sukunasbow

[sukunasbow]

until the bed breaks until the windows fog up until the wall paint peels until the floor collapses

[sukunasbow]

pillow princess (literally)

inspired by this fanart!! it’s literally perfect

content: nsfw - pillow humping, praise kink, sub jinx, dom fem! reader, slight power play

jinx had been acting needy all day — her touches lingering a second too long on your skin, or stretching an extra inch so her already cropped top would show more skin. she thought she was being subtle, but you could feel the want radiating off her in waves. you decided to toy with her a little first.

while perched on your lap on the couch, she leaned in, smirking as if she had you wrapped around your finger (she did). you leaned back, denying her the kiss she so blatantly wanted. "such an eager little thing today, aren’t you?" you said, your voice taking on a slightly patronizing tone.

jinx’s grin faltered as her face flushed beet red. "i...i don't know what you mean," she said defiantly, but her flushed skin and the way she squirmed in your lap betrayed her real feelings. "’m just happy to see you."

"or just eager to please, is that it?" you asked, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "then prove it. strip for me. let’s see what a good girl you can be."

jinx glared at you as she hesitated for a second before unzipping her pants, wiggling them down her long legs. she then peeled off her top, revealing her pert tits, nipples already stiffening in the cool air.

you point at the pillow on the other side of the couch. "get yourself off. I want to see you put your back into it."

jinx’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, but she obeyed and crawled over onto the pillow. she hesitated for a moment before starting to slowly grind her hips in small circles, the pillow beginning to dampen from her arousal.

you watched as jinx reluctantly ground her naked body against the pillow, her soft, stifled whimpers filling the room. "see? i’m—ngggh—g-good…” she whined under her breath, her moans escaping. her hips began to move with more urgency, the pillow now damp and rumpled underneath her.

"that’s it, baby," you encouraged, your voice low and commanding. "grind that needy pussy against the pillow. show me how bad you want it."

jinx bit her plump lower lip, a breathy moan escaping her as she obeyed, her movements becoming more enthusiastic, her pink folds glistening and swollen. she squeezed her eyes shut, cheeks flushing and chest heaving.

"oh fuck- ahh!” jinx gasped, her hips bucking faster, grinding her aching clit against the fabric. her thighs trembled, grip tightening on the pillow. she gasped and arched her back, pressing her ass higher in the air. she was so close.

"that’s my good girl," you praised.

jinx couldn't hold back any longer. your words and the relentless stimulation pushed her over the edge. "’m—’m comingg!" jinx screamed, her hips bucking wildly against the pillow as she came hard. her inner walls clenched and fluttered, gushing her release onto the fabric. her eyes rolled back as she rode out each intense wave of pleasure.

when the aftershock subsided, she collapsed forward, draping herself over the pillow, panting harshly. her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. she peered at you with hazy, lust-filled eyes. “please…” she whined, reaching out for you. she was putty in your hands, pliant and needy, and you couldn't hold your hands back from touching her anymore.

[sukunasbow]

so tired of people seeing warnings and the EXACT titles of my fics and not scrolling if they don’t like it, instead wasting time to comment hate. my titles are already blunt enough, i don’t know what more some of yall want 😭😭 i do not care if you don’t like the work i make, either move on to another blog or get blocked.

[sukunasbow]

snowboarding instructor choso..

[sukunasbow]

if ur taking requests, i NEED some loser!choso from you 🙏🏻

dry humping with loser choso ; mdni

choso, your co worker at the local library, is known to be very shy and antisocial. especially around you.

whenever you try to start a conversation with him, he trembles and stutters out low replies to whatever you tell him. a faint blush covers his cheeks and he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, doing whatever he can to avoid looking directly into your eyes. the issue with his struggles to look at you, is that it often results in his gaze falling to your tits and the way your tight and pretty pink blazer squeeze them together, the buttons almost looking like they’re ready to pop open. he feels his glasses fog up, pushing them up the bridge of his nose, choosing to create an excuse to get away from you, usually along the lines of something like, ‘a customer needs my help..’, despite the fact that there’s no one nearby.

