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sex with suna was fucking amazing.
you had only been officially dating for a few months, and yet his gentleness, his attentiveness with you had allowed him to somehow manage to learn things about your body that you yourself had not even discovered yet.
and the intimacy…
the way he talked so nasty in your ear whilst simultaneously showing you a different kind of love with his body.
he was always open to trying new things with you but the two of you were still only just creeping out of the "awkward" stage when it came to expressing your needs, wants and…fantasies with one another. it usually was a little nerve wracking. it was cute when he admitted to liking when you bit him during sex. and equally as embarrassing when you told him you liked having his hands on your ass in public. eventually either of you managed it out, whatever it was you wanted would definitely end up in a great night together
but this time it felt... different.
essentially, you felt like a whore.
the thought alone, it made your skin crawl but simultaneously made your heart race. it made your cheeks run hot. it made your stomach flutter.
for a while now, the same image had been replaying over and over in your head:
you wanted him to...hurt you. not like abuse you or anything. hurt might not even be the right word. mistreat maybe? whatever, you just wanted to be fuuucked.
pounded, freaked, drilled, turned out, put through the mattress.
you wanted his hands around your neck. you wanted that long, pretty dick slamming over and over and over and over and over again against your cervix. you wanted him pumping down your throat as your eyes glossed over and your mind went fuzzy. you wanted his spit dripping down your tongue. you wanted to hear him tellyou to swallow it. you wanted to feel like a toy. you wanted sex so filthy it was borderline pornographic.
but there's no way he'd be into it. or at least initiate it.
he treated you like you were the most precious thing in the world and gosh you loved him for it. your perfect, sweet, loving boyfriend always putting the emphasis on"making love" to you rather than just fucking you. but oh what you wouldn't give to just have him slap your ass and tell you to fucking take it.
"rin, i need you to fuck me like you hate me"
"you can be rougher with me"
"more, i need more"
there were a hundred ways to say it but each made you feel likelan absolute slut. and your entire body fell weak at the feeling. you could get drunk off of it. this humiliation, this pathetic desperation. but you wanted to feel it under him. under his tall frame. through his sexy voice. under his merciless touch.
he strolled behind you lazily, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. he greeted you the same way every time, his arms around your waist and three kisses, starting that the back of your neck, moving upwards to your the side of your throat and finally landing at your cheek. you loved it.
"hey baby" his voice like treacle dripping across your ear.
you can tell by the way his fingers linger past the laced hem of your panties a second too long that he wanted you. right then and there. your breath shuddered. now's your chance right?
you turn to face him, looking up at him with your face flushed. he could practically hear your heart thumping.
"woah mama what's up? why'd you look so spooked?" he lets out a soothing chuckle as his hands come up to cup your face and his thumbs run around your cheek. you have to stop yourself from literally melting into his hands.
instead, you huff, straightening yourself before grabbing one of his hands from your cheek and placing it firmly around your neck. his eyes widen and his cheeks blush.
"uh-"
"shh."
you stop him. and clear your throat.
the way your throat bobs up and down against the palm of his hand leaves him breathless. he can feel his pelvis tingling with that familiar warmth. i like where this is going he thought.
"wait…there's something i want to try." your gaze falls to the ground, chin settling on his hand, attempting to hide the shame on your face. god this was embarrassing. and not yet the good kind of “sexy" humiliation that you craved but the "falling down the stairs in public" kind of embarrassment.
"i want you... to be rough with me." your voice is so low that if it wasn't for the vibrations of your throat against his hand, he’d barely be able to make out your words.
"i want it now. i want you to…hit me…i want you to fuck me till i cry... make me choke, make me beg, be...mean to me, fuck my face call me names, tie me up. just give it to me. please.." admittedly, you got a little carried away with your description and by the end of it you were completely out of breath, both from the subtle tightening of his grip around your neck and the speed of your worlds tumbling out of your mouth. but it sparked a little confidence in you. "i can take it i promise".
a beat of silence.
you look up at him expecting to be met with shock or disgust but instead he's...smirking. his bottom lip is caught just under his teeth, lips curling in a smirk that you've never seen from him before.
