Tumgik
#rintaro suna smut
forusomimiya · 14 days
Text
He likes to have eye contact with you while his watching another man who is not him fucking you raw.
He likes to have eye contact with you with one hand on his cock, asking you to be obedient to the man who’s asking you to kneel down to fuck your pretty mouth.
He likes to have eye contact with you when you moan his name but it's another cock that's filling you.
He likes to have eye contact with you as he licks the other man's juice dripping out your pussy.
He likes to have eye contact with you when you cry and beg for his cock long enough to finally get it.
Tumblr media
KAGEYAMA, BOKUTO, SUNA, KUROO, ATSUMU, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, ASAHI
445 notes · View notes
sugawarassoulmate · 1 year
Note
llsplsosl i wanna suck loser suna off at a random bathroom while we're ina study group,, hed be telling you its too risky while involuntarily bucking his hips towards you
Tumblr media
words: 301 cw: gn!reader, oral (m receiving), semi-public sex, loser!suna, minors dni
Tumblr media
"y/n, we could get caught," he gasps, making no effort to stop the wet heat of your mouth around his cock. suna's sure that your study partners noticed something was odd when you two randomly left the quiet room ages ago. you told him you needed help finding a specific book for research, but he became increasingly suspicious when you skipped every bookshelf and headed straight to the bathroom.
"why are you pushing my head down, then?" you teased, giving small kitten licks to his drooling tip. nobody ever uses the bathroom on this floor—you know from experience. besides, suna's looked so stressed the whole day, the least you could do is make him feel good, right?
his cheeks flush even more, knowing he can't argue when his hand is quite literally tangled in your hair. "i just..." suna groans when he feels you stroking him, the mixture of your spit and his precum makes obscene sounds with every movement. it gets so much better—and so much worse—when your mouth is on him again, free-hand playing with his balls.
suna tries to give you a warning when he cums, but his orgasm comes faster than his brain can process. but you don't show any discomfort as he floods your mouth with his seed. when it becomes too much, suna's weeping cock falls from your lips and he putters around the stall to grab toilet paper to clean you up. but he stops after seeing your open mouth, a small "ahhh" follows, showing suna that you had swallowed all of it.
"back to studying," you say cheerfully, grabbing your bag from the sink. you stand by the closed door, looking expectantly at suna, who still has his cock out.
"...y-yeah," he agrees, doing his best to look presentable.
Tumblr media
©sugawarassoulmate 2022 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!
2K notes · View notes
shojoisms · 2 years
Text
ft. suna, Osamu, and kita.
+cw: fem!reader, vaginal penetration, creampies, oral (fem receiving), praise kink, slight teasing, size kink, riding, face sitting, pet names used (bun, darlin’, sweetheart.) not beta’d or edited.
+a/n: havin some thots about men who talk you through your orgasm.. and I think my top 3 contenders (yes this is bias.)
Tumblr media
+ Rintaro Suna
Suna, Suna’s so smug — watching you come undone on his cock as he thrusts into you from below, his strong arms holding your limp body preventing you from falling.
“Look at me, bun,” Suna’s voice is raspy, his large hands grip at your waist harshly as he lifts you up effortlessly before slamming you back down on his cock.
You can’t even comprehend what he’s saying, so fucked out and mind so far gone as his thick, long cock stretches you out — making you feel oh so fucking full.
“Gonna cum, right bun,” Suna grits through his teeth, the hold he has on your body gets tighter as he feels you clench and squeeze around him for the umpteenth time — you’re closing your eyes, the tip of his dick hitting your sweetest spots.
You nearly choke on a moan when he brings a hand between your thighs — rubbing at your swollen clit. “I know you’re gonna cum, can feel you trying to break my dick off,” he’s right, you’re close, the added sensation’s making too hard to hold on any longer.
“It’s ok, let go for me,” and you do, your walls fluttering for a final time as you chant Suna’s name like a prayer before going slack against his body.
“So good for me,” he says, wrapping his arms around you before going in for a kiss.
+ Osamu Miya
“Atta girl,” Osamu’s voice is low, as he hunches over you — pressing the entirety of his weight upon your body while he whispers into your ear. “Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well,” he groans, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.
“Samu, Samu,” you cry, his cock hitting that special spot inside of you that nearly has you seeing white — and as soon as Samu feels you clench around him, he lets out a sharp breath. Taking a mental note to hit it again.
“Gonna cum?”
You can’t even find the words to respond, shaking your head rapidly as your body writhes and shakes in pleasure, a soft chuckle leaves Osamu’s lips — seeing you like this has his balls tightening and his cock stirring in your cunt.
“Cum for me, sweetheart,” pressing a soft kiss upon the back of your neck — his shifts his hips, making sure he hits your most sensitive spot with precision, the sound of skin slapping against skin could be heard through out the entire room. “Think ya earned it,”
Your walls flutter around him, constricting and squeezing so damn hard that he thinks you’re gonna snap his cock in two — but that doesn’t stop him, his hips stilling rutting into yours as he tells you how good you’re doing while he pounds into you from behind.
His pace starts to slow down as he relishes in the way your cunt threatens to milk him for all he has, even when your unable to keep yourself up — nearly collapsing onto the mattress, he doesn’t stop, rocking into you gently as he supports your body with one arm wrapped around your waist while the others pressed against the bed.
+ Shinsuke Kita
Kita looks so pretty laying underneath you, his face buried into your cunt as you sit on his face — you were embarrassed at first when he had brought up the idea, with a straight face no doubt. But after some convincing and some sweet talking he managed to get what he want.
“Ya taste so good, ya know that,” Kita hums, licking another stripe into your cunt, his tongue delving between your folds collecting all your slick while his nose occasionally bumps against your clit. “Best I’ve ever had, matter a’ fact.”
“Shin,” you whine, hands finding themselves placed upon his head as you stroke his silver locks with your fingers, “s’close,”
He hums, the vibrations shaking you right down to your core and you gasp when you feel his hands cup your plush ass, a firm grip on your cheeks as he guides you back and forth on his face.
Kita’s tongue felt so good inside you, as he flicked it in and out of your hole, of course he knew you were close —- he could tell by the way your thighs quivered around him, and it’s not like he could feel your walls fluttering.
“Yer doing so well, ya know that” his whispers into your cunt, “come on, darlin’. Yer almost there,”
Your orgasm hit hard, nearly causing you to collapse on top of Kita — thank god you were able to catch yourself. Rolling off of your lover, you turn to him and he looks as happy as ever while he’s licking your essence off his mouth.
“Let’s try that again.”
