It's cute, you think, how Dan Heng has refused to go to sleep without you cradled to his chest ever since returning from Amphoreus.
Though he hasn't outright said it, it doesn't take a genius to realise. Not with the way he scuttles into your room on nights where you've fallen asleep there instead of the archives.
He's bigger now as well, taller, broader, warmer when he curls around you. His tail has practically made a home for itself around your waist and thigh.
One thing that hasn't changed, however, is the way his sleeping form tends to gently rut against you once he's got you pinned. That and his soft groans against the back of your neck always had your heart flutter.
But the feel of not one but two bulges rubbing against your rear? Now that was enough to have your face heat and your body squirming.
You gasped at the realisation that wetness was slowly seeping into the fabric of your cotton shorts.
⸺ ⢠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.
⸺ ⢠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 âŚ. this was born, bon appetiteđ´dividers by kai as always!
âI can take it this time, promise.â
Your voice breaks into a whine from where youâre splayed out on Karasuâs 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 itâs glistening between your thighs, heâd have half a mind to believe you.
But Karasu knows you. Sometimes even better than he thinks you realise.
âCome on, baby. There ainât no rush.â Karasu tilts his head, kneeling between your spread legs as he gives your body another once over. âGot all day here, wouldnât want ya to get too carried away. We both know what happens then, donât we?â
âBut I just want you, please.â
âMhm, I know ya do.â
Itâs cruel in a way, the way Karasuâs making no effort to relieve the ceaseless pulse in your body, boiling over with your need considering how long heâs 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 itâs cuteâ real cute.
âDonât gimme that look.â Karasu hums, readjusting his knees so he can bring himself down over you. âYa know how it gets me.â
âBut youâre being mean.â
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.
âYa know that ainât right.â He shakes his head, raising a brow at your pouty expression. âDonât get bratty on me just âcause you ainât gettinâ yer way.â
You sniffle at the way he says it, like youâre getting told off. But Karasu knows itâs quite the opposite, much like he gets with everyone around himâ heâs known your limits from the very beginning. Knows when you need a little more patience and care, and this is one of those times, itâs always the same.
But when youâre giving him a little glassy blink from where youâre pressed back into the pillows beneath him, wellâ heâs not exactly made of impenetrable iron either.
âBut TabitoâŚ.â You try again, an embarrassed hitch to your voice that makes Karasuâs cock throb from where itâs resting heavy against your thigh now. âI just really want it, I canât wait any longer.â
You even go as far as to spread your legs a little wider, skin warm beneath his palm from where heâs 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. âI see it, baby. Ya donât gotta do all that.â
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 movementsâ applying a little pressure, watching you suck your lower lip between your teeth.
âThere. Feels real nice, donât it?â Karasu huffs, watching your mouth part as he slowly swipes back and forth over your clit. âBut I know that still ainât enough for ya.â
Your hands make fists in the comforter as you try to speak, but when Karasu goes back to drawing more shapes into your pussy itâs 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 Karasuâs smirk leans more satisfied than sympathetic.
âWhatâs that, hm?â He says with his next sticky circle between your folds, his fingers soaked with your slick as his gaze drops between you. âThink yer ready?â
âI am.â Karasu almost chuckles at your eagerness, maybe he would if he was talking to you.
âShhhhh, baby. Gotta let her answer me, yeah?â 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. âGotta hear it for myself.â
He does then, Karasu adds another finger to the mix as he rubs at you with three of themâ 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 youâve been sucking on them. The weight of his cock pulses again as he tries to bite back a hiss.
âThink yer about ready now.â Karasu groans.
Your eyes jump up at that, to plea in place of your words because youâre not trusting your voice to beg. Except for one little word that manages to slip through and change it all.
âDaddyâŚ..â
Karasuâs 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 heâs pulling away, and you give him a look like youâre going to cry when his touch leaves you.
Heâs not going anywhere though, âcept even closer.
âYa want it that bad, huh?â Karasu murmurs, swiping his soaked fingers along his shaft as he gives you a sharp look. âYa make it real hard to say no to ya sometimes. Ya know that though, donât ya?â
âIâ I donâtâŚâ
âNo?â
You shake your head next, desperateâ 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 itâs adorable the way your hips shake in delight when he uses his hand to press you down again.
