#haikyuu suna x reader

[zu8her]

✧･ﾟSuna Rintarou | Sweet — just suna being extremely horny

✧･ﾟtags — lots of cum. like a lot. an ungodly amount. non penetrative sex. video call. audio porn. nudes. black!reader. thick!reader. fantasising. switch!suna. no beta. maybe a part 2 if im feeling up to it. masturbating. cock fisting. cock. cock. cock. whiny!suna. Virgin!Suna switch!suna. voicenote.

✧･ﾟnotes — this is the fastest fic i have written thus far. it's inspired by @chrollohearttags and @forusomimiya (y'all are fucking amazing). i dabbled a little bit and added some of my own characterisation to suna. i really hope yall like it.

✧･ﾟ— word count: 1.6K

She's cute. So fucking cute. He thinks staring down at a picture she recently posted. Her hair’s in mini twists. She has on a cherry pink dress with a white-ish nude pink corset outlining her waist. She lays on her signature plaid punch pink picnic mat, snacks surrounding her with a porcelain vase in the centre containing sweet pea vines. She looks up at the camera with a smile. Her hickory skin producing an angelic luminance under the sun's honey glimmer.

Her friend's rust coloured hand can be spotted at the crook of the photo with their glamorous green acrylics in view tapping against the mat.

But his eyes only fixate on her. Her glistening skin, her chest pushed up with the help of the corset (he questions if it was deliberate or not), her thighs in view as her dress is hiked up slightly and her alluring smile.

His eyes has been taking in every tantalising detail of her body. He grunts, a moan or two slipping out, stroking his cock faster. Hissing at the cum seeping down his shaft.

He'd like to say that this doesn't happen often but it does. Him relentlessly stroking his cock for her, because of her, is a near daily occurrence for him. The mere thought of her would make him palm his cock through his sweatpants. The mere sight of her as he scrolled through his phone would make him throw his head back closing his eyes to filthy images of her.

Like right now, viciously fisting his cock. He groans as yet another shaking orgasm washes over him. His cum running down his hand gathering with the previous spurts of cum and precum. It landing on his tile floor and droplets on his phone. It rolls down from his cum-covered balls onto his sweatpants he pulled down a good 2-3 hours ago. His mind too dazed to even conceive the time or how many times he had cum.

To overwhelmed to hold it, he drops his phone. Shutting his eyes, he envisions her with his cock in her mouth. Teasing him with little licks at his tip and her hand running up and down his cock.

He’d always think about her. During practice, lectures, at some of event where he sat for hours, at home, with a smirk planted on his face as she scolds him after finding a piece of her clothing he had hidden in his room after she forgot it there. "You think this is funny? I thought someone stole it. I've been looking for this."

His thoughts would be filled with her. Her in utter ecstasy. Her flowerful voice always in his head, dripping with lust as it whines, moans, gasps and giggles.

“Fuck me, Rin.”

“I’ll make you feel so good, baby.”

“Be a good boy and let me fuck you, Rin.”

“Touch yourself for me, baby.”

He’s been violently horny, since he became her boyfriend. She knows his for a fact. He's always teasing her. Pressing his hard cock against her ass and whispering the things he'd do to her. “What about we get out of here and you show me what you're hiding under this shirt, hmm? Would you like that?”

This is especially enticing for him because he has not done anything with anyone yet. She has. The thoughts of his 'extremely fucking attractive and experienced' girlfriend fucking him, would rile him up. It would have him in the bathroom rubbing one out with images of her between his legs lapping up all his cum and him fucking her pretty little throat, filling it and watching her swallow.

He'd spent hours fantasising about fucking her in everyway imaginable.

With her bent over his knee as he fucks his fingers into her. Licking off her cum. How would it taste like, he seldom ponders. Would it be as sweet as her.

Her legs over his shoulder, while he moans her name and fucks his cock into her wet cunt. Rubbing her clit as he feels her cum on his cock. How would that feel like?

With her laying on her stomach, drool running down her cheek as he fucks her from behind. Watching her ass repeatedly bounce against his cock.

From the side, holding her leg up as he plunges every inch of his cock into her. Sloppily kissing her. Looking through his mirror at her tits bouncing with his thrusts.

This is torture. Depriving him from fucking her (even if it was him who said he'd like to take things slow). Surely, she had to suffer alongside him. Probably with her wand, pressing it against her clit. Her ass up, legs spread rubbing her clit and teasing her soft fingers inside her slit.

He often wonders if she fucks herself to the thought of him. Does she grope her tits and press her thighs together at the photos she has of him, at the photos he sends?

These thoughts would send him into a frenzy, that leaves him with his cock hard again. Then he'd retreat to his bed or bathroom with his trusty phone and the baby wipes she had left in his dorm and forgot about.

He'd like her to experience and bare the brunt of the disgustingly lewd lust she brought onto him. He'd be cruel, evil even. Torturing her by sending her pictures of his hard cock with his pretty pink tip, audios of him moaning for her, videos of his throbbing cock. His cock twitching with cum all over it, his hand too, holding the base while cum drips onto his stomach. Deliberately but vaguely placing emphasis on his hand or taking it out of the frame entirely because he knows how much she loves his hands.

This night. This normal, Sunday evening, he felt particularly needy. He came, and came, and came. To the point that a small puddle of his cum formed. The ache started when he woke up scrolling through his phone to find a voicenote she had sent to him, of her quiet moans and whimpers with the sound of her vibrator accompanying her, in retaliation. He listened to it on his way to the bathroom. Which is where he stays currently, stroking his cock again after finally ceasing stroking his cock an hour ago.

He cleaned up. Throwing his dirty sweatpants in the laundry hamper. Just then is when he caught a glimpse of her underwear and hot pink towel hanging over the rack.

So, he sits on his toilet with her towel wrapped around his neck inhaling her scent and rubbing her thong against his cock.

While he continued to indulge in his fantasies, she sat by her desk with scented candles, her computer in front of her as she finished her paper. She hums to the music slightly bobbing her head feeling her twists brush against her cheeks.

Feeling her phone vibrate she picks it up. She has notification. A message from: ☆*: .｡.Rin🤎.｡.:*☆ with a video attached to it.

Seeing that, she stops. It’s either him beginning his tirade of bombarding her with videos he found funny (his humour is quite... stale but she loves him for it), the practice match footage, random volleyball plays he wanted to try or him begging her to come fuck him. He’d done this many times. She’d respond with a picture of herself effectively worsen his problem, sometimes she'd be kind and send him a message telling him to care of it himself/ to fuck off (which she found he enjoyed) or her laying in bed with her vibrator between her folds rewatching the video, over, and over, and over again.

She sits thinking. Finish the essay now, but she does have 3 more weeks before she has to hand this in. Her eyes snap to her phone when she receives yet another message from him. She discards all reason and opens it. Clicking on the notification the video automatically plays.

Her screen is filled with his cum-covered cock. It would be abhorrent how much cum covers his cock and hand if she did not find it attractive, which she does. Over her speakers softly plays the sloppy sound of him rubbing his cock and him moaning. She presses her thighs together when he finally speaks.

“Hey, baby.” His husky voice greets.

“Look what you’ve done…” He sniffs. “You did this. Fuck- You have me stroking my cock like this… You won’t even help me… Look how hard it is… I just need- just- fuck- please, please come fuck me, baby.” His deep voice whines.

“I’ll do anything. I’ll be good. Just please let me fuck you." His voice softens. "I'll be good."

He continues, unable to form a coherent thought or sentence with his mind dazed in a haze of pleasure. Just blabbering whatever slips out with his moans.

“You’re so pretty y/n. So fucking pretty. Just thinking about you… Fuck-” He whines as cums spurts onto his stomach and drip down his hand.

Hearing only his whimpers for a few moments as he gathers himself. Then he slips into a domineering tone with his sly chuckle.

“Please, come fuck me. Just your tits will be fine. Or let me eat you out. Or just come watch me. Watch me fuck myself for you. Just for you.”

The camera flips and she's met with his face. Sweat runs down his face, his yellow eyes dull with lust as he gives a fucked-out grin before his face twists and he deliverers a deep moan. She hears him continue to sloppily stroke his cock.

“Fuck, I’m still cumming for you.”

He pants, him biting his lower lip. With a chuckle the video ends.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #suna x female reader #suna x y/n #suna headcanons #suna x black reader #haikyuu x black reader #suna rintaro smut #suna rintarou #suna rintaro imagine #black reader smut #black reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu suna x reader #hq x reader #suna smut #suna x you #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro drabbles #switch!suna rintarou #suna rinatro #haikyuu #suna rintaro scenarios #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro fic #suna haikyuu #suna rintarou smut #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — zu8her

[suniix]

note | prompt from here!

Suna Rintaro walked by your side, watching as you hugged yourself and rubbed your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up. He told you meeting him out this late was a bad idea, but you were stubborn and wished to have a little stargazing date with him. He couldn’t deny you, not when you sounded so excited over the phone.

But, as much as he loved you, he couldn’t stand the sight of you shivering from the cold while he walked beside you, warm.

“You’re cold.”

“I’m not.”

You wrapped your thin cardigan around your torso and looked away, already feeling Suna’s gaze on you.

A warmth spread across your shoulders and you turned to look at him, noticing he didn’t have his volleyball jacket on anymore. As he gently placed it on your shoulders he kissed your cheek, grabbing your hand to tug you forward.

“Let's go home. You’re freezing, and I don’t want you catching a cold.”

You held the jacket closer to you, feeling the warmth of his hand spread throughout your body. Maybe you should forget your sweater more often.