903 notes · View notes
henry-espionage · 2 years
Text
Falling Backwards
relationship: osamu miya x trans man!rintarō suna x trans man!reader
genre(s):smut, hurt/comfort
word count: 4.5k
content warnings: referenced transphobia, toxic mother, sir honorific, daddy honorific, afab anatomy (reader and suna), praise, submissive reader, dominant osamu, dominant suna, oral sex, fingering, oral fixation, dildos, humiliation if you squint, begging, hair-pulling, thigh-spanking, face riding, light degradation, breeding kink, creampie
synopsis: another visit to your shitty mother gone wrong. thankfully, your two boyfriends are there to comfort and look after you.
author's note: i had so much fun writing this! i love polyships. all interactions (especially reblogs and comments) are appreciated <3
You weren’t surprised. You never were at this point. The resentment that hung heavy in the air, the backhanded comments, the insensitive and self-centred nature – all of it were things that you suffered by rote. Unlike most people, you never felt much love towards mother dearest: her therapist by age 11, she taught you the art of handling everyone else’s issues whilst neglecting your own. You learnt very early on that mummy was a hypocrite: she would yell at you and guilt trip you for the smallest mistakes but you were expected to forgive so easily. Her emotional volatility was a defining feature of your own childhood. It was as if your identity was her centre. How could you forget her complaints and moans about how ‘difficult’ it was to have a transgender child?
The point is that you two had never gotten along. You’d tried to ween her away only for her to try and kick her way back in. It was the same cycle each time: you would remain firm at first, she would sweeten you, your inner child convinces you that maybe she really has changed, you meet up a few times, turns out she hasn’t changed and you kick her out of your life.
So why had you listened to your inner child again?
He had landed you running in the torrential rain, sobbing your heart out as your mother shouted her insults after you. Something about her words tonight cut deeper than before: she had built up your hopes too much again, hadn’t she? Either way, you were running all the way back to the house you shared with your boyfriends (they were going to pick you up but the evening had other plans).
Your sobs echoed through the hallway and convulsed your body as you dropped to the floor, your thoroughly soaked clothes sending water droplets to the carpeted floor. You were shivering when Rintarō found you in your sorry state, barely responsive to the world. He wordlessly helped you up, resting your sore and drenched form against his chest as he guided you up the stairs to your bedroom.
Rin was so gentle as he peeled your clothes off of you, wrapping you in a warm blanket; his voice was calm and gentle as he pulled you into his body, stroking your sopping wet hair.
“She can’t get to you here, darling. Samu and I will make sure of it.” Of course, he was worried sick – angrier at your mother than he ever had been before – but he knew that his anger was the last thing anyone needed. You just needed both of your boyfriends to hold and caress you. To spoil and baby you. To make you feel whole and loved again. “I texted Osamu when you came in, he’s just coming back from the restaurant, baby.” You clung onto Rin so tightly you were scared he’d lose circulation but he simply returned the same comforting pressure, letting his hands sink into the plush of your back.
Time had no meaning: the warm light from the bedside table filled the room in such a calming way as your convulsive sobs subsided into stray tears that fell down your cheeks all the while Rintarō rocked you back and forth in his arms, waiting until you were ready to tell him what happened. The soft silence was interrupted by Osamu’s keys in the door and, shortly afterwards, quick footsteps up the staircase just to see you.
“Sorry for the delay, got caught up talkin’ t’a new member of staff.” Osamu quickly gave Rintarō a kiss before taking your blanket-covered body from Rin and propping you up against his chest, cradling you like a precious baby. “D’ya wanna tell us what happened, baby?” His much larger hand met your cheek, brushing away the stray tears that fell along the reddened tracks of before.
“My mum… she told, she told me- that-that I, that I-” You could barely make it through a sentence before the sobs started again; you curled into Osamu’s chest like he was a teddy bear, letting him gently shush and cradle you. Rin quickly came round to the other side of your head, taking a hold of your other cheek.
“Y/N ran here in the rain.” Osamu’s eyes widened in shock at what Rin had just told him.
“Shit, that’s-”
“I know. Poor thing, I found him crouched in the hallway, shaking like a leaf.”
“From the sobs or the cold?” Rin shook his head.
“I don’t know, your guess is as good as mine. All of his clothes had soaked through so I chucked them in the laundry hamper.” Silence settled between the two men as they held your shivering form.
You scrubbed at your eyes roughly until Osamu produced a tissue from his pocket, using it to dab at your eyes gently. Despite everything that had happened, the world was a slightly better place with your boyfriends by your side. They had stood up to your mother for you multiple times, had always been there to pick up the pieces after you’d been let down again. Tonight was no different. Both Rin and Osamu were so patient with you. Regardless of whether it took two minutes or two hours to compose yourself, they always stayed beside you until you were ready to be okay.
Osamu’s hands stayed by your face, tracing the outlines of your features with care whilst Rintarō had his hands pressing into your tummy through the blanket. You finally cleared your throat, wincing at how red-raw it felt.
“She started going on about how me being trans took away her child. It escalated from there. Ended with her shouting after me telling me to never speak to her again as I ran home.” A solitary tear trickled onto Osamu’s hand and he quickly wiped it away.
“Thank you for telling us, honey.” Rin pressed his soft lips to your covered stomach. “Do you want us to do anything? Run you a bath? Put on a film?”
You shook your head, worming your way out of the blanket so your bare body was exposed to the cool bedroom air. The two men tilted their heads in curiosity and stared at you, awaiting some kind of answer or explanation.
All you could think about was them taking care of you; the two of them breaking you down in such a gentle way only to rebuild you with love and care. The imagined sensation of their hands squeezing and caressing your body not only sent sparks down your spine but a warm buzz of comfort to your tired brain. You didn’t want to think anymore. You just wanted to be pliant. To obey. To be spoiled and taken care of.
“Can I be your baby for the night?” Both Osamu and Rin raised an eyebrow in interest at your request as if to confirm that you had really said it. The two looked to you, then to each other and then back to you. Rin crawled behind you and set his hands on your shoulders, softly working his fingers into them.
“Ya sure, honey?” You softly nodded your head at Osamu’s question, feeling your back relax into Rin’s ministrations.
“Just want you and Sir to take care of me,” there was a pause as you looked down at your hands, “Daddy.”
The reactions from the two men behind you were so visceral: Rin’s heart pounded against his chest (you could feel it against your back) as if it were trying to break free and his deep exhale reverberated into your sensitive ears. Osamu’s chest puffed out in pride, his eyes wide and neck lightly flushed. Your attempt to hide your lustful gaze was foiled as Rin pulled your hands from your face, placing them in your lap.