"you serious?" his brows furrow as he nods towards you questioningly. you're mesmerised. this was an expression of his that you'd never seen before. his usual lazed expression, soft, gentle. it was now predatory.
disgust
arousal
lust
disdain
it was a mixture of all the above. it was everything you've ever wanted.
"i'm serious." you nod back eagerly. too eagerly. like some desperate little whore.
if the shoe fits i guess.
a few seconds pass as he scans your face for a hint, any hint, of uncertainty, but of course you show none. this is exactly what you wanted. needed. craved. the heat prickling in your cheeks, the complete feeling of vunerablilty. it was fucking perfect.
his eyes fall to your lips and he licks his own. "you know..” sunas grip on your neck tightens just slightly, just enough for the air to catch in your throat. he pulls you towards him and tilts your head so his can fall into the crook of your neck. you can feel his warm breath ghosting past your skin. "i'd be lying if i said i wasn't tumed on right now"
his breath dances around your earlobe and you can feel his thumb caress your sterno. fuck, you nearly moan just from that.
but you don't. that would be pathetic. and he'd probably make fun of you. and you'd probably like it. anyways. focus.
"i'd also be lying if i said i hadn't already already thought about everything you just said," he slips your earlobe between his teeth, biting a little less than gently.
"more than once," a peck to your neck. just above where his thumbs rests.
"even dreamed about it a few
times" and he sucks. hard. instantly glazing over the jagged pain with his cool tongue.
"dreamed?" you breathe. of course it comes out weak, staggered and pathetic. he knows exactly what he's doing to you. knows your favourite pulse points to be kissed on; licked on, sucked on, he knows how to drop his voice in a way that has you wet without him lifting a finger. it's unfair the way he could undo you so fast, even when getting into new untouched territory like this. but then again, this is the suna your body and mind have been craving.
"mhmm" he purrs, low and steady. "you know i love you hm?" a kiss to the side of your lips. you smile and nod. "but i think about fucking you like it's the opposite," his hand has shifted to the front of your neck, leaving the side exposed for him to leave a trail of wet kisses down between words.
"makin’ you scream my name…”rin, rin, rin"," he mocks your breathlessness when he says it, breathing it the same way he breathes yours when you're beneath him. it makes you want to steal the words right from his lips.
"over and over again while getting ruined by this dick you love so much"
without a second thought you crash your lips into his. it's aggressive and hungry and feral and messy and wet and so fucking sexy. he groans into your mouth as you whine into his, the both of you getting drunk off the tastes of eachother.
and after a little, he smirks against your lips, stopping the kiss and pulling back.
no.
you want more.
you chase his lips with your lips parted, tongue hanging like a needy little puppy. you're pathetic. and you love it. he loves it.
"aw look at you," he grins as he brings his hands up, pressing two fingers to your tongue. obviously you start to suck.
"it's a shame that you were hiding this side of you from me all this while" an obvious tone of faux innocence with a pout equally as pretend. “if i knew you were this nasty i’d have tried this way sooner” you swirl your tongue around his fingers followed by a hard suck in response, communicating nothing but desire.
you want him. you want him everywhere.
you manage to get his expression to falter for a split second at the sensation.
"fuck." he whispers as his eyes fixate on your pretty pink lips suctioned around his fingers.
without warning, he rips his fingers from your mouth and immediately grabs your waist, lifting you up and draping you across his shoulder.
you're thrown onto the bed within seconds. he crawls over you as your chest heaves up and down.
fuck this is actually happening
"i guess it would be fair to give you what you asked for huh since you asked so nicely?” you can barely even hear what he's saying. belt unbuckling, fabric rustling, clothes falling to the floor, hot heavy breathing; the only sounds that seem to fill your head. the sounds you hear only in moments like this. sounds that promise a long night of nothing but pleasure.
you're snapped out of the thought by a hand grabbing your face. "you're not even fucking listening" he chuckles, genuinely amused by your distraction.
it’s a little scary.
