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-  ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ make up? ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌






warning :
mature content
(rough sex; choking, spitting, slapping, and spanking)






[y/n] and osamu were now sitting on the couch casually talking about life. suna couldn't take it anymore, he was surrounded by temptation but not once has he leaned towards it. he only wanted to be with [y/n], to touch her, and just be around her doing nothing.

one side of him was telling to get up and snatch her away from osamu but the other side was telling him to let her be.

"fuck that."

suna threw his head back drinking the last bit of alcohol in the red cup. he stomped over to [y/n] not giving osamu a second thought. "cmon let's go." he motioned for her to get up. "excuse me?" she scoffed, not believing the sight in front of her.

"y/n i'm not gonna repeat myself, let's go talk." suna started to get annoyed but he understood why she were hesitant. she whispered something in osamu's ear then pecked his cheek.

she stood up, staring suna down like he was her pray. "she looks so fine right now fuck," he thought as his eyes scanned her body from head to toe. "stop staring at me like you wanna kill me y/n."

she shrugged walking in front of him, "you never know," she said in a hush voice in his ear. "she's not making this easy for me is she."

"cmon rintarou, i don't got all night," suna took her hand and pulled her out the house. "aren't you drunk? you shouldn't be driving especially with me in the car."

"calm your tits i only had one cup, plus i can handle my alcohol. unlike some people." he opened the door, "that's funny you think i did that because i was drunk." he shrugged off her comment and closed the door when she was comfortable.

he sat in the driver's seat and took a deep breath, suna started the car and drove off without saying a word. he was holding back.

"i was having fun in there, could you tell me why you took me away from that?" he kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the gearshift. "my best friend, really? you couldn't dance with someone else?"

[y/n] faced the boy beside her all the way, "what is this? is thee suna rintarou jealous? that's hilarious you act like you're my boyfriend." she laughed but she was the only one who found it funny.

"are you done?"

suna's voice became deeper than usual, it was intimidating to say the least. at times it scared [y/n] because she knew ever time she heard it she would be screaming later on.

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