“Traffic light system?” You curtly nodded your head, deciding to stick with the safe-word system that had always been used by you three.
“I’m green, Sir.” A playful smile formed behind the ear that Rin’s lips were pressed up against and you soon found yourself being lowered down with your back flat to the bed, the screwed-up blankets surrounding your perfectly naked frame.
Rintarō crawled over your body, licking over his lips as he analysed your body with an alluring hunger. His deft fingers quickly unbuttoned his shirt all the while his stare bore down at you. Osamu had attached his lips to your neck and collarbone, licking over the bite marks and hickeys that he made as he went along. A soft whine tumbled out of your mouth.
“Look at ya, pretty baby. Such a good boy for Daddy and Sir.” Rin attacked the supple skin of your stomach with his plush lips just as Osamu pulled you into a messy kiss that was a mess of your tongues. He pulled away, leaving strings of saliva on your lips.
Rin’s skilled tongue ran up and down your stomach, licking from your hardened nipples to the very top of your pubic bone, making you cry out softly against Osamu’s skin. He laughs softly at your reaction, stroking your hair and holding you in place for his boyfriend. Your eyes were bleary yet so focused on Rin, his piercing eyes seductively gazing up at you as he kissed lower and lower down your body, shrugging off his shirt finally to reveal the long-faded top surgery scars.
He pressed a kiss to your bare pussy, eyes gleaming with fascination as you squeaked and tried to wiggle away. Osamu’s hands grabbed onto your thighs and pulled them back, leaving your glistening cunt on display for Rin. A sly grin spread across his face as his lips enclosed around your engorged clit, sucking on it lewdly as he fluttered his eyelids at you.
“Ah-ah!” Your hands flew to Rintarō’s hair, gripping onto it and pulling his face further into you. Your heavy pants and moans reverberated throughout the room, harmonising with the lewd sounds of Rin’s relentless tongue that shot out to lick over your folds. “Oh, oh Sir!” Osamu awed at your cute noises, feeling himself get hard at the sight of his two partners already so messy.
Rin hummed against your pussy, licking up and down your folds with such fascination. His spit ran down your thighs as his mind began to cloud over at the sight of your flustered face. His soft laughter reverberated through you, causing you to try and close the legs that Osamu held open.
“Shh, let Sir and Daddy take care of ya.” Calloused hands gently massaged your thighs, giving you the perfect view of Rin’s head in between them. Soft whimpers were caught by Osamu’s lips as he held your head in place to watch the man in between your thighs. “There we go, good boy. So sweet and pliant fer us.”
Rin raised his fingers up to your hole and gently circled it as he made out with your sensitive nub, the mess of your juices ending up on his slightly reddened cheeks. All you could do was whimper as he took care of you. A finger slid inside of you, causing you to seize up a little. Rin’s hand came up to your inner thigh and his delicate fingers drew circles at a teasingly slow pace.
“Relax, Babyboy, relax for Sir, yeah? Just want to make you feel good.” His lips curled up into a smile as his finger slowly pumped in and out of you, sliding through the slick that you had produced. His lips returned to your clit, sucking on it as if it were some delicacy.
Soft cries echoed around the room; your face was hot to Osamu’s chest. Rin slid a second finger inside you and began to scissor them out, watching in fascination as your eyes widened and your mouth fell open. The knot inside your stomach was tightening: from how you were so lewdly spread out, to your boyfriend’s skilled fingers, you were so damn close. A particularly harsh suck had your head reeling.
“Sir, Sir, ‘m so close, Sir!” Rin’s tongue poked out as he began to rapidly flick it over your clit.
“Go on then, baby, finish on my face.” His eyes never left yours, the seductive glint simultaneously egging you on and making you shy away.
“Come on, be a good boy and finish on Sir’s face.” With Osamu’s soft purr, you came with a yell, knuckles turning white as they fisted Osamu’s shirt. Rintarō’s fingers made a soft pop as he pulled them out, licking your soaked cunt clean. He pulled you up by the back of your neck for a messy kiss; your taste hung heavy on his tongue but all you could think about was getting him stripped naked. Shaky hands worked to slide his shirt down his shoulders and to pull off his sweatpants, leaving him in his underwear. Behind the two of you, Osamu cleared his throat.
“Rin, didn’t ya say that you’d bought a new toy for our baby here?” Just like clockwork, a smile spread across his face.
“Why, yes. Do you think he’s ready for it?” Rin paced over to Osamu and unbuttoned his shirt with a teasing glint in his eye. The brunette placed a teasing hickey on the top of Osamu’s pectoral.
“Oh, absolutely. I think he’ll love it.”
Your glassy eyes turned up to Osamu as Rin began to scour the various bags that sat in the back of your wardrobe. Osamu pulled you up a little way so your head sat on the pillows; he pressed a kiss to your temple as he shed his clothes.
“How are ya feeling, angel?” His fingers circled the outline of your lips with a certain delicacy; they served as the only distraction from the erection that pressed up against your thigh and from Rin’s rummaging in the closet. You opened your mouth and licked up his fingers with a certain innocence.
“So floaty Daddy… want more.” You mumbled out as you wrapped your lips around his thick digits. A soft groan fell from his mouth.
“Don’t worry, baby boy. Sir and I will give ya everything ya want.”
Rintarō came back to the bed holding a dildo – roughly 7” – with a wide smirk on his face. You barely registered what was happening until your legs were spread wide apart and the thick intrusion pressed up against your sensitive hole.
“Just relax, honey. Let me make you feel good.” With the way he stared down at your pussy, you were certain he was talking to it rather than you. Your lips’ purchase on Osamu’s fingers weakened as the dildo was pushed further inside you, your whines coating everything in a thick, gloopy layer of saliva.
The way your walls expanded around the toy had Rintarō cursing under his breath, his movements retaining that painfully slow pace just to hear what you sounded like once it finally bottomed out inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as you whined at the feeling, your lips releasing Osamu’s fingers with messy strings of saliva.
Rintarō thrusted the toy in like he was experimenting with your body, chuckling every time you let out one of your more pathetic moans. Each angle hit a new spot inside you until your tongue stuck out of your mouth as you panted away like a puppy in heat.
“Oh, Samu, look at what I’ve done to him.” You cried out as he hit the spot that made you see stars.
“Is Sir makin’ ya feel /that/ good?” As if on cue, Rin harshly thrust in the toy again, tongue poking out of his smirking lips. You cried out in pleasure.
