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It was loud.
And far too annoying for a Friday night. Suna can’t remember what Atsumu had told him to make him come, and now he sat watching you laugh and dance with your friends in some random guy’s living room.
Through his annoyance, he can appreciate the bright red body-con dress that hugs your ass so perfectly. Watching you sway from where he sat on the couch, knowing it’s all for him, makes him forget about all the other losers who think they have a chance with you.
As your friend was pulled away by some guy on the basketball team, you turned and sought him out, meeting his eyes. The eyes that you had been putting a show on for all night.
Bring two fingers to your line of sight, you got the message loud and clear, “here, now.”
Intentionally swaying your hips as you waltz over to him, stopping to stand between his spread legs. Setting down his cup, he brought his hands to rub along the backs of your thighs.
“You love to be watched don’t you?” you could hear the tension in his voice as he spoke. Eye’s never leaving his, only glancing away to watch the quirk of his lip.
“Only when it’s for you.” you giggle, feeling his hands grip your thighs. “I think you like watching me too.”
His smile widened, jerking you closer to him forcing your hands to lean on his shoulders. You didn’t realize what was happening until one of his hands moved from your thigh to brush your lower lips through your lace panties.
“Oh well, you just put on such a good show for me. I can’t help it.” pushing your garment out of the way, finger collecting the juices that have coated. Pulling it out and showing you the glistening wetness, “and you seemed to enjoy it just as much, Brat.”
Leaning down to capture his lips you felt his hand back on your gushing pussy, it felt as if you were the only two people in the room. But, knowing that you weren’t, had you pulling away with a final tug of his lip.
“Not here, people will see.” Your plea seemed to have the opposite effect as his eyes lit up at the mention of people looking. Grabbing at your hips he spun you to look at the ground of people dancing in the center of the room, tugging you down to sit on his lap.
“Then, we just have to give them a show. So unzip my pants baby, they’re getting a bit too tight.”
Even if you wanted to act like a brat, you obeyed his command and unzipped his jeans, reaching into his boxers and finding his pulsing cock. Giving it an experiment pump or two, he didn’t need to tell you to push your panties aside and sink onto him.
His hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles in place, reminding you that he’s there for you. His mouth running down the column of your neck, bing and sucking on marks that will be there for more than a few days.
You barely get a minute before he’s beckoning you to rock your hips into his. Your hands steadied yourself on his knees as you pushed down on your boyfriend’s dick, trying your hardest to make sure people couldn’t see where you were connected.
All in vain as Suna began to softly thrust up into your cunt, finger latching onto your throbbing clit. Settling into a steady rhythm of him pushing you up only for you to drop back down to his.
The feeling of eyes rips you from your haze, glancing around the room you meet wide brown eyes.
Atsumu gave you and Suna more than a few once-overs, trying to form an explanation in his drunken mind. Was one of his best friends really fucking his girlfriend in the middle of his living room for everyone to see? Because that’s really what it looked like.
Breaking your thrusts, you press your back to Suna’s chest, head falling back onto his shoulder making your mouth in line with his ear.
“ ‘Tsumu- he-ah! He’s watching, Rin, he’s watching us f-fuck.”
At the mention of his friends, Suna’s eyes dart straight towards the blond, whose eyes intently watch your hips.
Restraint flying out the window, Suna gripped your thighs and spread them for Atsumu to see your disregarded panties and the slick coating your thighs. Moving to pull your lips open, Atsumu could see his teammate’s dick pushing in and out of your quivering hole.
“I think you should show him what you can do, he played so well. He deserves it.” Once again following his command, you peel yourself off him and begin to bounce on his throbbing cock.
Feeling your impending orgasm grow, you drop your head only for Suna to rip his hand away from your clit. Grabbing your jaw and pushing it back for your eyes to meet his once more.
“Keep your eyes on him Brat, be good.”
Through your foggy vision, you could make out Atsumu standing up and begin making his way towards you. Smiling at the man under you, he plopped himself down next to him.
“Do ‘ya guys always fuck in the middle of parties or is this a special occasion?” you could hear the mocking tone from a mile away, he was talking to Suna but you could feel it directed towards you.
“She wanted to put on a show for me so I’m making a show out of her.” Pulling you back to his chest, he forced your head to atsumu so he could put two fingers down your throat.
“Can’t have anyone hearing ‘ya now can we? Go on, suck.”
Feeling you clench around him, mid-orgasm, had Suna stuffing you with his load. The second he had finished cumming Atsumu pulled you off your boyfriend and spread open for him to see.
He watches as he presses a hand on your stomach and how Suna’s cum rushes out of your abused hole, poor thing clenching around nothing.
“Can I go next?”
Maybe loud parties are better than sitting at home. And maybe he should listen to Atsumu a little bit more.