i don’t give a shit that he’s 6’2 i want him MOANING and WHIMPERING

unraveled.

— caleb is a wolf, wild and angry and needing to devour everything in his path, but for you? he folds his ears back and cages his teeth behind bitten lips.

— puppy play, use of "ma'am / mistress" as a title, edging, mindbreak, footjob, dry humping, body worship. mean-ish femdom tease reader / manipulative forced sub caleb kinda but you are both #CRAZY so it does not matter. this is very different from what i usually write about i triiiieeeeed 💔

I love when you find an author who just has a good flavor to their writing. It could be the way they handle characters, the way they use certain tropes or themes, even the specific lilt of their words. Its familiar and comforting and carries across different stories, like coming back to a place of comfort and recognizing the furniture.

love seeing men being compared to dogs 🙏

Somethin about having a big guy, who’s scary, menacing, buff and tuff in between your legs with tears pouring from his eyes that look up with you in adoration. As he uses his mouth on you like his life depends on it, he doesn’t need air, no no he needs you to cum. Make sure you pull his hair nice and hard when you do, it makes it much more satisfying. Especially when he’s humping the mattress underneath him desperately trying to gain friction. But he’s stilly your big tough guy! Definitely…

Characters: Nanami, Choso, Abbachio, Jotaro(part 4-6), Beel, Ghost, (any big monster), Diavolo, tbh- any big tiddied himbo-

Cracking the Code Pt 2 ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Rinarou Suna

Part 1 here

rating: NSFW

wc: 2600

Summary: After leaving Suna desperate and wrecked at a party, you run into him at the gym, only to tease and deny him again bc your evil

₊⊹ CW: sub!suna, suna being a mess, good boy used a lot, edging, kinda public, and y/n is a baddie

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18!

₊⊹ A/N: definitely cooking up a part three… I wanna put him in some lingerie hehe

You weren’t even thinking about Suna when you walked into the gym that afternoon. Honestly, you’d almost forgotten about the way you’d left him hanging at that party—well, not forgotten. The memory of his wrecked expression, the way his body had trembled under your touch, was still seared into your mind. But you’d moved on.

Suna, on the other hand…

You spotted him immediately. He was leaning against the squat rack, water bottle in hand, wearing a loose tank top and shorts that did absolutely nothing to hide the way his body was strung tight with tension.

And he was staring right at you.

You felt it the moment his eyes locked on you—like a physical pull, drawing you in. But you didn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it. Not yet.

Instead, you ignored him, walking past without so much as a glance, heading straight toward the treadmill.

But you could feel him watching you.

The weight of his gaze followed you as you stretched, adjusted your ponytail, and climbed onto the machine. You kept your pace slow, giving yourself time to settle in, but your mind was already miles ahead.

How long can he last this time?

Five minutes.

That’s all it took.

You heard the shuffle of footsteps behind you, followed by the distinct sound of a water bottle being set down a little too hard on the machine next to you.

“Y/n.”

His voice was low, controlled—too controlled.

You didn’t look over, but you felt the corner of your mouth twitch. Oh, he’s still trying? Cute.

“Rintarou.” Your tone was cool, casual, like you hadn’t worked him up and abandoned him last weekend.

“Been avoiding me?”

That made you glance over—just for a second.

Suna was leaning against the handlebars of the treadmill, arms flexed just enough to make it clear how tense he was. His jaw was clenched, his lips pressed into a thin line, but his eyes…

His eyes were pleading.

“Why would I do that?” You arched a brow, your tone light, playful. “I didn’t realize I was supposed to be keeping tabs on you.”

“Y/n…” His voice was quieter this time, strained.

Ah.

There it was.

You slowed the treadmill, stepping off and grabbing your water bottle before turning to face him fully.

“Something wrong, Rintarou?” You kept your tone innocent, but the way you crossed your arms, tilting your head just enough to make him feel small—that wasn’t innocent at all.