“And next time, bring a jacket. I don't want others to think I'm a bad boyfriend for wearing a sweater while you stand next to me shivering like a Chihuahua because now I’m jacketless and cold.”

thank you for reading till the end!

masterlist

#suna x reader #suna x you #suna x y/n #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro x y/n #haikyuu suna x reader #haikyuu!! #suna rintaro fluff #suna bf brainrot

[rint4rous]

on the house! - on the house [end]

suna rintaro x reader smau — masterlist

a/n: its been so long but i am so happy to finish this smau. thank you for reading and giving sm love to oth!!! 🤍 and as usual ignore time stamps.

thirty - thirty-one - thirty-two [bonus]

<3: @offtosimpjail @ellouisa17 @livixxn

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[starjaeyun]

backburner — suna rintarou mini series

🎧 now playing . . . backburner by NIKI

warning/s : angst, little to no 🤏🏻 fluff, toxic relationship!, profane language, more to be added soon.

status : coming soon. (might upload chapt. zero later or tomorrow)

taglist : open, just comment or send an ask

(block the tag #[mini series : starjaeyun] if you do not want to see posts related to any mini series written by me)

author’s note : hello! i am back again with a series (mini) which i hopefully will be able to finish 🥰 the story will flow according to the exact lyrics of backburner by NIKI. if the story does not go like you expected, do know that this is how i understood the lyrics mixed with a bit of researching & my own creativity 😁 by the way, bonus chapters are quite important!

zero. i can’t lie, it feels nice that you’re calling. you sound sad and alone and you’re stalling.

one. and for once, i don’t care about what you want. as long as we keep talking.

one, filler chapter. (as long as we’re talking)

two. i mean, you gotta admit history’s kind of unmatched.

two, filler chapter. asian calvinism, we made it out of that

three. well, whether we’re free of will or predestined. clearly, i’ve not learned my lesson even now.

four. hope he doesn’t strike me down

four, bonus! (strike me down)

five. the goo goo dolls are dead to me the way you should be too. but you bring them up.

five, bonus! along with, how much i fucking miss you

— titles of unpublished parts are subject to change, along with adding & deleting chapters 🫶🏻 happy reading everyone! ❤️

#[mini series : starjaeyun] #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro series #suna x reader #haikyuu suna x reader #suna x you #suna x y/n #suna x fem! reader #toxic relationship tw #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu masterlist #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #suna angst #suna rintarou angst #haikyuu angst

[heartsoji]

comforting you after getting a little insecure about your relationship

suna, bokuto, sakusa x reader (separate)

notes on sakusa's: he's aged up and his volleyball schedule is based off of an elite volleyball club schedule, so if his canonical schedule is different im sorryyy

warnings: reader insecurities, platonic hugs and cuddles w/ friends

notes: the one bolded word is the nickname for the character that reader uses :)

a/n: WOWOWOW omi getting 10 hrs of sleep i could never it's 1am rn

s. rintaro & clinginess (reader goes to a diff school)

-you were clingy.

-and you knew that very well.

-however, you never felt bad about your clinginess. rin was big on physical touch, too.

-it wasn't until one of your friends pointed it out that you felt a teensy teensy bit of insecurity.

you engulfed your two friends in a big hug. "morning!"

the two looked at you and laughed. (not in a mean way) "morning, y/n-chan."

you walked between them with your arms around them and talked. you loved moments like these; just talking, enjoying each other's presences, and getting some love in the form of platonic touch. you loved these friends deeply, and you enjoyed every moment that you had with them. you also always wanted to feel loved as well as make them feel loved, and physical touch = your love language. not to mention, you got to hear all the gossip like this. it was great.

then, at some point, one of your friends pointed something out. "y/n-chan, do you have attachment issues?"

you were very taken aback. "what?"

"yeah, she probably does. she always needs to be between us or something. definitely sounds like attachment issues." your other friend added teasingly.

you just laughed and said, "lowkey yeah i guess." and continued the conversation.

although the comment was half-joking and you had brushed it off, it was enough to start overthinking any touch that you had with anyone.

where you'd usually give your friend a quick pinch to the sides to greet and scare her, you instead screamed "BOO!"

you immediately backed off when you realized you gave one of your friends a hug out of instinct and habit, not wanting to come off as clingy.

you opted to sit on the other side of the table when you were studying in the library with your friend, worried that she might think it was weird how you wanted to platonically cuddle while studying.

though these were subtle changes, you really started to get into your head.

when you met up with rin after school, you opted for a "hi rin!" instead of a "RIIIIIIN!" and a big running hug. he noticed this change, but said nothing.

when he tried to grab your hand to walk together, you held his loosely, which was different from your usual pulsing grip. you liked to give his hand squeezes. you didn't know why, but it was just reassuring to you. but you didn't do it. didn't wanna come off as clingy or too attached or anything.

when you watched a movie together, you sat next to him instead of cuddling with him.

when you started crying during the movie, you held his hand instead of engulfing him in a huge hug.

rin took note of all of it.

he wasn't sure if it was significant enough to mention, but something about this situation had a weird vibe to it, so he brought it up as casually as possible.

"you've been less touchy today." rin mentioned as you two walked home.

you froze. he noticed?

"i-i guess so?" casual. keep it casual.

he picked up on the uncertainty in your voice straight away. "what's wrong?"

"nothing!" you tried your best to sound cheerful.

he raised an eyebrow at you.

"w-well, it's just that my friend mentioned that im kinda always on your arm and asked if i had attachment issues or something. i didn't like let it get in my head or anything, but i just kinda noticed that she's sorta right. thought id try giving you some space, you know?" you rambled. as you let it all out, tears formed in your eyes. oh gosh. he would definitely think that you were overreacting. you tried hiding your face so that he wouldn't see them, but it was too late.

rin wasted no time in engulfing you in the biggest hug and pressing kisses all over your neck.

you could feel your cheeks heating up.

"don't stop.. being all clingy and touchy and stuff. its cute and i love it."

he took a deep breath. he never was very good at talking about emotions. "i love.. everything about you. including your attachment issues."

to anyone else, nothing about rin's expression when he said that was weird. it was the same deadpan expression that he always wore. the stoic, cold, distant one.

but you knew him well. in his eyes, you saw a tenderness and love that he could only look at you with. the tenderness and love that meant "i mean it." no filter, no bs, no false comfort. the truth.

there's no doubt in your mind. you're not thinking about how he's just saying that, or how he finds this little conversation annoying and insignificant. all you're thinking about is how lucky you are to be with someone like rin. you hug him back as a few tears of relief and love fall. with a smile and tears in your eyes, you reply.

"same here."

b. koutaro & another girl

-your relationship with bokkun was pretty new

-you had been friends for maybe 4 months or so before you two started dating for a month now, but you had an instant connection and became good friends very quickly.

-however, you had always felt that because you hadn't even know bokkun for half a year yet, there were a lot of things that you didn't know about him.

his friends, tendencies and habits, etc.

-you were never shy around him because of that, though. it was hard to be with his personality.

-you accepted that there were a lot of things that you didn't know about bokkun, but you loved him and he loved you, so you constantly reassured yourself that you would always continue to get to know him.

-but one day, you felt yourself getting pretty worked up about something.

"bokkun!" you exclaimed as you ran up to him. it was finally time to have lunch, so you were excited to eat together and talk.

you stopped. talking to him beside him was a girl with long, jet black hair and big amber eyes. she had long, thick eyelashes and full, plump lips. her milky white skin didn't have a single blemish. she had a small, v-shaped face and a nice ass. to sum it up, she was possibly the prettiest girl you had ever seen.

who is she and why is she talking to bokkun? wait. no no no. don't overthink it. she's probably just a classmate or something. no need to worry about it. you thought to yourself.

but then, she placed her hand on his bicep and gave him a cute smile. you could read her lips. "bokuto-san, this is very impressive! you must work very hard at volleyball!" or something. seriously, who is that?

when she did that, bokkun didn't shove her off. he just kept talking as if nothing unusual was going on. as if a girl that wasn't his girlfriend wasn't clinging onto his beefy biceps.

you felt tears well up in your eyes. he wasn't even shoving her off. did he not care about you?

you wiped your tears and walked up to him.

"bokuto." you said coldly. you were seriously hurt. how could he do this to you? you really thought that this relationship would go somewhere.

at the use of his normal last name, his hair drooped. were you mad? what did he do?

"what did i-" he began.

"can we talk?" you interrupted, glaring at the girl before pulling him away.

you led him to a quiet area in the courtyard where you wouldn't cause a big fuss.

"bokuto." you started sharply. "who the hell was that girl?"

his hair drooped even further. you were definitely mad. why, though? "a.. classmate? her name's takahiro. uh.. takahiro mika. we're.. working on a group project together. he answered nervously. the air was thick with tension and he didn't like it one bit.

"do you realize," you began, "that that CLASSMATE of yours was flirting with you? she literally grabbed your BICEP MUSCLES, bo. and you didn't even tell her to let go! you just kept talking as if that was normal! you have a girlfriend! me! do i not matter to you?" you exclaimed. you were talking pretty quickly, and you could barely understand yourself, but you didn't care. you were pissed.

"huh?" bokkun said, confusion and a slight bit of happiness due to the return of a nickname lacing his tone. "she was just commenting on my hard work for volleyball, though?"

it took him another few seconds to think about what you had said. he now understood that maybe you didn't want him touching other girls, which was perfectly normal and understandable! he would avoid that in the future.

that was when his brain finally caught up. you were talking so quickly that it took him a second to catch up. did you really just ask if you didn't matter to him? of course you did! you're the freaking love of his life, after all! (leave it to bokuto to get carried away with the whole "life" thing.)

"woah woah woah!" he screamed.

you jumped. what was with the sudden surge of emotion.

he grabbed you in his arms, picked you up in the air, and twirled you around before peppering kisses all over your face.

"of! *kiss* course! *kiss* you! *kiss* matter! *kiss* to! *kiss* me!" he cried.

he stared at you dead in the eye. "don't even think about that. i love you so, so much. i'm sorry if what happened made you uncomfortable. i'll make sure to try to pick up on when she might be flirting with me. i love you so much, ok? never forget that. ok? i LOVE YOU. i love you, l/n y/n."

you giggled. you got all worked up over him just being a guy who's concerningly dense. he didn't even realize that she was flirting, and thought that she was just being friendly.

"sorry for getting so mad. i love you too." you said, still in his arms.

"nonsense! i'm sorry for making you feel bad. this won't happen again! i promise!"

you sighed in contentment. bokuto koutaro was a man that you honestly hadn't known for very long. but what did that matter? you loved him, and he loved you. he's dense, stupid, idiotic, and friendly to a fault. but that's just part of what makes him so cute and special. because he's also loving, caring, loyal, affectionate, and the sweetest gentleman you've ever met.

even if the two of you hit some bumps on the road, you know that you'll be able to fix it somehow, as long as you're together.

s. kiyoomi & time for two

-you knew going into this relationship with professional athlete sakusa kiyoomi would mean that he would have to dedicate a lot of time to volleyball. you understood that, and were supportive! you were proud of him for pursuing his passion, and the muscle he gained from it was a nice bonus.

-even with his demanding schedule, omi always made time for the two of you. even though he wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, he worked towards being more affectionate and spending quality time with you.

-in fact, every friday, the two of you would wash up in the shower, get all cozy and ready for bed, then settle on the couch for some cuddling and a movie. neither of you loved extreme outdoorsy dates, so you two were more than happy to do this. it was chill and relaxing, and it was the highlight of your week. you two usually ending up falling asleep on the couch, snuggled in each others arms.

