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heyheyheyhaikyu · 3 years

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Favorite SMAU list✨

⚠️A little outdated, so ignore the bad links⚠️

Really liked: ‼️

He/him⭐️

She/her: 🌚

They/them: 🌝

I love them all, the highlighted are just the ones I’d recommend first ig^^

>ongoing<

~haikyu~

Off Camera: 1tsnoya (noya) 🌚

~my hero~

God’s favorite: youremy-celebrity (shinsou) 🌚

>completed<

~haikyu~

‼️‼️ Jokes on you!: saffron-nove21 (Tendō) 🌚

‼️‼️ Zoom: kutokawa (kuroo)🌚

‼️‼️ Count on me: boomboomjaz (Akaashi)🌝

‼️‼️ Just a friend to you: al3x1ss (Akaashi)🌚

‼️ Love is War: boomboomjaz (Bokuto)🌚

‼️ Network love: rintarhue (Kenma)🌚

‼️ Exit, stage right: oikawa-tuwu (oikawa)🌚

‼️ Hyena laughs: kawaiibokuro (Kuroo)🌚

People of UA: peachnopolaroid (shinsou :’<) 🌚

‼️ Omg they were roommates: noya-sleftankle (Tsuki)🌚

‼️ Conspiracy theories: bomboomjaz (oikawa)🌚

‼️ Three step plan: kageyuji (Kenma)🌚

‼️ Beta tester: kookie-doughs (Kenma)🌚

‼️ Gear shift: boomboomjaz (iwa)🌝

Weeb talk: boomboomjaz (Tendō)🌝

It was never meant to be easy: wickedgamesoyaoya (sakusa) 🌚

Boy in the waiting room: oikawa-tuwu (oikawa)🌚

Are you worth it?: indigohitoshi (Tsuki) 🌚

Crush Code: kageyuji (Akaashi/Kuroo)🌚

Is This Love?: nekomas-kuroo (Bokuto)🌚

5,000 miles away: katsushimaa (Tsuki)🌚

A modern love story: haikyuuwriting (Kuroo)🌚

Diversity: newfriendjen (Kuroo/iwa/oikawa)🌚

Runaway hearts: boomboomjaz (Kuroo)🌚

May we meet again: iwaishiteru (oikawa)🌚

Dorm Buddies: bokutos1mp (Tsuki)🌚

Eighteen: michaki (Bokuto)🌚

Open the gates: kumawrites (Kuroo)🌚

Oh, WTF?!: kurooskorner (Kuroo)🌚

High school sweethearts: babyshoyo (Bokuto)🌝

Melody of you heart: daisiesdecay (Kenma)🌝

False dichotomy: leviathans-watching (oikawa and iwa)🌝

Social distancing: giyuwu-san (Kuroo)🌚

What’s an ibff: briswriting (Kenma)🌚

Blind date: kenjikutie (Kenma)🌚

Songs 4 u: bokutobaby (Akaashi)🌚

tiptoes: hqbaby (semi)🌚

In the middle: softhorts (atsumu and sakusa)🌚

Telegraph ave: hxneekyuu (hanamaki and matsukawa)🌚

~my hero~

‼️ You suck at gaming: myherowritings (shinsou)🌚

‼️ Enemy: myheroheacanons (bakugou)🌚

‼️ Turn on you airdrop: myherowritings (shinsou)🌚

‼️ Number Neighbor: myherowritings (bakugou)🌚

‼️ FBI open up: youremy-celebrity (bakugou)🌚

‼️ Starstruck with you: scotchtapehanta (denki)🌚

‼️ You’re biggest fan: simplybakugou (bakugou)🌚

Nerd (affectionately): oniku-niku (bakugou)🌝

Glitter and crimson: samanthaa-leanne (bakugou)🌚

Cuddle buddy: bukojuiice (bakugou)🌚

Perfect stranger: katsucutie (denki)🌚

Player 2: eraser-baby (shigaraki)🌚

Be My Muse: miitsukai (shinsou)🌚

>will it ever update again? Who knows...<

~haikyu~

Volleyball idiots: deerixiie (noya)🌚

Summer Camp: prettysetterboiss (shoyo)🌚

I think I kind, you know: tsukikeisimp (Tsuki)🌚

Roomies: bokutobaby (Kuroo)🌚

The Unlimate Prank: chibishae34 (noya)🌚

mr. niki man: churochuu (daichi)🌚

Nocturnal Crew: haikyuuwriting (Bokuto)🌚

Turn the Beat Around: boomboomjaz (yams) 🌚

firebird: hxneekyuu (aone) 🌚

On track: kodzuvii (iwa) 🌚

~my hero~

Love from hour to hour: peachnopolaroid (bakugou) 🌚

Limelight: xxred-riotxx (shinsou) 🌚

Two player game: drapetomaniac (denki) 🌚

Co-ed: katsucutie (shinsou) 🌚

Be my mistake: peachnopolaroid (iida) 🌚

Here are my smau too if you wanna check those out🙇‍♂️

~haikyu~

>ongoing<

Home for the Summer: heyheyheyhaikyu (Yachi)🌝

When Worlds Collide: heyheyheyhaikyu (Bokuto/Akaashi)🌝

>Completed<

The fateful f*ck: heyheyheyhaikyu (kuroo)⭐️

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shingia · 3 years

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don’t mind me i’m just putting the links to every hq tiktok that i like so that i can watch them again without scrolling for hours :)