Suna’s jaw worked as he tried to find the words, his eyes flickering down to the floor for a split second before meeting yours again.

“I…” He swallowed hard, and fuck—his throat was dry.

You stepped closer, just enough to invade his space, your body brushing lightly against his.

“Use your words, baby.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it was enough to make his breath hitch.

“I can’t…” His voice cracked, and his head dipped down, his forehead almost brushing against yours.

“Can’t what?”

“Can’t stop thinking about it.” His confession was so quiet, so raw, that it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Thinking about what, Rintarou?” You knew exactly what he meant, but you weren’t going to make this easy for him.

Suna’s eyes lifted, and the desperation in them was impossible to miss now.

“You,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “That night. The way you…” His breath caught, and his jaw clenched again, but this time, he didn’t look away. “I can’t get it out of my head.”

A wicked smile tugged at your lips, and you leaned in just enough for your breath to ghost over his lips.

“Aw.” Your voice was soft, but the satisfaction dripping from it was impossible to miss. “Poor baby.”

Suna’s hands flexed at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to grab you—like he was begging for permission to touch you.

“Please.”

The word was barely a whisper, but it was enough to make your pulse spike.

“Please what, Rintarou?” Your lips brushed against his, so close but not giving him anything. “Tell me what you want.”

Suna’s eyes fluttered shut, his breathing uneven, and when he spoke again…

“Please,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “Let me be good for you.”

Fuck.

You had him. Again.

And this time, you weren’t going to let him off so easy.

You tilted your head, letting his words hang in the air for a moment, savoring the way his body was practically vibrating with anticipation. His jaw was clenched so tight it looked painful, and his hands were fisted at his sides, like he was physically holding himself back from reaching for you.

“Hmm.” You dragged a single finger down his chest, tracing the defined lines through his tank top, and felt the way his muscles tensed under your touch. “You want to be good for me, huh?”

“Yes.” His voice was hoarse, strained, like he was barely holding it together. “Please.”

“Please what?” Your nails scratched lightly over his abs, just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. “I don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.”

Suna’s eyes fluttered shut for a second, his lips parted as he fought to steady his breathing. When he opened them again, there was nothing left of that cocky, unaffected façade he always wore.

Just raw, unfiltered need.

“I can’t…” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard, trying to keep it together. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“About what?” Your lips brushed against his jaw, and the shiver that ran through his body made your core ache.

“About…” His breath caught as you dragged your nails down his stomach, lower, until they teased just above the waistband of his shorts. “About the way you…”

“Made you fall apart?” you murmured, lips grazing his ear, and the soft, broken noise that slipped past his lips sent a thrill down your spine.

“Yeah.” His voice was barely a whisper now, and his hips pressed forward, chasing your touch. “Please.”

“Aw.” You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, your smile wicked as you watched him crumble for you. “Look at you.” You dragged your fingers up his chest again, watching the way his body shuddered under your touch. “You’re already falling apart, and I haven’t even touched you properly.”

Suna’s breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered shut again—like he was trying to ground himself. But it wasn’t working.

“Rintarou,” you murmured, your lips brushing over his, so close but not giving him anything. “What happened to all that control you’re so proud of?”

“I…” His voice was barely there now, and his body was trembling, his restraint hanging by a thread.

“Gone already?” You cupped his jaw, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to meet your gaze. “Poor thing.”

“Y/n…” His eyes were glassy, lips slightly swollen from how hard he’d been biting them, and his breathing was ragged—completely at your mercy.

“Shh.” You dragged your thumb over his bottom lip, watching as his mouth parted for you instinctively. “I’m not done playing with you yet.”

Suna’s body practically sagged against you, his forehead almost brushing against yours as he exhaled a shaky breath.

“Please.” The word was barely a whisper, but the way he said it—like he was ready to drop to his knees for you right there in the gym—sent a pulse of heat straight to your core.

“Alright, baby.” You dragged your nails lightly down his chest again, feeling the way his body shuddered under your touch. “But not here.”

