“where are my panties?” you inquire groggily, sitting up in bed. “rin?” you ask your boyfriend. suna lays next to you with one arm behind his head and the other cradling his phone before his face. he makes a sound that comes off the way a shrug would, so you begin swirling around the pillows and sheets before you
“riin, i have shit to do today, i gotta get home,” you huff as you lift the entire duvet over your head in search for the garment. “where’d you throw ‘em?”
“don’ ‘member,” he mumbles. the hand holding his phone on his stomach lets the screen fall flat there as he scooches up the headboard, head falling back on it, and lets himself take in your figure. “’m’more focused on getting ‘em off.”
the cropped halter top you wore to yesterday’s outing at ongiri miya is the only article left on your body. even despite how little fabric there is, the shirt still bunches up some so that your breasts nearly hang out the bottom. suna’s eyes trail down and appreciate the way your thighs and hips and ass do the thing because of your sitting on the bed; how the soft smushes against the sheets and almost pools onto it. he doesn’t miss the faint reddened flecks on your hips from his grip, or the hickies lining up the sides of your spine. quite a sight.
“where the fuck...” you look to the floor on your side of the bed after concluding they’re not on the bed.
“don’t wear any,” suna says like it’s a simple alternative.
“shut up,” you breathe a laugh. you shuffle down the bed to look over the end.
“what was that?” the phrase itself is more warning than the tone he says it in. realizing your mistake, you bring your shoulders up and look at him over them with a grin.
“noooothingg,” you say in a harmless tone. he hums in a way that tells you he hasn’t made up his mind about what he’ll do, but you take the opportunity to sit up and pitch your body forward over the footboard. you sincerely do just want your panties, which you spot crumpled on the floor there, but the position gives suna a perfect view of your ass, and it makes his decision for him.
“found them,” you say as you settle back down, your hips wiggling in accomplishment. you start to straighten them out to put them on, but suna rolls his head to the side to beckon your attention to him. you learned a long time ago that his lazy mannerisms mean nothing if you can read the look in his eyes, and when you look there you can’t help but feel both excited and exasperated.
you really did have shit to do today.
