𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 [Suna x Reader]

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I know he will ghost me until he needs me again. I feel angry and lonely about that.

My cousin wakes up soon after I did and I take this opportunity to ask her about Osamu.

"You know, I got drunk, he got high, we made out. He was very kind to bring me home in his motorcycle." She smiles almost like she's bragging.

If you're gonna be with a bad boy he better have a bike ig.

"You two just made out?" I ask.

"Well..."

"Bitch, spill." I demand.

"He went down on me." She smiles again.

I squeal a little. "Yass. You're into him? You want more?"

"I think so." She says.

"We're in this together now, miss 'don't get involved with anyone from the volleyball team'" I laugh.

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God's pov because I realised that I am the god of my own stories (omnipotence is nice)💅✨
Also it's been a few days time skip and it's nighttime again.
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Suna was smoking with some friends. A certain someone pops up in his mind. Why would he be thinking of her right now? He starts remembering fractions of the nights he spent with Y/n.

How she was able to steal his control, drive him crazy, pleasure him like no other before. Her body bouncing on him, her lips all over his body, her lips around his dick, his cum sliding down her throat, spilling out of a corner of her mouth and how she wiped it off with her finger and licked it.

He wishes to repeat those nights. He's aware he has no right contacting her after what he did to her. He fucked her and then ghosted, twice.

He is under the influence at the moment though, so he is incapable of caring about being a bad person, hurting someone, being humiliated or rejected.

Those were all very likely possibilities that he didn't consider after leaving his friends and calling her from his car.

𖧷Reader's pov

My phone rings. In the screen I was able to see that a contact with the name of "Mystery Man" was calling me.

I know I should not pick up, but for some reason I want to. I slide my finger through the screen and lean my phone against my ear.

"Hello?" I say.

"Y/n!" I hear his voice from the other line. He's so happy, he has probably been smoking. "Sorry to call you this late, but what do you say, wanna meet me at that hotel in like 15 minutes?" He asks.

I take a while to answer. I sigh deeply, but before I could say anything he speaks again. "Please, I'm sorry if I hurt you by leaving early the next day, I won't do it again. I'll pinky promise to it." He laughs.

"Fine." I say lowly. "I'll be there." I decide at last.

I know that what I'm doing is nuts and I'm delusional if I think I may be important or if I think I can make myself important to him, but I want this.
I don't care if I get hurt, I'll be fine.

After sneaking out as quietly as possible I walk there.

Even though I took 20 minutes he still wasn't there. I stand in front of the hotel, holding myself to keep warmth.

I spot his car in the distance. He was riding fast and carelessly. He parks, gets out and walks close to me.

"I didn't make you wait too long, did I?" He asks.

"Not really." I answer bluntly.

"What's got you in a bad mood?" He asks. "In a fight with mama?"

"Shut up." I say. He was right actually. She is in one of those moods where she gets mad over the slightest thing. It's impossible to reason with her.

He chuckles. "Alright. Here take this, eases any pain." He hands me a flask.

"Thanks." I say and chug it.

He chuckles softly again. Earning a rude "What" from me.

"Nothing, I just wasn't sure you had it in you."

I roll my eyes and say "Let's just go inside, I'm cold."

After entering the same room as the first time we were here he takes off his hoodie and T-shirt alongside it. "Better now?"

"Yes." I say, removing my jacket.

He plants a peck on my lips and lifts my top off.
"No bra?" He asks pleasantly surprised.

"I was too lazy to put one on." I explain, looking away, slightly shy.

He smiles and kisses me. His arms around me. So comforting, safe and secure, even though it was just an illusion of comfort, safety and security.

He deepened the kiss. I just wanted to be held tonight.

His lips trail onto my neck, his hands trail onto my ass, squeezing it lightly. I am glad he called.

He takes off my clothes and lays me down on the bed. I couldn't be alone tonight.

My head is full of thoughts that start fading away, the room spins, my vision goes blurry. The alcohol has kicked in.

I close my eyes and let him guide me, use me. I need him to take control over my body tonight.

He kisses my lips and my skin. He leaves hickeys all over my neck, my collarbone and my breasts. From my neck to my shoulders he bites sometimes. I'm sure this will leave bruises.

He inserts his dick inside me slowly, making sure I get used to his length.
He brushes a strand of hair out of my face and kisses me.

He starts rocking his hips back and forth at a slow pace.

And gradually his pace increases.

He pleasures me at the same time he pleasures himself. His hands roam my whole body before resting one on my thigh and another on my boob.

I start moving my hips as well, trying to catch up with his movements. But I stop once he starts going too fast for me to accompany.

I can't stop myself from moaning out his name.

He seems motivated by this and starts swinging his hips harder against my pussy.

"Say it again." He demands lowly.

I do as told.

"Repeat it and don't stop." He tells me.

I do so. Moaning his name close to his ear over and over, each time his hips meet mine.

I feel in ecstasy. His dick starts twitching inside me and that drives me over the edge.

We cum at the same time. I feel so tired that I go straight to sleep. Before I doze off I see him take off the condom and out it in the bin. After putting on his underwear he grabs his t-shirt and helps me dressing it as I'm still barely awake.

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