-but even though he worked so hard to make time for you, it didn't always work out.

he was late.

omi was supposed to be home 45 minutes ago, but he still wasn't home. he wasn't responding to any of your calls or texts either, and you were starting to get worried. his dinner was getting cold.

you wait another 15 minutes. he still isn't home and its been an hour.

you wait an additional 10 minutes.

then 10 minutes turn to 20, and 20 into 30.

and a whole 2 hours later, he still isn't home.

finally, 2 hours and 46 minutes after he was supposed to be home, the front door opens.

"hey y/n.." he groans, obviously very exhausted. "im so sorry that im so late. we have a really big tournament this weekend so they're going extra hard on us."

"that's ok, omi." you reply. you know that his volleyball career is very important, and you don't want to get in the way of that. "have some dinner! you must be hungry."

"thanks, babe."

you were hoping to sit and talk for awhile, but omi finished as fast as he could and practically sprinted upstairs to shower. he needed at least 10 hours of sleep for his practice tomorrow.

you went to bed touch-starved and a bit lonely.

the next day, you were hoping to talk with omi about your day and also about his. you hadn't gotten to talk much last night, so you were really hoping for a chance to catch up.

however, he came home late once again, and went to bed early once again.

you knew that omi was trying his best to get home and that he didn't feel good about leaving you alone, but he couldn't help it sometimes. this upcoming tournament would be one of the most important ones in a 5-month span, so he needed to go the extra mile. you understood this. you always had. you needed to be extra supportive in times like these, in fact. still, it would be hard for you when the same pattern repeated over the course of wednesday and thursday.

on friday, you were having the worst day possible.

your boss was in a terrible mood today and fired one of your closer co-workers, a different co-worker dumped half of his work on you with little warning, you burnt your hand making dinner, and you were having a huge fight with one of your best friends.

all you wanted was one of your omi-y/n-shower-movie-cuddle sessions. you were exhausted and quite frankly on the verge of tears.

however, omi did not come home on time. he came home 3 hours later than he was supposed to and you were about to cry about it.

when he finally burst through the door, tired but guilty about the situation, you just gave him a huge hug.

he was startled by the suddenness of it, but he embraced you back.

and then he asked you the worst question you can ever hear when you're trying your best not to cry.

"hey, is everything ok?"

you burst into tears immediately. the frustration, exhaustion, anger, annoyance, and loneliness you had been experiencing this past week all flooded out and onto omi's shirt. you didn't answer, merely crying and squeezing him close.

he was alarmed, to say the least.

he tried his best not to panic, but you could feel his heartbeat pounding faster.

"can we.. cuddle and talk it out?" he asked. he knew that you needed someone to talk to, and he also knew that you felt most comfortable when cuddling. he figured this was probably the best way to make you feel safe and seen.

you nodded, tears still flowing. he then picked you up and walked over to the couch and sat the two of you down.

"so.. uh, what's wrong, love?" he asked. he really, really, really didn't wanna make you uncomfortable and prod when you didn't want to tell him, but he was also concerned for you.

"i just.." you started, "i don't know! i know that your job is super demanding and im so proud to be dating a literal pro athlete! but i don't know, sometimes im just sad that we can't spend more time together. and i had such a bad day at work today and i was honestly really looking forward to our special friday shower-movie-cuddle session because after such a hard, draining, day, it would've been just what i needed! and you've been coming home so late and not talking to me that i just feel like.. i don't even know! and the worst part is that i know that you're doing your best and that it's hard for you to get us time with your schedule! i know you're trying your hardest! and it just makes me feel like a horrible person to feel these things when you're trying your best and im just like.. invalidating your hard work or something! and it's just like, are we ok?" you ranted, more tears falling with every word spoken. you hadn't meant to let it all out like that. your intention was to gently talk about what was going on, or not even have this discussion. omi was probably bored and annoyed, too. this was the worst.

however, omi was in fact not bored and annoyed. he patiently listened to your rant, paying attention to each word that fell off your tongue. when he was sure you were done, he pulled you in tight.

"i'm so, so sorry love." he said gently, holding you close. "i should've made more time for you. it's not your fault at all, so don't even think about that. it's my fault for coming home so late and spending so little time with you."

he grabbed your face and looked you in your red, bloodshot, teary eyes. "i love you. a lot. i don't really know what im doing when it comes to relationship-y type stuff, but one thing i do know is this. i. love. you. so so much."

"so.." you started, "shower-movie-cuddle?"

he chuckled. he had to get to bed and get 10 hours of sleep, but he would have to make do. "lets go." he swooped you up to carry you to the shower.

yeah. you thought to yourself, cuddled up in his arms. we're ok.

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

#suna x reader #haikyuu suna x reader #suna rintaro #haikyuu suna #suna scenarios #suna x you #suna fluff #suna rintarou #hq suna #hq suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #bokuto #hq bokuto #bokuto koutaro x y/n #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto x y/n #bokuto koutarou x reader #hq bokuto x reader #suna comfort #bokuto comfort #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa fluff #msby sakusa #sakusa comfort #sakusa x y/n #kiyoomi x reader #hq sakusa x reader

[how-do-i-delete-this-acc]

"WHAT THE FUCK?" you screamed angrily as rin laughed at you.

"shoulda checked yourself, i guess." he said cheekily, a smirk on his face.

earlier today, you had asked rin to check the temperature for that day, to which he answered that it would be 42°F. when you asked if it would drop any lower, he told you that it would only drop by a few degrees.

you chose to wear a not thin but not thick puffer jacket, a cute sweater, a mini cargo skirt, leg warmers, and doc martens. (sorry if that isn't rly your style!) you might be a little cold, but you figured that this might be one of your last chances to wear a skirt with how cold it was getting.

it was definitely around 42°F when you two left the apartment to go to the library, but upon stepping outside after your studying, you immediately realized that it was no longer 42°F.

it was 9°F and snowing, in fact.

you glared at him, your eyes lit with fury. how were you supposed to walk back to the apartment in leg warmers when it was 9°F?

"you tricked me!" you scolded angrily as rin just laughed at you.

then, he leaned to position his face close to yours and said, "well how else would i get to see ya wear that little skirt? you know i like that ass of yours, pretty."

apparently, your body temperature being too cold wouldn't be a problem in the moment.

#suna x reader #suna rintaro #suna scenarios #suna x you #haikyuu suna #suna fluff #suna rintaro fluff #hq suna #haikyuu #suna rintaro x femake reader #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #suna drabble #suna imagines #hq suna x reader #haikyuu suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq #hq fluff #hq x you #hq x reader

[hajiberry]

y/n: are you up?

two seconds after you hit send your phone started ringing, “hello?”,

“don’t, hello me like you’re not texting me at almost 3 am”, came his gruff voice from the other end.

“why didn’t you text back like a normal person?”, you asked and you could practically see his eyes rolling,

“because I’m tired and typing is too much work right now”, you nodded, as if he could see you. “why are you up so late?”he asked, like he wasn’t up just as late.

“had coffee at like 8”,

“because?”

“because i had a final to study for after work but now i can’t sleep”, it was quiet for a second and you thought he had fallen asleep.

“want me to come over?”, your face immediately broke out into a grin,

“i meannnn if you want”, he scoffed, and you could hear him moving around in his room.

“i’ll be there in like 6 minutes okay?”

“okay, bring ice cream”,

“no”, before you could respond he hung up and a minute later he was sending you a picture of a tub of ice cream sitting in his passenger seat.

iwaizumi, suna, kenma, TSUKISHIMA, osamu, kuroo

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu suna #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu osamu #haikyuu iwa x reader #iwa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu suna x reader #suna x reader #suna scenarios #kenma x reader #kenma x y/n #kenma scenario #osamu x reader #osamu scenarios #tsukishima hcs #tsukishima x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu kuroo x reader #kuroo scenarios

[izufeels]

⌕ [ dear yn (love suna rintaro) ] — r.suna !

dear yn,

don’t laugh at me for doing this bull shit.

don’t laugh at me for confessing through a letter

i thought about this a lot. and by ‘this’ i mean you and confessing and being in love with you. of all people

ok that sounded dick headish

i didn’t mean it in a dick head way i meant it in like a ‘holy shit i can’t believe i’m fucking cliche and i fell in love with my super hot best friend’

i think about you a lot

the twins think it’s annoying how much i talk about you

anyway. my hand hurts and i know it’s difficult to read my janky ass handwriting so i’m ending this right now

i’m in love with you

don’t block me on everything and move to a different city

k bye

love, suna rintaro

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #rintaro suna x reader #rintaro suna #suna rintaro #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu suna rintaro #haikyuu suna #haikyuu suna x reader #suna love letter #— love letter collec #love letters #izufeels #haikyuu love letter #suna confession

[aphroxditus]

ᴘᴏsᴛ-ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: sᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ̄

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢs: sᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ̄

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ | sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪsᴍ, sᴀᴅɪsᴍ

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴏᴍɢ ɪ ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀɢᴇs- ᴄᴏɴɢʀᴀᴛs ᴍᴇ ɪɢ! ɴᴏ, ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴇ

You went for Atsumu’s game since he was constantly nagging for you to come to one of his games to show you “all the cool stuff n’ tricks he learnt” as he likes to put it but who would’ve thought that you’d be fucking with the middle blocker from his team.

He should be here, shouldn’t he? It was the locker room, right? Or did you mistake his bad hand gestures and he actually meant somewhere else? You hesitate to enter the locker room. You know you shouldn’t go in but you wanted to see. You first knock softly but no reply. Knocking louder didn’t work either. Your hand moved towards the door and you pushed it open, peeking in just in case someone was in there but unsurprisingly there wasn’t.

Scanning the room, you locked eyes onto a red and black jersey and instantly recognised the name and number of one of them. Suna’s number. Huh. His jersey was thrown carelessly on the floor to no surprise. He was prominently known for his lazy nature. As you walked over, you bent over to pick it up and examine it. After all, how often would you be able to get your hands on a sports jersey that’s been worn by the player. Well, it was a big deal for you. Pursing your lips, you find the locker with his assigned number and you smile.

A warm breath fanned the back of your neck and your eyes widens not daring to look back to see who it was. Still clutching onto Suna’s spare jersey, your knuckles turn white as you clench harder.

“I think that belongs to me, princess. Hmm?”

That low, deep, sultry voice was instantly recognisable.

Suna. Shit.

Slowly turning around, your grip doesn’t loosen but you crane your head up to lock eyes with the lean figure pressed up close to you.

Stumbling to find words, all you manage to get out was a quiet hum. You let go and allow it to drop to the floor.

“Sorry princess, I didn’t catch that”, he craned his tall frame over so your faces would be inches away.

You could see that dirty smirk plastered on his face and his smug face was accentuated with his half lidded eyes, giving you a sarcastic look.

Flushed, you reply, “I-ah. I’m sorry- I didn’t know-“, then you stopped yourself. You didn’t know it was their changing room? That’s a lousy answer.