despite all of this, you’ve never really noticed how different he treats you. normally, he wouldn’t even attempt to start a conversation, opting to stay quiet and avoid any possible judgement of peers. with you, however, he tries his best to not seem off-putting. you always thought he was just super shy, especially when you told your friend, satoru gojo, about the situation and he revealed that he attends the same university as choso and has never once heard him speak to another girl.

you’re currently helping a man your age find a textbook, the two of you walking up and down rows of bookshelves, checking each section for the right author. you pause in front of the author’s last name, “i’m so sorry, sir.” you pause, turning to face him with a small frown on your face, “it looks like we don’t have that book at the moment. if you’d like, i can take your phone number and call you as soon as the book is returned or back in stock.” you tell him.

“well, sure.” he grins, “i wouldn’t mind giving a pretty lady my number.”

you give him a forced smile, slightly tugging down your plaid skirt, suddenly aware of the length and how exposed you feel. “sure thing. come with me, please.” you quickly turn around, your high heels clacking on the floor as you lead the man to the front desk.

you walk behind the desk, quickly turning on your computer and typing in his information as he repeats it to you, your acrylics echoing against the keyboard. “got it, thanks! we will give you a call as soon as it’s back.”

the man nods and glances up and down your body, a small smirk forming on his lips. “maybe we could get something to eat after your shift ends?”

goosebumps cover your body, “sorry, i’m closing today.” you mumble. he opens his mouth to protest, however his facial expression contorts into a grimace when a much taller man walks out of the employee’s only room and stands next to you.

“she’s busy after her shift, we have plans. you can leave now.” choso’s voice is low. you’ve never heard him speak this formally. “goodbye.” you turn your head slightly to look at him, noticing the hard look in his eyes.

“bye.” the guy huffs, storming out of the store like a child that was denied dessert.

“thank you.” you fully turn to face your co worker, a smile on your face. choso’s face flushes and he gives you a lopsided smile in return.

“no problem.” his voice is back to being just above a whisper and his eyes stare down at the floor, as if he’s suddenly interested in what shoes you’re wearing.

“would you like to do something after we close up?” you raise an eyebrow, “i mean, you were the one that suggested we had plans, so why not?” your boldness shocks the black haired man. he’s not used to such straightforward behaviour.

“uhh.” he bites down as lip, his gaze rapidly shifting between the floor and your eyes, “sss’sure.”

“great, i’ll just grab my bag.” you walked in the back room and walked towards your pile of things. choso also follows you into the room to grab his jacket and keys. instead, he abruptly stops behind you in shock as he watches you bend over to rummage through your things, your skirt riding up and giving him a small glimpse of your lace panties. choso felt shame creep up on him as he didn’t move or look away, unsure of what to do. you stood up straight again and turned around, pulling your skirt down again and gasping when you saw him staring at you with a surprised, yet lustful, look in his eyes. “choso.” you start.

“i am so sorry.” the look in his eyes is replaced with embarrassment when he realizes what just happened. choso rushes towards his own pile of belongings, grabbing his keys and turning to leave.

you feel a sudden urge to stop him. “wait.” you stride towards him and grab his wrist, stopping him from opening the door. he turns back around to face you, his eyes once again staring at the floor. you instinctively bring your hand to his face, gently pushing his chin up, forcing him to look into your eyes. choso’s eyes flutter shut, the man folding under your touch. your eyes roam over every feature of his face with adoration. you’ve always thought he was attractive, it almost made you feel sad that he was missing out on all the possible dating opportunities for himself, as lots of girls must’ve felt the same but he would never speak to any of them. another part of you, however, felt glad that he was so socially distant, so you could have him for yourself. shaking your head, you shove those thoughts down.

“sorry.” he opens his eyes, his lips forming into a small pout. he feels terrible. “i’m no better than that guy.” he mumbles under his breath.

“just shut up.” you tightly grip the strings of his hoodie, pulling him towards you body and pressing your lips to his. choso whimpers into the kiss, his eyebrows knitting together in desperation. he feels himself getting hard, a tent building in his sweatpants. the two of you are getting lost in the kiss, strings of saliva connecting your lips together. you pull away from him, letting go of his hoodie, “sit down.”

choso doesn’t bother questioning you, quickly sitting down on the lounge chair in the corner of the room. you follow him, sitting down on his lap and facing him, your knees resting on each side of his thighs. “are you..sure?” he breathes out.

