imagine suna’s hands trailing underneath your skirt, making your breath catch in your throat and squirm on his lap. you look up at his eyes starkly darkly at you as his other hand wraps around your throat and his thumb caresses your throat.
“r-rin,” you whimper, legs locking his hand in between thighs. he lets out an irritated sigh, knocking your legs apart.
“don’t do that shit, baby,” he clicks his tongue, nose rubbing along your throat. you’re suddenly aware of how unsubtle he’s being in public. his thumb flicks your clit and you gasp, arousal dripping down your thighs. “sit up straight, pretty girl.”
okay imagine brothers best friend with suna and he doesn’t like that other guys think you’re single but he can’t do anything about it until you guys are alone...
part one | part two
“fuck, you look so hot,” suna groans against your neck, the heat of his breath makes you shudder, clit aching to be touched. you sit on his lap as his hands trail over your body, gripping your ass before landing a small spank that pushes you up against his chest. “sensitive baby.” he teases and you whine against his neck.
“hurry rin, gotta be somewhere soon,” you whimper, feeling his hands spread your ass as his pointer trails slowly along your pussy. you hips buck involuntarily, grinding on his clothes cock. it’s not fair how you’re nearly naked while he’s fully dressed.
“hm? you goin’ somewhere baby?” he asks mindlessly, rubbing your clit in small circles as he watches your reaction with dark eyes. “hm?” he repeats, eyes darting to your parted lips. “think you can make demands? youre in charge now?”
you shake your head, dizzy from the intoxicating scent of him surrounding your body. “n-no! i didn’t mean it like that, rin! just need to be somewhere.”
he runs your clit faster, inserting his pointer finger. you feel the metal of his rings pressed against your pussy and let out a small cry, “mhmm feels good rin, please more!”
he smirks, lips inches away from yours. you lean in for a kiss but he farts away at the last second making you fist his shirt desperately. he’s being so mean!
“wanna kiss? yeah baby?” he mocks, brushing away a stray tear that falls down your pretty cheeks. his other hand still rubs your clit, pumping two fingers in. “tell me where you’re going. who’re you gonna dress pretty for?”
you avoid his eyes and tilt your head away, making his eyebrows narrow, “look at me or you’re not cumming. i’ll leave you here to play with your own pussy.” you shake your head rapidly and tug at his arms making sure he doesn’t move.
“j-just gonna meet up with a friend...he—”
rin’s fingers stop their movements and he grips your jaw, “who?”
you whine, tugging at his hands, shifting on his lap to catch the disappearing orgasm.
“are you seriously fucking grinding on me right now? your pussy is so desperate for a cock huh? that why you’re about to get all dressed up to see another guy? hm?” his green eyes are angry and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel so small.
“rin ‘m sorry i didn’t have a choice, he was asking why i couldn’t and i didn’t know what to say!” you cry, clawing at his chest.
he shakes his head at you, jaw hardening. you grip his hand and bring it back to your aching pussy. you’re surprised he hasn’t made a move to leave yet.
you grind his palm, arousal glistening against his skin as you shove his fingers into your cunt. you moan loudly against rin’s neck. everything about him makes you feel so full.
suddenly, his long fingers pump angrily into your cunt making you close your legs on instinct.
“r-rin! wait ‘ts too fast!” you screech, grinding your throbbing clit against the heel of his palm. “y-you’re being rough!”
“you like this? you like when i’m mean? that why you always do things to piss me off?” he asks huskily, gripping you by your throat. “take my fingers the way i tell you to.”
you nod obediently, too scared of ruining your orgasm.
“whats his name?” he asks, adding a third finger. your mind goes completely blank as his fingers batter your cunt, tears falling as you moan desperately against his lips. “answer me. wanna know who’s gonna be fucking my girl tonight.”
“no one! it’s just for a few hours ‘m gonna be back home soon!” you argue, hands palming his cock. he hisses and grips your wrists.
“you don’t get to touch me,” rin says harshly. “you can save that for him.”
you shake your head, orgasm coming close as you deseraptely hump his clothed cock.
“‘m sorry won’t do it again, i won’t even go! i’ll—r-rin! more! pleasepleasepleaseplease—”
he rips his fingers from your pussy just before your orgasm washes over you. you look up at him with watery eyes.
rin’s fingers rub your clit devastatingly slow, as his eyes meet yours, he looks mad.
“you like that hm?” he asks, head tilting to the side. your hips buck as he fastens his pace. “well you’re not getting it.”
you shake your head, “w-what?” he’s not gonna fuck you? you watch his stand, crawling off his lap as he hovers over you.
he laughs mockingly in your face, “c’mon baby, you don’t wanna be late do you?”
hiii don’t mean to bother you just wanted to let you know that there’s a typo in the BFB!Suna post when he darts away from the kiss but it says “farts away” it was really funny 👋💀
I REMEMBER REREADING AND LAUGHING TOO IM PRETTY SURE I FIXED IT ILL GO CHECK BUT LMAOOOOOO
okay imagine brothers best friend with suna and he doesn’t like that other guys think you’re single but he can’t do anything about it until you guys are alone...
part one | part two
“fuck, you look so hot,” suna groans against your neck, the heat of his breath makes you shudder, clit aching to be touched. you sit on his lap as his hands trail over your body, gripping your ass before landing a small spank that pushes you up against his chest. “sensitive baby.” he teases and you whine against his neck.
“hurry rin, gotta be somewhere soon,” you whimper, feeling his hands spread your ass as his pointer trails slowly along your pussy. you hips buck involuntarily, grinding on his clothes cock. it’s not fair how you’re nearly naked while he’s fully dressed.
“hm? you goin’ somewhere baby?” he asks mindlessly, rubbing your clit in small circles as he watches your reaction with dark eyes. “hm?” he repeats, eyes darting to your parted lips. “think you can make demands? youre in charge now?”
you shake your head, dizzy from the intoxicating scent of him surrounding your body. “n-no! i didn’t mean it like that, rin! just need to be somewhere.”
he runs your clit faster, inserting his pointer finger. you feel the metal of his rings pressed against your pussy and let out a small cry, “mhmm feels good rin, please more!”
he smirks, lips inches away from yours. you lean in for a kiss but he farts away at the last second making you fist his shirt desperately. he’s being so mean!
“wanna kiss? yeah baby?” he mocks, brushing away a stray tear that falls down your pretty cheeks. his other hand still rubs your clit, pumping two fingers in. “tell me where you’re going. who’re you gonna dress pretty for?”
you avoid his eyes and tilt your head away, making his eyebrows narrow, “look at me or you’re not cumming. i’ll leave you here to play with your own pussy.” you shake your head rapidly and tug at his arms making sure he doesn’t move.
“j-just gonna meet up with a friend...he—”
rin’s fingers stop their movements and he grips your jaw, “who?”
you whine, tugging at his hands, shifting on his lap to catch the disappearing orgasm.
“are you seriously fucking grinding on me right now? your pussy is so desperate for a cock huh? that why you’re about to get all dressed up to see another guy? hm?” his green eyes are angry and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel so small.
“rin ‘m sorry i didn’t have a choice, he was asking why i couldn’t and i didn’t know what to say!” you cry, clawing at his chest.
he shakes his head at you, jaw hardening. you grip his hand and bring it back to your aching pussy. you’re surprised he hasn’t made a move to leave yet.
you grind his palm, arousal glistening against his skin as you shove his fingers into your cunt. you moan loudly against rin’s neck. everything about him makes you feel so full.
suddenly, his long fingers pump angrily into your cunt making you close your legs on instinct.
“r-rin! wait ‘ts too fast!” you screech, grinding your throbbing clit against the heel of his palm. “y-you’re being rough!”
“you like this? you like when i’m mean? that why you always do things to piss me off?” he asks huskily, gripping you by your throat. “take my fingers the way i tell you to.”
you nod obediently, too scared of ruining your orgasm.