He lifted a brow then an idea sprung to his head. “What if….” He returned to his original height and slowly removed his shirt. “…I was changing? And you just walked in on me? Hmm?”

Whipping your head to face away from his naked torso, you feel your face heat up rapidly. You heard a low chuckle erupt from him and you feel embarrassed for your childish reaction. Slowly, cold but gentle hands grip your chin and turn your head. Before you know it, you’re facing the tall man. His abs were prominent and his arms were stocked and built with muscle.

“Why don’t we try on that jersey on you, princess? After all, you seemed quite interested in it.”

Not daring to move, you felt frozen. This man had you wrapped around his fingers. In his clutches. And he was playing you like a game. A fun one.

His hands gently gripped onto your hips and then slipped up to tug on your shirt. He pulled it over your head, exposing you only in your bra. You try to hide yourself but he softly shakes his head.

“No need, pretty girl. Your so beautiful”, he rasped and hummed.

He picked up the spare jersey and put it over your head, letting you slip into the shirt that was evidently too big.

He pursed his lips and took a step back.

“You already look like you belong to me and I haven’t even fucked you yet”, he said in a breathy voice. “May I?”

Sheepishly, you nod your head and squeak a “yes” before he made his way to you. Suna eyes you up and down, then began slipping off your booty shorts and panties. You notice his eyebrows rise and him begin to chuckle. For what though?

“You’re wet by my mere presence? I haven’t even done anything yet.”

Oh.

Ashamed, you had no answer and just looked away from his face.

“I bet I could make this pussy squirt today.”

“That’s bold of you to assume. I’d like to see you try”, you blurt out.

Surprised by your sudden change of personality, he seems as if he’s accepted the challenge. He just shrugs and nods.

“Alright, princess. Try not to moan too loud, yeah? I don’t want the others to hear you when they come to change.”

Wait what? When they come to change? Where is he going?

Before these questions could be answered, he picks you up and you lock your legs around his hips. Throwing your arms around his neck and burrowing your face into his neck, you let him lead you to wherever he has planned. Each of his large hands grab each of your ass cheeks and he squeezes them as he walks. This earns a little squeak and jump from you.

“Fuck, how are you dripping already?”, his raspy voice hums through your body. “Did your slutty self want this even before I offered?”

You purse your lips and keep silent. As he leads you to a bathroom stall, you begin to rethink everything. Screw it. It’s the Suna Rintarō. Who honestly wouldn’t want to be in your position right now?

As he pulled the seat down, he sits down and spreads his legs out. Tugging on his shorts, you let it slip down and pool around his legs. He leans back and begins to relax. He closed his eyes and let his head rest back.

You purse your lips and notice the big bulge of his great length. Shit.

Be opens an eye and notices you still eying his cock and a sadistic smirk is painted onto his face.

“Problem?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“I just- It’s big.”

He raised a brow.

“Please help.”

A low chuckle came from him and he shook his head softly.

“Alright, c’mere”, he patted for you to straddle him.

Doing as he said so, his hands were wrapped around your waist and pushed you down slowly into his length. He let you take it in slowly, once in a while grunting when you clenched. He watched you struggle and you knew he enjoyed it. Suddenly, you push yourself down to his full length. This surprises him and a guttural groans erupts when you begin to bounce up to get used to him.

“Fuck, shit, shit”, he takes deep breaths, trying to regain his composure.

“Problem?”, you ask innocently with secret sadistic intentions

Finally returning to his normal self, he grits his teeth. His strong hands grip your hips tighter and you wince. “Nuh uh, don’t give me that attitude. You’re my bitch and I’m the one in control.” Then he slurs into your left ear. “Got it?”

Nodding, you shrink back to your meek self and melt into his grasp.

“Speak.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Moving you painfully slow, you grind again him and mon softly into his ear.

“Rin~”

“That’s right, moan my name.”

At that moment, you hear the main door of the changing room open and it’s followed by a crowd of chatter. Eyes widening, you glare at Suna and plead for help but he only smirks.

“Like I said, I don’t want the others to hear us”, he whispers into your ears.

You only nod and he continues his slow pace. Your teeth bit your tongue and your lips were pursed to avoid any sounds. Small pecks and kisses were awarded to your neck, followed by sucking. That’ll leave a mark, you thought. Slowly but gradually, you began to reach your high and you could tell Suna did so too- which was evident by his chest rising and falling rapidly and his heavy breathing. Before you sunk back into his length, he told you an order.

“No sounds.”

Huh? Suddenly, he bucked his hips up, ramming into you and slamming into that sweet spot. An uncontrollable yelp escaped your mouth but you muffle your moan before it got too loud. A white substance coats his length and you eye it, wondering whether it was his or yours. Both probably..

The chatter stopped and you swore to yourself. Suna only looked smug as he saw your expression of fear.

“Did you guys hear that?”, a voice said.

“Hear what”, another replied.

“A girl”, the first said.

“Gosh, your girlfriend dumping you really has taken a toll on you man. You’re hearing things”, the other chuckled.

Sighing in relief, you bury your head into Suna’s neck and your nose is assaulted by his strong cologne.

His hands grab your ass, giving you support and both of you stay still in that position, cock warming him.

Eventually, the chatter dies out when the door closes and you sit upright on his dick, glad they’re gone. Slapping his bare chest, you curse him.

“You tell me to stay quiet but your dumbass pulls that shit?”

“You’re so cute when your mad, princess”, he merely says, staring into your eyes. Then his eyes turned dark. “But don’t test me. I’ll fuck you raw. You’re mine now, yeah?”

“Yes sir”, you say obediently, clenching around his length.

“Fucking hell~ You like that? Being mine?”, he groaned, clearly turned on. “That’s my good girl”, he praised, slapping your ass.

“Didn’t you promise you’d make me squirt though?”, you cooed, eyes half lidded as you tease him.

Grazing your fingers on his tatted chest, you smirk as your hands snake up and down.

“I’m getting to that, princess. Patience.”

#haikyuu #haikyū!! #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! #hq smut #haikyuu suna rintarou #haikyuu rintaro suna #suna rintaro #rintaro suna #haikyuu suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna x you #suna x reader #suna x self insert #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintaro x you #rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro smut #haikyuu headcanon #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu oneshots #anime smut #anime fanfic #anime #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu! #haikyuu x female reader

[lovelyunholyc]

sfw, mutual pining, childhood friends to ???

"rin, have you ever been in love?"

your question takes him aback, of course. it comes out of seemingly nowhere.

to you, however, it doesn't; it's a curiosity you've had about him for almost as long as you've known him.

almost as long as you've held feelings for him.

you aren't sure what prompts you to blurt it out at this particular moment. maybe it's the blissful aura of summer, how every moment feels infinite, carefree, how much better it is to do these mundane, trivial things when you're with him. how handsome and utterly breathtaking he looks when his hair and eyes and skin are bathed in sunlight, practically glowing beneath it.

there's a long pause in which you lay silently in the grass at your favorite park that's equal distance between your houses, shaded by the tree you've been meeting under since you were children. maybe it was the nostalgia that had made you say it, the safety and familiarity of the leaves swaying gently in the wind, the breaks in them dotting sunlight over you both, coccooning you in your own little world where it seems like nothing can hurt you.

not even his possible answer.

you expect suna to chastise you, like he always does, almost incessantly so, to the point of annoyance. you know he loves getting a rise out of you, and you can't help but fight back when he instigates, just as stubborn.

but the question is honest, painfully genuine, and he must sense that somehow, staring up at the sky between the branches and gnawing absently on his bottom lip.

you just hope he doesn't turn to see that your heart is laid bare before him, open and ready to be plucked like one of the leaves above you.

his eyes don't stray from the sky when he finally answers. "i think so, i'm not sure."

you wonder if he can hear how hard your heart is beating, hammering away in your chest and making it hard to breathe. there is little you don't know about him, and yet-

you're amazed he still surprises you after all this time.

"would you tell me about it?" you ask cautiously, trying too hard to sound casual. there are countless questions on the tip of your tongue. you tamp them down with the same stubbornness you reserve for all things to do with suna rintarou in your life.

suna turns his head to look at you then, but you don't notice because you're busy tearing at the blades of grass in your hands. terrified of what you may or may not see in his eyes.

he smirks to himself, in that irritatingly charming way he does, and turns back up to the sky, closing his eyes against the beam of sunlight that's shifted between the leaves. "maybe someday," he says, conspirational.

you don't know whether to be disappointed or grateful.

before you can think too hard on it, he's sitting up and brushing his palms over his pants. "it's hot. i want ice cream."

you don't have the strength to press him on avoiding your question. maybe someday, you can't help but think, like a prayer, or a curse, you aren't sure either.

suna gets to his feet and holds his hand out to you, and you take it without a second thought, the warmth and familiarity of his hand in yours distracting you from the fact that he makes no move to let go even after you've gotten to your feet and started walking together.

suna chuckles to himself as he leads you to the nearest convenience store, the gentle breeze sweeping your hair and making you smile up at the sun. it's hot, but he doesn't want to let go of your hand. he grins like someone who's undoubtedly gotten away with a little lie, who's kept a secret for a little too long and is on the verge of revealing it.

because, in fact, he doesn't think so, he isn't unsure.

he knows he's been in love.

#suna rintarō #suna haikyuu #haikyuu suna #hq suna #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #suna x reader #hq suna x reader #haikyuu suna x reader #suna fluff #hq suna fluff #haikyuu suna fluff #haikyuu #hq #suna #suna rintarou #ten.writes

[strawberrykake]

⁂ Ignoring ur bf prank ⁂

warnings: mildly suggestive (Semi’s)

—Suna, Tsukishima, Semi

🍪 sad little fox 🍪

“Hey, babe, can you—”

“What was that? You need some help?” You walk to your friend who’s in the kitchen making cookies

Your boyfriend, Suna decided not to pry with you and your best friend’s quality time

but from here and there he would make subtle appearances

“Those cookies smell really nice, guys.” You and your friend look at each other’s cookies, ignoring him.

He doesn’t catch on until he asks you a question, waiting for a response

“Babe, where’s my collared shirt?” When you don’t answer, he continues. “The one with the navy designs on it?”

“[Y/N]!! Look! I made a heart shaped cookie!” Your friend calls to you, assisting you in this little charade

“What the fuck…” he mutters.

He walks over to you.

Sits on the stool in the kitchen across from you.

He basically stares you down.

You try your best to ignore his presence, sweating a little from anxiousness

As tensions begin to rise, your friend couldn’t hold in her laughter so you bursted out laughing, too.

“What’s so funny?” Suna asked, looking between you both, eyes squinting out of suspicion.

“Isn’t this cookie so funny?” You point at a random cookie on the plate that you and your friend made.

