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10.28 - kinktober day fifteen ִ ࣪𖤐 exes , ft. rintarou suna

it was like a routine at this point. every time you’d go out with your friends, you’d get drunk, something would remind you of him– may it be a cigarette butt on the sidewalk or the bitter taste of the alcohol on your tongue, maybe it was a glimpse of green eyes across the club, or a tall brunette at the bar– and you would go quiet, turn to your friends, and say “i should text him.”

they’d all gotten used to it at this point, they had their own routine. they’d tell you no, you’d drop it, you’d say it again half an hour later, they’d say no, and when you said it the third time your poor friends would threaten to take your phone for the rest of the night. the one thing that went unaccounted for, though, was what you’d do if you saw him out. that was something you hadn’t even considered as a possibility.

so when you were three drinks deep and you spotted some guy with the same haircut as your ex across the bar, and you turned to your friends and said “that looks like rintarou, do you think i should text him?” they all instinctively said no, not even bothering to glance up and check.

you were nearly sure, though, when you saw his eyes glimmer in the strobe lights, that he looked a little too much like your ex. “guys, i’m serious i think that’s rintarou.”

“yn have you had too many drinks? i know you tend to think every guy with brown hair and green eyes is him but seriously, you have to let him go. at some point you need to move on.”

“shut up, i’m not joking.”

“yeah, you never are.”

you rolled your eyes, looking back to where you’d seen him just moments before. that had to be him. you looked over your shoulder, your friends preoccupied, and slipped away. you walked towards the area of the crowd where you’d seen him, pushing through all the too-drunk idiots stumbling over their own feet on the dance floor. it was getting to a point where you thought you seriously might have been wrong, or hallucinated him with how long you’d been searching for him. just when you were about to give up and go back to your friends, you turned on your heel and were frozen in your steps.

there he was, about three feet in front of you, the crowd bubbling around you like it was just you and rintarou in your own little world. “hey” you choked out, eyes wide at the real, unfiltered sight of him in front of you for the first time in months rather than just in memories on your phone.

“hey,” he breathed out, eyes unblinking as he stared at you, mouth slightly agape. he looked as if he wasn’t sure you were real. the feeling was mutual, you guess.

the two of you started to speak at the same time, both apologizing and encouraging the other to go first. you laughed slightly at the synchronicity of it all, and his eyes softened at the sound, a tension visibly leaving his shoulders. “i got you this,” he held out one of the drinks in his hand, passing you a pretty glass with your favorite drink in it.

“you remembered?”

“i remember everything about you.”

that was the last thing you remember before you were registering the slam of your back against the wall of his living room, one hand lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist and the other buried deep in your hair. his tongue still slid down your throat like it knew exactly where to go, his lips still soft against yours, and the deep groans leaving his throat still got you grinding your hips forward against his bulge just like always.

he kissed a wet, hot trail down your jaw to your neck, past your collarbone and to the mounds of your breasts, nipping his way along your skin, sure to leave purple and red blossoms in his wake. his hand moved from your thigh to your ass, squeezing the flesh to lift you up further. you dragged your hips closer to him, moving up and down as much as you could just to gather whatever friction you could get.

with only the one hand lifting you, he walked you over to his bedroom, laying you down on his bed and removing his shirt. you sat up slightly, balancing on your elbows as you took in the view, raking your eyes up and down his toned body. god, you missed that. he nodded towards you to undo his belt and the buckle of his jeans and you complied, pushing them down his legs. he quickly unzipped your dress, pleased to see you didn’t have a bra on underneath.

your phone started to ring beside you, neglected across the bed from where you lay, back arching and hands digging into rintarou’s hair, his head nestled deep between your thighs as his tongue worked you open. it rang periodically, presumably your friends, each time going unanswered, favoring your nth orgasm over a phone call.

it wasn’t until around the fifth time your phone rang that rintarou rolled his eyes. he was halfway inside of you, just finally pushing in after months of dreaming about the memory of this feeling and your friends calling was seriously killing the mood. he reached over and picked up your phone, sliding to answer and putting it on speaker. he nodded at you to speak.

“...hello?”

“yn! jesus christ, where are you?? why’d it take you so long to answer?”

“i was uh… asleep. yeah. i left a bit ago, started to get depressing and i have some errands to run tomorrow so…” you pressed a hand to your mouth to cover the sound of the moans threatening to spill past your lips as rintarou drilled deeper into you repeatedly.

“yeah, i know. you tend to get upset when you see someone who looks like rintarou and it’s not him so given how convinced you were that it was him there tonight i’m sure you’re upset. i know you miss him, i’m sorry. is there anything i can do? do you want me to come over? we can do a movie marathon.” your friend suggested sweetly, all while rintarou licked a stripe up your neck and bit down, hand reaching to rub circles on your clit while you spoke.

“no!” you jumped, rintarou having to bite his cheek to hold in a laugh. “it’s okay. i just kinda wanna be alone tonight, just sit with it, you know? that sounds really fun though, can we rain check for next weekend?”

“always. feel better, yn. love you!”

“love you more!” rintarou hung up the phone, immediately bursting into laughter.

“miss me that bad, huh? seein’ guys that look like me and cryin’? i bet nobody’s been able to get you off since me, right? do you sit alone at home and play with yourself? get mad that it doesn’t feel the same? bet you imagine my fingers inside you, don’t ya?” he cracked a shit eating grin, playfulness twinkling in his eyes.

“shut up rintarou, you know i missed you.”

“i missed you more.” he shifted his angle, driving himself deeper inside of you. his pace grew erratic with the way you were gripping him, his forehead dropping to your shoulder momentarily before looking up. he brought one hand to play with your hardened nipple, squeezing the flesh of your breast, other hand still toying with your sensitive clit.

your face twisted up in pleasure, eyebrows furrowing and back arching as you cried out his name. “rintarou, i’m so close please fuck don’t stop.”

he smiled but his cockiness faltered with the rapid development of his own orgasm, quickening his pace against your clit and leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

your nails clawed stripes down his back, arching so far into him that your chest was flush against his. his hips stuttered as they came to a slower pace, winding down as he fucked you through your orgasm.

he broke the kiss, the both of you panting to catch your breath. “holy shit.” you breathed.

“god, i missed this.” he sighed, smile returning to his face as he peppered kisses all over your cheeks. he slowly pulled out, wiping himself off with his discarded t-shirt and then scooping up the fluids that began leaking down your thighs, using his middle two fingers to shove them back up inside you.

“you still have my number, right rin?”

“how could i not?”

“good. wanna do this again.”

“‘m glad, i do too. you stayin’ here tonight? i’ll draw you up a bath, i still have all your things. know the exact temperature you like and everything.” he smiled, kissing your cheek softly.

“join me?”

“always.”

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