update : i hit the 100 links limit, i gotta do another post 💀💀

— PRETTY FUNNY

songs i wish i didn’t associate with the nekoma players

atsumu getting yanked by saeko

hq lines as inspirational quotes

a redhead with insane blocks...

bokuto has some racism in his bag

seijoh third years in big fucking trouble

mirrors by justin timberlake x hq boys getting hit by the ball

hinata and kageyama jumping bc they’re lost

karasuno’s first years going bowling | msby edition

hq boys as m&ms 💀

daichi’s coming out (ft. suga and asahi)

atsumu is asked out AGAIN (ft. the rest of inarizaki)

osamu apologizing to suna 💀

shiratorizawa guessing what tendou’s listening to

« i’m passing the phone to » : seijoh edition

bokuto kuroo and oikawa being kidnapped

seijoh’s powerpoint night | another one

nekoma&fukurōdani’s joint ppt night

pov : kags asked suga how warm the bench was all season

kuroo’s private story

pov : the shiratorizawa vball team walks past you after losing to karasuno

— SO FUNNY I SCREAMED

« i’m semi i stay automatic » 💀💀

what the inarizaki boys smell like (except it’s so fucking specific 💀)

tsukki finds out his discord kitten is kenma

kuroo’s lookalike that has me rolling

tsukki and yams lookalikes that have me rolling even more

atsumu’s thoughts on suna’s 🍑

mad dog in middle school

bokuto with that drip 🥵

the twins arguing + atsumu’s p!ss kink?

suga slander 💀

tsukki as a dog

— WHOLESOME

tsukki’s laugh ✨

haikyuu stage play making the ships feel canon

bokuto saying « akaashi »

tsukki and noya’s friendship <33

bokuto hugging different team’s members

yamaguchi doing the same pose as tanaka and hinata :((

hq ships as 2000/2010s love songs <3

a suga edit that warms my heart

this tsukkiyams scene <3

kuroo dyeing kenma’s hair 🥺

just this kid saying inarizaki’s names 🥰

asahi lifting hinata while the others praise him

— I’M A SIMP

timeskip stageplay (esp tsukki omfg)

i don’t have a type *cue middle blockers*

« name something you’d like to have two on your bed » - « tsukishima’s »

just... just suna’s scenes

one of kags’ best scenes

the twins with brown hair

it’s daichi simp time

just- imagine semi playing this riff :o

just.. the captains <3 also, terushima sounds like an absolute moron

this atsumu animation 😳 (shoutout to @u-make-my-heart-tsumtsum)

suna doing the bare minimum :’)

head empty, just this edit of the setters

hq x artbreeder 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

— BREAK MY HEART GO AHEAD

tanaka best role model

0.5 seconds from every hq episode

— FANARTS & ANIMATIONS (includes simping :] )

hq x pirate AU

hq x tarot cards

just iwa being *chef’s kiss*

hq x 24k magic

tokyo drift but it’s kageyama

ONE OF THE BEST KENMA FANART

realistic kageyama (post timeskip)

realistic suga (post timeskip)

hqbabies🙌🏼hqbabies🙌🏼hqbabies

the cause of my death ft. suna | the other cause if my death (still ft. suna 🤒)

BOKUTO WITH KUROO’S COLORS | TSUKKI WITH SUNA’S COLORS | OMI WITH USHI’S COLORS

this soft tsukki fanart 💕

timeskip semi :o | timeskip terushima :o | timeskip kita 🥺

suna, bestie, i can’t do this anymore | I SAID I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE | OK BYE I’M OUT

— OTHERS

tiktok that will convince my friends to watch hq | this one too

hq characters as gorillaz songs

tanaka deserves more love 🙌🏼

idk how to name this one but it’s really cool

#i need to do something with my life 😐😐#—!twittumblr

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rory-cakes · 3 years

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(via https://open.spotify.com/playlist/57mdS2OtGSRs1pOljoUKwy?si=RwC7pqlcTW_JwS27aaumIA)

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hqbaby · 17 days

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one — rumor has it

tag, ur it! — sakusa ? iwaizumi ? osamu ?

*ੈ✩‧ love is a losing game your roommate, your rival, or your ex—the choice should be simple, right? right?

masterlist — next

word count. 1.3k content. profanity, sexual content (rough sex, unprotected vaginal penetration)

Iwaizumi doesn’t pry.