She laughed so hard she had to leave the room.

Your words make Suna roll his eyes

They’re definitely ignoring me on purpose, he thinks to himself.

As you were trying to contain yourself since you were now alone, Suna suddenly appears next to you.

“Whatcha laughing about, huh?” he wraps his arms around you.

He lays his chin on your shoulder.

“Are you ignoring me?”

You hear his voice soften and that makes you succumb.

“I’m just pranking you.” You turn around facing him and cupping his cheeks.

“You shoulda seen your face!” You place kisses on his cheeks before placing one sweetly on his lips.

He pouts. “No more of this. I hate it.” He looks down to your lips again.

“Aw, of course. No more, I won’t do it anymore.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

The very next day he plays this same prank on you

“You hypocrite!” is what you told him before he broke down laughing and apologizes with multiple kisses

You immediately forgive him, though

It was hard to stay mad at him when he’s smiling so much

☕ petty af ☕

You told yamaguchi about your grand plan and he agreed to take part in it

As your tall blonde bf sits on the living room couch reading a book, you walk to the kitchen where Yamaguchi is making tea but just for you both

“Mm, that tea looks good, Tadashi,” you say a little louder than usual, hoping that Tsukishima can weigh in on the conversation from the other side of the room.

“Yep, I added a spoonful of honey just the way you like it,” Yamaguchi smiles, winking as a secret message.

“Remember, don’t put sugar in mi-” Tsukki shouts from the living room but is interrupted by you continuing the conversation.

“Did you know some people add lemon or milk to their tea? Or like, no sugar at all. Can you believe that?” You say, stifling a laugh.

Yamaguchi, himself is laughing with a hand covering his mouth to silence the noises he’s making

Just when you hear footsteps approaching, you both fix your postures and grab your mugs of tea to cover your smiles

“Didn’t you guys hear me? Wait…” Tsukki’s eyes scan the counter looking for a third mug. “Where’s my tea?” He asks.

Yamaguchi was the expert out of all of you in making tea and would always insist on making them for everyone

But today, he singled out a person (by your request)

“Yamaguchi?” He asks, arms folded over his chest.

The green-haired guy lowers his eyes, pretending to not notice Tsukki’s presence

Tsukki looks over to you.

And you take one big sip of the nicely made tea.

“Mm! Tadashi, you never fail to amaze me with your tea-making skills!” you say after a swallow.

“Oh, you flatter me.” Yamaguchi smiles.

“Okay, you guys. What’s going on?” Tsukki says tapping his feet. His head turns to you, specifically. “Are you mad?” He places a hand on the table.

“I wish Yacchan was here. If only she wasn’t busy with her project, we’d finally give her this mug that she’s always liked,” you say, turning around to grab a pink floral mug from a top shelf

Tsukki uses his height to his advantage, grabbing the mug before you could

Shocked, you turn around with your mouth agape

“Ha! Caught your attention now, didn’t I?” He smirks.

You didn’t want to lose so you pretend to see a ghost instead.

“Tadashi?” you ask, putting a hand over your mouth.

“Yeah?” Yamaguchi slowly looks between you and your bf

“Why is the mug floating?” You say, with a fake shaky voice.

“Oh, cmon! Really?” Tsukki makes a “tsk” sound, arms falling to his sides in defeat. “Whatever, I’m gonna go mind my business.” He walks off, sulking.

“[Y/N], he’s definitely grumpy now. Only you can fix it, though,” Yamaguchi whispers to you.

You laugh silently before going over to your bf who sits in the same spot on the couch he was reading in

He had his arms crossed, eyes closed and brows furrowed in annoyance.

Feeling a but guilty, you creep up behind the couch and drop your arms around his shoulders, giving him a huge kiss on the cheek.

“Kei~” you say cutely. “I’m sorry~”

“No, you’re annoying,” he responds, cheeks getting pink from your closeness.

“I promise to make it up to you?” He turns to you batting your eyelashes.

Your bf grunts, not answering.

“That’s fair,” you say, giggling before placing another kiss into his neck.

“Tea with no sugar! Freshly made for Tsukki!” Yamaguchi shouts, bringing the requested tea.

At first, Tsukki looks away, pretending to not want the tea

But after a short while of you and Yamaguchi having a conversation, Tsukki slowly takes the mug

casually slipping himself into the conversation, making you both smile out of content

♟ welp he tried ♟

You, shirabu, Goshiki, and Tendou are playing scrabble waiting for your bf to arrive to the group gathering

But before he did, you had told everyone of your grand plan to prank him

Tendou thought it was a lame prank but still wanted to contribute

“I will take your ‘mental’ and make ‘fundamentally’!” Tendou shouts as your boyfriend, Semi finally enters the room.

Every bone in your body wanted to jump up and into his arms and greet him with the biggest kiss.

But you had a plan.

“Hey, guys!” He chirps, plopping his bag down on the couch. “What’re you guys up to?”

No one answers, pretending to be immersed in the game.

“Shirabu, it’s your turn,” Tendou comments, his hand on his chin.

“Oh, right,” The setter answers, looking through his set of letters.

“Wow, you guys are really into it, huh?” Semi wonders aloud, making his way to your side of the table.

“Hey,” he greets you, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

Uh oh, here we go…

This is probably how he finds out

You blatantly ignore him, leaning over the board, and pretending to read the other set of words.

“[Y/N]?” he tries to get your attention, feeling a little suspicious. He tests something out.

“Tendou? Shirabu! Guys?” He tries calling to the others, who only continue playing.

“I made the word ‘turn’ to ‘turning’!” shouts Goshiki and you give him a high-five, praising the prideful boy.

“Okay, real funny,” your ignored lover says, scoffing and getting up to sit by himself on the couch.

“I see how it is,” Semi grabs his phone and earbuds. “Two can play at that game.” He closes his eyes and sighs.

*ignores you back*

The other guys turn to you, wondering what to do next.

You mouth to them “just keep going”

Not even five minutes in, Semi unplugs his earbuds from his ears and rushes back to your side

and hugs you

“I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t” he mutters into your neck. “Please, [y/n].” He has no shame in showing this side to his buddies

How could he, when he misses you already?

The other guys quietly watch your actions, wondering what you will do next

“Eita,” you bring a hand up to comb through your bf’s hair, sighing in defeat. “I miss you, too. I don’t even know how I lasted that long!” you exclaim, hugging him back.

It makes everyone sigh out of relief, not wanting to continue this charade

Semi holds you close as he looks back at the others.

“I forgive [y/n], but you guys…” he keeps a stern look on his face. “No.”

“Hey!” Shirabu exclaims. “This was all [y/n]’s idea!” He points a finger at you, making you scowl at him.

snitch

“It’s true.” Tendou nods, a grin appearing on his face as he admires how cute you two were.

Semi turns to you, eyes wide in surprise.

“Yep,” you say, popping the ‘p’.

“You are so going to pay for this,” he mutters, only for you to hear, making you giggle as you lean forward to kiss him.

“Okay, guys, get a room,” Shirabu groans.

And Semi pulls you up as he stands. “Alright, we will.” Then takes you to the isolated room up the stairs to make up for lost time.

#i feel like a snake w the amount of S’s in the caption #sssssuna ssssemi ssssukki sssuggestive LMAO #haikyuu suna x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu semi x reader #haikyuu tsukishima x reader #semi x reader #tsukishima x reader #semi eita #semi eita hcs #tsukki hcs #suna hcs #suna rintarou hcs #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons

[thetempleofnyx]

wanna be a friend you can keep | 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕒 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕠

summary: you never really thought about just how skilled your best friend is in bed until suna shows you what happens when you question him.

a.n: for @crybabycrisis 'lost a bet collab' Honeymoon Avenue Lost a Bet collab! thank you for letting me join cloudie! 

c.w. : a mirror is involved :)), squirting, suna's a little shit, but it feels so so good, pet names like angel and sweetheart, use of the word c*nt, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up irl y'all), brief mention of alcohol. ummm, pls let me know if i missed anything!

w.c: approx. 4k

:)

suna loves having you as his girlfriend. "such a pretty little thing," he thinks to himself as he watches you prance around your apartment, wearing only an oversized t-shirt of his. it had only been a month since you began this relationship with him, but how did you end up by suna's side? that was a long story.

the two of you were best friends first, having known each other since high school. you were the first person suna called for his accomplishments, from graduating high school to going pro, making the EJP Raijin team, to celebrating when he made the Japan national team and went all the way to the olympics; you were right there beside him for it all. and suna has been there for all of yours; every school graduation, promotion, or a new job, he's been there to celebrate you, so it's no secret that the two of you are incredibly close. so close that you share everything with the other, including when you're disappointed or frustrated about the state of your sex life.

it was a typical weekend hang out for the two of you, gathered in your living room, watching real housewives with snacks and drinks to unwind from the throes of adult life. suna was hardly paying attention to what was happening on TV, scrolling through twitter on his phone and barely listening to you talk to him about this last guy you've been dating.

"suna, you're not listening to me!" you complain, hitting his arm and lunging to grab his phone. you forget that as a professional volleyball player, the tall man has reflexes superior to yours and quickly moves out of the way, causing you to grab at nothing as he pushes you away from him back into the couch. "sunaaaa," you whine, but he still pays you no mind. "ugh whatever. so as i was saying, this guy just sucked. just like all the others. a one pump chump who failed to make me come, and i'm upset!" you lament, dramatically throwing yourself onto his lap.

suna, ever the blasé boy responds, still scrolling through whatever app that's occupying his attention, "that's because you always choose losers who don't know what they're doing."

offended, you scoff, "no, i do not! what do you mean i always choose losers?" a little burp leaving your mouth, the drink you'd been nursing making you hiccup.

"i mean exactly that. the past few guys you've been with each sucked worse than the last in bed. one guy refused to eat you out at all, claiming that he likes it when girls go down on him, but he could never do it to someone else. and the other guy! who really thought he was doing something rubbing at your coochie lip instead of your clit. when you tried to tell him exactly what you needed, he got it right for a minute only to end up back at the wrong spot? yeah, remember him? all losers."

noting that you didn't say anything in response to him, he looked down at you to see you frowning, "i'm sorry, but you really know how to pick 'em, don't you?" he jests as he lightly flicks your forehead.

"ow!" you whine. "whatever, it's not like you're any better. i bet all men are the same." you mumble into his torso. now you know this isn't true. as his best friend, some people felt too comfortable singing his praises to you of how well suna pleases whoever he chooses to bed. and you've never really entertained the thought of finding out for yourself. 

until now, that is.