"I'm thinking about what you're gonna do to me" you pant, looking directly into his dark, brooding eyes.
that smirk. that evil, sexy, smirk creeps back onto his face. it makes your stomach turn in both fear and need.
"who says i'm giving you anything?" he snarls.
"don't do this to me" you frown. you fucking need him. so so bad. you're so eager, so willing and his teasing isn't doing anything but fueling your craving.
“eh that’ll depend" he shrugs. he leans back and spreads your legs beneath him, his hands gripping your thighs. the way his eyes trail over you knocks the wind right out of your lungs. you can't take this anymore.
"on?" you whine.
"you know how to beg?" he drags each word out as if to savour them in his mouth and something lights up in his eyes. he's as hungry as you you can feel it.
you nod. this is what you've been waiting for.
“then show me.” he purrs, his voice nothing but lustful. “show me you can beg for what you want”
he stares into your eyes, his cheeks red, brows just slightly furrowed and lips wet and flushed from the kiss earlier, just a little parted, his chest raising up and down as if he couldn’t get enough of the air in the room.
he looks so fucking good.
tongue sliding between his lips, he palms his already aching boner through his pants with one steady hand and spreads your legs wider with his other. he had stripped you completely naked, keeping only his own underwear on.
he had a full view of you. everything on show, just for him. you’ve never told him directly but this position, missionary, was your favourite for a number of reasons. the main one being because it felt so humiliating. he towered over you as you lay there all timid, watching, anticipating, wanting his every move. on complete display for him to take in every inch of you before you took every inch of him.
you had been thinking about this moment since you first laid eyes on him. imagining his long slender fingers down your throat. picturing him upright before you, pounding you until you saw stars. beautiful brown hair falling and rising in his face and yours as he railed you, that low sultry voice in your ear whispering all kinds of filth. and it was all finally here right infront of you. your boyfriend. your perfect, sweet, loving boyfriend . your filthy, sexy, delicious boyfriend. playing into your obscene fantasy and enjoying it just as much as you did.
you couldn't even begin to pinpoint what exactly it was that you wanted right now. the simple answer was: everything.
‘choke me again’
'i want your dick in my mouth’
'kiss me’
‘spit it my mouth’
‘slap me’
‘fuck me till i pass out’
the list could go on and on and on and the more you thought of it all, the wetter you got.
"i want…i want your fingers, please rin" you manage, bringing your knees up to your chest.
boring. here he was playing this role you fucking dreamed of, better than you could ever imagine, and yet your first plea is "fingers"
he chuckled and shook his head as he trailed a finger up along your entrance, catching the bead of slick that was just about to fall. "really?" pushing his middle finger inside you. slow. agonisingly slow. his bare torso kisses your bare chest as he leans into you, brushing against your nipples. he stops just before your face.
a gentle kiss, his tongue dancing along yours. then your bottom lip tugged between his teeth. "come on you can do so much better than that huh? you talk all dirty about how you wanna be slutted out so bad and that's the best you got? that’s a little pathetic don’t you think?” he breathes against your lips. before you can respond, his thumb brushed against your lower lip.
he sticks out his tongue.
parts your lips, his thumb hooking your jaw.
then he lets a small beat of spit drip from his tongue to yours.
holy fuck
the second it lands on your tongue, he curls his fingers inside you. “fuck!” you yelp, instantly swallowing it. why the hell did that feel so good. your entire body, including your tongue, was on fire. every nerve ending buzzing, entirely engulfed in this newfound pleasure.
“aint enough for you is it?” he adds another finger and you clench around him. “so so greedy” his free hand makes his way to your throat, pressing hard enough to hold you in place and let just enough air in you to keep you up to your senses.
he was right, he was so right. it wasn’t nearly enough but the only way to get what you want, is to ask for it. “rintarou, m-my mouth, i want it in my mouth. please?” you strain.