That’s why he’s such a great roommate. He hogs the bathroom and forgets to take his clothes out of the dryer, but he isn’t nosy. It’s not that he’s cold or distant, he’s just acutely aware of your boundaries and he has no intentions of crossing them.

But when he hears that you’ve been sneaking around with some mystery man… Now, how is he supposed to ignore a rumor like that?

He finds out through Oikawa of course who—despite his insistence that he isn’t—is the world’s biggest gossip.

“You’re lying!” Oikawa whines, on the verge of making another scene over lunch. “You know something. You’re just protecting her.”

Iwaizumi pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. “You know that you’re really fucking annoying, right?”

“You’re not denying it though,” Matsukawa chimes in oh so helpfully. “You covering for her, Iwa?”

“Yeah, is there something you’re not telling us?” Hanamaki teases, nudging Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “Maybe that you are the mystery man?”

Your roommate makes a face of both disbelief and confusion. “What would fucking give you that impression?"

“Dunno,” Hanamaki says, smirking. “You’re just so obviously flustered by this whole thing.”

“I’m not flustered. Oikawa’s just annoying.”

“Nah, you love me,” his best friend insists. “So? Do you think she’s been seeing someone?”

Iwaizumi considers shutting his friends down right then and there and telling them that you haven’t been seeing anyone and that they’re all delusional, but he can’t seem to bring himself to do it. The truth is, he does think that you’ve been hiding something. He just wasn’t sure what it was—but now that he thinks about it, Oikawa’s suspicions might actually be right.

He offers his friends a feeble shrug. “I don’t know, it’s not like she’s told me anything,” he says. “But she has been acting a little weird recently. Coming home late. Getting distracted… I don’t know. Maybe.”

Matsukawa sighs. “I bet it’s a business major,” he says. “They get all the pretty girls.”

“Or one of those engineering dudes,” Hanamaki suggests. “The art girls always seem to fall for those guys.”

As the two debate about what kind of guy you would go for, Oikawa taps Iwaizumi’s leg with his foot to get his attention.

“Hey,” he says quietly. “Are you okay?”

“What are you talking about?”

Oikawa rolls his eyes. “Don’t act dumb, you know what I’m talking about.”

Iwaizumi swallows. Of course he knows what he’s talking about.

“I don’t…” he hesitates, “It’s not like that. It doesn’t matter.”

“Sure,” Oikawa says, unconvinced. “Well, I’m here if you ever decide to stop being in denial.”

Iwaizumi nods. He hates when Oikawa is right. “Thanks.”

“Fuck! Right there!” you grip his back as you find yourself pushed up against the wall, his cock bullying its way into your aching cunt. “Don’t stop! Please, Kiyoomi.”

The tiny storage closet that you’ve somehow found yourselves in shakes as Sakusa pounds into you at an unrelenting pace. He holds you up by your thighs, groaning right into your ear as he continues his assault on your pussy.

“You feel so fucking good.” He hisses as your walls flutter around his length. “So fucking tight.”

He hits a spot deep inside you that sends shivers down your spine. You drag your nails down the expanse of his skin and throw your head back at the sudden pleasure. “Fuck, I’m close.” You let out a moan. “I’m so fucking close.”

And that’s when you hear it. A chuckle. A fucking chuckle.

“So weak for me, aren’t you?” Sakusa says, his breath hot against your neck. “Who would’ve thought?”

His cock plunges into you, smashing into a spot that makes you writhe in his arms. “Omi!” you scream as your high crashes down on you. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and sink your teeth into his skin to hide your moans.

“Fuck!” he exclaims as your cunt squeezes his cock dry. He releases into you, the cum slipping out as he continues to thrust into you through his high.

He stills and slumps against you, slowly lowering the two of you to the floor.

You pull back and hold his head in your hands. His forehead is damp and his curls are a mess and he has that fucked out look on his face that you’ve gotten more than used to. You run your fingers through his hair and start laughing.

“You’re so fucked, man,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Couldn’t even wait for tonight?”

He shakes his head, smiling as you continue to pepper his face with kisses. “You’re a menace.”

You shrug, grinning at him. “Can’t help it,” you tell him as you run your thumb over his swollen lips. “You look pretty like this.”

Sakusa leans forward and catches your lips in a kiss, slow and sweet. The two of you move against one another like it's second nature. It might as well be, what with how long you’ve been at this.

“We have class,” he mumbles as you press your lips on his. “Wouldn’t wanna be late.”

With one last kiss, you pull back and sigh. You press your forehead against his and stare into his eyes, full of something you can’t quite put a name to yet. “No, we wouldn’t want that.”

“Hey,” Iwaizumi greets as you take your seat beside him. “We were looking for you at lunch.”

Your eyes widen and you start your profuse apologies. You’d lost track of time when Sakusa decided to drag you away between classes. You completely forgot that you’d made plans to see your friends.

Iwaizumi just laughs. “It’s fine,” he says. “Oikawa’s not gonna let it go though.”