“whats his name?” he asks, adding a third finger. your mind goes completely blank as his fingers batter your cunt, tears falling as you moan desperately against his lips. “answer me. wanna know who’s gonna be fucking my girl tonight.”
“no one! it’s just for a few hours ‘m gonna be back home soon!” you argue, hands palming his cock. he hisses and grips your wrists.
“you don’t get to touch me,” rin says harshly. “you can save that for him.”
you shake your head, orgasm coming close as you deseraptely hump his clothed cock.
“‘m sorry won’t do it again, i won’t even go! i’ll—r-rin! more! pleasepleasepleaseplease—”
he rips his fingers from your pussy just before your orgasm washes over you. you look up at him with watery eyes.
rin’s fingers rub your clit devastatingly slow, as his eyes meet yours, he looks mad.
“you like that hm?” he asks, head tilting to the side. your hips buck as he fastens his pace. “well you’re not getting it.”
you shake your head, “w-what?” he’s not gonna fuck you? you watch his stand, crawling off his lap as he hovers over you.
he laughs mockingly in your face, “c’mon baby, you don’t wanna be late do you?”
okay imagine brothers best friend with suna and he doesn’t like that other guys think you’re single but he can’t do anything about it until you guys are alone...
part one | part two
“fuck, you look so hot,” suna groans against your neck, the heat of his breath makes you shudder, clit aching to be touched. you sit on his lap as his hands trail over your body, gripping your ass before landing a small spank that pushes you up against his chest. “sensitive baby.” he teases and you whine against his neck.
“hurry rin, gotta be somewhere soon,” you whimper, feeling his hands spread your ass as his pointer trails slowly along your pussy. you hips buck involuntarily, grinding on his clothes cock. it’s not fair how you’re nearly naked while he’s fully dressed.
“hm? you goin’ somewhere baby?” he asks mindlessly, rubbing your clit in small circles as he watches your reaction with dark eyes. “hm?” he repeats, eyes darting to your parted lips. “think you can make demands? youre in charge now?”
you shake your head, dizzy from the intoxicating scent of him surrounding your body. “n-no! i didn’t mean it like that, rin! just need to be somewhere.”
he runs your clit faster, inserting his pointer finger. you feel the metal of his rings pressed against your pussy and let out a small cry, “mhmm feels good rin, please more!”
he smirks, lips inches away from yours. you lean in for a kiss but he farts away at the last second making you fist his shirt desperately. he’s being so mean!
“wanna kiss? yeah baby?” he mocks, brushing away a stray tear that falls down your pretty cheeks. his other hand still rubs your clit, pumping two fingers in. “tell me where you’re going. who’re you gonna dress pretty for?”
you avoid his eyes and tilt your head away, making his eyebrows narrow, “look at me or you’re not cumming. i’ll leave you here to play with your own pussy.” you shake your head rapidly and tug at his arms making sure he doesn’t move.
“j-just gonna meet up with a friend...he—”
rin’s fingers stop their movements and he grips your jaw, “who?”
you whine, tugging at his hands, shifting on his lap to catch the disappearing orgasm.
“are you seriously fucking grinding on me right now? your pussy is so desperate for a cock huh? that why you’re about to get all dressed up to see another guy? hm?” his green eyes are angry and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel so small.
“rin ‘m sorry i didn’t have a choice, he was asking why i couldn’t and i didn’t know what to say!” you cry, clawing at his chest.
he shakes his head at you, jaw hardening. you grip his hand and bring it back to your aching pussy. you’re surprised he hasn’t made a move to leave yet.
you grind his palm, arousal glistening against his skin as you shove his fingers into your cunt. you moan loudly against rin’s neck. everything about him makes you feel so full.
suddenly, his long fingers pump angrily into your cunt making you close your legs on instinct.
“r-rin! wait ‘ts too fast!” you screech, grinding your throbbing clit against the heel of his palm. “y-you’re being rough!”
“you like this? you like when i’m mean? that why you always do things to piss me off?” he asks huskily, gripping you by your throat. “take my fingers the way i tell you to.”
you nod obediently, too scared of ruining your orgasm.
“whats his name?” he asks, adding a third finger. your mind goes completely blank as his fingers batter your cunt, tears falling as you moan desperately against his lips. “answer me. wanna know who’s gonna be fucking my girl tonight.”
“no one! it’s just for a few hours ‘m gonna be back home soon!” you argue, hands palming his cock. he hisses and grips your wrists.
“you don’t get to touch me,” rin says harshly. “you can save that for him.”
you shake your head, orgasm coming close as you deseraptely hump his clothed cock.
“‘m sorry won’t do it again, i won’t even go! i’ll—r-rin! more! pleasepleasepleaseplease—”
he rips his fingers from your pussy just before your orgasm washes over you. you look up at him with watery eyes.
rin’s fingers rub your clit devastatingly slow, as his eyes meet yours, he looks mad.
“you like that hm?” he asks, head tilting to the side. your hips buck as he fastens his pace. “well you’re not getting it.”
you shake your head, “w-what?” he’s not gonna fuck you? you watch his stand, crawling off his lap as he hovers over you.
he laughs mockingly in your face, “c’mon baby, you don’t wanna be late do you?”
okay imagine brothers best friend with suna and he doesn’t like that other guys think you’re single but he can’t do anything about it until you guys are alone...
part one | part two
“fuck, you look so hot,” suna groans against your neck, the heat of his breath makes you shudder, clit aching to be touched. you sit on his lap as his hands trail over your body, gripping your ass before landing a small spank that pushes you up against his chest. “sensitive baby.” he teases and you whine against his neck.
“hurry rin, gotta be somewhere soon,” you whimper, feeling his hands spread your ass as his pointer trails slowly along your pussy. you hips buck involuntarily, grinding on his clothes cock. it’s not fair how you’re nearly naked while he’s fully dressed.
“hm? you goin’ somewhere baby?” he asks mindlessly, rubbing your clit in small circles as he watches your reaction with dark eyes. “hm?” he repeats, eyes darting to your parted lips. “think you can make demands? youre in charge now?”
you shake your head, dizzy from the intoxicating scent of him surrounding your body. “n-no! i didn’t mean it like that, rin! just need to be somewhere.”
he runs your clit faster, inserting his pointer finger. you feel the metal of his rings pressed against your pussy and let out a small cry, “mhmm feels good rin, please more!”
he smirks, lips inches away from yours. you lean in for a kiss but he farts away at the last second making you fist his shirt desperately. he’s being so mean!
“wanna kiss? yeah baby?” he mocks, brushing away a stray tear that falls down your pretty cheeks. his other hand still rubs your clit, pumping two fingers in. “tell me where you’re going. who’re you gonna dress pretty for?”
you avoid his eyes and tilt your head away, making his eyebrows narrow, “look at me or you’re not cumming. i’ll leave you here to play with your own pussy.” you shake your head rapidly and tug at his arms making sure he doesn’t move.
“j-just gonna meet up with a friend...he—”
rin’s fingers stop their movements and he grips your jaw, “who?”
you whine, tugging at his hands, shifting on his lap to catch the disappearing orgasm.
“are you seriously fucking grinding on me right now? your pussy is so desperate for a cock huh? that why you’re about to get all dressed up to see another guy? hm?” his green eyes are angry and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel so small.
“rin ‘m sorry i didn’t have a choice, he was asking why i couldn’t and i didn’t know what to say!” you cry, clawing at his chest.
he shakes his head at you, jaw hardening. you grip his hand and bring it back to your aching pussy. you’re surprised he hasn’t made a move to leave yet.
you grind his palm, arousal glistening against his skin as you shove his fingers into your cunt. you moan loudly against rin’s neck. everything about him makes you feel so full.
suddenly, his long fingers pump angrily into your cunt making you close your legs on instinct.