His eyes snapped open, and you saw the flicker of confusion mixed with frustration—like he was barely holding on.

“W-Where?” His voice was breathless, shaky.

“Come with me.” Your smile was sweet, but the glint in your eyes was anything but. “And be a good boy.”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond. You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers through his, and led him out of the gym without a word.

Suna followed without hesitation, his body tense, practically vibrating with anticipation.

You didn’t go far.

The locker room was empty—mid-afternoon on a weekday meant most people were either in class or already gone.

Perfect.

You pushed open the door and pulled him inside, backing him up against the nearest row of lockers before he could even process what was happening.

“Y/n—”

“Shh.” You placed a finger over his lips, silencing him.

Suna’s breath was ragged, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at you, waiting—begging—for whatever you were about to do to him.

“You’ve been such a mess since that night, haven’t you?” Your voice was a whisper, but it echoed in the empty space, filling the air between you.

Suna swallowed hard, his jaw clenched as he fought to keep his composure—but you could see how badly he was losing that battle.

“Can’t sleep,” you murmured, dragging your nails down his chest again. “Can’t focus.”

His breath hitched.

“Been thinking about me every time you touch yourself, haven’t you?”

Suna’s body jerked at that, his head falling back against the lockers with a soft thud as a strangled noise slipped past his lips.

“Fuck.”

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as your fingers dipped just below the waistband of his shorts, teasing but not giving him what he wanted.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Your voice was pure sin, dripping with satisfaction. “Thought you could handle me.”

“I can’t…” His voice was barely there now, strained and shaky, and his hips pressed forward, chasing your touch. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Touch me.” His head tilted forward again, his forehead almost brushing against yours. “I—” His breath was ragged, desperate. “I need you.”

You smiled, dragging your nails lightly down his stomach again, just barely grazing over where he was already painfully hard.

“Hmm.” You tilted your head, pretending to think about it. “I don’t know, Rintarou.” You met his gaze, your lips curling into a wicked smile. “Do you deserve it?”

“Please.” His voice cracked, and for the first time, you saw something in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat—complete surrender.

“Good boy.”

And just like that, you had him.

The moment the words left your lips, Suna’s body melted into your touch, his head dipping forward until his forehead was almost brushing against yours. His breathing was ragged, uneven, and you could feel the way his body trembled under your hands—completely at your mercy.

But you weren’t going to make this easy for him.

Not yet.

“Hmm.” You dragged your nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed with anticipation. “I guess I could give you a little something…”

“Please.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and the way his hands twitched at his sides—like he was dying to touch you but knew better—made your core ache.

“Such good manners.” Your lips brushed over his jaw, your breath ghosting over his skin as you trailed soft kisses down his neck. “Maybe you do deserve a reward…”

Suna’s breath hitched when your hand finally slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts, fingers wrapping around him with just enough pressure to make his knees buckle.

“F-Fuck.” His head fell back against the lockers with a soft thud, and his lips parted as a strangled moan slipped past them.

“Aw, look at you,” you murmured, your voice dripping with satisfaction as you stroked him slowly, deliberately, just enough to make him ache. “So desperate already.”

“Y/n…” His voice was barely there now, and the way his hips bucked into your hand made it painfully obvious just how close he was to losing control.

“Shh.” You tilted your head, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear. “I’m in charge, remember?”

Suna’s whole body shuddered, and the broken moan that escaped his lips sent a pulse of heat straight to your core.

“Y-Yes.” His voice was strained, and you felt his hips jerk again, chasing your touch even as he tried so hard to hold back.

“Good boy.” You tightened your grip just a little, dragging your thumb over the head of his cock, and the whimper that spilled from his lips was downright sinful.

“F-Fuck,” he breathed, his head tilting forward again, his forehead almost brushing against yours as he struggled to keep himself together.

“You’ve been thinking about this all week, haven’t you?” You kept your strokes slow, teasing, just enough to make him ache.