“I fucking know.” You groan into your hands. Then, you lift your head and take Iwaizumi’s hands in yours. “Be honest though, are you mad?”

His eyes flicker to where your hands meet. He looks back at you and shakes his head. “It’s really fine,” he tells you.

You let out an exhale of relief and pull your hands away. “You’d tell me if I fucked up, right?” you say. “I know I’ve been a shitty friend recently.”

He hums. “I mean, I don’t mind,” he tells you. And, well, he tries, he really tries to be as casual and respectful as he usually is about giving you privacy… but he just can’t take it this time, so he asks, “What were you up to though?”

You’re taken aback by the question. It isn’t anything big, but you know that your roommate’s never asked for information that you didn’t offer willingly. It’s just new.

“Oh, right, I was—” Your mind’s going crazy as it scrambles to come up with an excuse. You’ve never had to make up excuses with Iwaizumi. “—studying for a test.”

For a moment, you’re worried he won’t believe you. Because why would he? You’ve been living with him for two years now, he has your routine down pat. You study for tests in the afternoon and at night if you need to. You’ve never studied over your lunch break. You aren’t a slave to your schoolwork.

But he just nods. “I get it,” he says. “Third year’s rough, isn’t it?”

You let out an awkward laugh. “Oh, yeah, it really is.”

The door opens and you look over to see if the professor’s come early.

It’s Sakusa.

He walks by you, quickly looking away as soon as he catches your eyes on him.

“What was that all about?” Iwaizumi wonders, catching the exchange between the two of you.

You’re jolted out of your thoughts. “Sorry, what?”

“What’s his deal?”

You poke at your pencil. “Dunno,” you say. “Dude has some issues.”

You look over your shoulder to find Sakusa staring at you, a smirk on his face. You stick your tongue out at him and turn to look straight ahead of you, trying your best to school the grin that wants to burst across your face.

Sakusa definitely has some issues. Chief among them being you.

note. let the drama commence ;)

#hqbaby.tag ur it!#hqbaby #haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa #sakusa x reader #sakusa smut #miya osamu #osamu #osamu x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader

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hqbaby · 8 months

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six — best

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

previous — masterlist — next

word count. 2k content. swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, slight dacryphilia, cum eating, use of pet names

“Pay up, fuckers!”

The boys groan as you hold your hands out for them to drop their money into. One by one, they reach into their pockets and begrudgingly hand you their bets. You’ve just bested them a beer pong again.

“Fuckin’ cheerleaders, man,” Aran murmurs. “Yukie fucked us up at the last party too.”

You walk over to Atsumu with a shit-eating grin on your face. “You still owe me.”

He rolls his eyes at you then takes your face with one hand, planting a kiss on your lips. When he pulls away to find you looking stunned, he smirks. “That’s worth at least a thousand yen.”

Your grin is back. “Cocky,” you say. “I kinda dig it.”

So wrapped up being the center of attention, you don’t seem to feel Suna’s unrelenting gaze on you. He just can’t look away. It’s like his eyes are glued to your figure, taking it all in. The way you charm everyone until they’re eating out of your hand. The way you always have a witty little quip to say when they try to get under your skin. The way you light up when you’re near Atsumu and the way you close your eyes when he kisses you.

He sees it all from the corner of the room, nursing his beer. And the whole time, there’s only one thing on his mind: He really needs to fuck you right now.

You pull away from the rest of the group and head to the kitchen to get another drink.

“Hey, Suna,” you greet when you pass by him. “Haven’t seen much of you tonight. You find a girl you like?”

He follows you out of the room, the two of you walking into an empty corridor. Well, it’s more or less empty. The only people there are passed out on the floor.

Before you know it, your back is pressed against the wall and Suna’s lips are on yours. It’s messy and harsh, all teeth and force. There’s no method to how he touches you, his hands are just everywhere, grabbing any part of you that he can.

You withdraw your lips from his, lightly pushing him away. “Wait, wait, wait,” you say, trying to get a good look at him in the dimly-lit corridor. You can’t see much, but you can see his eyes. The way they stare at you, hungry. “What’s going on, Suna?”

His voice is low and rough. “Don’t call me that.”

“What?”

“Suna,” he says. “It’s Rin to you.”

You crack a smile at the request. “Rin,” you say quietly, obliging, “what’s going on?”

“I need to fuck you.”

His hands are on your shoulders, face just inches away from yours. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, but you know he’s sober. Just really horny, you guess.

“Like… right now?” You give him a bemused look. “Your friends are right there,” you try to remind him, nodding your head at the door to the living room. “They aren’t exactly supposed to know about this, right?”

He answers you with another searing kiss. “I don’t care,” he says against your lips. “I want you.”

At that, you kiss him back, melting into his frantic touch. “I want you too.”

Your words shoot straight to his cock and he lets out a groan. Careful not to step over the people on the floor around you, you both stumble into the closest bathroom, mouths still linked and hands still searching one another.