“want what?” he pulls his fingers out of you to free his throbbing dick through the fly of his boxers, coating it in your drool and it makes a loud thwack as it snaps back up against his stomach.
dumbfounded, all you can do is stare. gawking at his pretty pink tip atop his long, borderline intimidating dick. the subtle taste, the bulky size, the pattern of veins along the side, the length you could barely ever take, your throat remembered it all and right now it wanted to choke around it more than anything.
“i asked a fucking question”
and he hits you.
a stinging palm landing right on your clit that sends shockwaves through your entire body and a loud moan to fall from your mouth. “mmph! your dick!”
immediately he notices the way your body reacts. legs instantly starting to tremble, clit pulsing, body jerking. “oh…you liked that didn’t you?” his eyes narrow. “you nasty nasty girl” he spits. fast, small smacks land again and again and again, gasps and moans leaving your mouth with every strike until you’re squirming in his grasp. “you like when i abuse this pretty clit baby?,” his voice fights over your moans. all you can do is nod with every followed slap.
teary eyes, practically drooling down his hand and a purely fucked out look that half begs him to stop and half begs him for more. “come on don’t give me that look,” he frowns playfully “this is what you asked for, you said you could take it” he finally removes his other hand from your throat and you gasp and choke at the feeling of the blood rushing back to your head. but before you can even fully catch your breath, his fingers, still soaked from your arousal, make their way up to your mouth and press down on your tongue.
“clean these off for me”
obviously you obey, sucking his fingers almost dry.
he removes his fingers and hooks his thumb in the side of your mouth.
“good girl. tongue.”
again, you obey. you can feel yourself throbbing at his commands. you knew you wanted this but you didn’t know it would turn you on so so much to be caught under him with your tongue out looking up at him like some begging slut.
he shifts over you and lines his cock up with your mouth, tapping it on your tongue a few times. strings and beads of precum bounce between with every plap.
“show me how well you can use that filthy mouth and i’ll think about rewarding you alright?” forming another little orb of spit before leaning over you and letting it fall onto your tongue. “keep it there, don’t swallow yet”
he thrusts himself into your mouth with the entirely of his length, with an airy guttural groan passing his lips as he does. immediately your eyes well, tears of pure pleasure clinging to your lashes as your throat struggles with his size. complete and utter bliss is all you feel right now. every thrust further fogging your mind. the feeling of being full of him, his tip kissing the back of your throat, you fucking love it.
and the sounds.
the room is filled with the gawking and squelching of your throat clinging around him. his gorgeous moans.
voice sultry and entirely pleased as he urges you on:
“just like that baby”
“look at those pretty lips around my cock, “you’re fucking perfect”
“you make me feel so good mama”
groans rough and feral as he sluts you all the way out:
“you look cute when you’re cock drunk”
“you love this shit don’t you”
“take that fucking dick baby, you know you can”
you have no idea how long or how little has gone by but he was definitely now getting close. his movements were as sloppy as the blowjob itself and when you finally opened your eyes his face was contorted in a way that expressed that kind of pleasure that was only experienced at the tingling buildup of a release.
“fuck y/n i’m gonna cum” he breathes, head falling back in ecstasy. “ah, fuckfuckfu- agh!”
his hands fly to the back of your head, plunging himself fully inside of your mouth as he pumps directly down your throat with a string of moans and groans.
you swallow. making sure not to let a single drop off your lips.