“Y-Yeah.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and his breathing was so uneven now, you could feel how close he was.

“Been touching yourself to the memory of me?” Your tone was sweet, but the wicked smile tugging at your lips said otherwise.

“Y-Yeah.” His head dipped lower, and the soft, broken noise that slipped past his lips made you ache for him.

“Poor thing.” You dragged your lips down his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just enough to make him shiver. “Bet it wasn’t enough, was it?”

“N-No.”

“Bet you still felt empty afterward.”

Suna’s whole body trembled, and the whimper that spilled from his lips was so soft, so wrecked, that it made your core throb with need.

“Y/n…” His voice was broken now, barely above a whisper.

You tightened your grip again, your strokes picking up just enough to have him teetering on the edge.

“You close, baby?”

“Y-Yeah.” His hips bucked into your hand, and his breathing was so uneven now, you knew he was seconds away from falling apart.

“Gonna be a good boy and come for me?”

“Please.” His voice cracked, and his eyes fluttered shut as his body tensed, his muscles coiling as he chased that release.

“Hmm.” You pressed your lips against his jaw, your hand still working him expertly.

And then—

You let go.

Just like that.

You stepped back, pulling your hand away completely, and the choked noise that tore from Suna’s throat was downright devastating.

“W-What—” His eyes snapped open, wide and glassy with desperation as he stared at you, his body still trembling, so fucking close he could taste it.

“Aw.” You pouted, tilting your head as you watched him fall apart in front of you. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Y/n…” His voice was a wrecked, broken whisper, and his hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing a touch that was no longer there.

“Did you think I was gonna let you finish?” Your smile was downright wicked now, and the way Suna’s eyes pleaded with you made your core ache.

“P-Please…” His body was shaking, his muscles tense as he fought the urge to touch himself—because he knew better.

“You didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?” You leaned in, brushing your lips over his ear again, and the shiver that ran through his body was impossible to miss.

“Y/n…” His voice cracked, and you could feel how close he still was, teetering on the edge but unable to fall.

“Not yet, baby.” You pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, your tone soft but firm. “Be patient.”

And then—

You stepped back.

Suna’s eyes flew open, wide with disbelief, his lips parted as he struggled to catch his breath.

“W-Where…” His voice was barely there, broken and desperate. “Where are you going?”

You smiled sweetly, grabbing your water bottle and slinging your bag over your shoulder like nothing had happened.

“Class.” You winked, turning toward the door, but not before throwing one last look over your shoulder. “Be good for me, Rintarou.”

And then you left.

Leaving him there—desperate, wrecked, and aching for you.

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Cracking the Code ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Rintarou Suna

rating: NSFWish?

wc: 2,540

Summary: At a crowded party, you toy with suna, pushing him to the edge as he struggles to keep control. His cool facade crumbles, leaving him desperate and completely at your mercy.

₊⊹ CW: sub!suna x dom!reader, time skip college au, drinking implied, heavy dirty talk and flirting.

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: >18!

₊⊹ A/N: lots of teasing! No actual smut justttt yet ;)

Loud music thumped through the crowded living room, bass vibrating the floor as bodies pressed together in the dim light. You weren’t even sure whose party this was—probably someone from the volleyball team, given how many six-foot-somethings were milling around—but that wasn’t really your concern. Not when Suna Rintarou was leaning against the wall, drink in hand, looking like the poster child for nonchalance.

He was all sharp jawlines and half-lidded eyes, dressed in a black hoodie pushed up to his elbows, showing off the veins running down his forearms. He looked bored out of his mind, barely reacting when groups of girls wandered by, throwing glances his way.

But you caught it. The quick flick of his gaze when you stepped into his line of sight, the way his jaw tightened when you smirked at him.

Gotcha.

