#this was supposed to be a sakura thirst but I started thinking about suo too

[vinomino]

You can’t help it (,,>﹏<,,)

What do they do with their oral fixation girlfriend ?! ( *｀ω´)

Featuring: Suo.H, Sakura.H, x f!reader

Contents: mdni 18+ super suggestive, oral fixation, lotsa licking, food play, dom!reader in sakura’s part(???)

❀ Suo.H

Intently watching the tea rivulets snake down his chin and neck, following its path down onto his Adams apple and collar bone, disappearing under his shirt. You know he’s doing this on purpose.

The itch under you skin, the itch to be closer to him. Abandoning all logic, you push yourself off the cushion, onto the floor board towards as you crawl into his lap. His lone maroon eye studies your movement in amusement. Extending your knees, you start lapping up the drizzle. Running your tongue over his smooth skin, lightly tasting the floral tea on your buds. Beginning at the bottom you lick a line up to the corner of his mouth. He shifts, settling you between his legs.

“You’re quite the handful, you know that?” He mused.

Taking the cup into your hand you press it against his lips, “Drink up Suo, it’s my apology,” you give him a cheeky grin while tipping it. He obliges, taking a sip from the rim, the warm liquid flowing down his throat. With the tilt of your hand it overflows out the rim, all over him. Suo’s smile disappears momentarily, sitting there stunned as the tea soaks through his clothes. “Hehe, oopsies…”

“You did that on purpose.” The smile returns to his face.

“Yeah I did, let’s get you cleaned up.” You coo before lowering your face and begin to lick him clean.

“Insatiable…Are you going to lick all the tea off my body?” Suo murmurs.

Letting out a hum, you continue to erase the tea from him. “You just wanted an excuse to have your tongue on me, didn’t you? Go ahead then,” He drawls, voice thick with a playful challenge, “Help me clean up your little mistake.” You made no attempt of denying his implication, determined to get every last drop.

❀ Sakura.H

Sitting awkwardly on the bed besides Sakura as the movie progresses because all you can think about was the crème from the cake you two were eating at Pothos sliding down his chin a bit.

Pressing your thighs together to try and quell the heat inside you. Sakura noticed you’ve been more quiet since leaving the café, “Is something wrong?”

His two colored eyes stare into yours, “N-Nothing!”

Sakura doesn’t buy it, scrutinizing you with his stare.

Relenting you end up confessing to him that you can’t stop thinking about the crème on his skin. When you finish, the movie is forgotten and an awkward silence fills the room. “Why can’t you stop thinking about it?” He’s confused.

“I wanted to lick it off you.”

“Hah? But…but wouldn’t that…be gross…?” He quirks his brow at you.

“Am I gross to you?” You murmur dejectedly.

“N-No! Definitely not. You’re not…gross to me at all.” The thought of you being gross to him is absurd, but the thought of you cleaning the crème off his with your tongue has him blushing profusely.

You lower your head and glance up at him, giving him puppy eyes. “What is it…?”

Steeling yourself, “Can I try it?”

Now you’ve run off to the kitchen to try and find something to lick off him, you return with a bottle of chocolate syrup. Sakura’s eyes widen and his heartbeat quickens as he sees you return with the tube of chocolate in hand. He swallows hard, his body growing hotter at the thoughts in his mind. His voice comes out shaky as he speaks, “You…you want to use that?”

“Mhm! Take off your shirt!”

Sakura’s face flushes to even deeper red, he hesitates for a moment, not sure if he should go through with this, but he can’t resist the excited look in your eyes. Taking a deep breathe, he peels his shirt off, revealing this toned and muscular upper body to you. You instruct him to lay back, he does, and you sit on top of him. He intently watches you uncap the lid and tip the nozzle down, the thick dark brown liquid drizzles down and over him. Sakura lets out a small gasp. The cold, sticky, sensation of syrup contrasting against his pale skin makes him shiver. Placing the tube down, you take in the sight, he looks like a dessert.

As you bend down and start licking the syrup off, he lets out a soft moan, his hands clenching the sheets so tightly his knuckles turn white.

“Mmmnnh—that’s…that’s….” Sakura can’t form coherent words as you run your lips all over his skin, lapping up the chocolate from every crevice. When you reach his nipples, you lick at them. His body involuntarily arches up, responding to the intense sensation. He lets out ragged pants, feeling pleasure pool up in his stomach.

“Nnnghh…please…m-more…don’t…don’t stop….” He chokes out, a needy and desire filled voice.

You continue to feast on him, the room is now filled with sounds of his labored breathing and soft, guttural noises. Finishing, you sit back up, licking your lips. Sakura’s face was blissed out, tears clinging onto his bottom lashes, hair all ruffled and messy.

“Looks like you need a shower now.” You grin.