But Karasuâs eyes spark in amusement before heâs 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. âYa ainât foolinâ me, baby.â 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. ââll see to it ya get yer fill.â
Your lashes flutter, and a soft little âMoreâ slips from between your lips. âPlease? Can take it this time.â
Karasuâs eyes feel like they burn through you. âWell that depends who yer askinâ, baby. Remind me again.â
âD-daddy.â
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 heâs angling himself to line up with the entrance to your cunt.
âThatâs right. I was just easinâ ya into it âs all, givinâ ya a lil more time.â
But after that, he doesnât waste anymore. The first press of the tip is bigger than you always seem to anticipateâ no matter how many times he fucks you, youâve always got that same look about you as he feeds you that first inch.
Always begginâ for much more than youâre ready to take.
Itâs 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 canât hump your hips up for moreâ 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.
âThatâs it, baby. Yer lookinâ real cute takinâ it, think ya can keep going? Take it all?â Karasuâs words strain, his eyes lidded as he looks you over.
But your head nods anyway, like youâre not already fighting against that tight coil of pleasure he can feel. âY-yeah.â
Karasu smirks then, his lungs quaking in his chest as he tries to hold himself back, tries to ease you into it but youâre already shaking before he can even take his next breath. Youâre too needy, too wound up and warm that you canât stop your pussy squeezing.
Another inch and he feels the way you seem to get even tighterâ it makes you gasp out something garbled and choked off, and his hold on you is so tight at this point youâre sure it will bruise.
âCareful.â He murmurs, tries his best to draw it back.
But youâre so sensitive, and itâs instantaneous, accidentalâ the way your walls suddenly begin to twitch as Karasuâs 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 twistâ cumming all over his cock when heâs barely even half way in.
But fuckâ 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." Thereâs a teasing hint to his tone, something that makes you burn and jerk beneath him even moreâ like youâre desperate to hide, knowing thereâs no way heâll 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 pleasepleasepleaseâs and i can take itâs! and who is Karasu to deny you as he loops you real tight in his arms.
The next pleased shift of Karasuâs hips squelches loud and wet as you answer, but when he turns to smear another kiss against your cheek this timeâ he thinks itâs so fucking cute the way you turn to meet it.
âI like ya when yer greedy.â Karasu hums, chuckling as he draws his hips back an inch in anticipation. Your body shakes in his hold as he kisses your cheek. âDonât worry, Iâll take care of ya.â
hinata absolutely convinces kageyama in their third year to practice kissing on each other lmao
he frames it as like, donât you want to be good at it when you finally kiss a girl? and kageyama internally is like ?? no plans to do that, but they end up flushed-cheeked and panting against each other under the bleachers after every other practice anyway lol
They watch you stretch a little after a walk or something and their mind immediately goes to all the ways they could bend you and positions they could put you on and making you take them like that
âIâm gonna hold your cock as I say thisâ then going into the most intense depth praise (or degradation) that has his hips rocking into your hand to completion
Usually stoic and respectful man catching you whimpering his name while trying to finger yourself and instead of backing away and closing the door to your room he just. Pauses. Looks. Lingers in the darkness just outside your door. Feels himself grow harder. Rubs himself through his trousers.
currently thinking abt satoru whoâs into size humiliation and needs to be bound and cucked once in a while. it doesnât matter if heâs small, average, or simply big but smaller than the other guy in the room. your boyfriend throbs when you tell him he canât satisfy you, canât fuck you as good as other men can because of his dick. he cries the prettiest tears when you make him rut into a pillow while you use a toy on yourself because heâs not big enough to fuck you. and he looks adorable when he watches you get fucked so hard and good youâre drooling, his dick drooling pre onto his stomach as much as youâre making a puddle in the sheets.