“good fucking girl” he smirks, wiping the corner of your lip as he slowly pulls himself out, still throbbing.
at this point you’re literally dripping, so much thag an actual puddle has formed on the sheets between your legs and as he repositions himself, his eyes lock straight onto it. “are you fucking serious?”
you really cant make out his tone. you can’t make out much anything to be honest. you can’t think of anything but him. you want him back in your mouth, you want- no need him inside you. you want him to kiss you again and to touch you again. “how much of a whore do you have to be to get this turned on just by having a cock down your throat?” he sounds disgusted. but he also sounds really turned on. whichever it is, you fucking like it.
before you can collect yourself, you’re flipped onto your stomach, his grip firm on your waist as he hoists your ass into the air. “remind me of what you said earlier” he smirks deliciously, grinding your dripping pussy up and down along his stiff shaft. “of how exactly it was that you wanted me to fuck you”
you bury your face into the pillow, eyes rolled in pure ecstacy as your sore clit brushes against him with every slow controlled movement. “f-fuck me stupid, please rintarou”
“mmmmmhm say my name like that again” he coos, his voice smooth and sultry. he lines himself up with your entrance, warm wet tip sliding between your lips as the mixture of your saliva and his precum mix against your juices, almost dripping out of you.
“rintarou…” you breathe, turning your head just enough to be able to lock eyes with him. the look on your face alone is almost enough for him to finish, right then and there. your eyes glossy, cheeks red. lashes sticky and wet from tears, brows furrowed with pleasure and need. it was pathetic, the way you stared at him as if you couldn’t go a second longer without him inside you. you could feel him twitching against your lips, his dick betraying his thoughts as his mind raced with filth.
with no hesitation he slams his entire length into you, a hot sensation shooting right through your body that causes you to yelp. “augh! fuck, rin”
he showed absolutely no mercy in his relentless pounding. drilling into you with a precision that brings you back to tears. he fucks the same spot over and over and over, pulsing cock ever so slightly ramming against your cervix with every pass of your g-spot.
“look at that pretty pussy, stretching so well” he grins at the sight of it. your walls gripped around him as if to stop him from slipping out.
“you’re just made for this dick aren’t you” he grits, jaw clenched and brows furrowed as he loses himself inside you. the slapping of his balls against your clit makes you twitch and clench around him with every plap and slap.
who knew you’d be so into getting your pussy slapped, whether it be his hands or his balls. the tingle it sent through your body was absolute bliss.
“jus- fuck! just like that, oh just like that” gluttural, desperate moans erupting between words that you can barely make out. he fucked so good. every stroke had you seeing stars. every filthy word causing your stomach to flip.
you were exactly where you wanted to be.
the tears streaming down your rosed cheeks did nothing but fuel him futher upon the sight of them. his palm was at the base of your back, deepening your beautiful arch in a way that let him fill you entirely “come on you can’t be crying already? this dick that good baby?”
“so- haa- fucking good” you cry into the pillow, tears staining the satin covers and your moans barely muffled by the fabric. he can feel you chasing your release. counting the beats between each clench of your walls around him right up to just when he knows it’s coming.
and then he stops.
both hands raising and falling to land a sharp spank on your both cheeks of your ass, your flesh rippling in his palms as he does so. “be a good little whore for me and fuck yourself on this cock”
his hands make their way back to the sides of your waist as he gives you a few encouraging thrusts. “show me how much you love it”
thats not fair. he knew how close you were, your legs were still trembling just barely managing to hold yourself up. you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence over your mewls and breaths anymore you were so fucked out. he knew-
another sting rips throughout the flesh of your ass
“fuck!”
“don’t make me fucking repeat myself”
“‘m- im sorry” you stumble. taking a second to gather your breath, you adjust your self slowly, lifting your ass a little higher just enough to angle the tip of his throbbing dick right up against your g spot. you hear the hitch in his breath when your body reacts to the sensation with a greedy clench around his length.
“cmonn lemme see you cum on this cock” he purrs as his fingertips graze down along the dent of your spine.
you start off slow. lifting your self off right up until you feel his tip just start to slip out of you. he winces at the way your walls try to suck him back in, pathetically clenching around nothing. and then slowly pushing yourself all the back down, feeling your ass kiss against his pevis as you take his every inch. every stroke has you gasping for air. the way he fills you, stretches you out so perfectly.
“mhmm that’s it just like that, good girl”
you’re used to him pounding you and sort of used to being on top sometimes but this was different. using him like this. you could tell he was studying you. the same way he always did, his eyes scanning over your every single detail, taking in the entirely of you.