“Daddy! S’much, s’much! Ah! Sir, ha, Daddy!” You were practically screaming into the air whilst your two boyfriends showed you no mercy, only cooing in condescension at your desperation.
“Awe, does our baby want Daddy to give him somethin’ to suck on?” Osamu re-positioned himself, his nipple level with your waiting mouth. Far too gone to deny humiliation, you latched onto it and immediately began sucking on it.
Osamu’s groan reverberated throughout the room, effecting even Rintarō who moaned lowly as his thrusts gained a new vigour, constantly hitting that bundle of nerves inside you. Your muffled moans still filled the room, fuelled by Rintarō’s trained gaze.
“Look at our little baby, is Daddy coddling you just the way you need?” He was mocking you with the most loving gaze in his eye, thrusts unrelenting as he studied the sharp movements of your diaphragm.
Without warning, he found a deeper spot within you; your thighs closed together almost immediately.
“I think he wants to cum, Samu. Should we let him?”
“I don’t know, Rin. I think he should beg for it.” You released your lips from his nipple with a pop, licking over it desperately; Osamu grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head away. “Go on, beg Sir to let ya cum.”
“Sir, Sir, please!”
“Please what?” Rintarō smacked your inner thigh. “Be more specific, angel. What do you want from Sir?”
“Please let me cum, Sir! I’ve been such a good boy! Please, please, fuck, Si-ir you feel so good!” Your wailing cries rang out in your bedroom; Rintarō looked up Osamu for his approval.
“You think he deserves it?” Tears stung your eyes as your two boyfriends continued to toy with your orgasm which was becoming painful to hold off. Osamu pretended to be deep in thought, licking over his bottom lip slowly.
“Well, he has been good for us, that’s for sure,” he grabbed onto the wrist that controlled the dildo pumping in and out of you, “I think he deserves it.”
With a devilish smirk, Rintarō pushed the object in one last time, studying your slack-jawed orgasm that came with a near silent scream and cream that coated the dildo in rings. Each thrust sent a new wave of blinding pleasure through you; your thighs tensed and relaxed like a pulse. A gentle hand stroked back your hair and soothed you with gentle shushes and praise as your breathing got heavier and clumsier. By the time you came to, Rintarō was sucking the dildo clean, making unmistakable eye contact with Osamu as he deepthroated it.
The toy was quickly discarded as the men changed their positions: Osamu settled between your legs, shucking off his work trousers and underwear, and Rintarō at your head, his pussy finally exposed as he ripped off his own underwear. Osamu’s head was tipped back, eyes half-lidded as he stroked himself to full hardness once again; a bead of precum formed at the reddened tip as his eyes rolled back.
“Daddy, please touch me?” Your voice was barely audible, hoarse from what it had just been put through but still he heard it. A smile formed again on his face as his eyes softened once again; he took your two hands into his, massaging circles into the backs of them. He leaned down and kissed the tracks of your tears from before.
“Alright, alright. I’ll get there soon, don’t worry. You’re doing so well fer Sir an’ I. I’ll give ya ma cock, don’t worry your pretty head, angel.” You rested your forehead against his as Rintarō pulled the both of you up into his arms.
“Love you both so much.” He mumbled into both Osamu and your ears. The silence that settled between the three of you was comforting, even with Osamu’s raging boner pressing up against you both. Even with the sweetness you couldn’t help but find yourself grinding up against Osamu. Soft laughter settled between the two men as they pulled away from your boiling hot body.
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t ya? So needy for Daddy’s cock.” He tapped it against your thigh, watching as you writhed around on the bed below him.
“And I know how empty your mouth feels when Daddy’s inside you. Do you want to suck me off? Keep your mouth full with Sir?” A hot shiver ran through your body as your tongue rolled out of your open and waiting mouth obediently. Rintarō shuffled around until his pussy was positioned over your face. “Sir’s going to sit on your face once Daddy’s inside, okay, baby?”
“Yes Sir. Want to feel you on my face.” Your obedient answer was rewarded by the feeling of Osamu’s cockhead tapping against your clit.
“Good boy, such a sweet boy for us.”
His tip glided along your folds gently, smiling in satisfaction as you whined out for him. Osamu’s eyes were so soft as he caressed your thigh, bringing it over his shoulder. It felt like all too much but not enough when he finally pushed in.
Your walls contorted to his size effortlessly and your high-pitched moan was silenced by Rintarō taking his seat on your face. Your lips enclosed around his bottom growth, suckling desperately on it just to hear his low groans. His eyes rolled back at your ministrations, his thighs cushioning your head. Osamu took it as a sign to start moving, rolling his hips into yours with care and intent. Your lewd whines travelled up Rintarō’s spine, adding to the pleasure of your desperate tongue flicking itself over his sensitive nub.
Soft sighs and lewd wet noises were all that any of you could hear: all of you were so lost in one another. Osamu’s hands travelled up your sensitive sides, making you jerk in surprise and pleasure. You sucked on Rintarō’s cock desperately as Osamu quickened his pace, a smile on his face at the sight of your sensitive and sweaty skin at the actions of him and his boyfriend.
“There we go, there’s a good boy.” He pressed a kiss to your stomach. “Taking Daddy so well and making Sir feel so good.” Osamu’s thrusts got harder and your body moved up and down the bed as if in time with him; your groans were only partially muffled by Rintarō’s wet cunt.
“Fuck, baby. Your tongue feels so good.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged it roughly as he ground on your face through restrained growls. “There we go, good boy, your face is such a good toy for me to use, isn’t it?” His strained laughter had both you and Osamu moaning at his state. “Fuck, just like that. Such a pretty face.” His voice caught in his throat, the catch turning into a loud moan as his entire head tipped back in ecstasy. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”
His heavy pants set something alight in both you and Osamu. Your tongue desperately tried to lick up and down his slit as much as you could with his weight pressing down on you.
“Ya gonna clear Sir up once he’s finished, aren’t ya?” Osamu’s voice was now gruff too, much like he was trying to hold himself back. He roughly grabbed hold of your other leg and wrapped it around his waist. “Maybe Daddy’ll stuff ya full if ya clean Sir up well enough.”
Your pussy fluttered at his proposition and an involuntary moan erupted from your mouth with a new desperation in mind. That’s all it took for Rintarō to finish on your face. His eyes rolled back into his head as his broken moan fell from his reddened lips; his grip in your hair became vice-like as he rode out his orgasm that thoroughly soaked your face.