You didn’t go straight to him. No, that’d be too easy. Instead, you stayed just close enough to be noticed—close enough for him to see the way your dress hugged every curve, your fingers idly running along the rim of your glass. You felt his eyes on you, even when he pretended not to look, and when you finally closed the distance, it was with the confidence of someone who already knew the outcome.

“Not your scene?” you asked, tilting your head as you leaned against the wall beside him.

“Something like that,” he murmured, voice low and smooth, but you caught the way his fingers tapped once against his cup—nervous.

“Yet you’re still here.” Your gaze dragged lazily over him, just enough to make him aware of it.

“Had nothing better to do,” he said, lips twitching like he was fighting a smirk.

“So if I gave you something better to do…” You let the words hang, watching the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed.

Suna blinked, his expression carefully blank, but you could see the heat in his eyes, the tension in his posture. He thought he was so good at hiding it, but you could tell he was already unraveling.

“Depends,” he murmured, finally meeting your gaze. “What exactly are you offering?”

You leaned in, just close enough that your lips brushed the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you let me show you?”

His breath hitched. Barely. But it was there.

And that was all the invitation you needed.

You dragged your nails lightly down his arm, watching goosebumps rise in their wake. He didn’t move, but the muscle in his jaw clenched, and his grip on his cup tightened.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?” you teased, voice just loud enough for him to hear over the music.

“Not really.” His tone was flat, but his body told another story.

“Hmm.” Your nails grazed down to his wrist before you backed off, giving him just enough space to miss the contact.

His exhale was slow, controlled—but his knuckles were white around his drink now.

“Sure,” you murmured, biting back a smile. “Whatever you say, Suna.”

For the next twenty minutes, you toyed with him. Casual touches as you ‘accidentally’ brushed against him. Leaning in close to speak over the music, your lips just grazing his jaw. Each time, he stayed still, forcing his body not to react. But you saw the way his pupils dilated, how his breathing grew just a little heavier.

“You’re really trying hard to keep it together, huh?” You finally prodded, tilting your head, eyes meeting his.

Suna’s smirk was lazy, but there was tension in his jaw. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, but you do.” Your hand trailed lightly down his chest, nails barely scraping over the fabric. His body betrayed him with the slightest shiver. “You’re dying to see what happens if you let go, aren’t you?”

For the first time, he didn’t answer immediately. His lips parted like he was going to speak, but nothing came out.

You leaned in close again, lips brushing the corner of his mouth. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Rintarou.”

His exhale was shaky, and when you pulled back, his eyes were darker than before.

“I’m not,” he muttered, but his voice was hoarse, giving him away.

“Liar.”

And this time, when your hand skimmed over his waistband, lingering just a little too long, his jaw clenched—and his breath stuttered.

Got him.

“You can keep playing cool,” you murmured, your smile nothing short of wicked. “But I know exactly how bad you want me to ruin you.”

Suna’s eyes finally met yours, and for the first time all night, the facade cracked.

“Prove it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

“Prove it, huh?” Your lips curled into a smirk as you tilted your head, eyes locked on his. The challenge in his voice was weak at best, but the way his breathing had quickened, the subtle shift in his stance—like he was trying to ground himself—told you everything.

“Careful, Rintarou.” You dragged your nails down his chest again, slower this time, just enough pressure to make him feel it through the fabric. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I can handle it.” His voice was low, but there was a slight tremor in it, one he tried to hide by taking a slow sip of his drink.

You watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, eyes flickering down to where your body was still angled just a little too close. The heat between you was palpable, and when he set the cup down on the windowsill behind him, his hand was just a little unsteady.

“Handle it?” You leaned in, your breath ghosting over his skin. “You’ve been holding yourself together all night, Rintarou. But I wonder…” Your fingers danced down his torso, tracing the defined lines through his hoodie. “How long can you really last?”

You felt him tense under your touch, muscles coiling like a spring wound too tight. But he stayed silent, biting the inside of his cheek, eyes hooded and half-lidded like he was bored.

But that was the thing about Suna.

He wasn’t bored. He was trying not to fall apart.