“yes.” you take his hands into yours and place them on your thighs, helping him drag your skirt up, exposing your panties fully. his eyes focus on the wet patch of the fabric. you slowly start grinding your hips back and forth on the tent of his pants, your head lolling back at the friction of your thin panties gliding against the print of his dick. "mmh’..” you moan out.

“fuck, please…feels so good. i wanna be inside you.” choso’s mouth falls open, “please, please, please.”

“be patient.” you press a small kiss to his forehead and continue rocking your hips, then starting to hump him.

“shit, wait..wait.” he moves his hands to your tits, squeezing them over your shirt. his glasses fog up and you’re no longer able to look into his eyes. “wait, think i’m gonna…” before choso can finish his sentence, he tosses his head back and lets out a loud groan. with a few whimpers, his dick is twitching and he’s releasing his load, a huge stain forming on his sweatpants.

“did…did you just..” you let out a small and mocking laugh. “was that your first time dry humping or something?” you take off his glasses so you can get a good look at his face.

choso anxiously bites down on his lip, “maybe.”

“no way!” you gasp.

“sorry.”

“why are you apologizing? there’s no need for that, baby. i can teach you a lot more, if you’d like.” choso eagerly nods his head, looking up at you with a desperate look.

[sukunasbow]

insp. this fic

cannot stop thinking about JINX and a size kink.

cannot stop thinking about her on all fours, tiny pussy leaking and throbbing and ready for your cock, and you comparing the head of your strap to your entrance. the size difference is almost comical, you’re almost afraid that you’d split the poor thing in half upon entering. regardless, the smaller body in front of you eggs you on, craning her neck to look back at you over her shoulder and pouting her pretty lips. “c’monnn toots…” she whines, backing her hips up against your fake dick. “get that cock inside me already…”

you’re careful, always gentle when filling up her pretty pussy, so you’re painfully slow upon pushing the head of your cock past her slick folds. you watch your lips part, eyebrows knitted together as she gasps at the intrusion of your cock. a whimper escapes her, clearly adjusting to how you were splitting her pussy open. “s-so big…” she whimpers, letting out more of her pretty noises as you continue to ease your way inside her.

the sight of her small, pretty pussy struggling to engulf your huge dick is a sight that’ll be permanently etched in your brain as your own pussy begins to throb at the sight. you gently coo to her, tell her to take it as you slowly pull out then push back in again. you see as a thick string of slick connects the head of your dick to the opening of her pussy and your mouth waters. it takes every ounce of willpower within you to not shove the whole toy inside her and fuck her until she physically cant hold herself up anymore.

“taking me so well, baby…” you purr as you once again begin easing yourself back into jinx’s pussy. slowly — so slowly — you push and push and push until you’re all the way at the base and jinx is already a drooling mess at the feeling of being stretched by you.

she takes you like a champion, even if she is a complete mess by the end.

[sukunasbow]

it is a FACT it is NOT possible to get men pregnant.

it is CANON geto is a MAN.

it is a CANON it is NOT possible for geto to get pregnant

oh!

am i missing a joke or something rn 😭😭 i have not written anything for geto yet and i wouldn’t write about getting him pregnant, although it’s fanfiction so anything could be possible..😈😈

[sukunasbow]

i imagine jinx would lick and slobber all over your face while humping against your pussy

scissoring. face licking. spit. TOO SHORT.

jinx is messy, through and through. whether it's her blowing up topside with colors, her desk after creating a new gadget yadayadayada...

and here the master criminal was now, rutting her sticky cunt against yours while panting and whimpering. your thighs are straining from the way she has you positioned, but you hold out for her benefit— she'd had a long day.

her tongue lolls out of her pouty lips, her lipstick smudged and spit dribbling off the muscle as she runs it over your face, groaning and whimpering as her pussy gushed and sloshes lewdly.