“Yes, hah, fuck, that was, fuck, so good! Such-such a good boy.” His speech was slurred as you cleaned him up with your tongue. “You make me feel so good, honey.” He dismounted your face, deeply and messily kissing you to get a taste of himself on your tongue. He pulled away with a dopey smile on his face which you could just barely match as Osamu fucked you slow and stupid.
“Did he clean ya up properly?” Rintarō lazily nodded his head, beginning to kitten lick at your cheek.
“I think he deserves to be bred, don’t you?” You stared up at Osamu as his hips slowed to a stop; his gaze flitted from Rintarō to your desperate doe eyes. After a few moments of silence, Osamu set a brutal pace of harsh and deep thrusts, forcing moans out of your hoarse throat. He unwrapped your leg from his waist and pushed both of them up to your chest, exposing your desperately wet cunt to him.
Your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself get impossibly close to which Osamu uses his spare hand to roll over your clit, watching as tears bubble up in your lash line again.
“Daddy! You feel so good, I’m so close!” Your wails bounced off of each object and surface in the room as Osamu growled and went even deeper inside you.
“Come on, cum for Daddy and Sir. Good fuckin’ boy.” Upon his command the band inside snapped; your climax was intense enough to have you shooting up, singing his praises as he rode out your euphoric high. He took his hand off of your sensitive nub in favour of holding you up.
His sweaty and furrowed brow told you that he was close too; his cock twitched inside you as if to confirm it.
“Cum inside me.” You softly demanded, lifting your hand up to bring his face closer.
“Fuck, anything for ma baby.” His groans took full shape as his hips pressed further into you, losing all previous rhythm. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, baby. Get ya all knocked up. Sir an’ I’ll take care o’ ya.” One of his harsher thrusts sent his head spinning out of control, finishing inside you with little warning. “O-oh, ba-baby.” His eyes fluttered shut as his cum was pumped inside you; warming you instantly and painting your insides white.
You both fell onto the bed, Osamu still on top of and inside you as you caught your breath. Rintarō gave both of you a gentle kiss on your heads.
“I’m just going to grab the towels, okay? I’ll be right back.” Osamu could barely nod his head in response, choosing to rest his forehead on yours.
The silence in the room was comfortable; your issues seemed to melt away with the presence of your two lovers. After a few moments, Osamu finally pulled out and rolled over next to you just so Rintarō could clean you both up with the damp flannel and towels.
“How are ya feelin’, pretty boy?” Osamu’s voice was hoarse but never lacking in his usually sweet and understanding tone.
“Better. Much better.” Your response was weak and a glass of water was thrust in your general direction by Rintarō.
“Drink up, darling. Your poor voice must be shot.” He climbed in bed next to you, wrapping his arms around your plush frame and pressing another kiss to your temple.
Your visit to Mother Dearest was a distant memory, one that did not exist in your post-orgasm haze, as your two boyfriends held you close. They’d always protect you. They always have and they always will.
97 notes · View notes
blacckdiamondposts · 1 year
Text
not me realizing i have never made a smut with Suna 🤧
I guess it‘s time, and i have the draft ready hehehe
It‘s new years eve and (Y/N) meets up with all her former class-/ teammates (she was inarizakis VBC manager). (Y/N) and Suna share a dirty little secret and so they hook up and Suna has his way with her hehehehe (has a fluff ending!!)
19 notes · View notes
ravenslvt · 20 days
Text
Tumblr media
fucking your ex boyfriend in the bathroom of a party.
☆ multiple x f!reader ☆
cw: smut, mirror sex, public sex, rough sex, hate sex (sort of), tension, alcohol, oral f! receiving, v fingering, spanking, pet names, praise, sex with feelings, unprotected sex
Tumblr media
you don’t know how your bestfriend managed to rope you into coming to this party, all you did know is you wanted to get plastered while she found someone to hook up with.
you held onto her for dear life as you made your way through groups of people. mostly strangers, but you saw some familiar faces. you started to feel a bit nervous when you noticed some eyes roaming your outfit. maybe you should’ve worn a longer skirt…
your bestfriend’s eyes immediately spotted a pretty girl across the room, she gives you an apologetic smile. you roll your eyes.
“just go” you sigh. at least someone would be getting some action tonight. you make your way to the kitchen where there were bottles apon bottles layed out on the counter. you grab one of the disposable cups, pouring yourself a mixed drink before downing it. the liquor bringing a comforting burn down your throat.
suddenly, you felt a cold chill in the room. you look around, there were no windows or doors open. until finally, your eyes immediately draw to a pair of familiar ones. oh great, he’s walking over. you turn around, pretending you didn’t notice him, hoping he’ll walk past you.
“oh, c’mon. acting like you didn’t see me?” he leans against the counter next to you, a drink in his own hand. fuck, he still wore the same cologne. the smell almost made you dizzy. he was wearing an unfamiliar jacket, it looked new.
his name rolls off your tounge in a harsh greeting, taking another swig of your drink. he gives a lopsided smile. “still mad at me, pretty?” he takes your empty cup, refilling it for you the way he knew you always liked it. you give him a glare. he puts his arms up in defense. his body looked bigger, more defined. he was clearly working out more since you two broke up.
you snatched your cup back. if you were going to be forced into this conversation, you might as well be drunk.
“why are you here?” you ask, your eyes never leaving his own. he was drawing you in without even trying.
“i was invited. why are you here?” he pokes your shoulder with his pointer finger.
you just point to your best friend across the room, who was now making out with the cute girl from earlier. he huffs out a small chuckle. “that girl never rests, does she.” he comments. you just shake your head, “no she does not.” you sigh, another swig.
his eyes go back to you. more specifically, your outfit. you had a new top on, he’d never seen it before. he’d have remembered seeing such a pretty shirt on you before. and of course, you wore your favorite mini skirt. the one he always loved you wearing.
“this is cute, wear this for me hmm?” he smirks, his fingers playing with the bottom hem of the skirt. you swat his hand. he was the one who bought it for you. almost fucking you in the dressing room when you tried it on after doing a little spin for him.
“no… i just had nothing else to wear.” your face flushes. you didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or from the fact you were both thinking about the times you’d sit on his lap in this skirt, panties off while you bounced on his cock.
god, he loved that skirt.
you could feel yourself clench around nothing just thinking about it. he gets a little closer when he notices your flushed state, his fingers drumming against the table filled with alcohol. his damned fingers that knew every part of your body.
ok, you were definitely a little drunk, or maybe you were just stupid.