“all of it, take it all you know you can do it”
you pictured his face as you bounced against him. he usually had the same kind of expression whenever you guys fucked. pupils blown, eyes darkened and oh so seductive, brows low and slightly knit. lips pink and glistening with the remains of a shared kiss usually caught just beneath his teeth. and he looked at you with such love in his eyes. admiring you as if the two of you were the only people left on earth. but now, you pictured him almost scowling. a sweet sort of disgust plastered across his face as he watched you whore yourself out on that pretty cock of his. the thought, the image alone grew your arousal, and unknowingly you had began to fuck against him at a much faster pace now.
“fuckk ” he chucked through a series of breathless moans. every clench around him sent a pulse through his lower body that just fucking wrecked him. the squelches and slaps turning the two of you on more and more as they filled your ears. gasp and moans fall from your mouth at the rhythm of your moments, heavier and heavier signalling the return of the orgasm he previously took from you.
“i know baby i know” he coos, voice smooth and soothing. his hands return to your waist and start feeling up around the curves of your waist. “you did such a good job for me im so proud” he punctuates the last word with a sharp breathtaking thrust. “pretty little whore takes dick so so well”
his rhythm, his words, his grip all drive you closer and closer to your finish, your body relishing on every sensation as every nerve ending lights up inside you.
“i wanna cum” you whine. you can barely make out the words with your desperate moans eating away at every syllable.
“how bad?” he’s close. his strokes are messy and wild. fast and needy.
“please rintarou, so bad please let me c- fuck! cum”
he snakes a hand around your body, lifting you upright so you arch against him and sliding his hand further till he reaches your throat.
the warm ghost of his breath brushes by your was as his head halls to your shoulder, nipping at and kissing on your earlobe.
“you can hold on a little longer hm?” you can feel him smirk against your skin. and no. you can’t fucking hold on.
“mmnh mnh,” in protest to his cruelty “i can’t tak-“
“yes you fucking can”
the kisses he leaves on your neck are wet, sinking teeth and sliding tongue into and along your skin with a greed only roughly satiated by your taste. “you’re gonna cum when i tell you to”
your legs buckle and your body fall into his grip. you clench around him as he drills into you, focusing on nothing but holding back the orgasm that was fighting its way through you. drooling, eyes rolled, breath shaky, body limp.
pure fucked-out bliss.
“10…9”
he starts counting down as he controls his strokes. he wanted this perfect. nothing rushed or messy, he wanted precision. he wanted to give you an orgasm you’d never forget. he drives into you slow and hard, pistoning into you so deep you swear you feel him in your stomach.
“8…7…6”
fuck hurry up
“5…4”
he sounds so good when he’s this close. moans and slow heavy breaths from the back of his throat. yet somehow his voice struck firm as he counted.
“almost there baby, you’re doing so fucking well. 3…2…”
a simple, weak “please” is all you can squeeze out between gasps and cries as he gets to the final number.
“1”
the sensation rips through your entire whole body as you finally let yourself go. your back bows as your body shakes. your jaw falls, a deep string of moans tumbling outz your eyes flickering shut. uncontrollably clenching in spasms around his now stilled dick as he simultaneously pumps inside you.
“thaat’s it ride it out for me” his voice echoing in the shell of your ear.
his hand shifts from your throat to cup your cheeks and you shudder as the blood flows back to your head.
that was fucking perfect.
you feel his cum leaking, dripping down onto the sheets when he pulls out. admittedly it kinda turns you right back on.
“aw what a waste” he pouts at the sight playfully.
“shut up” you giggle a little out of breath.
the two of you collapse back onto the bed, wrapped in eachothers arms, forming a puddle of ecstasy, love and lust.
“suna.”
“y/n” as he presses a kiss to your forehead
you lock eyes with him and can’t think to do anything but grin.
“good huh?” he smiles back, smug but equally as affectionate.