karasu can’t figure out why in gods name you keep staring at his damn hands. it's a daily occurrence, almost randomly, but glaringly apparent all the same. it bothers him more than he wants to admit.
until one day, it just dings like a lightbulb in his head — maybe you’ve just wanted his fingers in your mouth this entire time.
“sheesh, darlin’, if this is what ya wanted why didncha just say so?”
his voice carries a mocking tone that makes you whine, a distorted warble you choke out around his slender fingers that brush over the flat of your tongue, as if he was petting a soft gentle kitten. maybe if he keeps it up, you'll purr so sweetly for him.
karasu smirks in satisfaction as you twitch and flick your pretty pink tongue over and between his digits, coating them in your spit as your eyes start to glaze over, the rest of you melting into pliant bliss.
and he couldn’t be more turned on to find such an easy weakness of yours.
— just like stardust. karasu tabito x reader. suggestive/nsfw. body worship. karasu has more than one mole. lots of teasing. flustered but still charming karasu. kansai dialect. wc: 710.
you know too well that karasu gets flustered every time you place your lips on the mole that’s under his eye, gaze averted with warmed cheeks and a pout that he fights to keep on his face. it’s why you do it so often; you didn’t think he could get any cuter.
so imagine your surprise when he takes his shirt off for the first time in front of you and he has even more— light specklings of darkened skin spots placed at random over his back, his torso, and who knows where else. you needed to know, and really… it took you little time to find out just where all of karasu’s beauty marks lie once you got into bed with him.
“darlin’, fuck, yer drivin’ me crazy ya know that?” he huffs out a frustrated sigh, kiss swollen lips suffering the wrath of his teeth as he bites down on the soft flesh to muffle his noises.
it’s practiced now, the way you tell him you’ll take care of him, but each and every time you get more of his clothing off of his delightfully toned body, your lips find those pretty beauty marks. you think it’s the closest thing to stardust they can find.
it starts with the one on the cap of his shoulder, bolder than the rest and begging for attention. there’s another than sits under his collarbone, sending you on the perfect detour to the one next to his right nipple. to say you often find your tongue joining in on the fun to tease him is an understatement. and karasu will swear up and down he doesn’t squirm the moment your warm mouth finds the pebbled skin.
there’s one that lives over his hardened abs, and two that sit like a pair of friends on his hip. you joke that they remind you of him and otoya— physically inseparable. maybe you kiss one of them twice, perhaps to entice him to ask if it’s the karasu mole or the otoya one. when you answer with a typical cheeky giggle, he throws his head back against the pillow in defeat.
you take the opportunity to then drag your lips over his v-line, appreciating his anatomy so intimately that it makes karasu give you a rough sigh, overwhelmed and flustered beyond belief. he’s not used to this kind of attention, and you know that, which is why you think it’s all the more important that you give it to him.
your next target lies high up on his thigh, decorating his quad muscle with a hint of biological artistry. karasu hums this time as you lay a kiss to the mark, a small gentle reprieve before the next stop on your journey.
on the inner part of his left thigh sits a mole so delicately hidden that it deserves the most attention, in your opinion. you kiss it once, twice, thrice— stealing a last second peek at the way it makes his cock twitch against his stomach and the faintest little whine of anticipation fall from his lips.
“fuck,” he curses again as he throws his arm over his eyes in embarrassment. you know he’s flushed and antsy, thinking he doesn’t deserve all of this affection despite how content and… efficient you are at doing it. “yer teasin’ is gettin’ outta hand, baby.”
“and who do you think i learned it from?” you ask with a soft and playful lilt, to which karasu only chuffs in amusement because he knows it’s a damn fair point.
you crawl back up his body, resting some of your weight on his chest and moving some of his dark hair away from his eyes, like feathers on a raven’s wing. “plus, i just really love kissing you.”
“sheesh, ya gonna get all sappy on me now?”karasu lightly chides with a smirk, brushing his nose with yours before catching your mouth in hot demanding kiss that nearly takes your breath away. you’ve teased him enough, you suppose.
he pulls away after a long minute, even if just barely, to speak against your lips.