“Get on the counter,” he commands, locking the door behind him.

You do as he says and reach your hands out for him. The heat between your legs grows. “Rin, I need you.”

He’s back on you, hands running up and down your back as he lets you slip your tongue into his mouth. He moves his fingers between your legs, pushing your panties aside to touch your dripping core. “Fuck, baby.” He pulls his soaked hand up for you to see. “Would you look at that?”

You nod mindlessly, trying to pull him as close to you as you can. When he starts pressing his fingers against your clit, you grab his wrist. “No,” you say desperately. “I want you in me now.”

“You sure you can take me?” His voice is teasing. “Might break you.”

Your hands go up to his hair, yanking him forward to crash your lips into his. “I don’t care. Please, Rin.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. In a second, he pulls you off the counter, turns you around, and bends you over. He lifts your skirt up and rips your panties away like they’re nothing.

“Rin,” you whine. “Why’d you do that?”

He places the piece of fabric in his pocket. “It’s fine,” he tells you, landing a harsh blow to your ass. “I won’t let anyone see you.”

You moan at the sting of his touch. Your eyes land on the mirror in front of you, catching a glimpse of your fucked out state. It’s filthy, the way Suna has you bent over, your tits threatening to spill out of your top, legs spread to the side for him. Behind you, you can see him unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, eyes focused on your pussy.

Then, you feel it. The head of his cock pressed against your folds, moving up and down as he gathers your slick.

“Don’t tease.”

He chuckles. “Just making sure you’re ready to take me.”

Without warning, he slides all the way inside of you. You scream at the mix of pain and pleasure overtaking your senses as Suna’s hand comes to cover your mouth.

“Gotta keep it down, babe,” he tells you as he starts to thrust. He goes faster every time he moves, impatiently fucking into you, your walls clenching around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You grip the edge of the counter as the knot in your stomach tightens. Suna moves in and out of you at a brutal pace, your entire body being tossed back and forth by the sheer force of it. Muffled moans spill out of your lips and your eyes roll so far back into your head you swear you can see your skull.

“Taking me so well,” he hisses. One hand moves away from your mouth and goes to grip your hips while the other comes up to grab your hair and yank your head up. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at yourself. All fucked out on my cock.”

You try your best to look at the sight in front of you, the way Suna uses your body like it’s nothing, the way he pounds into you from behind. Tears slip out the corners of your eyes as your pleasure reaches immeasurable heights.

He snickers. “Is my pretty baby crying?” he asks. “Am I fucking you too good?”

No words come out of you, just endless whimpers. You try to keep yourself quiet knowing that, even if the music outside is blaring, you’re being loud enough for anyone passing by to hear. Then, a sharp thrust sends your entire body lurching forward and a borderline pornographic moan slips out of your mouth. There’s no way you can keep quiet, not when Suna’s fucking you like this.

“Can’t even speak now, can you? Too drunk on my cock.” He knows you’re close, he can feel you clenching around him, so tight it’s making it harder for him to move. His hand pulls away from your head and goes down to rub your swollen clit. “Such a pretty fucking girl,” he says. “So pretty when I fuck you.”

Without his support, your head drops, mind too focused on your impending orgasm. You rock back and forth with each relentless thrust, your chest heaving with effort and adrenaline. “Rin,” you moan. “I’m so close.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs, leaning over your back until his lips are right beside your ear. “I’m right there with you. Come for me.”

And, just like that, a wave hits you, riding your high as Suna continues to fuck you through it. You swear the counter should be crumbling from just how hard your grip is, clinging onto it for dear life. The sounds falling out of your mouth are sinful, downright sacrilege.

With a few more thrusts, Suna stills, cum spurting deep inside you. He grabs your hips so tight that you already know they’ll bruise in the morning. His body slumps over yours, just as spent as you are. He wraps his arms around you as the two of you try to get your bearings, slouched over the counter for a moment, Suna’s dick softening inside of you.

After a beat, you start giggling. “Where did that come from?”

You can feel him smile against your shoulder. “I told you. Your skirt’s cute,” he says, peeling himself off you as you both pull apart. You wobble a little and he catches you just in time, holding you against his chest. “That’s got to be at least in the top 5.”

Your hand slaps his chest at the comment. “Oh definitely,” you tell him with a smile. “Maybe even in the top 3.”

He pumps his fist. “I still got it.”

You laugh.

Suna pulls his pants back up and fixes his belt while you retouch your makeup in the mirror. You’re focused on applying your lipstick when he notices his cum sliding down the insides of your thigh. He turns to look for some toilet paper and pales a little when he sees the empty dispenser.

“Shit.”

You look at him with concern. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, no, it’s just…” He motions at your legs. “There’s no toilet paper here. I can go out and find something.”

You glance down, see what he’s talking about, then look back at him and shake your head. “It’s fine.”

