i wish i could dry hump suna while we're highhhughhh.....
you're both slumped in the cushions of sunas couch, comfortable in his apartment. you hear him shuffle around next to you, before and exhale of air coming from him, his pale hand reaching for you with a half smoked joint in between his index and thumb and you happily pluck it from him.
you bring the joint to your lips, sunas eyes never leaving your frame as you take a lazy drag from it, feeling the smoke swish down your throat and to your lungs before blowing it all out. at some point suna scooched closer to you, his warm body leaned up right against yours, the fuzzy high feeling already coursing through you. you look at him, his eyes already on you, lidded and red with a little smile across his once sharp features, now softened. god, your man is so sexy.
"y'r so pretty," he mumbles out, his hand sliding across your back between the back cushions of the couch. you're leaning against his arm as his hand rests on your thigh, fingertips barely grazing your leg. you attempt to shy away, his words so gentle and sincere, yet his intentions the opposite. "ah ah, don't get shy with me." his voice serene in your right ear, causing you to shiver and let out a giggle, he smiles slightly at the noise.
the joint's still burning between your fingers and suna quickly grabs it, leaning forward to burn it out in the ashtray that sits on the coffee table in front of the couch you two are sitting on, and discarding it there. his arm tightens around you, fingers brushing against your leg, his face is closer than before and you could feel his warm breath fan against your lips.
he closes the, barely there, gap between the both of you, his lips against yours in a slow kiss, letting out a long sigh through his nose, as if he'd been waiting to kiss you the entire time. his other hand finds your waist, letting his palm sit against you before slowly slipping under your shirt, feeling your soft skin against his slightly calloused hands. his fingertips ghost against you as your shirt rides up and up the higher his hand goes, you let out the littlest breath through your nose, with your mouth still on his as his tongue peeks out and slides through your lips.
his hand greedily gropes your tit over your bra, his grip firm, yet still gentle. his hands don't let up on your boobs, not bothering to take any of your clothes off as he gropes you flesh, his palm flushed right against your sensitive nipple.
your breathing's grown heavy at this point, his wet mouth still kissing yours with his tongue gliding skillfully against your own before he parts from you, his breath just as heavy as yours, his groping paused but his hand still on you.
"sit on me." he directs, his voice low. you automatically oblige, throwing your leg across his to sit on his lap, quickly noticing the hard bulge against your crotch. you glance at suna, and he simply gives you a little smile as you squint your eyes down at him. "really." you dare say, with the littlest smile he finds so cute on you, and he lets out the smallest chuckle. "s'what you do to me."
his lips find yours once again, yet he starts this kiss off a lot more feverishly than the last, his hands riding up your thighs slowly and gripping the fat on your hips. his tongue slips against yours as he starts to make out with you, his fingers massaging your hips as your kiss grows hotter.
sunas hands wander all over your hips, traveling to your ass to unashamedly grip the soft flesh, a quiet groan leaving his throat and vibrating against your lips. he slowly starts to guide your lower body back and forth against his rock hard cock, weeping in his boxers, trying to ease it. "wanna see your tits." he sighs out and you pause. "where is your shame?" you mumble, yet you find yourself pulling your shirt up and he excitedly reaches for the cups of your bra, tugging them down to reveal the smooth skin of your breasts.
he lets out the smallest noise at the sight and one of his hands go to slide up your warm belly slowly, cupping your tit like its sacred before meanly groping it, watching the flesh spill in between his slender fingers. you can't help but whimper at his rude hands and his eyebrows pinch together slightly, brushing his thumb against your hardening nipple to hear another little noise from you, and that's just what he gets.
his other hand his still planted against your ass and he adjusts it back to your hip, slowly starting a rhythm again, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he starts to make you grind against his crotch.
his hand leaves your tit to wrap his arm around your waist, his body up against yours, making sure to press your naked boobs right against his chest, the rough material of his shirt brushing against your nipples causing you to whimper next to his ear and he sets up and slowly quickening pace of your hips. "god, you turn me on so fuckin' much," he groans out quietly, his breath fanning in your ear.
his grip tightens on your hip and he guides you to grind on his clothed, hard cock faster, small groans and moans vibrating right in your ear, the joint you two smoked earlier heightening his sensitivity. "suna-" you start, but a mean grope to your hip cuts you off and he shushes you gently. "just let me do this baby" he whispers in your ear, "don't gotta do anything but make those cute noises."
and you do just that. you let suna grind your hips down onto his hard cock, concealed by his sweatpants, yet you can still make out the distinct shape of it. his arm eventually unwraps from your body to paw back at your tits, his face still right against your neck as his hands play with your plush tit. his hips shoot up against your clothed pussy occasionally, your clit dragging deliciously against his lap from his hands moving you against him.
your whines and mewls are like his favorite song blasting in his ears, making his cock impossibly harder as he lets out a few deep moans himself. "fuck- m'close.." he warns you, his hand leaving your boob to plant it firmly on the other side of your hips, his hands moving you against his dick more efficiently, his groans becoming for frequent.
he's in complete control of your body at this point, grinding your hot pussy against his crotch to make himself cum, hands guiding your hips and quickening the closer he gets to his orgasm.
he lets out a quiet curse, nuzzling his face into your neck and biting down. hard. you let out a yelp at the sharp feeling of his teeth digging into your skin and it only eggs him on further, vibrations of his moans against your skin. his hips buck upwards into you unevenly, slowing your hips down as he cums in his pants, gripping your body so tight.
he pants heavily in your ear, his hands still pushing you down onto his cock instead of relaxing. you two stay quiet for a moment. "you seriously just came in your pants." you mumble and he lets out a shy chuckle. "yeah..." he utters before pulling away from your bitten neck to mush his lips against yours, letting out short noises and heavy breaths through his nose.
he pulls away, looking at you in the eyes with his hands rubbing your ass over your pants. "still gotta make you cum too though."