piltover had been giving her hell, plastering posters of her face around zaun with a reward prize they knew was too damn good for the poor zaunties to pass up— despite their admirable loyalty to their own people. she was upset, and needed to let off some steam.

your eyes squeeze shut as she slobbers all over your face, panting like a dog. "j-jinx..."

she squeaks, reaching a sticky hand up to hold your jaw as her tongue slides over your lips and your cheek. "you taste so good.." she whispers, more to herself. you were sure she would actually eat you if it wouldn't inflict complete agony on you.

she nuzzles her face against your now wet one, nipping at your cheek and sucking on your skin gently. you don't realize her hips have paused until she starts rubbing against you again, her spit flooding into your mouth when it opens to let out a moan.

she kisses you sloppily and without any sort of correlation, just wanting to taste.

╋━ taglist.

@uhh-lana @pearlcigs @abbyspup @sunrxxyz @graciedollie @starrrcane @lilyyx0 @444fernz @abbysbae @tqlepatia @nvr4getme @lesbodietcoke @2012wannabe @lesbpup @jaywritessometimes @jinxedbambi @tohoko @sapphicloverwlw @shadowmythe @fict1onallyobsessed @pornoangelz @milanyas @powderpinkandsweeet @femmecannibal @aeroti @eatencupcak3 @mzwilliams @fortluocha @danfelog @fortluocha @ocharavitys @trizxyp @aelizreal @luxmith @imlovewithpixels @halle5s @soniiyi @jumiinx

[sukunasbow]

boyfriend texts | r.suna

-> pairing: suna rintarou x gn!reader | sfw | cw: smau, cursing, u and suna having a diva off, kys/kms jokes, none of the texts r connected to each other | genre: fluff, crack (a smidge) | mlist

-> rq: random texts between you and your boyfriend, suna

—a/n: idk if i like these tbh but it is what it is

tag: @cherrysurf (who also beta’d against her will ty)

[sukunasbow]

Cowboy Vi...

art by : mitrakats (IG)

[sukunasbow]

g!p caitlyn with a breeding kink ; mdni

caitlyn has your back pressed up against the bedroom wall, your legs wrapped around her waist and your arms gripping onto her shoulders for support as she mercilessly fucks into you. her cock punishes the gummy walls of your cunt with every thrust, coaxing out your juices. “look how full you are.” she coos, glancing down at the way your tight hole stretches around her. “mm, take it, yeah, yeah.” she huffs out. the blue haired girl’s eyes flutter shut as she digs her nails into your ass, helping you push back and forth on her length.

“cait, ‘ss too much..” you gasp. you’ve already let out your sweet release multiple times, yet caitlyn insisted on continuing. “mm’ sensitive..” you whine. you feel yourself clench around her cock once again, a knot building in your stomach while slight tears fall from your eyes. your lips are wet with your own saliva, a small pout forming on your glossy lips. caitlyn opens her eyes to look at you, feeling heat rise in your stomach at the sight of your fucked out state.

“it’s okay, you’re doing so good for me.” she breathes out. beads of sweat fall from her hairline, loose strands of her blue hair clinging to her face. caitlyn’s praise only encourages you, her words almost bringing you back to your previous level of stamina, giving you enough strength to talk her through her incoming orgasm.

“wanna feel you cum inside of me, commander.” you use her status as it usually pushes her over the edge when she hears it in your sultry voice. she loves the idea of you being under her command, giving into her every desire and belonging to no one else but her. “fill me up, please, want you so bad.” you moan.

as caitlyn reaches her orgasm, you start to feel your own orgasm coming on. her cock twitches and throbs inside of you, signalling she’s about to cum. sounds of pleasure escape your mouth, however you notice something click in caitlyn’s mind with the way she looks at you. “gonna get you..” she huffs, “pregnant..”

your eyes widen slightly, however you’ve always thought about your future with her. “yeah?” the look in your eyes turns into pure adoration, “do it, then..knock me up, baby.”

