roommate!suna who steps behind you as you reach up on your tiptoes for a glass in the cabinet above your sink, placing his hands on either side of you and pressing his face into your neck. you freeze, slowly lowering, but as you do you feel him—hard and so warm, behind you, caging you in. he presses himself into you, his thin sweatpants allowing you to feel his cock rubbing against the plush swell of your ass.
you’re wearing an oversized t-shirt—his, probably, and a pair of panties that have definitely seen better days, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t throbbing at the feeling of him pressed up behind you.
“s — suna?” you ask, voice a barely there whisper.
“hm?” he replies, rocking his hips a little.
the two of you had been sneaking glances at each other since the day you moved in together, but somehow you’d gone more than a year without crossing the invisible line drawn in the sand.
well, you had up until a week ago when you’d slipped into the bathroom while suna was showering. you had every intention of covering your eyes, only rushing into the bathroom to grab your eyelash curler, but when your gaze turned towards the shower door, your knees nearly buckled.
suna had one hand pressed on the glass, his head tilted back, dark hair stuck to his face, and his other hand wrapped around his thick cock.
dumbly, you just stared, the scene playing in front of you one you’d only dreamed about before. you were so focused on the way he gripped his cock that your grip on the eyelash curler slackened, the metal clattering to the floor.
suna opened his eyes but didn't stop stroking his cock as he stared at you from beyond the glass, his brown eyes now locked on yours while his brows furrowed the closer he got to tipping over the edge.
you thought about doing something, anything besides just standing there — maybe taking your top off and pinching your nipples, or sliding your shorts down your legs to show him the now obvious wet spot on the front of your panties. but you couldn’t break free from whatever fucked up spell you were under.
you watched as he cums all over the shower door, his lips silently mouthing your name. he’s breathing hard after, his forehead tipping forward to press against the glass.
you blink, and suddenly the spell is broken. within seconds you’re quickly backing away, heading quickly back towards your bedroom, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it.
but that was a week ago, and suna hadn't acted any differently with you since. so you had tried to forget that it happened, which pretty much proved to be impossible because every night for the past 7 days you’ve laid in bed, fingers deep inside your pussy while you play back suna fucking his fist in the shower until you cum, hand covering your mouth to muffle his name which inevitably spills past your lips every single time.
“what…” you trail off, a moan slipping past your lips when he slides his hands to your hips, fingers digging into your sides.
“I can’t pretend I don’t want you anymore,” he says by way of explanation, pressing a quick kiss to the spot behind your ear. you gasp, your ass involuntarily pressing back into him. “and I know you want me too.”
and it’s the truth — you do want him, in more ways than one.
you’re nodding before you even realize, your brain turning all syrupy when he spins you around and slowly starts to pull your panties down. before you even realize what he’s doing, he’s kneeling at your feet, his hand sliding along your calf to plant your leg over his shoulder.
you stare down at him, his eyes boring into your own with a heated stare.
“this okay?” he murmurs, dark eyes flickering across your face to try to catch any sign of hesitation. you nod slowly, but he taps your ankle gently with his knuckles.
“nu-uh, baby, I want you to use your words,” he says softly, turning his head to the side to place a soft kiss to your calf.
you let out a small whimper, and the corner of his mouth tugs up a little.
“yeah,” you breathe, “‘s okay.”
“good,” he murmurs, and tugs you a little closer.
you lean back a little, the edge of the counter digging into your back, the bite of it the only thing keeping your sanity from slipping as the dark haired man at your feet starts to suck and bite up your legs, until he scoots forward a little and positions his mouth directly below your pussy. suna sits there for a few agonizing moments, his breath ghosting over the one place you want him the most, your body shuddering at the anticipation.
then he stretches up a little, noise bumping at your clit. you jolt, your hips tilting forward to meet his mouth as his tongue begins to lightly lap at you.
he moans, the sound vibrating through you, and begins to pick up his pace. without warning he takes your clit in his mouth and sucks, your hands flying to his hair as you tilt your head back and whine.
“suna,” you gasp, fingers digging into his scalp.
he laughs, the sound causing goosebumps to rise over every area of your skin.
and then he begins feasting like a man starved.
he slips an arm behind your back, forcefully pushing your hips closer to him, your body nearly folded in half. he alternates between sucking your clit and tongue-fucking you, the varying pressure and movements causing a pleasurable ache to grow in your core.
“‘m gonna cum,” you slur, tilting your head back and closing your eyes.
but suna halts all movements, and you feel a sharp sting on the inner corner of your thigh. “eyes on me baby,” he hums, and you obey, opening your eyes to look down into his dark ones. “good,” he murmurs, and resumes.
within seconds, an orgasm is rippling through you, your walls fluttering against suna’s tongue. he keeps going well after you’ve finished, the aftershocks lasting far longer than usual. when it becomes too much, you push him away gently with your heel, gazing down at him with your chest heaving.
he gazes back up at you, his eyes sparkling and his lips and chin covered in your slick. you throb at the sight of yourself all over him, his tongue poking out to lick at his lips. “whose bed? mine, or yours?” he asks, “‘cuz I’m far from done with you.”