âsuguru, fuck - ahh! so b-big, yâso fuckinâ big, holy shit, please donât stop,â you moan.
your babbling has satoru whining and bucking his hips next to you, pulling on the restraints of his wrists above his head. âplease, can i try? need you so bad, baby, pleeasee.â
suguru grips you by the hair and pulls up your fucked out face for satoru to see. âyou really think you can give her what she needs, satoru? think that pathetic dick of yours is good enough for a pussy like this?â
satoruâs cerulean eyes turn glossy, cheeks red. âyes, been so so good, please, i-â
âshut the fuck up,â suguru says. he leans down into your ear, his pace hardly faltering. âtell him what you said earlier, princess.â
âp-pussy is for big boyyyss,â you slur, all the taunt in your words gone under the weight of suguruâs long, fat cock.
âthatâs right. pussy is for big boys, not whiny brats with baby dicks,â he replies.
suguru lets your head fall back into the sheets. he grips your hip tighter and somehow plunges into your sopping cunt harder from behind, skin clapping so loud and fast itâs ringing in your ears. you cry out his name and your eyes roll.
âgive satoru your hand, angel,â suguru says.
you whine, bones like jelly underneath him.
he grins. âi know, sâhard to move when i fuck you like this, huh? câmon, you can do it.â
with the strength you have left, you reach your hand over and wrap it around satoruâs aching, leaky cock. you give a few weak strokes.
âthank you, fuck, thank you.â
âthatâs a good girlâŚ. just relax, okay? satoru knows what to do,â suguru coos.
satoruâs hips push into your hand as he whines. he sets a sloppy pace, trying so hard to fuck your hand in time with suguruâs punishing thrust into your cunt.
âyeah, thatâs it. try to fuck her hand half as good as iâm fucking your girl. maybe you can fuck her pussy next if you donât cum all over yourself.â
that, unfortunately for satoru, was all it took for him to spill ropes of white, hot seed over your fingers and up his torso with a groan.
suguru huffed a small laugh. âfucking pathetic.â
⎠tags ; what it says on the tin, no gendered language, afab reader, restraints, somewhat under negotiated kink, squirting, graphic pussy description lol, suo being a freak!!!!, 18+
⎠wc ; 1.6k (??????)
⎠a/n ; i think this is one of the horniest things ive ever written like so sincerely lol
Suo gets the impression you're too afraid to fuck him.
It's funny. He wouldn't consider you skittish around him nor even especially careful. But you carry this weight around when the two of you are alone.
Like a deer staring down the head of the arrow that's going to kill it.
It's funny, because it's the first time Suo has wanted to fuck someone who's this scared of him. He has some awareness about what he's like and that he's too much for a beginner. Most people approach him for his remarkably obvious habits and interest in kinks, especially in places meant for others like him.
In bars and on dating apps, people approach Suo because they want a certain fantasy delivered.
Suo is good at giving people what they want. He gets off on it. People always want to date him over it even though Suo tells them he has no interest. People are scared of Suo during the act, when that's the point. When he's cold and distant but thorough and precise.
But you are not interested in any of these things. You're not aware enough of that sort of thing to even think of it. You're helplessly earnest all while being quiet and a little inattentive.
The kind of kinky shit Suo does get into, he's sure you're clueless about all of it.
And yet, you carry this weight around. Like you're afraid of what he'll do to you, but interested in it anyway. You're responsive when he flirtsâbashful, even. It's a crush no doubt, a pure-hearted affair tainted by your physical needs.
It's cute. Cute how much you struggle against the weight of it, cute how much you fail to keep your guard up even when you're on such high alert. Cute enough to make him so very interested in you on all fronts.
Suo is not usually interested in the uninitiated but you make him feel helplessly mortal, all awkward laughter and fluttering nerves. You fumble and make jokes that don't land and you're trying so hard. Despite your inner conflict.
You're practically impossible for him to ignore. Something ripe and sweet. When he tugs you away from vine, he's sure you'll make a pretty, wet mess all over his fingers. Of course Suo can't help but want to eat you up, eat you whole, devour you until you shake.
He's sadistic enough to want to instill that fear you carry even deeper. To see you be scared of how fucking good he makes you feel.
