pussy drunk suna can never get enough of your cunt; burying his face into the warmth of your core to lap at the slick. and when he says that he eats you out for his pleasure, he means it.
without even touching himself, his cock is already swollen just as he sniffs at your pussy. his mouth waters at the smell and to him, you smell absolutely sweet to him, making him subconsciously try to rut down against the sheets. his drool and your slick mix together with his eyes half shut.
he’s whining so needily into your clit, flicking his tongue as he tries to hear the praises that you moan out every so often. each little praise you give him earns you a breathy moan, going straight to his cock. he isn’t even able to take off his sweats before he’s already letting ropes of white stain the fabric.
sometimes he’s not even trying to get you to cum. he just wants to be latched to the bundle of nerves, sucking on it till he passes out from intoxication. it doesn’t matter to him if you came at all or if you’re overstimulated - it was intoxicating to him.
waking up, his mouth is still pressed against your cunt and his head throbbing as if he has a hangover. but nothing like sucking on your clit can’t fix.
cw // mastubation, voyerism, hand honlding, youre reading a book and he gets horny, im back kinda
“what would you do if i jerk off right now?”
you pause in the middle of the paragraph you were reading to look up and face your boyfriend. his face was still pressed first into your chest with his arms around your waist. you aren’t so surprised since the whole time he’s been cuddling, his hips have been squirming in between your legs. but it is still a surprised as he said it out loud.
“if you want you can, i wasn’t in the mood.”
“no i know, but can i stay in the room with you?” rintarou tilts his head up to seek your permission, closing his eyes as your hand comes to run through his hair. with a breathy giggle, you agree, making him roll off of you to reach into the bedside table for the lube.
you zone back into your book as he prepares himself, getting lost into the crisp pages as the storyline progresses. you were only stopped by the sound of a breathy whine coming next to you. glancing over, you make sure you’re not being too obvious, you see his right fist working up and down his cock slowly.
his boxers were completely off the bed and his shirt pulled over his chest. rintarou’s moans get less and less breather as he continues faster, the slick sound echoing through the once quiet bedroom. he turns his head to you and pants, sweat already forming at his temples.
you hadn’t realize this till now, but you felt a stir in your stomach from seeing rin in such a vulnerable state. biting your lip, you reach out and hold his free hand. a moan extracts from his mouth once more as he continues to thrust up into his fist.
“oh fuck, i’m gonna cum, shit!” he gasps and tenses up his abs as he tries to control himself. his hand tightens in yours and you squeeze in support as you watch him fall apart from his own fist. he tightens his grip at the base as the cum spills over his v line. the moan was silent but you could tell it was all he needed to be satisfied.
you reach over him to grab the tissues, helping him wipe down the mess. his eyes are shut but smiles over the fact you’re still taking care of him. his eyes peak open to look over at you as you lie back down. he takes your hand once more and slides it down your body to the hem of your pajama pants as if he can sense the stirring feeling in your core.
cw: suggestive content, minors and ageless blogs dni
hmmmm frat boy!osamu who only joined bc his twin convinced him to and bc the house looked nice. who doesn’t care for the parties so he keeps a “KEEP OUT” sign taped up on his door. frat boy! osamu who is bewildered when you come stumbling into his room, crying bc you just got cheated on. frat boy!osamu who offers to walk you back to your dorm because he’s a gentleman, and when he spots you in ECON 1100, he sits next to you and checks up on you. frat boy!osamu who brings you around to the house to study, watch movies, and eat his food with him. frat boy!osamu who makes sure to continue to put up the “KEEP OUT” sign anytime you’re over because as soon as the door opens, they’ll find him with his head between your thighs.
despite how much his sister and his mom tell him it's what a "gentleman" would do, he just can't be bothered. you don't seem affected by it at all anyway, so he doesn't make the extra effort. he'd rather save the energy for things that really matter.
suna doesn't pull your chair out for you, because he likes doing the opposite.
it's not every day that the two of you go out to a restaurant this nice, but suna doesn't mind it. he can't find much to complain about, especially with the way you look in that dress. the one thing he can complain about, though, is the annoyingly dim lighting the restaurant offers as a sorry excuse for atmosphere.
he can barely see you like this.
his legs are long, long enough to reach your side of the table when he has them fully outstretched, so he hooks his ankles around the legs of your chair and pulls it that much closer. halfway through a rant about the dinner menu, your eyes widen at the sudden jolt and movement from below, but suna just chuckles.
"don't look so surprised." he smirks, resting his chin atop his folded hands. you're frozen in surprise, lips barely parted.
that's good enough, he thinks. he can admire you properly like this.
and what when suna bends u over a half wall? legs spread wide, his cock slamming into your messy dripping hole? all while he pounds you so hard your cute little feet lift off the ground and tells you how cute you look taking him so deep? huh? what then?
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