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pairing: step daddy!suna x fem!reader warnings: 18+, DARK FIC, age gap (reader is in college), dilf!suna, stepcest, dry humping, dirty fantasies, masturbation, oral sex, corruption kink. words: 1.8k notes: happy suna day!! <3 taglist: @babayaga67​ ​​ @galagcica​ ​​ @hotwings0203​ ​​ @kgojo​ ​​ @mangocrepe​ ​@minniberri​ ​ @coldspoons​ ​ @hawkspet​ ​ @xxrwzy​ ​ @seita #📂 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲 #📂 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

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Suna watches you. He watches you a lot.

It’s like watching a curious puppy taking its first steps, you clumsily mix the chocolate milk, licking the spoon right after, bouncing on your feet at the sound of some pop song blasting on your headphones. 

You wear one of his shirts, white cotton against your skin stopping at your mid-thighs. He notices your baby blue panties when you reach for the cereal on the shelf, the fabric hugging your butt so cutely he almost lets out a groan. He didn’t want to scare you, but you were almost falling out of the counter trying to grab the goddamn cereal box.

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tw! use of weed, slapping, hints of toxic relationship if u squint

been on suna tiktok lately and im so happy that we all collectively ageed of hc stoner!suna. bc imagine getting high w this man!! he just lights a fuckin blunt in front of u on ur front porch, its late and ur honestly so tired from school. ur bf just stares at u lazily w those hooded and zooted fucking eyes, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a sly smile. the blunt is on his lips and ur eyes travel down, ur throat getting dry. “what’yer lookin’ at?” he mumbles, blowing the smoke in front of ur face and ur coughing. “fuckin- rintaro you asswipe!” you yell, hearing suna laugh at ur response and doing the same action again. “wanna try it, princess?” he asks, passing u the blunt with a smug grin playing on his lips. you dont deny, however u do roll ur eyes before smoking the blunt nd puffing out the smoke towards suna. “holy shit, c’mere.” is all ur boyfriend says before he’s pulling u towards his lap, smoking the blunt bfore he throws it on the ground nd presses his lips to yours. u comply, obviously, arms hung loosely around suna’s neck while his tongue is down ur throat, exhaling the puff of smoke inside ur mouth w/ u pulling away; coughing. “fuck you,” u spat once more in between coughs, slapping suna on the face. “as u wish.” he smirks, pushing u off him as he stood up nd grabbed u by the hair.