“What? Y/N—”

What you do next has him stunned, gaping at you. You slide two fingers up your thigh, gathering the cum spilling out of you, and pop your fingers in your mouth, sucking on them as your eyes stare right into his.

After rendering him speechless, you come closer, chest pressed against his. Then, you cup a hand to his ear and whisper with a smirk, “I know I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

“Ya good?” Atsumu asks when you come back to join the group. “I was just ‘bout to go lookin’ for ya.”

You coo at him. “Aw, aren’t you sweet?” you say, grabbing his hand. “I’m fine. I just had to make a call.”

“Everythin’ okay?”

“Yeah. Just forgot to tell my roommate I was going out tonight.”

Suna walks into the room a little while after you. It wasn’t really like you were trying to hide it. Besides, you highly doubted anyone would even suspect that there was something going on between the two of you, but you tried to stagger your entrances anyway. Just in case.

He finds you on the couch, huddled over a game of Uno with some of the other guys. You’re sitting on Atsumu’s lap with your brows furrowed in concentration. When you look up to see him, you beam.

“Suna, come join us!” you say like you weren’t just fucking him in the bathroom ten minutes ago. “There’s room over there beside Hinata.”

The bright-haired boy waves at him and pats the spot to his right, on the floor beside the coffee table. “Come on,” he says. “We’re trying to beat Y/N.”

As he takes a seat, you pull a reverse on Aran’s “Draw 4.” He curses loudly. “How the hell?”

Atsumu laughs as you lean back into his chest. He kisses the crown of your head and places a hand on top of your thigh (your legs are crossed… for obvious reasons), rubbing tiny circles into your skin. “Fuckin’ told ya, man,” he says. “Y/N’s just the best.”

Suna clenches his fists on his lap. It shouldn’t bother him, but it does. It’s not like he didn’t see it coming.

He always knew you were the best. He should’ve known that didn’t just apply to him.

notes. this one is for the suna girlies 🫡 and also totally not bc the angst is real!1!!1! i also realize now that i made the reader in this series too hot for her own good like i would fall in love with her too yk?? i’m not choosing a side i’m team reader all the way🧎‍♀️

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hqbaby · 9 months

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four — not not serious

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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“I don’t get it,” Osamu says, face pulled into a frown. “Ya haven’t slept with ‘er yet?”

Atsumu kicks his brother in the stomach, eyes trained on the screen as he pulls the lead in Mario Kart. “Fuck yeah!” he cheers. “And, yeah, ya pig. Not everythin’s about sex y’know.”

“Ya fuckin’ cheated! That doesn’t count!”

“Yer just a sore loser.” It’s Atsumu’s turn to receive an elbow to the ribs. “Asshole!” he hisses, throwing the controller to the side when he still somehow finishes first. “Serves ya right.”

The twins both lean back into the couch, the adrenaline washing away. Atsumu adds another notch under his name on the tally they’ve been keeping of their wins and losses. The score so far is 3-12 in Osamu’s favor (but Atsumu swears he’ll beat him over the summer).

“Ya serious ‘bout the girl?”

Atsumu groans. His brother has been trying to know more about you for whatever nosy reason and he finds it nothing short of annoying. “What does it matter to ya, scrub?”

“Just wanna know if I’m gonna have t’make more food at Christmas, s’all,” Osamu says in faux innocence. “So? Is it serious?”

The golden-haired twin wrinkles his nose, the face he always makes when he’s in deep thought. “It’s not serious,” he says eventually, then adds, “But it’s not not serious.”

“Oh?”

“It’s… nice. She’s nice.”

Osamu snickers at the look on his brother’s face. He’s clearly more interested in this “nice” girl than he lets on. He already figured as much when his brother started being all quiet about it, because if there’s one thing he knows about Atsumu, it’s that he’s never quiet. So there’s bound to be something going on.

“When am I gonna get to meet her?”

“Fuck off."

“You look nice,” Kiyoko says, leaning against the door of your room. A smile plays on her lips as she watches you fix your hair in the mirror. “That dress in particular is really pretty. Where’d you get it?”

You give her a sheepish look, glancing down at the green ensemble that is definitely not yours. You wonder if she’s noticed the shoes yet. “All my clothes are dirty.”

She rolls her eyes fondly and makes her way over to her dresser. Opening a drawer, she produces a pair of earrings with a dainty flower motif and hands it to you. “Here,” she says. “It goes with the dress. And the shoes.”

You take the earrings and launch yourself at her, wrapping her in a tight embrace. “Thank you, thank you, I love you!”

“Sure, sure, whatever.” She chuckles. “Where’s your laundry? I can throw it in with mine.”

“I will marry you and have your children and serve you every day of my life.”

She ponders for a moment then says, “I’ll settle for cake.”

You nod earnestly, holding her hands in yours. “Whatever you say, my lord and savior.”

