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note I wrote this when I had the flu, so grammar might be a little off.

"Baby. I said to sit on my face. Not hover. Sit." Keigo huffed, attempting fruitlessly to tug you down, your hands tightly gripping the headboard, peering down at him.

This was so unfair; you were forcing him to make eye contact with your messy pussy, which was practically begging him to kiss her and drive her crazy, and here you were, refusing to let him relieve you.

"But what if it—" You whined, hands shifting on the wood as he gripped your thighs tighter.

"Then I'll die a happy man." He deadpanned, sitting up to give a teasingly slow lick across your slit. "Babe, c'mon, I can just lift you if I'm uncomfortable."

"Are you sure?" You mumbled, pressing your forehead against your arms, staring down at him, catching the gleam as he kept his eyes trained on your pussy like a starved man.

You could swear you could see him almost drooling.

"Yes," he huffed, tugging firmly on your hips till you were just an inch above his face; he could feel the heat radiating from you as he licked his lips. "More than sure."

He anchored his arms around your thighs, holding you against his mouth as his buttery soft tongue swept circles around your clit, nipping gently as he moaned up into your pussy.

"Kei—" You whimpered, gasping out as his tongue slipped between your folds, teasing your entrance, eyes fluttering with a roll of your hips. "Fuck, baby, right there."

Keigo practically purred up into you, pulling back to latch himself to your clit—gripping your thighs tighter as he began to make out with the bundle of nerves, rolling his wet tongue around at a maddening pace as your thighs squeezed his head tight.

"Fuckfuckfuck, s'good, s'good don't stop." You whined, a hand tugging on his hair, rolling hips furiously against his tongue.