“r-rin! wait ‘ts too fast!” you screech, grinding your throbbing clit against the heel of his palm. “y-you’re being rough!”
“you like this? you like when i’m mean? that why you always do things to piss me off?” he asks huskily, gripping you by your throat. “take my fingers the way i tell you to.”
you nod obediently, too scared of ruining your orgasm.
“whats his name?” he asks, adding a third finger. your mind goes completely blank as his fingers batter your cunt, tears falling as you moan desperately against his lips. “answer me. wanna know who’s gonna be fucking my girl tonight.”
“no one! it’s just for a few hours ‘m gonna be back home soon!” you argue, hands palming his cock. he hisses and grips your wrists.
“you don’t get to touch me,” rin says harshly. “you can save that for him.”
you shake your head, orgasm coming close as you deseraptely hump his clothed cock.
“‘m sorry won’t do it again, i won’t even go! i’ll—r-rin! more! pleasepleasepleaseplease—”
he rips his fingers from your pussy just before your orgasm washes over you. you look up at him with watery eyes.
rin’s fingers rub your clit devastatingly slow, as his eyes meet yours, he looks mad.
“you like that hm?” he asks, head tilting to the side. your hips buck as he fastens his pace. “well you’re not getting it.”
you shake your head, “w-what?” he’s not gonna fuck you? you watch his stand, crawling off his lap as he hovers over you.
he laughs mockingly in your face, “c’mon baby, you don’t wanna be late do you?”
okay imagine brothers best friend with suna and he doesn’t like that other guys think you’re single but he can’t do anything about it until you guys are alone...
part one | part two
“fuck, you look so hot,” suna groans against your neck, the heat of his breath makes you shudder, clit aching to be touched. you sit on his lap as his hands trail over your body, gripping your ass before landing a small spank that pushes you up against his chest. “sensitive baby.” he teases and you whine against his neck.
“hurry rin, gotta be somewhere soon,” you whimper, feeling his hands spread your ass as his pointer trails slowly along your pussy. you hips buck involuntarily, grinding on his clothes cock. it’s not fair how you’re nearly naked while he’s fully dressed.
“hm? you goin’ somewhere baby?” he asks mindlessly, rubbing your clit in small circles as he watches your reaction with dark eyes. “hm?” he repeats, eyes darting to your parted lips. “think you can make demands? youre in charge now?”
you shake your head, dizzy from the intoxicating scent of him surrounding your body. “n-no! i didn’t mean it like that, rin! just need to be somewhere.”
he runs your clit faster, inserting his pointer finger. you feel the metal of his rings pressed against your pussy and let out a small cry, “mhmm feels good rin, please more!”
he smirks, lips inches away from yours. you lean in for a kiss but he farts away at the last second making you fist his shirt desperately. he’s being so mean!
“wanna kiss? yeah baby?” he mocks, brushing away a stray tear that falls down your pretty cheeks. his other hand still rubs your clit, pumping two fingers in. “tell me where you’re going. who’re you gonna dress pretty for?”
you avoid his eyes and tilt your head away, making his eyebrows narrow, “look at me or you’re not cumming. i’ll leave you here to play with your own pussy.” you shake your head rapidly and tug at his arms making sure he doesn’t move.
“j-just gonna meet up with a friend...he—”
rin’s fingers stop their movements and he grips your jaw, “who?”
you whine, tugging at his hands, shifting on his lap to catch the disappearing orgasm.
“are you seriously fucking grinding on me right now? your pussy is so desperate for a cock huh? that why you’re about to get all dressed up to see another guy? hm?” his green eyes are angry and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel so small.
“rin ‘m sorry i didn’t have a choice, he was asking why i couldn’t and i didn’t know what to say!” you cry, clawing at his chest.
he shakes his head at you, jaw hardening. you grip his hand and bring it back to your aching pussy. you’re surprised he hasn’t made a move to leave yet.
you grind his palm, arousal glistening against his skin as you shove his fingers into your cunt. you moan loudly against rin’s neck. everything about him makes you feel so full.
suddenly, his long fingers pump angrily into your cunt making you close your legs on instinct.
“r-rin! wait ‘ts too fast!” you screech, grinding your throbbing clit against the heel of his palm. “y-you’re being rough!”
“you like this? you like when i’m mean? that why you always do things to piss me off?” he asks huskily, gripping you by your throat. “take my fingers the way i tell you to.”
you nod obediently, too scared of ruining your orgasm.
“whats his name?” he asks, adding a third finger. your mind goes completely blank as his fingers batter your cunt, tears falling as you moan desperately against his lips. “answer me. wanna know who’s gonna be fucking my girl tonight.”
“no one! it’s just for a few hours ‘m gonna be back home soon!” you argue, hands palming his cock. he hisses and grips your wrists.
“you don’t get to touch me,” rin says harshly. “you can save that for him.”
you shake your head, orgasm coming close as you deseraptely hump his clothed cock.
“‘m sorry won’t do it again, i won’t even go! i’ll—r-rin! more! pleasepleasepleaseplease—”
he rips his fingers from your pussy just before your orgasm washes over you. you look up at him with watery eyes.
rin’s fingers rub your clit devastatingly slow, as his eyes meet yours, he looks mad.
“you like that hm?” he asks, head tilting to the side. your hips buck as he fastens his pace. “well you’re not getting it.”
you shake your head, “w-what?” he’s not gonna fuck you? you watch his stand, crawling off his lap as he hovers over you.
he laughs mockingly in your face, “c’mon baby, you don’t wanna be late do you?”
okay imagine brothers best friend with suna and he doesn’t like that other guys think you’re single but he can’t do anything about it until you guys are alone...
part one | part two
“fuck, you look so hot,” suna groans against your neck, the heat of his breath makes you shudder, clit aching to be touched. you sit on his lap as his hands trail over your body, gripping your ass before landing a small spank that pushes you up against his chest. “sensitive baby.” he teases and you whine against his neck.
“hurry rin, gotta be somewhere soon,” you whimper, feeling his hands spread your ass as his pointer trails slowly along your pussy. you hips buck involuntarily, grinding on his clothes cock. it’s not fair how you’re nearly naked while he’s fully dressed.
“hm? you goin’ somewhere baby?” he asks mindlessly, rubbing your clit in small circles as he watches your reaction with dark eyes. “hm?” he repeats, eyes darting to your parted lips. “think you can make demands? youre in charge now?”
you shake your head, dizzy from the intoxicating scent of him surrounding your body. “n-no! i didn’t mean it like that, rin! just need to be somewhere.”
he runs your clit faster, inserting his pointer finger. you feel the metal of his rings pressed against your pussy and let out a small cry, “mhmm feels good rin, please more!”
he smirks, lips inches away from yours. you lean in for a kiss but he farts away at the last second making you fist his shirt desperately. he’s being so mean!
“wanna kiss? yeah baby?” he mocks, brushing away a stray tear that falls down your pretty cheeks. his other hand still rubs your clit, pumping two fingers in. “tell me where you’re going. who’re you gonna dress pretty for?”
you avoid his eyes and tilt your head away, making his eyebrows narrow, “look at me or you’re not cumming. i’ll leave you here to play with your own pussy.” you shake your head rapidly and tug at his arms making sure he doesn’t move.
“j-just gonna meet up with a friend...he—”
rin’s fingers stop their movements and he grips your jaw, “who?”
you whine, tugging at his hands, shifting on his lap to catch the disappearing orgasm.
“are you seriously fucking grinding on me right now? your pussy is so desperate for a cock huh? that why you’re about to get all dressed up to see another guy? hm?” his green eyes are angry and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel so small.
“rin ‘m sorry i didn’t have a choice, he was asking why i couldn’t and i didn’t know what to say!” you cry, clawing at his chest.
he shakes his head at you, jaw hardening. you grip his hand and bring it back to your aching pussy. you’re surprised he hasn’t made a move to leave yet.
you grind his palm, arousal glistening against his skin as you shove his fingers into your cunt. you moan loudly against rin’s neck. everything about him makes you feel so full.
suddenly, his long fingers pump angrily into your cunt making you close your legs on instinct.
