[✓] 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 . suna rintarou

30. love drunk

warning
mature content ahead

narrator's pov.

you and rintarou sat in the front seat of the car, his hand resting on your thigh while he drove down the street towards the park that you were directing him to.

"take a left up here," you said.

his hand inched higher.

"yeah? after that?"

"after that, uh, just take a right and find a parking- oh-" you felt his fingertips barely grazing over your panties.

he turned his head to you quickly before pulling his hand back up and placing two hands on the steering wheel. "repeat that for me? sorry, i was distracted."

"uh, just pull in here," you told him, hand coming up to point at the empty parking space.

rintarou turned the car off and looked over to you in silence.

you laughed through your nose, "what?"

he started chuckling softly but didn't reply.

"what?" you asked again, shoving his arm.

"just get in the backseat, y/n," he said, shaking his head.

you unclipped your seatbelt and jumped through the middle of your seats into the back, rintarou's hand placing a firm slap on your ass while you attempted to make your way through. "ow!"

he crawled into the back through the same way and hovered over you, knee in between your legs. he cupped your jaw.

"you know," he said, kissing your lips gently, "green is a good colour on you."

"oh yeah?" you smiled, kissing him slightly rougher.

"yeah," he smiled back, pulling the dress aside slowly from the top of the high slit. "you look good in everything though."

your hand trailed down from his hip to the crotch of his dress pants. "do you always start getting hard so quick?"

"only with you," he replied.

you began to sit up and stroked his cheek, mouth opening while glancing down at his continually growing bulge. "can i?"

"can you...?"

you bit your lip anxiously, "i wanna try to use my mouth."

he unzipped his pants, "oh, by all means," he smirked.

you scooted back in the seat, pulling your hair to one side of your head. rintarou sat back and leaned his arm against the back of the seat.

immediately, you spat on your hand and begin to stroke all the way up from the base of his cock. after a few pumps, you brought your mouth close to his swollen tip, staring up at him and running your thumb down the thick vein that ran through his hardness.

"y/n," he whispered, pent up.

you took this as your opportunity to get him back for all the times that he teased you. "rin."

"y/n, please?" he breathed, wet mouth hanging open slightly.

"please what, rin?" you replied innocently.

he bit his lip and leaned his head onto the window behind him. "is this you getting back at mr?"

you smeared the bead of pre-cum over his tip gently, "i don't know, is it?"

rintarou's hand caressed lightly at your cheek. "please?" he whispered, "i need you, y/n."

with his desperate words and touches, you pressed an open-mouthed kiss onto the bottom of his cock, trailing a line up.