𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 [Suna x Reader]

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"Let me get you another glass." He says getting me off him and getting up.

He pours whiskey into a glass. He doesn't even put any ice in it and just starts drinking it.
He then pours a glass of black vodka with ice, thankfully, and hands it to me.

"You shouldn't mix drinks." He says.

"How did you know I drank this?"

"It's stained on your lips."

"Oh that makes sense." I laugh.

He holds my chin and kisses me.

"We should head back to the others." I say softly.

"I'm not in the mood for that right now. You may go if you wish to." He says.

I shake my head. "I want to be with you." I tell him.

He smirks "Good choice." And he holds my face tenderly and kisses me passionately.

He's what I was craving all night. He leans me against the wall and his hands start roaming my body.

"You look good in a skirt. Such a shame I wasn't the only one who got to see you in it."

"I wore it for you." I whisper to him, knowing he'd be pleased with those words.

He removes the underwear I wore underneath the skirt and starts rubbing circles on my pussy.

I hum in satisfaction.

"So wet already." The smirk never leaving his face as he leans down and kisses my neck, my collarbone and, pushing my top down, my breasts.

I take off my top and his black T-shirt. Letting both fall besides us.

One of his hands plays with one of my boobs while my other one gets attention from his mouth. His other hand stays under my skirt, he inserts two fingers in as he continues to rub circles with his thumb.

"Is the door locked?" I ask out of breath, knowing any drunk wonderer could get in any minute.

He doesn't answer me. Instead he unbuttons his trousers and pulls them down along with his underwear.

He picks me up against the walls and I wrap my legs around him as he pushes his dick inside me.

I start moaning and panting because of how fast he started off.

"Suna, tell me no one can get inside." I ask again.

He just gives me a kiss. His tongue parting my lips and dancing with mine.

My moans are muffled by his mouth against mine. I can't say anything this way, but I don't mind it. The alcohol, the weed, the sex. It all got my head spinning and I didn't have a care in the world.

I am with Suna right now and that's all I need.

He grabs me away from the wall and carries me to the sofa. He bends me down over the cushions and he pounds in and out of me from behind.

I moan louder with every thrust. I'm able to hear a few groans and moans from him as well.

My walls tighten around his cock. I can't warn him that I'm close to my orgasm because I'm so lost in this feeling of euphoria and bliss.
He probably felt my orgasm approaching because he started pounding more rhythmically.

My juices spill out of me and suddenly I feel the absence of his dick inside me as he pulls out. And soon enough his cum shoots over my back.

I allow my body to rest, face down on the sofa, and feel Suna sit back next to me.

He is catching his breath.

Once he's recovered he heads out only to come back with a towel, which he uses to clean us up.

"Shall we go back inside?" He asks me.

I shoot him a side eye. "I'm tired."

He laughs and hands me another glass of black vodka. "You'll feel better after that."

I drink it calmly, get dressed and we go back to the party.

We walk in. His arm around me, people stealing glances of us, trying to be sneaky. I look at Suna, he seems unbothered by all this attention.

We sit on sofa once again, just as we did when we first walked in.

"Why were they all looking? Is there something on my hair?" I ask close to Suna's ear.

He chuckles. "Your hair is just fine. Don't mind them, they like to stare." He explains.

Atsumu overheard the conversation and butted in. "They were staring over the fact that Suna never walked next to a girl like that. No person had ever worn his chain or had love marks from him."

"Love marks as in hickeys?" I question.

"Yeah, the hickeys mean you belong to him. No one has ever been lucky enough to be in your place." He explains.

"I'm not some kind of bitch, I don't belong to anyone." I complain.

Suna chuckles once more. "Yeah, you do." He gets closer to my ear and I feel his lips brush my skin. "You're mine." His raspy voice almost made me believe he really was my owner and fall into his trap.

I get out of his lap and don't say a word. I simply walk away until he loses track of me.

I find some drinks and pour myself another one.

My cousin walks besides me, copying my actions.

She didn't even greet me. I analyse her face, she's so dull, numb, distant and detached.

"Sora? Are you alright?" I ask putting my hand on her shoulder to try and pull her back into reality.

She gets a little startled but then notices it's me beside her. "We're dating drug dealers and gang members." She says quietly. "I should've listened to myself when I said they were trouble, when I told you to stay away. But I let myself be fooled by their nice act, their sweet talk, their attractive figures and attitude..." she chugs her entire glass and pours another.

I completely forgot all about the conversation between Suna and that guy. He seemed like a really nice guy and the boy whose lap I was sitting on was threatening his wife.

How did I just let that pass me by?

I chug the whole liquid left in my cup and I grab the bottle to drink some more.

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