“r-rin! wait ‘ts too fast!” you screech, grinding your throbbing clit against the heel of his palm. “y-you’re being rough!”
“you like this? you like when i’m mean? that why you always do things to piss me off?” he asks huskily, gripping you by your throat. “take my fingers the way i tell you to.”
you nod obediently, too scared of ruining your orgasm.
“whats his name?” he asks, adding a third finger. your mind goes completely blank as his fingers batter your cunt, tears falling as you moan desperately against his lips. “answer me. wanna know who’s gonna be fucking my girl tonight.”
“no one! it’s just for a few hours ‘m gonna be back home soon!” you argue, hands palming his cock. he hisses and grips your wrists.
“you don’t get to touch me,” rin says harshly. “you can save that for him.”
you shake your head, orgasm coming close as you deseraptely hump his clothed cock.
“‘m sorry won’t do it again, i won’t even go! i’ll—r-rin! more! pleasepleasepleaseplease—”
he rips his fingers from your pussy just before your orgasm washes over you. you look up at him with watery eyes.
rin’s fingers rub your clit devastatingly slow, as his eyes meet yours, he looks mad.
“you like that hm?” he asks, head tilting to the side. your hips buck as he fastens his pace. “well you’re not getting it.”
you shake your head, “w-what?” he’s not gonna fuck you? you watch his stand, crawling off his lap as he hovers over you.
he laughs mockingly in your face, “c’mon baby, you don’t wanna be late do you?”
okay imagine brothers best friend with suna and he doesn’t like that other guys think you’re single but he can’t do anything about it until you guys are alone...
part one | part two
“fuck, you look so hot,” suna groans against your neck, the heat of his breath makes you shudder, clit aching to be touched. you sit on his lap as his hands trail over your body, gripping your ass before landing a small spank that pushes you up against his chest. “sensitive baby.” he teases and you whine against his neck.
“hurry rin, gotta be somewhere soon,” you whimper, feeling his hands spread your ass as his pointer trails slowly along your pussy. you hips buck involuntarily, grinding on his clothes cock. it’s not fair how you’re nearly naked while he’s fully dressed.
“hm? you goin’ somewhere baby?” he asks mindlessly, rubbing your clit in small circles as he watches your reaction with dark eyes. “hm?” he repeats, eyes darting to your parted lips. “think you can make demands? youre in charge now?”
you shake your head, dizzy from the intoxicating scent of him surrounding your body. “n-no! i didn’t mean it like that, rin! just need to be somewhere.”
he runs your clit faster, inserting his pointer finger. you feel the metal of his rings pressed against your pussy and let out a small cry, “mhmm feels good rin, please more!”
he smirks, lips inches away from yours. you lean in for a kiss but he darts away at the last second making you fist his shirt desperately. he’s being so mean!
“wanna kiss? yeah baby?” he mocks, brushing away a stray tear that falls down your pretty cheeks. his other hand still rubs your clit, pumping two fingers in. “tell me where you’re going. who’re you gonna dress pretty for?”
you avoid his eyes and tilt your head away, making his eyebrows narrow, “look at me or you’re not cumming. i’ll leave you here to play with your own pussy.” you shake your head rapidly and tug at his arms making sure he doesn’t move.
“j-just gonna meet up with a friend...he—”
rin’s fingers stop their movements and he grips your jaw, “who?”
you whine, tugging at his hands, shifting on his lap to catch the disappearing orgasm.
“are you seriously fucking grinding on me right now? your pussy is so desperate for a cock huh? that why you’re about to get all dressed up to see another guy? hm?” his green eyes are angry and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel so small.
“rin ‘m sorry i didn’t have a choice, he was asking why i couldn’t and i didn’t know what to say!” you cry, clawing at his chest.
he shakes his head at you, jaw hardening. you grip his hand and bring it back to your aching pussy. you’re surprised he hasn’t made a move to leave yet.
you grind his palm, arousal glistening against his skin as you shove his fingers into your cunt. you moan loudly against rin’s neck. everything about him makes you feel so full.
suddenly, his long fingers pump angrily into your cunt making you close your legs on instinct.
“r-rin! wait ‘ts too fast!” you screech, grinding your throbbing clit against the heel of his palm. “y-you’re being rough!”
“you like this? you like when i’m mean? that why you always do things to piss me off?” he asks huskily, gripping you by your throat. “take my fingers the way i tell you to.”
you nod obediently, too scared of ruining your orgasm.
“whats his name?” he asks, adding a third finger. your mind goes completely blank as his fingers batter your cunt, tears falling as you moan desperately against his lips. “answer me. wanna know who’s gonna be fucking my girl tonight.”
“no one! it’s just for a few hours ‘m gonna be back home soon!” you argue, hands palming his cock. he hisses and grips your wrists.
“you don’t get to touch me,” rin says harshly. “you can save that for him.”
you shake your head, orgasm coming close as you deseraptely hump his clothed cock.
“‘m sorry won’t do it again, i won’t even go! i’ll—r-rin! more! pleasepleasepleaseplease—”
he rips his fingers from your pussy just before your orgasm washes over you. you look up at him with watery eyes.
rin’s fingers rub your clit devastatingly slow, as his eyes meet yours, he looks mad.
“you like that hm?” he asks, head tilting to the side. your hips buck as he fastens his pace. “well you’re not getting it.”
you shake your head, “w-what?” he’s not gonna fuck you? you watch him stand, crawling off his lap as he hovers over you.
he laughs mockingly in your face, “c’mon baby, you don’t wanna be late do you?”
single father! iwaizumi hajime x tattoo artist! female reader.
chapter 14: “tonight is the night.”
warnings: cursing, suggestive themes, omi still being sweet hmph, chaotic sunarin strikes again, mentions of pouring bleach into eyes, please read disclaimer on masterpost regarding images used, long fun facts at the bottom.
note from author. starting my day with something positive! next chapter is a written segment of their date, enjoy! dark mode is yn, light mode is iwaizumi.
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FUN FACTS:
— iwa’s “babies” are waiting impatiently for another baby from him. they want a little brother or sister for hitomi.
— yn was so giddy thinking about her date with iwa, she was up til 5am doing random shit like sorting her purse and changing her outfit five different times.
— twerking is yn and bokuto’s second language. they get it each other.
— sakusa being sweet even if he too wants to pour bleach on his eyes.
— sunarin did not approve of this date. he’s a fighter til the end.
— yn teased iwa about holding her hand instead of her thigh, he shut her up by saying “that’s for later.”
— it’s true, yn does get lost easily if she isn’t holding on to the person she’s with. iwa couldn’t resist a picture of her being so cute.
— makki speaking facts. we all know what yn wants to eat more.
— atsumu lowkey saying that yn is being treated like a pup, being fed and walked as a joke; that was taken serious by sunarin.