Tumblr media
your back slams against the door of the bathroom, the blasting music muffled from the small enclosed room.
your lips met in a hungry, bruising kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. his large hands gripped your waist, your head forced against the wood. he moves one of his hands to shove between your thighs under your skirt, his fingers digging into your panties, making you whine into his mouth when he pinches your clit.
“fuck, this wet already? missed me that much, sweetheart?” he mumbles into your mouth, pulling away to pull the flimsy fabric down your legs with his free hand. of course you wore your favorite panties, the ones he bought especially for you. the sight made him groan.
“i’m not your-“
“i wasn’t talking to you.” he stares directly at your slick pussy. great, now he was talking straight to your cunt.
you look at him with glossy eyes as he kneels down, kissing down your thighs. you hook your fingers into the waistband of your skirt, but he gives your thigh a slap. “keep it on. i wanna see you get fucked in this pretty little skirt again.” he practically growls as he gives your thighs a few more kisses and bites, marking you up.
“want everyone to see you still belong to me.” he sucks marks into your upper thighs, placing a few where your little skirt couldn’t cover.
you mewl his name when his tounge delves into your sopping pussy, his fingers pulling your folds apart to get more access. your hands grip his hair for some stability as he laps you, his tounge switching from flicking your sensitive clit to prodding at your tight hole.
he replaces his mouth with his fingers, pumping two into your cunt as he suctions his lips onto your bud, making you bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out, almost drawing blood.
“fuckk!” his long fingers hit deep inside of you, his digits shifting between thrusts and curling inside. your legs shook, hands gripping his hair for dear life. giving him a particularly hard tug, he groans into your cunt, the vibrations making you let out a moan.
the mixture of stimulations had you on the edge, he knew you were about to cum.
time almost seems to slow as he feels you clench around his fingers, your eyes flutter shut, gripping his hair for dear life as pools of fire seep low in your abdomen. his fingers continue to pump into you as you cum, wetness dripping down his chin and wrist.
it was probably obvious you hadn’t fucked anyone since you two broke up the way your pussy responded so well to him.
still, he doesn’t pull away, addicted to the taste of you. he was completely lost in your cunt until you pushed at his head, whining his name. he reluctantly pulls away, giving your cute clit a few more kisses before parting.
you both pant, his face glistening in your slick. you almost moan at the sight.
“you taste even better than i remember, baby.” his hands sooth down your thighs.
“don’t call me that.” you heavily breathe. he just chuckles, standing up. his firm hands grab your ass, giving it a firm smack, making you yelp.
“face the mirror. wanna watch you take my dick.” he pats your hip, encouraging you. you obligated, finally seeing yourself in the mirror. your lip gloss was completely smeared, making you pout a little. until your ex boyfriend comes up behind you, his hard on pressing against your ass. his hand wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as your eyes meet in the reflection.
his other hand reaches to wipe the smeared lip gloss, cleaning it up for you. his fingers tap your lips impatiently, seeking enterence. your eyes never broke contact. you open your pretty little mouth, his two fingers sliding in. you groaned as you tasted yourself on them. he grinded himself against your rear, hiking your skirt above your hips.
“gonna let me fuck this messy pussy?” his fingers enter deeper into your mouth, almost making you choke. you nod, swirling your tounge around his digets.
“mhmph” you mumble around them.
“gotta tell me how much you missed me first.” he teases, removing his fingers to slowly undo the button of his pants. you roll your eyes.
“just fuck me-“
smack
your ass stings, you were sure there was gonna be a red mark the size of his hand. you whimper.
“what was that, pretty? use your words.” he purred into your ear, biting your earlobe gently, nibbling marks down your sensitive neck.
“fuck, i missed you so much, i need your cock so bad-“ you whine his name. “-i touch myself thinking about it- but nothing is as good as you.” you shamelessly confess, a smirk growing on his smug fucking face.
“good fucking girl.” he growls, taking his raging cock out from his briefs, his hand pressing down on your back so you bend over the sink to give him easier access.
you mewled as his leaking tip pokes through your enterence.
he slowly sheathes himself in, savoring the feeling of your hot walls contracting needfully around his cock. “god, it’s been so fucking long. it’s like she’s sucking me in.”
your fingers gripped the counter in front of you, your eyes focusing on his own. the way his face scrunched once he was burried balls deep inside of you. his deep breaths, the way his hair slightly stuck to his forehead from how much he was sweating.
you’re about to speak, but your words turn into moans of his name as he thrusts in and out of you, his hips slapping against your ass. your head rolls down to rest against your arms on the counter, but he doesn’t allow that.
his hand that isn’t wrapped around your waist goes to grip your throat, pulling you back against his chest.
“watch yourself get fucked by your future husband.” he grunts, his thighs burning from all the rutting, but he’d feel that pain forever if it meant he could be able to fuck you like this again.
you watch as your tits bounce through your shirt in the mirror, drool threatening to spill from the corner of your mouth. the mirror was big enough that you could see his dick pumping into you. obscenely wet sounds coming from where you two meet.
“o-oh fuck, feels s’good, don’t stop!” you moan out, staring at him in the reflection. he was so focused on the way you felt around him, he had almost forgotten you two broke up.
“oh god, baby. i fuckin' love you, need your pussy every day, can’t live without it.” he bites your shoulder, hard, making you groan. his hand moving from your throat to grope your tits through your top. his hips only slapped into you harder and harder, your vision going blurry when the head of his cock hits your soft spot. you let out chants of his name, your arms reaching back to grip his hair to bring him impossibly closer.
you stared at yourself in the mirror. the way he slid in and out of you with ease made you squeeze around him, prompting a groan from him. your hair was out of place from his rough treatment, marks down your neck and thighs. you couldn’t even think about having to explain this to your friends later.
“squeezing me so good. so perfect for me. gonna let me fill you up, hmm? walk around with my cum dripping out of you, let everyone know you’re fucking mine.” he thrusts with a bruising pace, your whole body rocking with the rolls of his hips.
“p-please yes! need it so bad!” your mind starts to blank, the only thing you could think about was the way he was pulsing inside of you, threatening to spill at any minute.
“touch yourself, baby.” he pants, his thrusts getting sloppier. he was so close, but there was no way he was going to cum before you. you nod, bringing a shaky hand to your ruined pussy, rubbing and pinching your clit the way you liked it. your mouth fell open at the overwhelming pleasure taking over.