So Suo makes his moves. Like a viper to a small mouse, he constricts you first. Makes you comfortable with flirting and light touches before putting the pressure on. Getting in your space and tempting you into soft kisses, convincing you to let him touch your skin just a little.
And like a frightened little mouse, you stop him before he can get too close to fucking you. Tell him you're not ready. Suo, ever the gentleman, smiles at you and pulls back. Kisses your temple adoringly.
"That's fine. I can wait for as long as you need," He hums, hand on your waist and his voice feather soft against your neck. "How about you come over and I touch you a bit? Ease you into it."
That much you agree too, with a wobbly smile and all the false courage in the world.
You meet Suo again on the following weekend. You bring a bottle of wine because you're a good house guest and then sit as far away from him on the couch as possible because you're so self-conscious. If it were anyone else, Suo would've given up.
But it's you so he finds it quite cute.
It's easy enough to get you to come closer. To kiss you. To rile you up. You're easy to turn on, no doubt a facet of your sincerity and Suo uses it to his advantage. Once it gets hot enough, you pull away again but Suo swoops in with a promise.
Just a little touching. Is that okay?
Getting you in his bed is the easy part. But Suo wants to play, so the rest is about convincing you to relax. He's gentle with you, careful - because he means it when he says he's just going to touch you.
(He does not mention that he will touch you in such a way you will beg him for more, nor that he wants to wreck and mistreat your poor weeping pussy so badly but he won't until ask.
And he's confident you will with time.)
He talks you through the restraints when he finally gets you to his room. He shimmies you out of your clothes and then teaches you about them and how to tell him if its too uncomfortable.
A thigh sling. It's a simple little restraint, with a thick strap that goes around the back of your neck, two cuffs for your hands and two more for your thighs to go through. It forces you into a position where your legs spread and it's comfortable enough even for a beginner.
He explains everything else. When he fastens you into the restraints and when he positions you. He tells you that the latex gloves will make it more comfortable for your first time and decides against explaining why that's a lie and that he's just being a freak.
With your legs spread at the edge of Suo's bed, he sits between them on a chair, perfect view of your pussy - he thinks that he's going to eat you alive someday.
Your cunt is split open, neatly trimmed hairs and covered in slick, sticky arousal. The petals of your folds part without him touching you, clit throbbing as the hair around smooths down from it. He's fascinated by how wet you are when he's hardly touched you, his eyes flickering up to the other evidence of painful arousal.
Your face is debauched. Mouth dropped open, lashes fluttery, hard nipples and haze. Suo nearly slips. Thinks about slipping you on fours and shoving his cock in you one go like a beast. He's never been so aroused by another human being. Sex has always been a matter of wish fulfillment and entertainment.
But Suo is attracted to you. In his bones, in his throat, it sears his lungs when he breathes. You're acting like this without him laying a hand on you. He has so much to show you.
He can make you feel so much better than this. The thought nearly kills him.
He lets his thumbs slip across the swell of your cunt, rubbing against the outside - away from where you want.
Black latex gloves don't let him feel skin.
Instead he feels the full extent of your lust dampening his gloves . There's no friction or resistance when he slides his thumb along your lips or through your folds - only the slippery sensation of your own increasing desires. You mewl, whimper unfamiliar and high as Suo inspects your pussy in all it's pretty perfection.
He stares at it, burning it into his brain with the thought of eating you out until you cry. He uses both hands to spread and see inside, pink pulsing as his thumb holds you open. His breath fans your cunt, hole fluttering in response. He can't tear his eyes way from seeing deeper than anyone else has gone. It makes his spine tingle.
"Can I use my fingers? Is that okay?"
"Yes-yes, please,"
Suo keeps his composure still. Barely. He pushes his gloved middle finger in first and feels his cock twitch with enough envy to make him laugh breathlessly. Your pussy clamps down on him, tight enough for him to slow as it resists. He feels around, opening you up slow until he can pump.
When he pulls away the black latex is shiny enough for him to see his reflection. He whistles at that and you whine over him but Suo pays it no mind.
It starts to sink in just how much it's turning you on when Suo slips two fingers in and you buck your hips up with unrepentant need. He's just touching you, just sliding two fingers in and pumping them - pressing them up against that spot that makes your eyes roll back into your head.