— iwa keeping yn warm with nothing but his body and beefy arms? where do i sign up.
what about suna fingering you while tattooing/piercing you “to take away the pain” but he’s pushing your tummy down and telling you you’re not allowed to move while his fingers are literally slamming into your pussy. he’ll also spank you’re clit if you’re being bad and moving your hips up when he told you not to :(
summary: never fuck your brothers’ best friend, and definitely don’t fall in love.
pairing: suna x f!reader
warnings: alcohol & weed, choking, spanking, hand job, rough sex, degradation, teasing, pussy slaps, creampie, so much yearning/angst
note: this took a week and it’s hella long the longest i’ve ever written, i just had so many ideas and kept writing so it might be a little messy...
this is a common occurrence. every saturday your brothers, atsumu and osamu, either throw a party or attend one on or off campus. it always runs well into next morning but you don’t stay awake until then, usually osamu carries atsumu home. sometimes you smell faintly of suna when you wake the next morning. you don’t really complain about the parties because you do require a weekly break and, well, the miya’s do know how to fucking party.
usually you invite a few friends while suna and aran tag along along with their buddies from other schools. except this week apparently nobody wants to be available, maybe because of how hard you all went last week. if that’s the case, you can’t really blame them. though you do hope that’s only a once a month occurrence.
the party’s already begun, music blaring so loud the entire neighborhood could probably sing along. the stench of sweat and spilled alcohol wafts in the air and you internally gag as you all walk to the entrance of the house. you love a good party but you never said you love everything about it. the smell is definitely not a favorite.
there’s a weight on the small of your back and you turn to see suna’s hand connected to you while he scrolls through his phone not sparing a glance as you enter the scene. a few shouts and cheers follow when your brothers walk ahead of you. atsumu throws a cocky boyish grin while osamu smiles waving at the girl he’s been telling everyone and their mom about.
a few girls shoot you a death glare or a quick once over, probably the cause of a 6’3” man at your hip to which you blow a kiss and wink. their faces morph from deadly stares to averted eyes. good.
suna stuffs his phone in the pocket of his jeans while wrapping an arm around your shoulders, tugging you into him. your stupid heart picks up and you curse at how unaware (or just careless) suna is to the affect he has on you. how can someone who finds a way to touch and flirt with you 24/7 be so out of the loop? you have no clue.
you’re not sure if he’s completely unaware of your outfit, you actually put effort into the tight black dress and make up today. all he said when he saw you come out of your room was “i ate your leftovers. don’t be mad i’ll take you out for dinner tomorrow,” before placing a kiss on your temple and plopping onto the couch with a soda. not a single word about how hot you look.
“rinnie,” an obnoxiously high pitched voice calls and you inwardly roll your eyes at the stench of desperation. “you didn’t call me back last week. missed you so much, baby.”
suna shoots the girl a lazy smirk, releasing his grip on you, “my bad i was busy. we can hang now if you want.” he turns to you and winks, stalking off to get a drink leaving you by yourself.
you try not to focus on the loss of his body heat or the small emptiness you feel in your heart when he leaves with her. you should know by now that suna’s a natural flirt who doesn’t care the affect he leaves. because that’s what he does after: leave. it doesn’t make it better when you get your hopes up, so you don’t.
you shake off the nerves and exhale slowly. you came here to have fun, not worry about the guy who’s...what’s he doing now? you look around even when you know you shouldn’t. oh, nosing some girls neck when a smirk on his stupid pretty face. you roll your eyes and make you way to the kitchen. he can do what he wants. and so can you.
you grab a cup while someone fills it up, “fancy seeing you here, doll.” you can’t help but smile everytime iwaizumi makes conversation with you. anyone with eyes can see how insanely attractive he is. big hands, big toned muscles, and certainly big dick which you experienced first hand a few weeks ago. the best thing about iwaizumi is that he doesn’t get hung up on girls and makes a good friend. which is why you see yourself hanging around him tonight instead of socializing with anybody else.
“missed me?” he teases, flashing a smile before leaning on the counter next to you. behind you a few girls sigh and you almost laugh at his affect.
“maybe i did,” you smile leaning closer to him. out of the corner of your eye you catch suna’s eyes tracking your movement. a quick glance tells you he’s chilling on the couch, cup in hand, atsumu on the left with some girl on his lap. he’s alone. and he’s watching.
you place a hand on iwaizumi’s chest to which he responds to with a massive hand encompassing your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“remember this, doll?” he says lowly, nosing your temple. you can’t deny the shiver that runs through your body right to you core.
“i don’t know,” you say hoarsely, meeting his eyes. you push him onto a nearby chair and swing a leg over his lap, straddling him. “remind me?”
he laughs as you squeeze his bicep, hands trailing up and down your thighs goosebumps following suite.
“gonna let me take you right here in the kitchen, huh?” iwaizumi asks, a tattooed hand cupping your jaw. “or would you rather it be suna?”
you freeze when the words register. your eyes slowly meet his green amused ones. what. the. fuck?
iwaizumi laughs at your expression, placing a kiss on your jaw, “i see the way you look at him. it’s the same way he looks at you,” his hand rises higher, “why don’t you give him a show?”
you grin at your friend right before grabbing the back of his neck and slamming your lips into his. iwaizumi groans and you hear a few cheers, smiling into the kiss. you know he’s watching. you always know when those piercing eyes are on you, burning holes into your back. you grind down on iwaizumi’s thigh, biting his lower lip making him laugh.
“too bad you’ve always been his,” iwaizumi smiles, lips puffy, eyes hooded. “i would’ve taken you for myself already.”
you smile at the compliment. before you can utter out a word, you’re being pulled off his lap into a strong hard chest.
“a word,” the voice sends shivers down your back and heat to your core. “be a good girl and follow me.”
you shoot iwaizumi a smile and he gives you a thumbs up before turning around to meet suna’s blazing eyes which are currently set solely on you. oh, he’s beyond pissed.
“why? i like kissing hajime. feels good,” you whine, pressing yourself into suna’s chest, pouting up at him. “you’re ruining my fun, rin.”
you physically see suna tense, hands balling into fists, jaw clenched. you truly can’t deny the exhilaration making him mad gives you. you shoot suna a dazzling smile before pressing a hand to his chest and pushing past him.
a hand wraps around your wrist and whips you around, letting go before grabbing ahold of your throat. you almost whimper at the contact, thighs clenching slightly. you really hope he didn’t notice. god, he makes you so pathetic sometimes.
“where the fuck do you think you’re going, baby?” suna’s face is centimeters away from yours, breath hitting your lips. his hand squeezes lightly around your throat making you let out a small moan.
“r-rin, let go,” you whine, moving to grab his wrist before you’re being swatted away. “rin, please.”
he tilts his head, eyebrow quirking, “please what? what’re you even begging for, y/n?”
you both have never gotten this far. usually the teasing touches and words never lead to more. you don’t know what to say, how to respond when he’s staring at you like you’re the only person in the room.
“not gonna respond? but you had so much to say back there,” he points a thumb to his back, motioning to where you and iwaizumi had your little show. “grinding your little pussy all over him. did it make you feel good? were you gonna cum? did he make that little pussy wet?”
you shake your head, pretty eyes staring up at him, he’s breathing hard, hands squeezing your waist and throat. you wobble and place a hand on his chest, bunching the material, “‘m sorry, rin! i didn’t mean to make a scene!”
suna chuckles darkly, the sound bringing a fresh wave of arousal directly to your pussy, “you didn’t mean to? you wanna look that fucking good and have me watch another guy touch you?” you manage to surprise a smile. so he did notice your outfit.
you’re glad the room has cleared, someone announcing beer pong in the backyard. the two of you stand—well, actually you’re hanging onto him for dear life—in the middle of the room. his hand’s still attached to your throat giving a light squeeze everytime you hesitate.
“sorry,” you mumble out making suna laugh, pushing his face even closer. the ghost of his lips against yours makes you suck in a breath, going completely still.
“did he feel good?” he demands. your eyes widen before you shake your head, clutching suna’s shirt. his hand comes up from your waist as he tips your chin up with his fingers. “does he make you wet? have your pussy dripping all over him?”
tears threaten to fall from your eyes, you shake your head pushing at his shoulders. his scent is intoxicating, you feel dizzy, the slick between your thighs growing wetter and wetter. you need him. you need him to fuck you, to finger you, to taste you. to do something.