“m’gonna cumm!” you whine until the only thing you can say is his name, over and over. just how he always loved it. he whispers dirty praises into your ear, talking you off the ledge. you force your eyes to stay on his own in the mirror. you hated how fucking hot he was.
waves of intense heated pleasure start to roll over you, moaning as your vision gets blurry with tears of ecstasy. “s’good!” you scream, tightening around him, making it hard for him to move. he curses as you grip his cock so tightly, milking him so hard he cums inside of you.
you pant as his thrusts get lazy and eventually slow to a halt. he didn’t want to pull out, but he knew he couldn’t just stay in here with you forever, no matter how much he wanted to.
he pulls out hesitantly, the mixture of your release dripping out of you making him let out a harsh breath.
you finally come down from your orgasm, completely fucked out. oh how much you missed his cock. and him too you guess.
he turns you around, giving your cheeks kisses before enveloping his mouth with your own. your tounges gently roll over eachothers, contrasting in comparison to how he was just fucking your brains out.
your phone lights up on the counter with a text from your bestfriend. you squint, reading the message.
‘bitch i’m leaving. don’t think i didn’t see you guys btw -_-‘
he wraps his arms around your middle, seeing the message.
“gonna come home with me?” he leaves even more love bites down your neck, making you sigh.
“…yea”
Tumblr media
GETO, gojo, SUNA, atsumu, leon kennedy, toji, kuroo, dick grayson (sorry not sorry), your fav ;)
masterlist
2K notes · View notes
renardiererin · 9 months
Text
just thinking about if rintarou suna had a dick piercing. he’ll have you folded in a mating press, legs on his shoulders, his dick hitting the gummy spot inside your cute little pussy… and the cold metal of the piercing hitting against your gspot. it’s essentially temperature play with how he’s using your dripping cunt to amuse himself. flicking your sensitive interior crevices with the cool metal, watching and laughing with his tongue pistoning out and in of you. giggling when your stomach clenches, when your back arches, etc.
5K notes · View notes
iwas-princess · 1 year
Text
if there is one thing that suna doesn’t do lazily, it’s eating your pussy.
his tongue reaches every crevice of your folds, running up and down the sensitive organ until your begging him with shaking hands in his hair, to tongue-fuck your clit.
and so he does.
plush lips wrapped gently around the bundle of nerves as he suckled on it, his tongue rapidly flicking as it’s cradled in his hot, wet mouth. his half-lidden eyes would stay glued to yours the whole entire time, watching as you tried your best to keep the eye contact going, remembering the words he always told you beforehand:
look away, and i’ll stop.
but, he doesn’t really ever want to stop, because the look on his sweet, pretty girl’s face when he makes her cum is plenty enough to make up for your shitty listening skills. the way your thighs shake around his head, trying desperately not to close in fear of hurting him— not that he ever minds. your mouth open and letting out small gasps and loud whines as his lips begin to kiss something wetter; it’s all like a high to him, a rush of adrenaline composed out of love and the need to make his princess feel good.
your usual boyfriend resorts back to his lazy ways the moment after he gives your clit a small peck and whispers out a ‘thank you’ to the nerves— a ritual he’s done ever since you started sleeping together.
so yeah, contrary to popular belief, suna rintaro is not a lazy pussy eater.
12K notes · View notes
viviaj · 8 months
Text
suna (or kenma) who pushes a vibrator to ur clit and tapes your thighs together while he games. you cant move ur thighs apart, writhing as you cum over and over and over again. meanwhile he’s sitting there, blank face, hard in his pants.
he loves pretending he doesn’t care. but he’s sick in the head and goes crazy listening to your pants and soft whines. adores hearing you beg for him to come touch you; to just give you anything. he loves saying no. he loves telling you to stop talking; that he’s ‘busy’ with his game.
he’s the worst
5K notes · View notes
rissouu · 3 months
Text
TYPES OF NAILS THEY LIKE ON YOU!
you let them pick your nails (mixed).
SUNA likes duck nails
Tumblr media Tumblr media
EREN likes square nails (begs u to get ur toes did too)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
ONYANKOPON likes sharp duck nails
Tumblr media Tumblr media
CONNIE likes long dramatic nails
Tumblr media Tumblr media
CHOSO just likes feet (but he’ll pick ur nails too if he feels like it)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
©rissouu 2024 (part 2?? lmk and ill do it!)
1K notes · View notes
natriae · 10 months
Text
suna rin is a munch
it's obvious in the way he watched you from across the room and it's obvious now while is head is between your legs.
where in the world did this man learn to eat pussy like this. He's slow with it, like it doesn't leave his dick twitching in his pants, like he's not enjoying every reaction you give him, like he's not falling in love with your wet pussy.
4K notes · View notes
forusomimiya · 3 months
Text
@hoefor-life ship & prompt: “What makes you think I will?” & "Let´s put that mouth to better use?" w/ Rintaro Suna ˚₊˚✧🦊✧˖°📱
Tumblr media
There's nothing so fucking hot to you than having your boyfriend kneeling between your legs gasping, recovering from his earlier orgasm, staring at you despite not being able to find his eyes behind those messy locks on his forehead, fingering you and hitting the exact spot, smirking as he remembers that no one knows your weak spots better than he does.
"Fuck, baby. You’re dripping everywhere." It wasn't just his voice that was heard as he changed positions to move his fingers faster and make your pussy sound obscene but delicious, taking advantage of the dripping of your cum.
"My— god... ´s so good Rin..." Your thights started to tremble.
“You have such beautiful thighs" he kissed them. "I want them locked around my neck.” No. This was no time to think about having Rin's head between your legs. Such a glorious gift as he had was to be put to good use by having more time.
"Rin" you called him, but your eyes flew to the movement of his hand on his cock.
It wasn't there before, so maybe it was that you were dripping so much that he couldn't leave his hand quiet. You contemplated with stolen moans the ability he had to masturbate. He wasn't doing it in a hurry, desperate to cum. He managed his time, he liked to torture himself watching your body. He would always start slow, from bottom to top, stopping at the tip and spitting to get more excited until he felt he was close. Then he would start cursing, flattering you, increasing the speed of his hand.
"Shit bunny, you´re so gorgeous. So fucking pretty... my pretty girl"
But tonight you weren't going to let him waste his spill.
"Don´t come yet, please"
"Huh? What makes you think i will?". He understood your request as you kept drooling on his cock, now red and about to burst. “Wanna suck it?" You nodded with puppy eyes, embarrassed but ready to go for it. "So, let's put that mouth to better use?" little was enough to close your legs and ask you to come closer. The bastard didn't give you a second of mercy. He wasn't going to beat around the bush even though your belly was already tingling inside.
"Open wide, bunny" your hand continued the journey he left unfinished. He moved a couple of strands of your hair aside to get a better look at you (very nice of him) and lifted your chin. "Please fuck me and don't stop" you thought as you imagine yourself sucking him off. That aroused you.
