Jinu Saja x Female!Reader
Jinu eating you out after you and him got drunk from the party
Warning: Drunk sex, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, 😻
The music from the party still thumps faintly through the walls, a muffled heartbeat that keeps time with yours. You’re both flushed and giggly, stumbling into the bedroom on unsteady feet. The alcohol is warm in your veins, buzzing pleasantly, and Jinu looks even more devastatingly gorgeous with his shirt half unbuttoned, hair mussed, and eyes glazed from the drinks.
He laughs as he nudges you backward, the door clicking shut behind him. Before you can even tease him about how drunk he is, he’s pressing you against the wall, lips crashing into yours. His kiss is sloppy and eager, all tongue and soft groans, tasting like sweet cocktails and something undeniably him. His hands roam greedily over your sides, your ass, slipping up beneath your top to squeeze your bare skin.
Somehow, the two of you manage to tumble onto the bed, breathless and giggling between heated kisses. Clothes are peeled off with little coordination, you lose your shirt somewhere on the floor, his jeans get kicked halfway under the bed. Then he pauses, hovering over you, eyes dark as they rake over your body.
“Fuck… you’re so pretty like this,” he mutters, voice hoarse.
You start to laugh out something about him being drunk, but the sound cuts off into a gasp when he grabs your thighs and spreads them wide. His pupils blow even darker at the sight of you, slick and waiting, and he flashes you a lazy, wicked grin.
“You know… I’ve been thinking about this all night.”
Before you can respond, he dives in, pressing his face between your legs like he’s been starved for it. The first long, slow lick of his tongue has you arching off the bed. He groans into you, the sound sending vibrations straight through your core, and then he does it again, this time swirling the tip around your clit until your legs twitch.
“Shit— Jinu…” you whimper, hands flying to his hair. You’re still drunk, but nothing feels clearer than the way his mouth moves against you, sloppy and eager, wet sounds filling the room. He latches onto your clit, sucking just hard enough to make you see stars, then pulls back only to tease it with soft flicks that have your thighs shaking.
Every now and then, he chuckles against you, breath hot on your soaked skin. “So sensitive tonight… is it the booze, or is it just me?”
You barely manage a strangled moan in response. His hands tighten on your hips, holding you still when your body tries to buck. He pushes his tongue inside you, moaning like he’s the one getting off, then drags it back up to swirl around your clit again, over and over, until your head spins worse than it did from the shots.
When you finally cum, it’s with a high, breathless cry that gets swallowed by the pillows. He doesn’t stop, keeps licking you through it, savoring every twitch and whimper until you’re pawing weakly at his shoulders.
Finally he pulls away, mouth shiny, lips curved into that lazy, satisfied smile. He crawls up your body and kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, and when he pulls back, he’s still grinning like a devil.
“Best fucking dessert after a party,” he murmurs, voice low and wrecked. Then he leans back in, nips at your lower lip, and adds with a playful wink, “Hope you’re not done yet… because I’m definitely still hungry.”
Jinu doesn’t give you much time to recover. You’re still catching your breath, legs trembling, when he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His hands roam lazily over your hips, squeezing like he owns every inch of you which right now, he pretty much does.
“Mmh… you taste so fucking good,” he murmurs against your skin, voice rough from drinking and moaning into you. Then he flashes that cocky, drunken grin. “And I’m not nearly done.”
Your breath hitches when he shifts back down your body. The first swipe of his tongue over your still-sensitive clit makes you squeal, thighs trying to snap shut, but he’s already pressing them apart with a low growl.
“Nuh-uh, baby. I didn’t spend all night dreaming about this just to let you off easy,” he teases, his breath hot and sticky against your slick folds.
He starts slow this time, long, torturously slow licks that make you whimper and squirm. Every time you try to lift your hips, he presses you right back down into the mattress, holding you there with strong hands. When he finally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, you gasp so loud it echoes off the walls. He chuckles darkly, tongue flicking rapid little circles that have you clutching the sheets like a lifeline.
“Fuck, look at you…” he breathes out, voice dripping with lust and pride. “So wet already. Bet I could make you cum again just like this.”
And he does. It doesn’t take long as your body’s already tight, still sensitive from the first orgasm. He keeps working you over with relentless strokes of his tongue, nose bumping your clit just right, until the tension snaps all over again. You cry out his name, legs locking around his shoulders, back arching clean off the bed.
When the waves finally ebb, you collapse into the pillows, chest heaving, vision hazy. Jinu pulls away with a groan, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and feral. He crawls up to kiss you again, messy and deep, tongue tasting of your sweetness.
“Fuck, baby… think you can handle one more?” he whispers against your lips, already sliding two fingers between your thighs, stroking through your soaked heat.
Before you can answer, he presses them inside you, curling them just right and with his mouth already heading back down, you know you’re about to find out exactly how many rounds he plans to steal from you tonight.