Your roommate helps you finish getting ready. She does your hair when you get stuck not knowing whether to put it up or down and tries to clear some of the mess you’ve made in your room. You swear she’s a saint. Why else would she be this great?

“What’s with all the date jitters?” she asks eventually as the two of you sort through the pile of clothes on her bed. At this point, you can barely tell who owns what.

“What do you mean?”

She gestures at you, drawing your attention to your appearance. “You never put this much effort into dates.”

Your mouth drops into an “O” as you shrug. “I don’t know,” you say. “‘Tsumu said he had something fun planned and to dress a little fancy. So here we are.”

“‘Tsumu, huh?” Kiyoko gives you a teasing look. “That’s been going on for a while.”

“Just three weeks,” you say. “Not even a month yet.”

“Yeah, but that’s like a lifetime for you,” she points out. “When was the last time you dated someone for that long?”

You frown. “I’ve been with Rin for like a year now.”

“That’s different though, isn’t it?”

You never thought about it really. You never thought of Suna as anything like a boyfriend, but you knew he wasn’t exactly just a friend either. It wasn’t even that you fooled around with him. There was always something more there, something deeper. A genuine care for one another at the very least.

You wonder if he thinks that too.

“Text,” Kiyoko says, passing your phone to you when it buzzes.

tsumu: am outside :D

“He’s here,” you tell her, putting your phone in your purse. You stand up and strike a ridiculous pose, one hand on the back of your head and the other on your hip, lips pouting. “How do I look?”

“So fuckable.”

“Thanks.” You grin, opening the door. “Love you! See you later!”

You find Atsumu at the entrance and he… looks nice. He’s ditched his usual clothes for a crisp white button-up and nice pants. Even his hair is styled a little better. Not that you ever thought that he looked bad, but he clearly made an effort today.

You realize you’ve been staring at him for so long that you haven’t even noticed that he’s been looking at you too. His eyes are wide as he gapes at your figure.

“Ya look…” He let out a little chuckle. “Yer beautiful.”

You feel your cheeks heat up as you look down at Kiyoko’s stolen shoes, unable to look him straight in the eye. Something inside you erupts. Well, that’s new, you think to yourself. What even is that?

“Thank you.” You smile at him. “You look great too, you know.”

Now it’s his turn to get all embarrassed. “Thanks.” He takes your hand in his and gently leads you closer to him. “Ready to go?”

You squeeze his hand. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The two of you make your way through the courtyard. It’s a nice summer day and people are out and about, talk and laughter filling the air around you. Some students have gone home to visit their families so it isn’t as crowded as usual, but more than a few of you are still on campus for the summer semester. Everything is warm and bright and perfect, like it can stay this way forever.

Atsumu leads you past the benches and the trees, taking a turn before you reach the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” you ask, expecting him to lead you to his car like he usually does and wondering why you went the other way.

He turns to you with a grin. “It’s a surprise.”

You end up walking into one of the buildings near your residence hall, the science building. It’s empty save for a few members of the maintenance staff mopping the floors and airing out the rooms. They don’t even look your way as Atsumu leads you up the stairs, all the way to the top of the building on the third floor.

Your brows furrow as he lets go of your hand and goes to push the door to the rooftop open. It’s usually locked (you know this because you and Oikawa once tried to sneak up there when you were wasted), but this time, it opens and Atsumu nods his head for you to step outside.

When you walk through the door, you’re met with the vast concrete expanse of the rooftop. Except it isn’t as empty as you expected it to be. In the middle of it, there’s a screen and a projector and a blanket and a bunch of pillows. You notice a basket lying nearby beside a cooler that looks like it’s been through a lot.

“What is this?” you ask, eyes fixed on the scene before you.

Atsumu shrugs, that boyish charm of his seeping through. “I wanted to do something nice.”

You peel your gaze away from the little theater on the rooftop and turn to look at him. “Something nice?”

His eyes go big, panic taking over him. Is it too much? Do you not like it? This probably wasn’t what you expected at all. He should’ve just taken you to a nice restaurant. He didn’t have to do all of this.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I didn’t tell ya ‘bout it. If ya don’t like it, we can just—”

Before he even realizes it, your lips are on his. He’s still gawking when you kiss him softly, deeply. It takes him a moment, but soon he’s kissing you back, his hands going to your waist and yours wrapping around his neck.

You pull back and he finds you smiling at him, all toothy and giddy like a kid in a candy store.

“I love it,” you tell him, pulling him into a hug. “Thank you.”

He leans down and kisses you again. “Don’t even mention it.”

When you separate, you’re still clinging to his hand as he shows you the whole set-up. In the basket, he reveals pizza from the place you kept telling him about, some popcorn, and a bunch of sweets. There’s a few cans of your favorite soda in the cooler and a tiny tub of ice cream (he tells you that he was supposed to get wine but his brother blew through their allowance for the week). You sit down on the blankets while you pick which food to eat first while he goes to set up the movie: Pulp Fiction, because you once swore he had to see it.