"You begged for my cock. Now I’m gonna give it to you”
414 notes · View notes
sugawarassoulmate · 1 year
Note
Loser!Suna and no nut november? Bimbo reader is soo confused why he’d want to do it “but… you have me now ?? Did I do something wrong?” All while climbing onto his lap and cradling his face. Suna is sooo flustered and all the movement is a bit much, plus your chest is against his body and pushing into his face. He’s already lost :(
sksksk poor suna is stuttering out apologies like "n-no, i didn't mean it like that!" it was just a stupid bet between him and his friends. and now you're all on top of him...did you mean to grind against him like that? and you're whining—it's the same sounds you make when you're about to cum. it's right in his ear and the soft skin of your chest is right in front of his mouth, begging for bite marks. "y/n..."
"i just don't get it, rinnie," you say, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling on the strands just a bit, and suna can't control himself. he gasps, curses falling from his lips, and he's cumming in his pants before he knows it. his lap becoming hot and wet underneath you.
"shit...i'm s-sorry!" he's quick to apologize, especially after hearing the surprised sound you make.
"ohhh, guess you've already lost, rinnie," you announce, hands already reaching down to undo the button of his jeans.
it's going to be a long month. 😮‍💨
2K notes · View notes
yourlovermumu · 10 months
Text
i am a sucker for-
‘‘just the tip’‘ , ‘‘dont tempt me sweetheart’‘ ,���‘oh yeah?’‘ , men so pussy drunk they wont let you go till you have squirted on their face multiple times, WHIMPERS men who whimper, men so in love all they can think about is you, men who just want you to sit on their face and suffocate them with your thighs, arguing but you go ‘‘why do you care?’‘ and he just bursts out, ‘‘because i love you!’‘ , tough men who would get down on their knees for you without you even you to having ask, buff and strong men who let you use them anyway you want in bed despite being capable of manhandling the shit out of you, dominant men who let you take the lead while resisting the urge to just flip you over and pound into you till you have turned into a complete mess. 
I WANT IT ALLLLLL
6K notes · View notes
henry-espionage · 2 years
Text
Servicing Suna <3
pairing: trans man!rintarō suna x gn!reader
word count: 435
content warnings: oral sex (suna receiving), reader servicing suna, kinda dom!reader
author's note: inspired by the recent chapter!
-----------
Just as the sun set below the horizon, the sound of Rintarō's keys in the door jingled through the house. A smile formed on your face as you removed dinner from the stove to greet your husband. In your years of marriage, you had both come to trust one another entirely; verbal communication had become replaced with something more telepathic. No words were exchanged when you both threw your arms around one another. His body melted into yours - as though he had become boneless - and his chest deflated in a deep sigh.
"I think Atsumu's found his match." He wordlessly pulled you into his frame before falling back onto the sofa. Your hands found their way into his hair and his head tipped back in response. "Him and Oikawa have done nothing but glare at each other for the entirety of practise. It was funny at first but, God, I feel like years have been knocked off of my lifespan." Your husband nuzzled into the crook of your neck and breathed in your scent.
"Do you want me to help you relax?" Rintarō nodded shyly, letting his eyes close as he pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. You needed no other instruction as you got on your knees in front of him and pulled down his shorts, exposing his wet cunt to the open air of your living room. "You really needed me, didn't you baby?" You traced your fingertips over his soaked folds, watching in awe and fascination as his thighs trembled under your touch. "Relax, honey. Let me take care of you."
Gently, you opened his legs further and wrapped your lips around his engorged cock; your eyes gazed up at Rintarō with wonder as gorgeous whimpers fell from his mouth. Your hands gripped at his thighs, fingers working into the taut muscles underneath tan skin. His hands found purchase in your hair, his fingers tangling in it as he looped his legs over your shoulders.
Whimpers turned to breathy moans as his hips languidly ground against your face, begging you to take more of his cock into your mouth. It was clear that he wasn't going to last much longer with how affected he was already.
"Cum for me, baby. I know you deserve it." The final straw for him was the way your tongue flicked over the most sensitive part of his cock as he came with a whine, thighs trembling round your head. You came off of him with a wet pop before taking your place back on the sofa next to him, kissing his forehead gently.
29 notes · View notes
rinsaint · 1 year
Note
What are your thoughts on Suna x reader who wears a purity ring and everyone makes fun of them for it until the walk into class one day and see that they are not wearing and they only get they answer as to why is when Suna asks reader to meet him in the school gyms locker room
suna definitely is the type to make fun of reader for being the innocent christian girl. He would tease and bully you every day just to get a rise out of you. He would never miss up the chance to rile you up and watch you get flustered.
so when your math teacher told you that you would have to tutor suna rintarou, it made you slightly annoyed but nonetheless, you still obliged.
even if you would never admit it, there was some tension between you and suna. His constant flirtatious act towards you made butterflies swarm in your stomach. But you couldn’t do anything about it, your family didn’t want you to be with someone until you got married.
not like you had a chance with him anyways.
or so you thought, you’d never thought you find yourself on your bed as suna rintarou’s hands roamed your body. He squeezed the sides of your hips and you let out a whimper as he starts leaving kisses on your neck.
was this really happening?
You could have ever imagined that something like this was going to happen. Being in a christian family, you had made a purity pact with your mom and dad, the ring on your finger being a proof of that. But suna is too intoxicating, the way he treats you, the way he lets his flirty comments slip pass his mouth, the way he smirks everytime you stutter out a response from his teasing, the way his rings fit on his fingers and how he knowingly knows what to say to fluster you up, is all too much. But you liked it.
You let your head fall back as his fingers starts to rub circles on your clothe clit, “mm i wonder how your family would react if they saw their little angel spreading her legs right now.”
“S-suna-“
“Call me rin, yea?”
You made eye contact with him as his finger pulled your panties aside, teasing your hole, he slips two fingers in slowly, watching as you arch against him. His fingers pumped in and out of you, you gripped the back of his hair as he left noticeable marks on your neck. Suna felt you clench around him and he sped up his pace.
“rin.. i-i think m’close” you whined, you could feel sunas smirk that always has you weak in the knees against your neck.
“well cum for me then pretty.”
your toes curled and your vision was blurred and went white as you blissfully came around rins thick fingers. You gripped onto his fingers and felt his movement when he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, overstimulating you.
“r-rin i cant please.”
“yes you can angel, and you will, give me one more yeah?”
5K notes · View notes