"what are you down there mumbling?" he asks. deciding that you're really gonna take this step, you sit up, now eye level with the green-eyed boy, the little alcohol you had earlier giving you the confidence to cross that line with him, "i bet you're no better than all those other guys. bet you couldn't make me come." now suna may give off a nonchalant attitude, some may even say lazy, especially when it comes to things he doesn't really care about but there are a few things you know. one is that he deeply cares for you, and two, he never backs down from a challenge.

chuckling darkly, he set his phone to the side and looked at you. "i'm not sure where this is coming from, and i'm not opposed to it either." he said, leaning closer to you, his lips just a breath from yours. "but are you sure you wanna go there? because i could make you feel things all those losers could only dream about making you feel."

your eyes trace down his face, stopping at his lips before looking back into his eyes, "oh yeah? then prove it." you say with a smirk. with a widening grin, suna cups the back of your neck, pulling you closer, "your wish is my command." before crashing his lips against yours, taking your breath away.

part of you wishes you had kept your mouth shut because then you wouldn't have found yourself in the situation you're in now. 

hot, hazy and heavy is the atmosphere of your bedroom as suna has you sat on his lap, his thighs holding yours open so that he can see all of you. your breathing is laboured as one of his long fingers lightly toys with your clit, his other hand exploring your body, grabbing what he can, squeezing what he can, teasing what he can.

"eyes on the mirror, sweetheart." he gently commands, his voice smooth and deep.

you look up to see jade eyes peering at you as his lips leave electrifying kisses against your skin. he's reduced you to a moaning mess in mere minutes. it feels like you've already been at it for hours. Still, he's barely begun, and you're already feeling overstimulated, like everything he's doing is too much and not enough at the same time.

but suna is in no rush. he does nothing about your complaints but coo at you, "but i like seeing you like this," he breathes against your shoulder, the warm air from his mouth tickling your skin and making you shiver. you press your body into his, and the skin-on-skin contact grounds you just a little.

"you look so desperate, baby; your body strung so taut in my hold."  he taunts while leaving a trail of featherlight kisses up the length of your neck to the space just below your ear. "look like you're ready to snap," he emphasizes with a slight bite to your ear and a light flick of his finger to your clit.

you're so high-strung that pleasure rushes through you at the small gestures, "oh fuck!" you groan, thighs trembling as you uncontrollably buck your hips up. suna grabs your jaw, turning your head towards him and capturing your lips in his. you whimper into his mouth, allowing his tongue to curl around yours. 

"now look," he says, pulling away from you, a string of saliva connecting the two of you like a string of fate. he turns your head, fingers holding your chin, making you look at yourself in the mirror again, and you're a little embarrassed at the lewd scene before you. your clit is on display, puffy, swollen, and desperately begging to be touched again as suna purposefully ignores it, running his fingers through your folds instead and coating them in your slick. the dirty sound of how wet you are makes you leak even more. "since you like challenges, i would like to make one with you." he poses, a long finger shallowly dipping inside you.

"what would that be?" you ask, your voice shaking with need. 

"i bet i can make you come once for every loser boy who failed to make you do so." 

you're so focused on how good he's already making you feel as another finger joins the other, inching inside you at an agonizingly slow pace; you agree to his challenge with no clue of what you've gotten yourself into.

suna, the mischievous boy, meets your gaze with a cheshire cat grin, "excellent."

slipping his fingers out of you, he takes your hand and guides it over your clit. "show me how you touch yourself," he practically purrs, and you sob a little at the loss of his fingers, but you do as he says, rubbing light circles against yourself. his other hand slides down from your face, over your chest and torso, down to your thighs to help keep your legs open for him. you sloppily pick up the pace on your clit and tremble in his hold at the mounting pressure.

"just like that," he coos, pleased with how tantalising you look to him.

"my pretty baby, look at you," he murmurs against your ear. "so filthy touching yourself like this." 

suna slowly rocks himself against your ass, the heat emanating from your skin and the way your plush flesh slides against his cock as you grind into your hand makes him grunt against you. he curls both his hands around your thighs and spreads them obscenely wide, so he can see all of you, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror as he listens to you pleasure yourself.

"all on display just for me," he hums. "does it feel good, sweetheart?" he utters, his own voice husky and broken. "fuck, you feel perfect grinding against me like that."

it does. 

your fingers feel soo good but not as good as his, so you stop, letting him know of your displeasure. "suna," you cry. You sound so beautifully wrecked, it makes him shiver as heat washes over his body. "oh my fucking god," he whispers to himself before addressing you. "what's wrong, angel?" he asks with a wicked grin, knowing exactly what it is you want right now. Still, he wants to hear you say it. "i-"you pause, trying to get your brain to form a coherent thought. "i need more. i want more."

suna pinches at your inner thigh, "did i tell you to stop?"

you whimper at the sudden sternness in his voice, casting your eyes down, unable to hold his gaze. "n-no."

"so why did you? only good angels get what they want." using his thighs once more to keep your legs open, he brings a hand to your chest, slowly teasing your nipple.

you bring your fingers back to your core and rub lazy circles on yourself again, tears budding in your eyes at the lack of stimulation you really need. you're so close, whimpers and cries falling from your mouth like a prayer. suna just sighs in satisfaction. he thinks you look so adorable like this, evident displeasure clearly written on your face, with your cute little pout, unhappy with his teasing. the tears welling at your waterline threaten to spill just for him. and it made him dizzy, the feeling of power he had over you. his cock throbs at how you so eagerly did what you were told, how easily you listened to him.

"now tell me exactly what you want. use your words." 

and you, tired of being played with, look him in the eye, "i want your fingers, rintarou. i want them inside me. i want you to make me feel good like you said you could supposedly do." 

this isn't the first time he's heard you say his name, but fuck did it sound so sweet in this moment.

"see baby, that wasn't so hard…" he says with a wolfish grin, voice dropping to a low whisper as he pinches your nipple, "was it?"

"look," he says, sliding his other hand over yours, guiding it to press circles into your clit together with his. licking the shell of your ear, he speaks, "see baby? you do it just like this. doesn't that feel good?" you can't say anything, too overtaken by the pleasure. all you can do is bite your lip and nod. 

"keep going just like that," he commands, and you're about to complain again when he suddenly plunges two fingers into you, curling them inside you so perfectly. with his fingers' return, your eyes flutter shut, and your back arches away from his chest with a cry, quiet curses flying from your mouth freely. the hand on your chest twists and pulls your nipples until they're swollen to his liking.

he eyes how you writhe around in his lap, your eyes squeezed shut as you chew on your bottom lip. but suna wants to see your pretty eyes on him, so he delivers a sharp pinch to the swollen bud.

 "pay attention and look at me." 

you slowly open your eyes and lock gazes with his, your whole body quivering from the satisfaction of him thrusting his fingers in and out of you at such a slow pace. you stare at him with lidded eyes, and you're the perfect picture of debauchery; it drives him a little insane.

 makes him want to devour you. 

a sheen of sweat glistens across your body, your chest heaving as you struggle to breathe.

"god, you're so messy," his thrusts slowly stop as you both look at the creamy sheen your wetness leaves all over his fingers, dripping down to his wrists. "look at how well you're taking me. see the way you stretch around me, creaming around my fingers." he rasps, nipping at your shoulders.

'i wish it was my cock." he groans into your skin and bucks his hips up against you, so you bounce in his lap, his voice deep and rough against your ear. fuck, he sounds so sexy, you thought to yourself, finally noticing just how hard he is underneath you. all of that makes you rub at your clit even faster now, the wet sounds your pussy is making filling the room. you feel like your body is on fire as you unconsciously try to push yourself deeper onto suna's fingers, your ass grinding against his cock as you do so. 

"fuck! fuck fuck suna." you cry. "i-shit, i'm so close. so, so close, and i wanna come so bad," you slur, voice trailing off with a frustrated cry, mind delirious with want. 

you look up at him with pleading eyes, and the little "please" that leaves your mouth is so sweet. how could he deny you what you've been so patiently waiting for? sliding in one more finger to join his others and you keen at the feeling of being so stretched out by him. his thumb pushes your fingers away and rubs vicious circles into your clit in their place. the hand on your breast now curls around your jaw, turning your face as suna deeply kisses you. he whines a little at the feeling of your tongue sliding against his, and your breath quickens into him as he curls his fingers just right.

he's entranced by the way you respond to him as he pushes his fingers even deeper inside you, scissoring until they graze along that sweet spot. your body shudders against him, trying to close your legs around his hand, but his firm thighs hold you open, not allowing you. he pulls away, his teeth catching your bottom lip, lightly sucking and chewing on the flesh before letting go with a pop.

"suna fuck, you're gonna make me come. pl- please, i just need a little more." you cry breathlessly into his space, the two of you dizzy from the lack of oxygen. suna chuckles at your fucked out state, "i told you i would make you feel good." he speaks against your lips, and you clench violently around him. you're so wet. you've made a mess of his hand, his lap, and your bed, but you can't bring yourself to care as a familiar warm tickle begins to fill your body, and it hurts. it hurts but feels so good, so good, and you're so fucking close. 

"i know, sweetheart, i know. you just need a little more, don't you?"

his fingers slip out of your cunt again, and you nearly wail at the loss of your fading orgasm, hips bucking up in the air. 

"shh baby," he coos, "don't worry, i told you i'd take care of you." his hands let go of your thighs to rub up and down your torso, trying to calm you down a bit. 

"i had planned to make you come on my fingers and then again on my cock. but you look too fucking good writhing away in my lap for me to wait. i need to be inside you." 

you're so impatient; you need him inside you right now, or you may go mad. "fuck the bet, rin. i want you. i need you." 

he leans down a bit and kisses you once more before grabbing your legs and throwing them over his, your cunt on full display to him in the mirror. gripping his cock, he guides it to your folds and slowly inches his length inside you. "oh fuck! shit, rin, i'm gonna come! i'm gonna come, i'm gonna-" you throw your head back onto his shoulder in a silent scream of ecstasy, your fingers raking red marks down his arms as white-hot pleasure washes over you, traveling from your abdomen, down your legs, and back up. he moans deeply and hisses at the sting. you clamp down impossibly tight on him, immediately coming from the weight of his cock inside you alone before he can even begin to move. 

"ohh fuck!" he groans, throwing his back and forcing himself to breathe as he almost comes too quick from the sudden vice grip you have on him. your body is shaking on top of him, and tears spill from your eyes; that was probably the best orgasm you will ever have. 

"it's ok, baby," he coos as you try to catch your breath, sweet babbles of nothing leaving your lips. "i know, but i need you to relax." thumbing away your tears and the sheen of sweat at your hairline, planting a soft kiss to your cheek. "do you think you can give me one more? i want to come with you this time." you're not sure if your body can handle it, but you want to come with him, and he's made you feel so good, fucking amazing all this time; you want to do the same for him. "i'm not sure rin, but i want to try for you." 

