descrip. nsfw. drunk!sapnap blurb. fem reader. your inebriated boyfriend who convinced you to fuck him yet again despite how drunk he is. p in v. riding.
”i love you.. love you so much..” he mutters the words as you grind your hips back down onto his, your hands flat against his chest, cunt squeezing his cock. ”i know sap..” you coo, leaning down to kiss his cheek. sapnap's hands pinch and wring at your sides, unable to pick one single spot to hold on to, his eyes beginning to scrunch up at the pleasure. ”how's my boy sweet boy feelin' hm?” your voice echoes in his ears, making him moan and his arms wrap around you, pulling your waist flush to his chest.
when you moan almost directly into his ear, it's almost like a switch goes off in his head and he's mumbled a yes before he starts lifting his hips up into your yours, making your cry out against his neck and your teeth graze his shoulder every now and then.
even in his inebriated, hazy state of mind he can feel when you start clenching around his cock the way you always do right before you cum.
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something anything about drunk sapnap ( maybe smutty) bc i know he’s just so touchy and always pushing himself up into his gf
inebriated
masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. drunk!sapnap.
a/n. ur right, here u go! :] (the quality of this isn't great but i'm trying to clear out my inbox)
first and foremost, i think sapnap tries not to drink to the point of being drunk, but sometimes it happens when he's partying late with his friends
he's still smart and instead of driving himself, he gets an uber / although he doesn't go home, he gets to your apartment
the banging on your door kept getting louder, and it didn't make sense, it was 3am. ”hold on.” you weren't quite yelling, but you were loud enough that the knocking subsided. opening the door revealed a very unbalanced sapnap. ”what're you doing here?” ”had a little too much to drink n' i-” he sniffled, ”i missed you.”
at first you just think he's a soft kind of needy, how he makes grabby hands and it always trying to be standing behind you with his arms wrapped snugly around your middle and his head buried firmly into the crook of you neck
at least until you feel his hardened cock rut against your ass and his lips plant themselves at the spot connecting your shoulder to your neck
”sap, c'mon, you gotta get some sleep.” ”nuh uh. would rather love you.” his hand begins to make big circles on your stomach, and if you weren't so turned on by everything happening you would've laughed at the feeling of fingers on your tummy.
always manages to convince you sleep with him no matter what
whiny, wrecked, flushed mess when he begs you to fuck him
”darlin' please..” sap turns you to face him, giving you the puppy eyes. ”baby- no!” it was already hard enough to say no to that pleading face, but then he got down on his knees, kissed your stomach and the look on his face had changed. he was desperate, needy. ”please doll, i need you. need to feel you darl' please..!” you swallowed, hard. ”fine.”
sloppy making out on the way back to the bedroom, although sometimes you have to stop at the couch, worried he'll fall over on the walk into the other room
you try to take it slow with him, get him to lie down and make sure not to make him dizzy when you remove both his and your clothes but he paws at your waist, at your chest, at your hips, begging you to please stop teasing him
descrip. nsfw. drunk!sapnap blurb. masc reader. your inebriated boyfriend who convinced you to fuck him yet again despite how drunk he is. blowjobs. handjobs.
”lemme– fuck, lemme,” your boyfriends fingers tug at draw at your hair as you let your nose hit his pelvis and his cock move farther down your throat. ”y/n please,” he whimpers when he sees you looking up at him, keeping your eyes trained on his. ”please let me make you feel good..” with another bob of your head, you pull away, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his dick. your hands rub at his stomach and his sides, cooing at him. ”it's alright baby, don't worry about me, okay?”
he shakes his head at you, hands grasping at your shoulders, whining, begging you to crawl up his chest and kiss him, to let him fuck you silly. you give him a dopey smile and and bring yourself up from your spot on the sheets to over his chest, your boxers covering the ever hard tent in your pants.
without another thought and a grin on his lips, he brings a hand up to your waist, pushing enough pressure down to make you sit on his chest, his other hand brought up to begin to palm you through the fabric, whispering how much he loves your dick and how good you are to him.
