day 10 • footjob • suna rintarou

warnings: footjob (f->m), oral (m->f), masturbation, mild bratting, mild exhibitionism, mild voyeurism, praise

The moment you stroll into the living room in nothing but Suna’s big shirt, freshly showered after a day out getting a mani-pedi your boyfriend paid for, you know you have his attention even if he pretends not to notice you.

His eyes are focused on the TV, headset on and talking quietly to his friends while playing some kind of video game. He dies almost immediately after you enter, sighing and casting a glance your way when you grow closer and cross in front of him, falling flat on the rest of the empty couch from where he occupies the corner.

You sigh and wiggle around in an overplayed act of getting comfortable. You shoot him a glance when you finally settle and curl your legs up, the bottom hem of his shirt rucked up around your hips. Just before his character respawns, his eyes dip down to what he can see of your pussy past your crossed calves, catching your gaze just for a second before he turns his back to the screen.

His lips purse but he says nothing. He lifts his arms up without a word, letting you situate your feet in his lap.