"thank you, angel." With a beaming smile, he passionately kisses you and starts slowly, angling his hips to find that sensitive spot inside you. he knows he's found it when you squeeze around him tightly. he picks up his pace, driving into that one spot, and you loudly mewl, back arching as you bring your hips down to meet his in sloppy, wanton movements.

"fuck baby, you're so wet. look. look at the mess you've made." a large hand pushes your head down, his fingers tangling in your hair, and you both watch the way his cock disappears in your dripping core. "it's like this pussy was made just for me. fuck, creaming around me so well." 

suna is talking to you, but you're not hearing anything he's saying. you're so close to coming again that your release is the only thing on your mind. suna sees how desperate you are for him, how close you are to coming again, so he slides a hand over your clit and toys with the engorged bud. 

"you're so close, aren't you, angel. wanna feel you come around my cock, ok? go ahead and let go, baby." 

he grips both your thighs, slightly lifting you off his lap as he thrusts up into you with an almost animalistic pace, determined to make you fall apart around him again. you're full-on shouting at this point; suna is hitting inside you so deep, abusing that sweet spot unforgivingly. you bring a hand up and behind you to grab at his hair, not knowing what to do as he whispers filthy things in your ear.

"come on, baby, you feel so good around me, hugging my cock so tight. but i want you to come for me. wanna feel you squeeze around me as you let go. i want you to make me come." 

those words are all you need. your eyes roll back, and you cum almost instantly, your walls fluttering around his thick cock as squeals of his name roll off your tongue and ring in his ears like a bell toll. suna swears he never wants to hear anyone but you say his name like that again. he watches in fascination at how you squirt all over his length, and the sight alone sends suna hurtling over the edge. he drops your legs, a harsh grip on your hips as he slams up into you, his praises of how tight you're squeezing around his cock and taking his cum so well buzz around your head. he watches how your face lewdly slacks with overwhelming pleasure at the feeling of him filling you up, your body twitching in his hold as choked moans spill freely from your lips. once he's emptied himself inside you, he slows his thrusts to a stop, and your body, now spent from coming twice, slumps against him. 

laboured breaths and the quiet smack from the light kisses suna leaves along your neck and shoulder are the only sounds in the room. after calming down for a moment, suna pulls out of you with a hiss, his cock slightly twitching at the sight of his come spilling out of you. you cry at the feeling, suddenly feeling so sore and exhausted and overstimulated. he gently kisses your temple, "it's ok, sweetheart," he murmurs. "fuck—you did so well. you were perfect for me." he moves you both farther into the bed, leaning against the headboard, and lays you down on his chest, the skin-to-skin contact and the sound of his heart calming you down. he brings a hand up to your hair and runs his fingers along your scalp, his other hand running along your back; you feel so relaxed you could fall asleep. 

"you weren't lying." you quietly say. 

"lying about what?" he asks, looking at you confused. 

you turn in his hold to look up at him. "well, not only did you make me come, you made me come twice and managed to make me squirt. no one has ever done that before. i've never even made myself do that before." 

suddenly, gone is the sweet, tender suna of one minute ago, a sly smile appearing on his face. 

"well, i did tell you that i would make you feel things those losers could only dream of making you feel." with a tired smile, you turn back around, snuggling into his chest and playing with his fingers. 

"so that means you won the bet. what do you want for your prize?" suna gently slides you off of him and gets out of bed, shamelessly stretching his naked -albeit impressive, body before you. 

"well, it involves me and you and a date. that's if you'll go on one with me?" a shy but hopeful look taking over his features. "ok. on one condition though." looking at you inquisitively, suna asks, "what do you want?"  

"carry me to the shower? please," you whine, a sheepish and embarrassed look on your face. suna merely laughs at you, equal parts proud he fucked you so good you can't walk and delighted that you agreed to go out with him. "i think that can be arranged." he says before climbing back into bed and covering your face with kisses.

#i love him so much!!! #i hope you guys like it! #nyx's notes #suna rintarō #haikyuu!! #haikyuu suna #hq suna #suna #suna rintaro fic #haikyuu x reader #suna x y/n #haikyuu x you #suna x you #suna rinataro x reader #haikyuu suna x reader #suna x reader #suna rintarou #suna x self insert #haikyuu x y/n #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro x y/n #haikyuu smut #hq suna x reader #hq smut #haikyuu #suna smut

[rint4rous]

on the house! - here goes nothing

suna rintaro x reader smau — masterlist

a/n: ignore time stamps. and wassup. other blog got deleted?? so fic revive from the dead. taglist is so old so many ppl changed @'s i think. so i didn't include it. send ask if u want though :)

twenty-six - twenty-seven - twenty-eight

a/n again: new contact info and profiles for some ppl i had to remake everybody on a new phone :).

#on the house! #oth with sunarin <3 #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smau #hq smau #suna smau #suna x reader #suna x reader imagines #suna x y/n l/n #suna x reader scenarios #hq suna x reader #haikyuu suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna x you #suna x reader au #suna x reader imagine #suna x reader smau #suna rintaro scenarios #suna x reader scenario

[starjaeyun]

wrong number

summary : aside from your brother and best friends' fangirls, what annoys you the most is boys asking for your number, but lucky for you, your brother gave you permission to give his number instead

pairing : suna rintarou x fem! reader

warnings : slight angst (probably), fluff, crack (i try to be funny pls don't judge), profanity, harassment (being forced to give out your personal information by strangers)

status : coming soon

taglist : open, just send an ask or leave a comment

(block the tag #[wrong number : starjaeyun] if you do not want to see posts related to this smau)

the plastics 😘 | ✨ the power of friendship ✨

zero. my name is hajime iwaizumi

one. iwa-chan is bbg

one, filler chapter. hajime iwaizumi is a he?!

two. jersey number 10 😍

three. can't you see that i'm the one who understands u 😖

four. suna is no longer bitchless 🙌

five. stream speak now (tv)

- titles of unpublished parts are subject to change adding and deleting parts are also expected to happen

#[wrong number : starjaeyun] #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smau #haikyuu smau masterlist #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu crack #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu suna x reader #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro smau #suna fluff #suna fic #suna smau #suna crack #suna angst

[heartsoji]

"WHAT THE FUCK?" you screamed angrily as rin laughed at you.

"shoulda checked yourself, i guess." he said cheekily, a smirk on his face.

earlier today, you had asked rin to check the temperature for that day, to which he answered that it would be 42°F. when you asked if it would drop any lower, he told you that it would only drop by a few degrees.

you chose to wear a not thin but not thick puffer jacket, a cute sweater, a mini cargo skirt, leg warmers, and doc martens. (sorry if that isn't rly your style!) you might be a little cold, but you figured that this might be one of your last chances to wear a skirt with how cold it was getting.

it was definitely around 42°F when you two left the apartment to go to the library, but upon stepping outside after your studying, you immediately realized that it was no longer 42°F.

it was 9°F and snowing, in fact.

you glared at him, your eyes lit with fury. how were you supposed to walk back to the apartment in leg warmers when it was 9°F?

"you tricked me!" you scolded angrily as rin just laughed at you.

then, he leaned to position his face close to yours and said, "well how else would i get to see ya wear that little skirt? you know i like that ass of yours, pretty."

apparently, your body temperature being too cold wouldn't be a problem in the moment.

#suna x reader #suna rintaro #suna scenarios #suna x you #haikyuu suna #suna fluff #suna rintaro fluff #hq suna #haikyuu #suna rintaro x femake reader #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #suna drabble #suna imagines #hq suna x reader #haikyuu suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq #hq fluff #hq x you #hq x reader

[how-do-i-delete-this-acc]

comforting you after getting a little insecure about your relationship

suna, bokuto, sakusa x reader (separate)

notes on sakusa's: he's aged up and his volleyball schedule is based off of an elite volleyball club schedule, so if his canonical schedule is different im sorryyy

warnings: reader insecurities, platonic hugs and cuddles w/ friends

notes: the one bolded word is the nickname for the character that reader uses :)

a/n: WOWOWOW omi getting 10 hrs of sleep i could never it's 1am rn

s. rintaro & clinginess (reader goes to a diff school)

-you were clingy.

-and you knew that very well.

-however, you never felt bad about your clinginess. rin was big on physical touch, too.

-it wasn't until one of your friends pointed it out that you felt a teensy teensy bit of insecurity.

you engulfed your two friends in a big hug. "morning!"

the two looked at you and laughed. (not in a mean way) "morning, y/n-chan."

you walked between them with your arms around them and talked. you loved moments like these; just talking, enjoying each other's presences, and getting some love in the form of platonic touch. you loved these friends deeply, and you enjoyed every moment that you had with them. you also always wanted to feel loved as well as make them feel loved, and physical touch = your love language. not to mention, you got to hear all the gossip like this. it was great.

then, at some point, one of your friends pointed something out. "y/n-chan, do you have attachment issues?"

you were very taken aback. "what?"

"yeah, she probably does. she always needs to be between us or something. definitely sounds like attachment issues." your other friend added teasingly.

you just laughed and said, "lowkey yeah i guess." and continued the conversation.

although the comment was half-joking and you had brushed it off, it was enough to start overthinking any touch that you had with anyone.

where you'd usually give your friend a quick pinch to the sides to greet and scare her, you instead screamed "BOO!"

you immediately backed off when you realized you gave one of your friends a hug out of instinct and habit, not wanting to come off as clingy.

you opted to sit on the other side of the table when you were studying in the library with your friend, worried that she might think it was weird how you wanted to platonically cuddle while studying.

though these were subtle changes, you really started to get into your head.

when you met up with rin after school, you opted for a "hi rin!" instead of a "RIIIIIIN!" and a big running hug. he noticed this change, but said nothing.

when he tried to grab your hand to walk together, you held his loosely, which was different from your usual pulsing grip. you liked to give his hand squeezes. you didn't know why, but it was just reassuring to you. but you didn't do it. didn't wanna come off as clingy or too attached or anything.

when you watched a movie together, you sat next to him instead of cuddling with him.

when you started crying during the movie, you held his hand instead of engulfing him in a huge hug.

rin took note of all of it.

he wasn't sure if it was significant enough to mention, but something about this situation had a weird vibe to it, so he brought it up as casually as possible.

"you've been less touchy today." rin mentioned as you two walked home.

you froze. he noticed?

"i-i guess so?" casual. keep it casual.

he picked up on the uncertainty in your voice straight away. "what's wrong?"

"nothing!" you tried your best to sound cheerful.

he raised an eyebrow at you.