“fuck, yes, yeah..” she presses her hand down on your lower stomach, images of your full sized belly growing a fetus start to flash in her mind. “gonna give you a baby, promise. we’ll be a little family, all three of us..” caitlyn’s jaw falls open and she’s nestling her head in the crook of your neck, thick and creamy ropes of her cum spurting out of her cock and inside of your cunt. your own orgasms washes over you and your already sensitive pussy is leaking out and onto your thighs. “did so good for me..” caitlyn sloppily gives you a few extra thrusts, pushing her cum deeper inside of you, hoping to make it stick inside of you. “i love you so much, baby.”

[sukunasbow]

this is so me btw like i just can’t read it back 😭

i love your writing!!! do you like reading your own writing? whenever i read my own writing i cringe

thank u! i literally avoid reading my fics like the plague. i DREAD proof reading because like why did i write that that's disgusting

[sukunasbow]

Who is she imagining?

[full]

[sukunasbow]

I can’t keep up with all the socials help, heres some geto doodles hehe ! I will try to keep up with all the platforms I use 😈

[sukunasbow]

cw .ᐟ brat!jinx, toys (strapon), strap referred to as your cock, not proofread

long blue braids sprawled out underneath her like an ironic halo, knees bent, torso folded in an almost impossible manner as you watched the head of your fake cock slide deeper and deeper into the other girl’s pussy.

there was something about the shit-eating grin on jinx’s face that made you want to endure the challenge, to endure her snickering and taunts. after all, you were the one who chased her, caught her, and now you finally have her right where you want.

a satisfied “hmm…” escaped jinx’s throat as her pussy became more and more full of your cock. she quickly blew a strand of her blue hair out of her eyes so she could see the pathetic look of concentration on your face as you sank deeper until you could be considered “balls deep”. pulling out, you watched as jinx’s eyebrows twitched, and a sound more on the whimper-y side came from her that was quickly replaced by a deep snicker.

“i didn’t let you in just to play around,” jinx cooed, her raspy voice seemingly snaking into your ears and circling your brain. “come on… can barely feel a thing,”

now you know that was a straight up lie, looking at the size of the toy connected to your harness…

“you gonna keep talking?” you asked, voice pathetically cracking in an attempt to be a wise guy. you subtly cleared your throat. “or are you gonna let me fuck you?”

“am i not allowed to do both?”

okay, fair.

it didn’t take long until you had a fast yet steady rhythm, fucking into jinx like this was routine between the two of you. you took pleasure in watching the other girl try not to let herself become dumb on your cock. you knew she was feeling good, because you were good. you knew how to fuck a girl until her tongue was lolling out of her mouth and panting like a dumb mutt. jinx could probably get like that if you focused, paying attention to how your cock was already sticky with her slick.

“fuck,” jinx whimpered, then quickly chuckled up at you. “i didn’t expect you to be this good. thought this was just gonna be… q-quick and easy, then you’d leave me alone…”

it was your turn to give her a shit-eating grin. “i’m making this pussy feel good, aren’t i?”

jinx pressed her lips together tightly, letting out a quick whimper from her throat before continuing. “just— hmm. fuck,”

she didn’t want to tell you, but you knew.

you endured her half-baked attempts at getting under your skin as you continued to fuck her, hard and deep, making sure she felt every inch of your cock until she quietly muttered her incoming orgasm. you held her in place, keeping her body folded over itself until she beautifully mewled out from beneath you, pussy throbbing and clenching around your cock as she came so perfectly for you.

your confidence egged you on to make some statement about seeing her again, but her gloved hand swiftly slapped itself onto your mouth to prevent from saying something you’d regret.

panting, fucked out, jinx spoke, “don’t say a word,”

[sukunasbow]

ONE LAST TIME, R. SUNA

sum. two months into your relationship with your current boyfriend, your ex-fwb finally sends you a voicenote to let you know exactly how he feels about it.

feat. rintaro suna

cw. ex-fwb!suna, cheating, mutual masturbation (kinda lol), jealousy, dirty talk, anal mention, pillow humping, possessiveness, degradation

wc. 1.2k

When you posted your first official pictures of you and your new boyfriend, you had expected Suna to react…negatively. You basically braced for impact the moment you hit post, but all you got from him was an Instagram notification and two texts.

sunarin liked your post.

rin ;)

lmk if you want me to delete our pics.  and hmu when you two break up :p

You never bothered replying, initially not sure how to reply, and then forgetting about the texts entirely. The two of you barely have any contact for a few weeks after that, but he's obviously keeping up with your socials; liking every post and viewing every story. It doesn't bother you, but it's weird going cold turkey on your relationship like that. You had expected him to reach out for some sort of closure. You wanted him to. 

