There’s a shine of wetness shimmering between your thighs, a mix of sweat and spit and slick that forms a sticky mess and leaves you trembling as your legs are pulled open and the hand slips back between them. You give a disgruntled noise to your boyfriend, only just letting his fingers slip through the mess and rub impatient circles over your clit and bottom lips, slipping in two long, rough digits as he shuffles closer to your body.

You’ve already mentioned a million times that you don’t like him doing it like this, right when you’re about to fall asleep on a thin mat next to Mikey’s couch, and yet every time he manages to time it out this way. His breaths are heavy and soft, light hair sticking to his forehead, damp and his eyes lidded. You shut your eyes as you bite through the feeling of that rough palm pressing hard on your clit and grinding the fleshy part of his palm against it with slow, deliberate motions. “Baby,” Sanzu grunts to your ear, “open wider.”

“I told you to cut- ah- cut it out,” you snap back, but you obliged anyway when he rubs a barely concealed hardness to your hip and lifts his upper body onto his elbow. They’re all sleeping, he promises faintly, uselessly, spreading your pussy wider with two fingers before slotting a third finger inside. It’s so hot, Sanzu’s long, lanky body pressed so close to you and radiating heat like no other, and your breathing is labored in turn, letting him almost crawl on top of you with how close he’s pressing to stuff his long fingers so deep and angle them right against the softer part of your walls. “Fuck, Sanzu.”

“Gonna cum for me? Cum on my fingers, go on, good girl.” His preemptive coaching is paired with a few hard tugs on your nipple under your shirt, back arching into his touch and legs trembling without control. It’s impossible to stay quiet without his help, so you quickly grab his head and pull him close, mouth onto yours to swallow most of the messy, wet sounds of your tongue meeting his. The taste of his spit on your tongue and the impatient bite he gives your lip paired with the incessant rubbing is enough to have you tumbling over the edge, quick and hard as your legs snap shut around his hand.

He seems to laugh into his kisses, rubbing hard but painfully slow through your high and letting you suffer through it as he goes, the mess between your legs dripping down his hand, your thighs, ass onto the mat. It is quiet safe for a few struggled breaths as he pulls his fingers out of you and slips the first into his own mouth, then pushing up to your lips and making you taste yourself and him. And though you whisper a quick thank you to his lips when he pecks them once more, a groan still comes from you when it’s immediately followed by more shuffling and he scoots you further up until your head is off the mat.

“No, Sanzu, what do you think you’re doing?” you whine softly, peeking at his smug grin when he situates himself between your legs and pulls them wide open again, nudging one leg up and prompting you to hold it for him. Of all the damn places he could think to do this. His glittering focus on your messy cunt doesn’t fail him, only when he drops his mouth to it again to lick a long stripe up your cunt and humming into it. You quickly glance to the end of the couch where your friend is still asleep, luckily, before letting a hand drop to your boyfriend’s messy bedhead.

“Making my little slut feel good,” he mumbles as he nuzzles into your cunny too lovingly, nudging his nose to your clit as he brushes slow, dedicated kitten licks over your sex. “Don’t I?” he chuckles when your leg pushes against his shoulder, fingers trailing the outside of your hole again and again. It’s teasing, he knows it, but it feels so damn good.

You nod and give a few noises of agreement when he brushes his tongue up again, before one hand grabs at your thigh and something cold takes the place of his fingers at your hole. It takes you a while to even place the feeling, having it coated with your slick and getting a bit warmer the longer it’s pressed to you, but it feels so foreign. You open your eyes and tug his hair gently, trying to maneuver his face away from your pussy long enough to get a look, but Sanzu sucks harder on your clit and keeps your hips down with his weight instead. “Good girl, look at you,” he pulls away to take a deep breath, smacking his lips and licking up the slick on his mouth, before resting his cheek on your thigh. “Gonna look so pretty, baby.”

“What’s that, babe?” you finally ask, pushing him aside to watch the slight glimmer of something metallic shine with your juices, but it’s too dark to really see anything. He chuckles, and drags the metal thigh up your thigh, poking you. It hurts, it’s sharp and it hurts and you wanna drop your leg back down, but he doesn’t let you. “Sanzu,” you snap now, harsher, only trying a little to keep your voice down.

“Shhh,” he grins though, biting down on the soft skin of your other thigh before letting go to place a few kisses on the tender area, “don’t wanna wake our friends, do you? Stay nice and still for me.” And then he finally pulls his sharp, calculated eyes from your face to look at his toy, pushing down. The sharp sting isn’t the worst of it, but that he doesn’t pull away, and you bite your hand to keep quiet, trying not to wiggle. “S…” he lifts his body and drags the knife sideways, not deep enough to wound you severely, but enough to draw blood that you can feel running down your leg and ass.

“Baby, -ahng- stop, please,” you mewl, turning your head away from him as tears roll warm and thick down your cheeks. He’s still toying at your clit though, still licking and sucking impatiently as he pushes down again and grunts each letter of his name, sounding more pained from the wait every second. “Hurts, Sanzu, -hng- ‘stings.” He hums, knowingly, but there’s nothing in him that seems to want to stop.

Worse even, his hold on you gets tighter, more demanding, and you know you’ll have bruises from under those deft fingers, but that’s a lesser worry now. His hips rutting against the mattress and sweat rolling down his back, eyes flicking from you to your heaving chest to your slicking pussy again and again.

“N… Z… U…” he finally sighs, voice low and gravelly and his eyes almost completely dilated, leaving only a thin ring of golden hazel around the black. “All done.” He waits for you to sob out his name, still trembling for him, before dropping out his tongue and licking up the small drops of blood from the cuts with one smooth move, moaning as he drops his head back. “All of you tastes so good, baby, holy fuck.” You want to be mad, but you can’t find it in yourself to speak up when he drops the knife aside and crawls back over you, pushing his mouth to yours and moaning.

The coppery taste is vile, but it washes away the longer he kisses you, the longer he moans against you and easily slides his soiled boxers down his legs, nudging the swollen, reddish head of his cock to your clit and mixing the wetness between your legs with his precum. “Now you can come on my cock, like a good little girlfriend. I know you want to,” he smugly adds, kissing your cheek and dragging his lips down your jaw, “you like anything I do.” He grabs his cock and pushes in slowly but surely, spreading you out wide as the head pops in past the ring of muscle.