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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ jealousy ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
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second pov—
"i'm gonna get a drink, enjoy the party nylia," you obviously had a fake smile but the girl was so dumb at times, "i will also we should hang out soon." who in their right minds would want that after what you did? "yeah maybe," with that being said you walked into the kitchen only to find suna.
he wasn't alone, he was talking to a girl who was all over him. every time she would laugh at something he said she would get closer to him with her hands roaming his chest. it wasn't that she was flirting with him that pissed you off—he gets hit on all the time. the fact that he didn't stop her was what got to you.
you told him you needed space so why did this bother you so much? you two weren't together so he wasn't cheating, he was a single man doing what he pleases... you can do the same right? you take this as an opportunity.
you slowly walk over to him, he noticed that you were wearing his favorite dress—the one he bought for you. he loved how it fit and hugged your curves and the slit on the side revealing your plump thigh. he looked you up and down while licking his lips.
he whispered something to the girl that made her leave with a frown on her face. you stood there unbothered taking a sip of your drink when you saw suna walk over to you. his presence stood behind you, pressing up making you slightly lean against the counter. "you did this on purpose didn't you?"
his tone was stern and attractive fuck, "i have no idea what you're talking about." if wanted to play the dumb card so can you. suna let out a deep chuckle while his hands gripped your hips rubbing your ass against his growing boner. "y/n cut the attitude, or i can always bend you over this counter right now and show everyone how much of a slut you are for me,"
"you wouldn't want that right?"
"you don't know what i want rintarou," you turned around and pushed him off of you. grabbing his collar pulling him down to your level, "don't act like you control me, i do what i want, pretty boy." walking out of the kitchen leaving suna speechless.
"yo y/n!" someone called out, "hey... oh it's just you osamu." his smile turned into a smirk when he looked your outfit. "i know you and suna have something going on but-"
"we're not dating, we never were," he was shocked, "oh you two seemed so close i just assumed." shaking your head 'no' you noticed osamu didn't look bad himself, perfect opportunity.
"well i can show you that we're not that close," getting closer you rubbed one of his arms, teasing him while giving him hungry eyes. "yeah? show me princess," with a smirk on both your faces you dragged him to the dance floor.
the song (choose a song) started to play, it only hyped you up more. you and osamu danced facing each other until he spun you around. you swayed your hips feeling osamu's hands guiding you.
you bend down and came back up slowly, his hand found their way around your neck making you come face-to-face with the boy behind you. "you're so hot y/n." he whispered in a raspy tone. "you don't have to tell me," his lips curled into a smile as he leaned closer to you. "hot and cocky huh? just my type."
feeling his warm breath on your lips you glanced at him one more time, seeing he wanted it just as much as you.
you closed the gap and crashed your lips onto his, both of your lips moved in sync with one another. wrapping one arm around his neck you pulled him even closer. was he better than suna? of course not, but he wasn't bad. at. all.
suna's pov—
i was leaning on the counter talking to aran and atsumu about absolutely nothing. "so then i'm giving her back shots right? she telling me to go deeper, like this is all you're getting. you think i have a horse dick or some shit?" he threw his hands in the air.
"bro if you gotta small dick just say that, it's okay we're here for you," aran said laughing. "man quit playing, my shit is big. that girl had 12-13in dildos in her room. that's not normal." atsumu explained while aran was still laughing. i, however, was too busy thinking about [y/n] to focus on the conversation.
"yo suna, what about you?" atsumu broke me out of my trance with his annoying voice. "what about me?" i questioned the piss haired weirdo. "has y/n ever complained about your dick before?" i frown my eyebrows at him, what kind of question is that.
"why do you wanna know piss hair?"
"cmon just answer the fucking question. like has she asked you to go deeper but you couldn't?"
i laughed before answering, "nah she don't, she can't even form a sentence to complain." he looked at me shocked, "BRO YOU GONNA SHOW ME, YOU RECORDED THAT RIGHT?" i frowned my eyebrows again, "it's okay to lie in certain situations, i don't need him going up to y/n later."
"um no, and if i did i wouldn't show you the tape," he frowned, "i thought we were bros sunarin," he teased. "stop calling me that."
"yo uh suna, you might wanna look at this," aran's voice caught my attention. "what?" his face didn't look too good, he pointed to the dance floor. i glanced over to see a familiar dress dancing—on someone who also looks familiar.
"is that y/n?" i walked closer seeing her dancing on my best friend, osamu. that didn't bother me as much, because we're both single and she wanted space which i'm okay with. it wasn't until i saw what happened after, that made me furious.