And he was failing.

“Nothing to say?” you murmured, letting your lips graze the shell of his ear. “That’s okay.” Your fingers slipped lower, brushing just above the waistband of his jeans. “I like it better when you get all quiet and obedient for me anyway.”

His exhale was shaky this time, barely audible over the bass pounding through the walls, but you caught it. His jaw clenched so hard you were sure it was starting to ache, and his hands fisted at his sides like he was fighting the urge to grab you.

“Oh, you’re trying so hard, aren’t you?” Your voice was pure sin, dripping with amusement as you dragged your lips down the side of his neck, barely grazing the skin. “But I can feel it, Rintarou.” Your teeth scraped lightly over his pulse point, and his body shuddered.

“Feel what?” His voice was hoarse, almost strained, but he was still holding on. Barely.

“How bad you want to give in.” Your tongue flicked out, tracing a slow line down his neck, and this time, he couldn’t hide it.

The soft, broken noise he made was barely above a whisper, but you heard it. And it sent a thrill down your spine.

“Poor thing.” You pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, and fuck—his pupils were blown wide, lips slightly parted, and his breath came in uneven, shallow bursts. “Trying so hard not to show me how bad you want it.”

“I don’t—”

“Liar.” Your fingers tugged lightly at the waistband of his jeans, and his hips jerked forward before he could stop himself.

That earned you a wicked smile.

“See?” Your nails scratched lightly along his hipbone, and he sucked in a breath, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to muffle whatever sound threatened to escape. “Your body’s more honest than you are.”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, but it wasn’t frustration—it was surrender, and you could hear it clear as day.

“Uh-uh.” You pressed a finger to his lips, stopping him. “I don’t wanna hear excuses.”

Suna’s jaw tensed, and his eyes met yours—defiance flickering there for a brief second. But that spark died the moment you dragged your nails down his stomach, and his breath hitched so hard it was almost a whimper.

“Still think you can handle it?” You cocked a brow, letting your fingers brush the outline of his growing arousal through his pants.

His answer was a shaky exhale, lips parted like he was about to speak—but nothing came out.

“Aw.” You cupped his jaw, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to look at you. His eyes were glassy, lips slightly swollen from how hard he’d been biting them. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Y/n…” His voice was barely a whisper, a plea wrapped in a single syllable.

“Yeah?” You dragged your thumb over his bottom lip, watching as his eyes fluttered shut at the touch.

“Don’t…” His voice trailed off, but you didn’t miss the way his hips shifted forward, chasing your hand.

“Don’t what?” You leaned in closer, lips brushing against his. “Don’t stop?”

A soft, shuddering breath was your only answer.

“Say it,” you murmured against his mouth, your hand sliding lower, pressing against him just enough to make his body jerk.

“Fuck—” His head fell back against the wall, and the sound that left his lips was so quiet, so broken, you almost felt bad for teasing him.

Almost.

“Say it, Rintarou.” Your teeth grazed his jaw, and you could feel his resolve crumbling.

“Don’t…” His voice was barely there now, and his body was trembling under your touch. “Don’t stop.”

“Good boy.”

That broke him.

Suna’s breath caught, and his body went rigid, like he was physically holding himself back from completely falling apart. But it was too late.

You had him.

“See?” Your lips ghosted over his ear again, voice dripping with satisfaction. “I told you…” Your hand pressed a little harder, and the strangled noise he made went straight to your core. “You can’t handle me.”

And the way Suna’s hips pressed desperately into your touch, his head tilted back, throat exposed as he fought to keep control—

You knew he was already gone.

“Now,” you murmured, lips brushing against his neck as your fingers slid higher, tangling in his hair. “Be a good boy and let me break you properly.”

And this time, Suna didn’t even try to fight it.

Suna’s body was practically vibrating under your touch, his breathing ragged, chest rising and falling too fast as he struggled to hold on. But he was losing. Fast.