“rin—rin please,” you beg. “i didn’t know you were gonna get mad! you were with someone else!”
he doesn’t respond, instead, suna’s jaw tightens before his hands wrap around your wrists, keeping you bonded as he splays himself on the couch, pulling you onto his lap, straddling him. his zip makes contact with your aching clit and you jump, a loud moan slipping from your lips.
he slaps your thigh, “quiet. i know you love your scene’s but i would rather have you all to myself,” he chides, hands slipping into your dress making you clench, before mumbling against your lips, “i don’t like to share.”
you’re suddenly all too aware of the setting, anyone could walk in, in fact you can see moving bodies out in the back if you angled your head a certain way. but it feels like minor inconveniences when suna’s nosing your neck, pressing kisses up to the sensitive place behind your ear.
it seems familiar...wasn’t he doing it to that other girl?
“is this a common move you pull on all your girls?” you say causing him to look back up at you. you almost regret it, having someone like suna’s full attention on you is addicting and terrifying at the same time.
suna’s signature lazy smile pulls at his lips, “impressed?”
you let out a dramatic—albeit shaky—sigh, “not really. thought you’d have more honestly. but it guess it’s my fault, you know what they say about comparing men.”
suna grits his teeth, “and i suppose the other man would be iwaizumi?” his hand comes up to twirl your hair. “i know for a fact i fuck better than him.”
you roll your eyes, “oh really? and how would you know? compare dicks or something, rin?”
he grins up at you, pressing his crotch further into your panties, “no, but you can do that for me.” damn, you set yourself up for that one. your hands glide up his chest, his larger hands squeeze harder at your waist before he says, “so, spanking, huh?”
you pause, “...what?” you already feel the heat rising in your cheeks, hands halting their movement on his chest. you rack your brain wondering what in the world could have him looking so smug. wait. oh my god. “you fucking asked him what we did?! you’re so weird, rin!” you practically screech. he pushes you into him, leaving zero space between your bodies. a small gasp escapes before you can suppress it.
suna tugs at the strand he was playing with, his eyes meet yours looking impossibly entrancing, “didn’t know you were into that, y/n. how naughty, what would your brothers say?” his position shifts, the movement going right to your clit. you’re sure he can feel your wetness through his jeans.
you groan, “can we please not talk about my blood relatives when i’m on your lap.” suna chuckles at your despair, dropping the piece of hair. it tickles your neck. before you can say anything his hand finds its place on your neck once again.
“i wouldn’t worry about how they would respond to you getting your ass spanked red when they should be worrying about their little sister perched all pretty in my lap,” he growls into your ear. your fingers find the hairs at the nape of his neck and tug. suna groans and you smile inwardly at his reaction. this was gonna be fun. “and how she’s gonna get fucked silly by their best friend.”
“rin,” you said breathily. his words shoot directly to your pussy, and your thighs clench around his. “fuck me, please.” you beg, burying your head into his neck, grinding along his length.
suna groans before pulling you back up, creating distance between both of you, “aw, baby. did you think i forgot about all the fun you had with iwaizumi?” he fakes a pout. fuck he was mean. “i’m not here to please you, sweetheart. i’m here to ruin you.”
suddenly, voices down the hall sound and you’re being pulled off suna’s lap, into the seat next to him. your heart beat quickens, what if they sense what just happened? being with suna like this in a public area was dangerous, your brothers could never know how you feel about him.
matsukawa rounds the corner just as suna nudges your legs apart with his fingers. the angle you’re sitting at covers the place between your legs, hips angled towards suna, ass out to whoever walks by. his finger drags along your slit. you weren’t even concerned about suna finding how wet you are.
matsukawa’s eyes are tinted red assesses the two of you lazily, “‘sup lil sis, what’re you guys up to?” he sits his lean body on the couch behind you, your back facing him as he takes a drag.
suna pushes your panties to the side, spreading your slick, you move to close your legs earning you a glare, “nothing much, kinda tired been a long night.” suna responds, eyes trained on your pulsing pussy. you watch as he pushes a finger in, biting your bottom lip at the delicious feeling. your hand holds onto his forearm as suna slowly drags his finger in and out. you silently pray that issei can’t hear the small wet sounds suna’s fingers are producing.
“i feel you,” issei says sighing as he gets comfortable. “oh, y/n? are you and hajime hitting it off? there’s a girl asking about him, just wanna make sure.”
suna’s jaw tightens and he slips a second finger in, not even letting you adjust before pumping both fingers in roughly. his stare is hard when he says, “answer him.”
you don’t trust your voice when suna’s fingers are pounding punishingly into your cunt but you’d rather mattsun not turn his head and see suna filling you deliciously.
“u-um, no we’re just friends,” you respond shakily. suna eases his fingers out and before you let out a breath of relief he’s brings the shiny fingers to your clit and begin to play with the throbbing bud. your hips jump and suna shakes his head, almost in disappointment, before forcing your hips down onto the couch. “you said you were gonna be good.”
you nod, bleary eyes staring at him as his long fingers press your sensitive bud. fuck, how were you gonna survive this conversation?
“gotcha, did you guys fuck a few weeks ago or was that the really loud chick from tokyo?” issei asks, coughing into his fist. god it was like he was trying to cock block you. you wanna scream at him to shut up and leave so suna can take you in all the ways you want. instead you muster a laugh and say, “yeah that was me.”
wrong answer. suna delivers a slap directly onto your clit. you barely suppress a whimper at the wet noise as you glare up at him. what? he mouths, a knowing smirk apparent on his pouty lips. although he seems careless and relaxed you don’t miss the tense of his shoulders and grip he has on your thigh. he hates this conversation as much as you do.
suna shifts your hips closer to him, practically pulling you onto his lap making you shoot him an alarmed look before he’s angrily thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt. behind you issei begins to snore and you let out a sigh of relief before suna rubs your clit with his thumb, flicking it back and forth.
“mhm oh my god rin that—fuck!” you moan, clenching around his fingers, you hear the door slide open just as the tension in your stomach snaps and you cum all over suna’s hand.
you look up at suna to find his eyes trained on you, fingers still buried in your pussy. the look in your eyes almost has you on your knees, a dark intense lust like he only sees you, as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks.
“tastes good,” his voice is hoarse, breathless almost. “i knew you would.”
voices fill the kitchen and your heart sinks as you pull yourself off his lap, into the cushion beside him just as atsumu comes in, “where were you guys? you missed our win!” he pouts at you both.
suna throws an arm around the back of the couch, you feel his forearm at the back of your head, his thigh pressed against yours, “i found something better to do.”
“y/n,” you hear a voice above you, shaking your shoulders. osamu. “she’s sleeping, is she okay? rin?”
“yeah we just fell asleep waiting for you guys,” suna responds groggily. he sounds far away. you feel your head begin to fall when suna shifts and you realize you were sleeping on his shoulder. actually, youre entire body is almost on top of him. what was...
you sit up straight, immediately sobering up, taking your leg off of suna’s before facing your two brothers. atsumu’s regarding you with an amused expression while osamu looks absolutely tired of it all.
“got a little drool—yup there,” atsumu says, gesturing to the side of your face. “rin check if your shoulders wet.”
you throw a pillow at the blonde making him laugh, “shut up! oh my god.”
osamu chuckles, “okay well we’re gonna be outside, they’re having a little campfire thing.” he pauses, “they have marshmallows.” you perk up at the mention of your favorite campfire activity. suna laughs at your sudden interest, shifting behind you.
you can feel the heat of his body, and the memories of what happened 30 minutes ago slams back into you.
you turn around slowly to find suna watching you closely. his eyes dart quickly to your lips before looking away with a small smirk.