Halloween swings by in no time, and (much to you boyfriend’s dismay) you dress up as a sexy nurse. You don’t remember much of the night, but you do know that you posted a picture of you and your friends all dressed up on your story before getting blackout drunk. 

Your phone dies early on in the night. Your friends take good care of you up until it’s time to bring you back home, and you don’t wake up until the afternoon. You don’t check your phone until a couple hours after that—long after it's been turned on and charged to 100%. 

When you finally check it, two particular notifications catch your attention. 

sunarin liked your story. 

rin ;)

Voice Message

The voice message is 12 minutes long. 

You exit your texts immediately, opting to distract yourself by tending to your other notifications. It doesn’t help much. Your mind races, wondering what he was talking about for so long and if it was really so important that he reached out after almost four months of near-silence. 

You toss your phone onto your bed, shaking your head. You try to ignore it, cleaning the bathroom and folding the laundry and vacuuming the living room all in an effort to forget about the lengthy recording sitting in your phone. 

But it doesn’t take long for the curiosity gnawing at you to win. 

You practically run back to your bedroom, grabbing your phone and sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed. Your fingers move quickly across the screen, hitting play without hesitation. 

The first 8 seconds are nearly silent, and you start to wonder if it’s possible that he sent such a long message by mistake.

But then you hear a heavy sigh.

“I like your costume.” His tone is hushed, like he’s telling you a secret. “You look hot.”

There’s another moment of silence, like he’s giving you a chance to change your mind and stop listening. 

But then Suna moans and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. 

“You never answered my text, y’know. When I asked if you wanted me to delete our pictures. So, uh, I kept ‘em.”

Oh. 

Oh fuck.

“I’m looking at one right now. It’s from last Halloween. When you-“ His breath hitches. “When you went as a Playboy Bunny.”

You remember. Suna dressed as Hugh Hefner and the two of you went to a party together. Then he took you back to his apartment and fucked you while you were still wearing the bunny ears and bowtie. 

You’re pretty positive you’re not wearing the bodysuit in the picture he’s looking at. 

“I don’t know how much of this night you actually remember, but I can describe the picture for you.”

You tense, anticipation sending goosebumps up your arms. 

“You’re kneeling on the ground, looking up at the camera, and you’ve still got those bunny ears on your head.”

This voice message is going in the last direction you thought it would.  Is he—?

“You’ve got cum all over your face, baby.” He laughs to himself before continuing. “And you’re sticking your tongue out like a fucking whore.”

Suna takes a ragged breath, a sound you're all too familiar with. It confirms your suspicions—he’s definitely jerking off. 

“That was a good night. We had a lot of good nights.” He sounds miffed all of a sudden. “I seriously doubt the boyfriend is fucking you as good as I did.”

You suppress a shiver. A pang of guilt heats your chest at the mention of your boyfriend. You should stop listening. Delete the message. Tell him to delete the pictures and then probably block him. 

Or you could let the message keep playing. 

Suna inhales sharply, followed by a shaky moan. You swear you can hear the sound of his fist stroking his dick. 

“I hope you’re not letting him put it in your ass like you let me. That’s our thing, okay?”

Under different circumstances you would have laughed. 

“Fuck,” he hisses. “And I hope you’re not letting him spit in your fucking mouth. Or–shit–doing that thing where you’d suck me off with your head hanging upside down off the bed.” He falters at the end of the sentence, groaning into the phone.

“I’m not gonna–” he interrupts himself, sighing deeply. “I’m not gonna pretend I’ve been happy for you. I miss you.”

You feel hot all over, a heady combination of annoyance and arousal and embarrassment. There’s a dull throbbing between your legs and in the back of your mind you wonder if this is what Suna wanted when he sent the message. 

“Just–just let me fuck you one more time. Okay princess? I’ll make it sooo good for you,” he whines. You can hear his hand picking up speed.