You thrash when he does it but Suo keeps steady and doesn't give you more until he's had his fill of seeing you like this. Seeing you gushing around his fingers, frothy slick down to the knuckles of his gloves as you tighten and twitch.
"Suo," You practically sob as you pitch your hips up, stuttering. "Please. Please, I can't."
Suo smiles, knuckles deep as he presses into your g-spot with purpose. "Please, what? Do you want me to make you cum?"
You make a noise that sounds like a yes, too muffled to be clear. He laughs lightly.
"Then say it. Ask me."
"C-can you please make me cum, Suo?" You plead, so diligent. So inexperienced, so stupidly sincere. Fuck. Fuck. When you're all prepped for him, eventually, he's going to fuck you well enough you'll pass out.
Suo keeps his composure even though his mind fills with some vision of you - kinky, brusied and battered and so fucked out you can't talk. "Of course I can, dear."
Suo let his other hand rest on your sex as his thumb draws meticulous circles on your clit.
It amuses him how fast you start to rush towards your orgasm as soon as you get the attention you need. You cry out so loudly the noise cuts out, leaving you in a silent scream as you buck your hips. Your cunt spasms with each pump and slide of his fingers against your gspot, fucking you merciless with fingers as he coos. You're soaking wet, sopping. He'll have to wring his sleeves of cum if you make anymore of a mess.
And Suo knows you will. You do. You squirt so hard it sprays. All over his ornate clothes. He looks down at the wet spot on his carpet, one large dark patch now paired with several drops and feels ecstatic.
You're beyond perfect for him. Its immeasurable.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Suo says, pulling his hands away. He lets the soaked latex pressed against your parted lips, messily playing with your tongue. "And it'll feel even better when I fuck you. So don't be scared, okay?"
And for a moment you must picture how being fucked by him will actually feel because the arousal spikes with pure, unadulterated fear.
It's perfect. A perfect look. Exactly what he wanted.
there's something quite dark about the way getou says it. open your mouth - a soft command, a quiet one. you can barely hear over the sound of static in your brain. the feeling of being used (lovingly, for what it's worth) where you're stretched and pliant and broken. a sort of want that lingers in your bones. makes the muscles in your stretched calves feel especially tight. you feel your toes curl.
you don't know the time, just that getou started fucking you before sunset and now it's pitch black and the whole room smells like him - and that you are acutely aware of throbbing in your sore cunt after he's fucked you like you're going to run away (you're tempted to ask if he thinks that. where would you even go?)
"open your mouth, baby," he says, and it's not unkind. but it's demanding. impatient (they're so alike in that way, both suguru and satoru) like he hasn't had his fill (any longer and you'll really be gone)
but you open your mouth anyway and getou purrs like a cat ready to eat. he sinks his thumb into your mouth and cradles your cheek. his hands are so much bigger than yours. his thumb is salty and a little callous. you feel him on the wet of your tongue, the plush of your inner cheek. he shivers more than you do, cock twitching in a throb so deep inside you don't where you're feeling him anymore. where he starts and you stop.
"sweet thing you are like this," getou says, though it's not particularly to you. maybe to himself like he's trying to commit every inch of your mess to memory "suck, sweetheart. rest your pretty head."
and you do. somehow it feels dangerous but you want to give in so bad and you do. getou rewards you with a punctuated thrust and a kiss to your temple and you let out a hollow whimper.
"exactly what you needed. something to fix your mouth on, right? i always know what you need."
and he does. somehow. in a way that you're sure is dangerous. but don't mind succumbing to anyway.
i think when barou gets mad at you he wraps and arm around your neck like in a headlock n fucks you in pronebone until you cry. heâs reprimanding you in your ear nd pushing so deep and so slow it makes you want to run away. normally barou doesnât like to make you weepy but right now he wants to bully your cunt till itâs completely sore. he wants you to feel helpless and suffocated
you canât move or squirm because heâs so heavy. his hair is down n tickling your neck and heâs tightening his arm around your neck telling you to be good and take it until youâve learned your lesson