“c’mon let’s go out there, pretty girl,” rin tugs at your arm, dragging you out with him. you notice that issei is missing from the room before you’re outside and a string of laughter and conversation hits you.
osamu hands you a wooden stick and a marshmallow before going to retrieve the rest of the ingredients to complete your s’mores. you smile down at the fire before you hear a little giggle behind you, suna’s deep voice following it.
you glance back to find a girl’s hand hanging off of his jeans, a finger in the loop, her face pressed closely to his. he’s looking at her with slight amusement, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
of fucking course.
the marshmallow hangs heavily from your hand, you barely have any interest in it anymore. why are you surprised? suna never agreed to be exclusive, he never even admitted to having feelings towards you. he just fingered you. so why did you feel the sting of betrayal and jealousy as he connects his lips to hers, his hand curving along her waist.
you should be disgusted that he just tasted your cum off his fingers and makes out with someone not even an hour later. but you’re not surprised. suna never did relationships or commitment, he yearned for quick satisfaction before moving onto the next. usually they knew it was a no strings attached interaction. but you...you don’t know, thought it would mean more? that maybe he felt the same way?
you scoffed at your own thoughts, realizing how fucking oblivious you were. how could you ever even think about having someone who doesn’t want to be had? yeah it hurt, but when have you ever spent time on something that wasn’t even worth it? never. you wouldn’t waste a single breath on suna rintarou.
you turn around in your chair just as osamu comes back, arms full of boxes, presumably graham crackers. you don’t miss his glance behind you, a frown forming on his lips.
you sigh, reaching out to grab a stash of crackers from the box, “thanks ‘samu.”
he nods, taking the seat next to you. there’s a silent bubble around the two of you, he seems to be deep in thought as you twirl your marshmallow around.
“he’ll come around,” osamu murmurs. you freeze, head whipping to face him in shock. he grins at that. “i’m not stupid, y/n. don’t mistake me for that idiot over there,” he throws a thumb over his shoulder at atsumu who’s currently trying to balance a vodka bottle on his head. it shatters on the ground. “god that’s just embarassing.”
you laugh, leaning into your brother who raises a hand to ruffle your hair, “i always got your back. both of you. dumb and dumber,” you pinch his side. “you and rin. you’re both something that’s meant to happen. no matter how long it takes, it’ll always be there.”
“maybe i don’t wanna wait. i mean, i don’t want to keep waiting. maybe losing me will be some sort of wake up call for him,” you say, taking a bite from your s’more. “you don’t do whatever this is to someone you care about.”
osamu nods, standing up and taking the s’more from your hand to take a bite, “i want you to be happy, y/n. whoever it’s with. though it would be pretty dope if i was the best man at your wedding.”
you roll your eyes, “i wouldn’t be surprised if you already planned the damn thing for me.”
he laughs and saunters off leaving you alone. you see suna and the girl in the corner of your eye. shes straddling him while her hands roam freely on his chest. he tugs at the base of her scalp and she moans into his mouth.
you shake your head, ridding the thoughts filling it.
“damn i really thought our plan would work,” iwaizumi says, plopping down in the seat osamu abandoned. he nods towards suna’s new hookup, “try harder this time? i mean if last time wasn’t your best then you’re, like, the make out queen.”
you laugh at the silly title, shifting to face him. you see suna from the corner of your eye break the kiss and slowly search the backyard. his eyes stop at where you and iwaizumi are sitting. you see his eyes narrow at the closeness and you curse your heart for beating so fast regardless if you’re moving on. the heart doesn’t care if it hurts, it just wants to feel.
you shift in your seat, bringing your attention back to iwaizumi. he tilts his face anticipating the next move.
“why don’t we go all the way?” you ask seductively, trailing a finger against his bicep. you lay your hand on the heavy muscle. “wanna help a girl move on?”
iwaizumi let’s out a low whistle, “if it’s you, hell yeah.”
you smile before standing, iwaizumi presses a kiss to your forehead before wrapping an arm around you waist leading you back into the house. you feel his hand trail lower, giving your ass a squeeze making you jolt.
“you’ve always liked that, huh?” he grins, giving your ass a little spank before gripping it and shaking it in his hold. you clench your thighs and rock forward and splay your hands on his massive chest.
“re-really like it,” you whisper, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. your hand goes lower and grips the outline of his cock causing iwaizumi to buck his hips, rutting into your hand.
“desperate are we?” you arch a brow as he laughs, not even denying it.
youre about to unzip his jeans when the patio door slams shut and an angry suna is stalking towards the both of you.
“get the fuck away from her,” rin demands. iwaizumi’s hand tightens on your ass making you lean dither into him as he grins slyly at suna.
“i think she likes this, don’t you, doll?” he looks down at you. you nod weakly, pressing your cunt into his thick cock through his jeans. suna’s jaw tightens, eyes never leaving where the two of you meet.
“go away, rintarou,” you say coldly, noticing his subtle flinch at the use of his full name. “i’m about to get fucked the shit out of. unless you wanna watch—”
you’re being pulled away from iwaizumi for the second time this night. a large hand squeezes your wrist tightly, pulling you into suna’s chest, “i would rather he watch,” he growls into your ear. you whimper, immediately pushing your hips into his. suna shakes his head scoffing, “your pussy will grind up on any cock, huh? you’re rutting up against me like a desperate little slut.”
you don’t hear his words, mind blank as you feel suna all around you. you can only feel him, smell him. iwaizumi leans against the wall watching the two of you, amusement apparent on his face.
“guess i haven’t trained you to only cum around my cock, hm?” suna whispers into your ear. “don’t worry, we’ll get there soon.” he stated before whisking you off into the bathroom on the other side of the wall. he shuts the door harshly before whirling around, slamming his hands against the sink, caging you in. you cower at the dangerous look in his eyes, his body looming over you, swallowing you.
“what were you doing with him?” he demands. “why were you touching him?”
you roll your eyes in attempt to seem unbothered, “i wanted to fuck him. is that what you wanna hear. i wanted his cock in my pussy.”
his nostrils flare as his throat bobs, “take your panties off.”
you stare at him, “why?”
rin reaches down, fingers trailing along cloth covered folds. you’re painfully aware of this happening before on the couch just outside.
suna’s jaw tightens, “you’re wet,” he states tightly. he growls, “you’re fucking wet for him.”
you smile coyly, “was thinking about his cock, rin. it’s so big and long. fills me up until i’m shaking—”
suna’s hand gripping your throat stops any other words that were about to come out. you lean further in the sink, legs spreading as he steps further into you.
“you make me so fucking mad,” he says hoarsely. “i’m so fucking mad that everytime i see you i wanna fuck you until you’re crying.”
a small whimper escapes your lips at his words. he stares down at you in complete utter silence.
“then do it,” you whisper, turning around and hitching up your dress, pushing your bare ass against the hardened cock beneath his jeans. you slowly grind as he stands still, breathing heavily. he’s about to snap.
suna presses two finger to your ass and you obey, lifting off of him. his fingers dip to your pussy, playing with your folds, dipping further in. you fight the urge to squeeze your thighs together until he flicks your clit and your hips are bucking.
suna lands a loud spank against your ass cheek making you moan as you push against him, shaking your hips, begging for more.
“fuck, you love getting your ass spanked. all nice and red, hm?” suna grunts when you move your ass along the length of his cock, still pressing against his jeans. “you like being bad? you like pissing me off?”
you nod weakly, whining as you push your hips further, side to side, “m-more please. want your cock.”
suna lands a row of spanks simultaneously against both ass cheeks making you cry out against the delicious pain. his large hands smooth over your ass, kneading it. fuck you could cum like this.
“take my cock out,” suna demands, landing a slap against your upper thigh. you immediately turn around pawing at his zipper, thumb teasing his cockhead as you slide the zipper down. he’s practically pushing through his boxers with how hard he is. you lean forward and press your face to his hard cock, moaning at the light scent of body wash and sweat. suna’s hands tug at your hair, pushing you further into his scent.
“bet you could just sit here all night and worship my cock, huh?” you look up at him, hands dipping under his boxers. he sucks in a breath when your fingers meet his shaft, pumping him in his underwear. he grits his teeth, eyes watching you take out his cock. you almost moan at the sight of his heavy cock in your palm. it’s as beautiful as you imagined everytime you touch yourself at night pretending it’s him.
his tip is swollen, leaking precum, a thick vein runs along the side and suna nearly moans when you trace it. he’s incredibly heavy and thick in your hands and your thighs squeeze deliciously at the thought of him splitting you open.