“It’s still early. Two months is nothing, it won’t even count as cheating.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “God, just one last time. Please?”

Without thinking, you grab a pillow and position yourself over it in a straddle. You won’t let him fuck you, but that doesn’t mean he can’t make you come one last time.

“I promise I’ll do that thing you like with my tongue. And you can pick all the positions if you want to.” There’s a tremble in his voice. “Or just lay there. I’ll do all the work.”

You grind into the pillow beneath you, picturing the expression you know he’d be wearing if he were in front of you–batting those dark eyelashes with raised eyebrows, just barely able to control the smug curve of his lips.

Heat pools in your gut and a whimper falls from your lips. Suna keeps talking.

“I know you miss me. You have to. You’re probably touching yourself to this right now.” 

You gasp softly and rock your hips faster.

“Such a fucking slut.” You hear the telltale quiver in his voice that tells you he’s getting close. “My fucking slut.”

You moan, his words giving you flashbacks.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, I’m coming,” he rasps, before letting off a series of moans and whimpers that almost make you concede. You grind harder into the pillow beneath you, imagining Suna in his room, chest heaving, talking into the phone and making himself come to pictures of you. 

That does it. A tsunami of pleasure washes over you, forcing your body to tense before you go limp, collapsing onto your bed with a shudder.

You and Suna breathe in tandem, both of you catching your breath. 

You hear another laugh through the phone. “Damn, that was a lot.” There’s the sound of sheets rustling. “Kinda made a mess, princess.”

He’s silent for another few beats before clearing his throat. “Text me, okay?” he says quietly. “Please.”

The voice message ends.

part two

[sukunasbow]

for this request   .ᐟ 

“please cait, i can’t — fuck,” 

    cait’s been overstimulating you for hours, her dark blue strap pounding into you over and over like a broken record. she takes both of your wrist in one hand, pinning them above your head. “come on darling, just one more for me, yeah?” she coos, her accent coming out thick with her words. 

    your only protest comes out as a whine. every ounce of strength in your body has dissipated due to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. your thighs are wrapped around caitlyn’s back loosely, giving you something to hold on to. 

     her pace slows down for a moment, those fast, harsh thrust turned into something slower and deeper. at this rate, you can feel every inch of her plunging in and out of you. her faux cock kissing that gummy spot inside of you with each movement of her hips.

    “nghh, cait. you’re so, so deep, fuck,” you look up to see her piercing blue eyes analyzing your features. her gentle expression much different than her current actions. 

     your hands are released from cait’s grip and you instantly go to grip the soft sheet underneath you. her head drops low, hanging right in the crook of your neck. you feel her pace falter, becoming uneven, noticing she’s grinding up into you instead of plunging.

    she doesn’t reply to your lewd comment, no, she’s more focused now, and you can hear a slight whimper every time she rolls her hips into you. 

   “ah - mmmph , you feel so good, love. just stay like this, please.” her voice is much softer and breathier, causing her last words come out more as a whine then a demand. 

    you were shocked at her words to say the least, specifically at her desperation. caitlynn was not one to ask for what she wants, let alone beg. whenever she wanted something she got it, simple as that. so, you take this opportunity to test the waters, and flip things around. 

    “gonna cum for me? make a mess all over me, commander?” you manage, making your voice sound more silky and sultry. 

    and to your surprise, it works. another high pitched noise escapes her throat. her face is flushed, embarrassed by how much of an effect your words have on her. 

    you’re so lost in cait’s body language, you almost forget about your own. you feel that band in your lower stomach threatening to snap, growing closer and closer every passing second. your body falls limp against the bed, completely letting cait use you for her own pleasure. 

   “i’m so close, dear. i’m about to, ah - fuck !” her hips stop their movements, and she falls into you. her orgasm colliding with yours as a waterfall of juices gush onto the sheets. 

the two of you lay down there a couple of moments, trying to catch your breath from the euphoric feeling. she doesn’t pull out yet, she just stays buried deep into you, kissing along your collarbones. 

“wanna go again, commander?”

sorry it took me so long :( @ellieslosttwofingers