to plea in place of your words because youāre not trusting your voice to beg. Except for one little word that manages to slip through and change it all.
āDaddyā¦..ā
Karasuās cock jumps as you say it, drooling all over your spread thighs with precum and he allows himself a deep growl beneath his breath at how hot it is. Enough to push himself upright before heās pulling away, and you give him a look like youāre going to cry when his touch leaves you.
Heās not going anywhere though, ācept even closer.
āYa want it that bad, huh?ā Karasu murmurs, swiping his soaked fingers along his shaft as he gives you a sharp look. āYa make it real hard to say no to ya sometimes. Ya know that though, donāt ya?ā
āIā I donātā¦ā
āNo?ā
You shake your head next, desperateā an innocent little gleam in your eyes that makes Karasu want to eat it right out of you. You know how that gets to him, and he thinks you play into it, that sick part of his brain that wants to corrupt and ruin you.
The thought alone drives him to crawl between your thighs again, close enough this time for the tip of his cock to graze between your slick folds and itās adorable the way your hips shake in delight when he uses his hand to press you down again.
But Karasuās eyes spark in amusement before heās offering you a slow roll of his hips first, and the thick tip presses up against your clit as he forces your hips to stay pinned against the mattress.
You begin to whine instantly, legs trying to wrap about him so you can pull him close but he clicks his tongue. āYa aināt foolinā me, baby.ā He smirks, groaning at the way he watches your slick cling to the thick shaft of his cock before he stretches out his neck to the side, and his fingers squeeze into your skin. āāll see to it ya get yer fill.ā
Your lashes flutter, and a soft little āMoreā slips from between your lips. āPlease? Can take it this time.ā
Karasuās eyes feel like they burn through you. āWell that depends who yer askinā, baby. Remind me again.ā
āD-daddy.ā
Karasu snorts as his palm stays pressed up against your hip, but the other takes a slow fistful of his cock at the base before he gives himself a few more strokes. And the sight of it makes you bite on your lower lip before heās angling himself to line up with the entrance to your cunt.
āThatās right. I was just easinā ya into it ās all, givinā ya a lil more time.ā
But after that, he doesnāt waste anymore. The first press of the tip is bigger than you always seem to anticipateā no matter how many times he fucks you, youāve always got that same look about you as he feeds you that first inch.
Always begginā for much more than youāre ready to take.
Itās just the tip, resting inside of your walls but already Karasu can feel the way your hips are shaking beneath the strength of his palm. He presses you even deeper into the mattress to keep you still, making sure you canāt hump your hips up for moreā but he offers you a slow stutter of his hips anyway, feeling the way your walls squeeze and twitch around the head of his cock.
āThatās it, baby. Yer lookinā real cute takinā it, think ya can keep going? Take it all?ā Karasuās words strain, his eyes lidded as he looks you over.
But your head nods anyway, like youāre not already fighting against that tight coil of pleasure he can feel. āY-yeah.ā
Karasu smirks then, his lungs quaking in his chest as he tries to hold himself back, tries to ease you into it but youāre already shaking before he can even take his next breath. Youāre too needy, too wound up and warm that you canāt stop your pussy squeezing.
Another inch and he feels the way you seem to get even tighterā it makes you gasp out something garbled and choked off, and his hold on you is so tight at this point youāre sure it will bruise.
āCareful.ā He murmurs, tries his best to draw it back.
But youāre so sensitive, and itās instantaneous, accidentalā the way your walls suddenly begin to twitch as Karasuās thick cock is pushed against the coiling nerves of your tight pussy. Your eyes squeeze closed, and your hands start tugging at the blankets beneath you as you begin to writhe and twistā cumming all over his cock when heās barely even half way in.
But fuckā Karasu loves it. Loves the humiliated little expression you make as you try not to whine about it, poor hips jutting beneath his palm as he keeps you pressed beneath him with his strength. He forces you to stay creaming around his cock as he eases you through it with a few shallow thrusts, smears his lips across your cheek before pressing them to the shell of your ear.
"I tried to tell ya, baby. Gotta let me handle it." Thereās a teasing hint to his tone, something that makes you burn and jerk beneath him even moreā like youāre desperate to hide, knowing thereās no way heāll let you.
"K-keep going." Your voice cracks. Body loose and pliant but you still try to grab on his broad shoulders and hold him close. He tilts his head down at you.
"Ya sure? Don't want it to be too much for ya."
But you cut him off, lips pouting out with your bleary eyes as you mutter out pleasepleasepleaseās and i can take itās! and who is Karasu to deny you as he loops you real tight in his arms.
The next pleased shift of Karasuās hips squelches loud and wet as you answer, but when he turns to smear another kiss against your cheek this timeā he thinks itās so fucking cute the way you turn to meet it.
āI like ya when yer greedy.ā Karasu hums, chuckling as he draws his hips back an inch in anticipation. Your body shakes in his hold as he kisses your cheek. āDonāt worry, Iāll take care of ya.ā