“want it, rin. wanna cum around your cock as many times as i can,” you whine, pumping him as you stare up at the large man before you. his thumb swipes your lip, pushing in. you suck desperately as you continue to pump him, spreading precum around as you swipe his tip. his hips buck, a low groan coming out.
suddenly you’re being pulled up and shoved against the sink. his cock rubs against your thigh making you push against it once again. your hand reaches behind you desperately searching for him. suna’s hand wraps around your wrist holding it out behind you as he leads his tip to your entrance.
you desperately rut against his tip hoping it’ll catch your clit. rin tsks at how needy you’re being, before landing a few slaps against your clit with his thick cock. your thighs clench together rubbing his cock against your folds.
“fuck i can’t take it anymore,” rin shoved his full cock into your pussy, pushing against your walls. you scream his name as he begins pounding into you, ignoring your weak at his chest, not letting you adjust to his size.
you whimper against the sink. all you can feel is him, stretching your pussy out as he continues pounding his massive cock into you. you cant think of anything else but where his tip is hitting your sweet spot, over and over again.
“mine. you’re all fucking mine,” he groans just as he thrusts deeper making you cry out. he pounds his hips into you, pressing your back down, holding your hips in place as he continuously rams into your sweet spot.
you hate how good he feels. you hate how he was just kissing someone else. you hate him.
“‘m-m not yours,” you moan out, pressing your ass further into him. “not yours.”
suna chuckles darkly, fingers digging into your hip hard enough to make you squirm. his pace is punishing, your legs can barely keep up as he fucks into your cunt. he lands a mean slap to your ass, “not mine? who’s are you then? hm? who can fuck you this good?”
you smile lazily up at him through the mirror. his face is tense, biting his bottom lip as his hand comes to grip the front of your throat, his eyes glaring at you, almost like a warning.
“iwaizumi.”
suna grits his teeth, zeroing in on your face. then, he pulls out. leaving your pussy dripping, clenching against nothing. you whine immediately, hands reaching behind you to pull at his hips. he angrily swats away your needy hands before slipping his still hard cock back into his pants.
“go ask iwaizumi to fuck his little pussy then,” he remarks, leaning against the wall, watching you. your legs are shaking as you turn to face him, glancing up at him with a pout. he’s looking over you, shoulders tense and angry. he’s definitely not happy with you.
“you’re being mean,” you say, gripping the front of his shirt. he pulls back, making you whimper at the lost of his warmth, reaching the door. “r-rin! don’t go ‘m sorry, didn’t mean it! was just kidding!”
he turns around, leaning against the door, “i just don’t find you interesting. don’t you want me to enjoy some good pussy? wouldn’t you want that for your friend?”
it stings harder than when he spanked you. good pussy. friend. your bottom lip trembles as you watch him pull out his phone, scrolling on it in front of you. like you’re not even there.
“d-don’t want that,” you whisper shakily.
suna doesn’t even glance up, thumb still scrolling, he places it between his hands and starts typing, “don’t want what, y/n?”
not pretty girl.
“don’t want you t-to...find another girl...want you to be mine,” you push out, hands intertwining nervously. he finally glances up with you, eyes full of...lust? no. yearning. suna was needy.
“you’ve always been mine,” he says roughly. you bite your lip, nodding desperately.
“‘m yours. been yours since we met,” you agree, leaning into the hand he has wrapped around your waist. “and when you kissed other girls.”
suna’s eyes fill with regret, shoulders dropping as he leans his large body into you, pulling you both into each other. you lean against him for a few minutes, letting him run his fingers through your hair, feeling his heart beat against yours.
you lift your head off his chest, meeting his eyes, “um...”
he arches a brow, “yes, pretty girl?”
you fist his shirt, lips curving into a smile at the nickname, “i just...who were you texting?”
suna laughs at your shyness, probably unused it it since you’re usually bold and not as vulnerable in front of anyone. he pulls his phone out and you pout as he types again.
your phone dings and you tilt your head in question. he nods towards your back pocket before you take it out and press on his notification.
rin 🖤
i don’t care if you’re not mine. i’ve always been yours. even when i’m with other people. even when i’ve hurt you. i’ve been yours. always.
you look up at him, eyes glossy as his face softens. you shove your phone back in the pocket of your jeans and loop your hands around his neck, “i’m yours.” you say before slamming your lips into his. it’s not a soft kiss, it’s full of need and unspoken words, a clash of tongue and teeth. it’s everything that was left unsaid.
“y/n i—fuck—i need to fuck you, need to be inside,” suna groans, grinding his hips into yours. you suddenly remember the slick between your thighs and the need for him almost knocks the breath out of your lungs. you had to be with him while he was yours and you were his. nobody else. completely each other’s.
you pull down your panties, pawing at his cock before pulling it out. it’s hard, even harder than before. red and thick, covered in arousal, throbbing for you. suna shivers when you run your thumb along the tip.
“god what’re you doing to me. i’m gonna cum and you’ve barely touched me,” he moans voice full of need. you swipe your thumb around the middle, teasing him again. you pump slowly, excruciatingly slow.
suna let’s out a low growl before youre being turned around and slammed back into the sink, “thought you would be nice to me, baby. just told you i’m yours and you’re already acting mean.”
he slaps his cock against your pussy, making impossibly wet lewd noises just as his tip rubs against your throbbing clit. your hips jump and you slide back, his cock gliding along your pussy making you both moan loudly. who cared if the entire house heard you two fucking.
“gonna make you cum, gonna make you shake on my cock,” he whispers hotly. “gonna make you lose it—” he latches onto your ear lobe—“gonna make this pussy mine.”
you moan loudly at his words, arching your back and rutting your hips against his, “j-jus’ fuck m-me already rin!”
he chuckles at your neediness, “sucks being teased, hm?”
before you can answer he slams his length into you in one go, stretching you out along his cock. his hand comes around your body and flicks your clit. you tremble in his hold as he rams his hips into yours, fucking into you desperately. you can hear his wet pants in your ear, a low moan sending a shivers down your spine everytime you clench around his thick cock.
“just like that just like that,” he chants, hips meeting yours as skin slaps against skin. you let out a scream as suna punches your clit, thrusting particularly hard at the same time. your legs wobble and you hold onto the sink for dear life. suna grips your throat from the front, “no you’re gonna keep up with me, baby. gonna watch yourself cum.” he lifts your head by the throat, forcing you to look in the mirror.
suna’s hips are pounding into yours, your ass bouncing with the impact. he lands several harsh spanks to your ass, “mhm—ah!—just like that. love it when you spank me,” you whine, grabbing his thumb from your throat and forcing it into your mouth. you suck loudly, slobbering all over his fingers, drool gliding down your face as he curses. you glance in the mirror to see him watching you, eyes heated and narrowed watching you desperately sucking his fingers.
“fuck,” he groans throwing his head back. “got the prettiest little slut on my cock. gonna cum, ‘kay? gonna fill you up baby. all mine.”
you nod, shifting his hand to grab your tits. he obliged and pulls at your nipple, flicking the bud. your feel the tension in your stomach snap and moan, continually rutting onto his cock as his cum fills you up, bouncing desperately on his cock. more you want more.
“love your cock! love it! so big ‘m so full, stretching my pussy out so good!” you cry, riding out your high as he moans needing against your neck. “‘ts all mine! all mine to ride, all mine to worship! only made to fuck my pussy!”
suna groans at your words, hips stuttering against yours as you both come down from your highs, breathless moans filling the room as you sink into his chest. he holds you there for a moment, thumb caressing your shoulder.
“fuck, you’re so hot when you’re cock drunk,” suna shoots you a boyish grin and lands a little slap to your clit making you twitch in his hold.