"w-well, it's just that my friend mentioned that im kinda always on your arm and asked if i had attachment issues or something. i didn't like let it get in my head or anything, but i just kinda noticed that she's sorta right. thought id try giving you some space, you know?" you rambled. as you let it all out, tears formed in your eyes. oh gosh. he would definitely think that you were overreacting. you tried hiding your face so that he wouldn't see them, but it was too late.

rin wasted no time in engulfing you in the biggest hug and pressing kisses all over your neck.

you could feel your cheeks heating up.

"don't stop.. being all clingy and touchy and stuff. its cute and i love it."

he took a deep breath. he never was very good at talking about emotions. "i love.. everything about you. including your attachment issues."

to anyone else, nothing about rin's expression when he said that was weird. it was the same deadpan expression that he always wore. the stoic, cold, distant one.

but you knew him well. in his eyes, you saw a tenderness and love that he could only look at you with. the tenderness and love that meant "i mean it." no filter, no bs, no false comfort. the truth.

there's no doubt in your mind. you're not thinking about how he's just saying that, or how he finds this little conversation annoying and insignificant. all you're thinking about is how lucky you are to be with someone like rin. you hug him back as a few tears of relief and love fall. with a smile and tears in your eyes, you reply.

"same here."

b. koutaro & another girl

-your relationship with bokkun was pretty new

-you had been friends for maybe 4 months or so before you two started dating for a month now, but you had an instant connection and became good friends very quickly.

-however, you had always felt that because you hadn't even know bokkun for half a year yet, there were a lot of things that you didn't know about him.

his friends, tendencies and habits, etc.

-you were never shy around him because of that, though. it was hard to be with his personality.

-you accepted that there were a lot of things that you didn't know about bokkun, but you loved him and he loved you, so you constantly reassured yourself that you would always continue to get to know him.

-but one day, you felt yourself getting pretty worked up about something.

"bokkun!" you exclaimed as you ran up to him. it was finally time to have lunch, so you were excited to eat together and talk.

you stopped. talking to him beside him was a girl with long, jet black hair and big amber eyes. she had long, thick eyelashes and full, plump lips. her milky white skin didn't have a single blemish. she had a small, v-shaped face and a nice ass. to sum it up, she was possibly the prettiest girl you had ever seen.

who is she and why is she talking to bokkun? wait. no no no. don't overthink it. she's probably just a classmate or something. no need to worry about it. you thought to yourself.

but then, she placed her hand on his bicep and gave him a cute smile. you could read her lips. "bokuto-san, this is very impressive! you must work very hard at volleyball!" or something. seriously, who is that?

when she did that, bokkun didn't shove her off. he just kept talking as if nothing unusual was going on. as if a girl that wasn't his girlfriend wasn't clinging onto his beefy biceps.

you felt tears well up in your eyes. he wasn't even shoving her off. did he not care about you?

you wiped your tears and walked up to him.

"bokuto." you said coldly. you were seriously hurt. how could he do this to you? you really thought that this relationship would go somewhere.

at the use of his normal last name, his hair drooped. were you mad? what did he do?

"what did i-" he began.

"can we talk?" you interrupted, glaring at the girl before pulling him away.

you led him to a quiet area in the courtyard where you wouldn't cause a big fuss.

"bokuto." you started sharply. "who the hell was that girl?"

his hair drooped even further. you were definitely mad. why, though? "a.. classmate? her name's takahiro. uh.. takahiro mika. we're.. working on a group project together. he answered nervously. the air was thick with tension and he didn't like it one bit.

"do you realize," you began, "that that CLASSMATE of yours was flirting with you? she literally grabbed your BICEP MUSCLES, bo. and you didn't even tell her to let go! you just kept talking as if that was normal! you have a girlfriend! me! do i not matter to you?" you exclaimed. you were talking pretty quickly, and you could barely understand yourself, but you didn't care. you were pissed.

"huh?" bokkun said, confusion and a slight bit of happiness due to the return of a nickname lacing his tone. "she was just commenting on my hard work for volleyball, though?"

it took him another few seconds to think about what you had said. he now understood that maybe you didn't want him touching other girls, which was perfectly normal and understandable! he would avoid that in the future.

that was when his brain finally caught up. you were talking so quickly that it took him a second to catch up. did you really just ask if you didn't matter to him? of course you did! you're the freaking love of his life, after all! (leave it to bokuto to get carried away with the whole "life" thing.)

"woah woah woah!" he screamed.

you jumped. what was with the sudden surge of emotion.

he grabbed you in his arms, picked you up in the air, and twirled you around before peppering kisses all over your face.

"of! *kiss* course! *kiss* you! *kiss* matter! *kiss* to! *kiss* me!" he cried.

he stared at you dead in the eye. "don't even think about that. i love you so, so much. i'm sorry if what happened made you uncomfortable. i'll make sure to try to pick up on when she might be flirting with me. i love you so much, ok? never forget that. ok? i LOVE YOU. i love you, l/n y/n."

you giggled. you got all worked up over him just being a guy who's concerningly dense. he didn't even realize that she was flirting, and thought that she was just being friendly.

"sorry for getting so mad. i love you too." you said, still in his arms.

"nonsense! i'm sorry for making you feel bad. this won't happen again! i promise!"

you sighed in contentment. bokuto koutaro was a man that you honestly hadn't known for very long. but what did that matter? you loved him, and he loved you. he's dense, stupid, idiotic, and friendly to a fault. but that's just part of what makes him so cute and special. because he's also loving, caring, loyal, affectionate, and the sweetest gentleman you've ever met.

even if the two of you hit some bumps on the road, you know that you'll be able to fix it somehow, as long as you're together.

s. kiyoomi & time for two

-you knew going into this relationship with professional athlete sakusa kiyoomi would mean that he would have to dedicate a lot of time to volleyball. you understood that, and were supportive! you were proud of him for pursuing his passion, and the muscle he gained from it was a nice bonus.

-even with his demanding schedule, omi always made time for the two of you. even though he wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, he worked towards being more affectionate and spending quality time with you.

-in fact, every friday, the two of you would wash up in the shower, get all cozy and ready for bed, then settle on the couch for some cuddling and a movie. neither of you loved extreme outdoorsy dates, so you two were more than happy to do this. it was chill and relaxing, and it was the highlight of your week. you two usually ending up falling asleep on the couch, snuggled in each others arms.

-but even though he worked so hard to make time for you, it didn't always work out.

he was late.

omi was supposed to be home 45 minutes ago, but he still wasn't home. he wasn't responding to any of your calls or texts either, and you were starting to get worried. his dinner was getting cold.

you wait another 15 minutes. he still isn't home and its been an hour.

you wait an additional 10 minutes.

then 10 minutes turn to 20, and 20 into 30.

and a whole 2 hours later, he still isn't home.

finally, 2 hours and 46 minutes after he was supposed to be home, the front door opens.

"hey y/n.." he groans, obviously very exhausted. "im so sorry that im so late. we have a really big tournament this weekend so they're going extra hard on us."

"that's ok, omi." you reply. you know that his volleyball career is very important, and you don't want to get in the way of that. "have some dinner! you must be hungry."

"thanks, babe."

you were hoping to sit and talk for awhile, but omi finished as fast as he could and practically sprinted upstairs to shower. he needed at least 10 hours of sleep for his practice tomorrow.

you went to bed touch-starved and a bit lonely.

the next day, you were hoping to talk with omi about your day and also about his. you hadn't gotten to talk much last night, so you were really hoping for a chance to catch up.

however, he came home late once again, and went to bed early once again.

you knew that omi was trying his best to get home and that he didn't feel good about leaving you alone, but he couldn't help it sometimes. this upcoming tournament would be one of the most important ones in a 5-month span, so he needed to go the extra mile. you understood this. you always had. you needed to be extra supportive in times like these, in fact. still, it would be hard for you when the same pattern repeated over the course of wednesday and thursday.

on friday, you were having the worst day possible.

your boss was in a terrible mood today and fired one of your closer co-workers, a different co-worker dumped half of his work on you with little warning, you burnt your hand making dinner, and you were having a huge fight with one of your best friends.

all you wanted was one of your omi-y/n-shower-movie-cuddle sessions. you were exhausted and quite frankly on the verge of tears.

however, omi did not come home on time. he came home 3 hours later than he was supposed to and you were about to cry about it.

when he finally burst through the door, tired but guilty about the situation, you just gave him a huge hug.

he was startled by the suddenness of it, but he embraced you back.

and then he asked you the worst question you can ever hear when you're trying your best not to cry.

"hey, is everything ok?"

you burst into tears immediately. the frustration, exhaustion, anger, annoyance, and loneliness you had been experiencing this past week all flooded out and onto omi's shirt. you didn't answer, merely crying and squeezing him close.

he was alarmed, to say the least.

he tried his best not to panic, but you could feel his heartbeat pounding faster.

"can we.. cuddle and talk it out?" he asked. he knew that you needed someone to talk to, and he also knew that you felt most comfortable when cuddling. he figured this was probably the best way to make you feel safe and seen.

you nodded, tears still flowing. he then picked you up and walked over to the couch and sat the two of you down.

"so.. uh, what's wrong, love?" he asked. he really, really, really didn't wanna make you uncomfortable and prod when you didn't want to tell him, but he was also concerned for you.

"i just.." you started, "i don't know! i know that your job is super demanding and im so proud to be dating a literal pro athlete! but i don't know, sometimes im just sad that we can't spend more time together. and i had such a bad day at work today and i was honestly really looking forward to our special friday shower-movie-cuddle session because after such a hard, draining, day, it would've been just what i needed! and you've been coming home so late and not talking to me that i just feel like.. i don't even know! and the worst part is that i know that you're doing your best and that it's hard for you to get us time with your schedule! i know you're trying your hardest! and it just makes me feel like a horrible person to feel these things when you're trying your best and im just like.. invalidating your hard work or something! and it's just like, are we ok?" you ranted, more tears falling with every word spoken. you hadn't meant to let it all out like that. your intention was to gently talk about what was going on, or not even have this discussion. omi was probably bored and annoyed, too. this was the worst.

however, omi was in fact not bored and annoyed. he patiently listened to your rant, paying attention to each word that fell off your tongue. when he was sure you were done, he pulled you in tight.

"i'm so, so sorry love." he said gently, holding you close. "i should've made more time for you. it's not your fault at all, so don't even think about that. it's my fault for coming home so late and spending so little time with you."

he grabbed your face and looked you in your red, bloodshot, teary eyes. "i love you. a lot. i don't really know what im doing when it comes to relationship-y type stuff, but one thing i do know is this. i. love. you. so so much."

"so.." you started, "shower-movie-cuddle?"

he chuckled. he had to get to bed and get 10 hours of sleep, but he would have to make do. "lets go." he swooped you up to carry you to the shower.

yeah. you thought to yourself, cuddled up in his arms. we're ok.

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

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