Raichi and his big mouth. It irritates you a lot at times, but it's hilarious because all that cockiness, all that attitude, all that talk, just for him to shut up when he's face to face with your cunt.
He's silent. Not a single peep nor word out of him. It's just him and the straight-up hunger in his eyes, and he stares between your legs – pussy put on display for him like a full-course meal. Every pant, every harsh blink, every time he licks his lips; it just makes you smirk because you know what you're doing to him.
You know exactly what you're doing when your hand goes down to your pussy. You know what you're doing when you use two fingers to push your dewy folds apart, so he can see how wet you actually are, so he can see your clit twitch and throb as if it's begging for his attention.
It pisses him off, too, since he's put in a position where he can't be defiant even if he wanted to. It's all bark until you wave that pretty pussy in his face, and then it's like he taped his own mouth shut, soundless apart from deep breaths, like a starved dog waiting patiently for his owner to say yes so he can finally feast.
"You want it, Raichi?" You tease, dragging your finger along your slick folds, collecting all your wetness until you reach your clit, giving it slow rubs that has him shifting on his knees, his pants suddenly getting tighter as he gawks at you, "You want a taste?" He nods – subtle – barely, but you notice it, "Yeah? Okay, you gonna– shit – apologise for that – ngh – shitty attitude you ga-gave me today, then?" He pauses, grits his teeth, and looks away. You click your tongue, and a mocking sound follows straight after it, making him glare up at you and your shit-eating grin. "Awww, no apologies for me? Then, you don't get a taste. Simple as that." You shrug, leaving no room for complaints whatsoever.
A second finger joins your other one with rubbing your clit and his eyes dart back to your pussy – observing the your fingers rub it in smooth circles, and he's biting his tongue because of both desperation and pure jealousy. If only he hadn't opened his mouth, your fingers could've been his tongue ages ago. If only he wasn't an asshole and your fingers stroking your clit could've been his tongue doing circles around it instead. He could've been the one making all those melodic noises come out of your mouth – not your fucking fingers.
His fingers tap against his thighs, trying to distract himself from disobeying you completely by yanking your hand away and diving straight in. He's already been a nuisance; he doesn't want to add onto that. He's trying to keep himself at bay, drumming his fingers against himself at an easy pattern as he watches you make yourself feel good, as he watches your two fingers move away from your clit and all the way to your hole, pushing them inside with a squelch.
You're so wet, messing up your fingers with each thrust of them. The delicious, musky scent of you filling up his nostrils, which has him drooling. He's on the verge of humilating himself and begging to help you out at this point and to make it worse? You curl your fingers upright into that special, gummy spot inside of you; the one that always rips a sensual moan out of you. The one that he usually gets you to do.
That's his breaking point.
"Fuck, look! I'm sorry, okay?"
"Sorry for what exactly?" You tease, taunting grin coming back onto your face as you watch him gradually break apart in front of you. He groans in frustration, "Sorry for the way I treated you – really sorry. Can I just please help you out? Make you cum as an apology?"
You move your hand away from your cunt, pretending to ponder on it for a second before humming as a yes, and that's all the permission he needs before he buries his face right between those thighs.His fingers dig into them, holding you open for him as he eats you out.
He's fucking messy with it – lapping up every single drop of you like he's thirsty. The sounds of slurping and him groaning into your pussy is almost porngraphic. He also has no rhythm – it's completely uncoordinated.
It's just pure, raw hunger.
His tongue drags across your clit, pulling it right between his lips and teeth, sucking on the sensitive bud before his tongue fucks its way inside of you, twisting and turning back and forth like he's trying to drain you from the inside.
"Fuuuck, R-Raichi," You laugh and it's breathless, "So fucking gr-greedy for it–" He doesn't pay attention to your words, hands moving from your inner thighs to under them so he can pull him closer towards his mouth.
It's so sloppy. The mix of saliva and your juices slides down the crevice of your ass, as well as it coats his chin and drenches the sheets below you. At this point, it's not just about you making you feel good as an apology anymore. This is greed – he wants drink everything you can deliver – every ounce of your seeet nectar, and fuck, if he isn't careful, he'd keep going until his jaw falls off.
The non-stop switching between him sucking on your clit or him just tongue fucking you makes you cum. A drawn-out moan coming out of your mouth as you cum on Raichi's tongue. He eagerly gulps and swallows your orgasm before pulling away. He inhales sharply, trying to regain his breath, your pussy juices still all over his chin.
He snickers – voice raw since he's still trying to breathe properly, "Good enough apology for you, your highness?"
You jab his shoulder with the heel of your foot, "Shut up."
author's note: felt like giving some raichi some love today!