“Look at you,” you murmured, dragging your lips down his jaw, your breath hot against his skin. “Trying so hard to keep it together.”

His jaw clenched, and you could feel the way his body tensed—every muscle coiled so tight, he was practically trembling.

“But I wonder…” Your fingers trailed back up his chest, slow and deliberate, until they brushed over his throat. You didn’t apply pressure—just enough contact to make him aware of how easily you could take control.

Suna’s breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment before snapping open again.

“Hmm.” Your thumb brushed lightly over his pulse, feeling the rapid thrum beneath your fingertips. “What happens if I just… stop?”

The tension in his body snapped so fast, it was almost audible.

His eyes shot open, and for the first time all night, that lazy, detached mask he always wore was completely gone.

“Wait—”

But you were already pulling back, putting just enough distance between your bodies that he couldn’t chase the contact.

“Aw.” You tilted your head, lips curling into a wicked smile as you watched the panic flash in his eyes. “Something wrong, Rintarou?”

“Don’t.” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but the desperation in it was undeniable.

“Don’t what?” You feigned innocence, licking your lips as your gaze dipped down to where he was still painfully hard, his body screaming for relief. “Use your words, baby.”

Suna’s jaw clenched so tight you thought he might crack a tooth, but his pride was slipping fast. His fingers twitched at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to grab you and pull you back against him.

“Don’t…” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to steady his breathing. “Don’t stop.”

His voice was quieter this time, barely there—but you heard it.

And it was exactly what you’d been waiting for.

“Hmm.” You dragged a single finger down his chest, just barely skimming the surface. “But I thought you could handle it, Rintarou.”

“I—” His voice cracked, and he quickly bit his bottom lip, trying to compose himself.

But it was too late.

You could see the way his body was betraying him—his breathing uneven, pupils blown wide, skin flushed in a way that told you he was barely holding it together.

“Poor thing.” You brushed your lips against his ear, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re already falling apart, aren’t you?”

Suna’s breath caught, and his head tipped back just slightly, exposing the curve of his throat. His body was practically begging for more, but he didn’t dare move.

“Good boy,” you murmured, letting your lips barely graze his skin again—just enough to leave him wanting. “I knew you’d break for me eventually.”

And just like that, you stepped back.

Suna’s eyes snapped open, panic flashing across his face as the distance between you grew.

“Where are you going?” His voice was quieter now, almost… vulnerable.

You smiled, cocking your head to the side as you looked at him. His body was tense, his eyes dark with barely restrained need, and his lips were slightly swollen from how hard he’d been biting them.

“Relax.” You gave him a sweet, almost innocent smile that only made his jaw clench harder. “I’m not going anywhere.”

But then your gaze dropped to where he was still achingly hard, straining against his jeans, and your smile turned wicked.

“You, on the other hand…” You took a step back, watching the way his body leaned toward you, even as he tried to stay still. “Are gonna have to sit with that for a while.”

Suna’s breath hitched, and the soft, barely audible whimper that slipped past his lips was enough to make your core ache.

“Be a good boy for me, Rintarou.” Your voice was pure sin, dripping with satisfaction as you leaned in just enough to brush your lips against his jaw one last time.

“And maybe…” Your teeth grazed his skin, and his whole body shuddered. “I’ll let you beg for it later.”

When you finally pulled back, Suna’s eyes were glassy, his lips parted, and his body was practically trembling from the effort of holding himself together.

“Fuck,” he whispered, voice barely audible.

“See you around, Rintarou.” You winked, turning on your heel and leaving him standing there—wrecked, desperate, and completely at your mercy.

And you didn’t even need to look back to know…

He was already counting down the minutes until he could fall apart for you.

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i'm so far on the horny and fanfic side of tumblr that sometimes i forget that people post other things on here

”okay but are you normal about-“ no. I’m an insane pervert.

BTW i see these posts all the time like "ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics.." and every response is "keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3" and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!

but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?

genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.

LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.

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