platonic thigh riding with suna. his deep voice praising you while you glide your cunt over his muscular pro volleyball player thigh, your juices making your panties stick to your lips as they cover his thigh while he flexes it off and on - 📔🌬️
"rin-"
"i know," he grunts. "'s okay. take your time."
you bury your face in the crook of his neck, feel his pulse race against your skin. he's sweaty, but not as sweaty as you. even in the dark of this room, in the loud bass of the music pounding around you, he's got you steady. one hand holding your body to his, the other guiding your hips back and forth along the thigh he has wedged between your legs. your back digs into the wall behind you, and your breath stutters when you feel his teeth graze along your shoulder.
you didnt intend to end up here tonight. you came to this party with him, both of you intending to drink the week away and have a good time and go home to your respective beds. just like you do every weekend.
but there was something about him tonight -- his cologne, his outfit, the way his fucking hair fell into his face as he held you close on the dance floor. you know that these parties are the best way for him to relax, the dark of the room keeping him from being recognized by ejp fans. but you hadnt expected it to be good for something else. you hadnt expected to look up into his eyes, both of you halfway to trashed, and feel like you wouldnt mind the night ending here.
you hadnt expected him to have the same thought. maybe you should have. twin flames and all that.
you'd let him pull you into a corner, let him use his massive frame to block out everyone else, let your body talk for you in a way that only he can hear.
and now here you are, letting him drag your cunt along his thigh, your panties soaked and the denim of his jeans wet underneath you.
"rin," you whimper again, clinging to him as he flexes and unflexes his thigh. "need more."
he laughs against your skin, already reaching between your legs and choking on his breath when you start to mess with the button on his jeans.
"lemme take you home," he tries, his voice thick.
you just shake your head, tears pricking behind your eyes. "cant wait."
his breath is hot against your skin, and he doesnt stop you when you catch the zipper and start to tug. "okay," he mumbles, moving his thigh from between your legs and yanking your panties to the side. "here, then."