He sits down beside you and you give him that smile again, curling into his side. You turn to watch the movie as the sun sets around you, and Atsumu finds he can’t look away from your face. He notices the curve of your nose, the shape of your lips, the way your hair falls just right. He decides he could look at you forever and he’d never get bored, he’d always find something new and beautiful about you.

It’s not serious, he tells himself. But it’s not not serious either.

notes. and so it begins ;)

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five — burn

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.4k content. swearing, suna having impure thoughts lmao

“Rin, have you ever been in love?”

Suna chokes on his water, coughing it out as you burst into laughter beside him. He feels your hand come up to pat his back until his throat clears. He downs more water in an attempt to feel better.

“Didn’t know you were so against romance, Rinnie.”

He looks up and glares at you. “You can’t just spring questions like that on a guy!”

“I didn’t know it was a touchy subject!” you shoot back, still laughing. “I expected you to be all wistful about it, not to die.”

He goes over to the sink and rinses his glass out, leaving it in the drying rack before walking back to you. He frowns, wrapping an arm around your waist. On any other day, you’d call him clingy. “Why are you even asking me that?”

You shrug. “I don’t know,” you say. “I just wondered what it’d feel like. In case it happened or whatever.”

Suna’s heart drops to his stomach and he feels a lump begin to form in his throat. He pulls away from you, like he can’t bear to touch you right now. Like you burn somehow.

Weird, he thinks. That’s never happened before. Why is it even happening?

“You’ve—” He clears his throat. “You’ve never been in love before?”

You hum in consideration. “I thought I loved Tooru for a while, back when we were kids,” you tell him. “And maybe I did, I don’t know. It was so long ago, I don’t even remember what it could have felt like.”

“And… you think you might fall in love again soon?”

You look at him with an amused expression. “You’re being weird,” you say. “I like it.”

It’s like your words screw his head back on, the familiar teasing groove of your conversations reminding him of who you are and who he is. Why does it matter to him if you fall in love with anyone? That isn’t any of his business. You’re friends, nothing more, nothing less.

“Whatever.” He rolls his eyes. “Not like anyone would fall in love with you anyway. You snore, y’know.”

You jump onto his back and attempt to tackle him to the ground. You can’t, of course, he’s too strong for your sudden weight to even make him stumble. “Take that back!” you say as he starts laughing at you. “God, you’re such a boy! You’re so lame!”

“Not as lame as your sweater.”

“It’s a Taylor Swift cardigan, you asshole!”

“Oh my god, will you quit smiling at your phone? It’s freaking me out.”

You give Oikawa the finger, eyes still focused on your screen.

“That’s rude, Y/N.”

You hush him. “You weren’t even talking to me,” you say, typing. “You and Iwa have been all whisper-whisper with each other this whole time.”

Your best friend makes his way over to you and flops his body on top of yours, taking your phone away and putting it on the coffee table. It’s his turn to hush you. “We were talking about you actually.”

“Me?” you ask, trying to push him off of you. “Get off, man.”

He ignores you. “Yeah, there’s this party tonight. One of the guys from volleyball is throwing it—”

“Yeah, at Hinata’s place. I know this, Tooru.”

“What? Why? How?”

You put your palm on his face and push him away. “Your breath reeks!”

“It does not!” he exclaims, putting his palm over your face in retaliation. “Now, how do you know about this party?”

“Atsumu asked me to go—why do your hands smell like my lotion?”

“Atsumu asked you to go?!” Oikawa shrieks. “The nerve of that guy!”

“Well, I am kinda hanging out with him.”

“You said it wasn’t serious!”

“I never said it was.” You grunt as you slide yourself out from under him. “You should really brush your teeth.”

“I’m telling your mom that you’re a bully.” He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. “So are you going to the party or what?”

You lean your body over his. “Maybe,” you say. “Are you?”

Oikawa looks over his shoulder at Iwaizumi. “Are we?”

Your quieter friend nods. “Why not?”

y/n the love of my life: see u ;)

Suna blinks. What are you even talking about? The two of you haven’t made any plans for tonight. Trust him, he would’ve remembered.

He takes a swig of his beer and texts back.

him: wdym

y/n the love of my life: just wait ;)

He groans. Maybe he did forget something. You were talking a lot the last time he saw you so it’s not impossible that he missed something (even if he didn’t because he obviously always listens to you).

y/n the love of my life: look up pretty boy

He glances up from his phone and there you are, phone in hand with a smile on your lips. As you make your way over to him, he can’t help but notice the way your skirt sways to match your steps and the leather jacket you’re wearing does nothing to hide the tight cropped top underneath. You take a sip from the solo cup you’re holding before settling in front of him, maintaining a respectable distance between the two of you when you realize that there are other people around.

“Hi,” you say. “You look nice.”

He smirks. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

You give him a little twirl, the fabric of your skirt lifting as you do. “Thanks.” You grin. “I just got this the other day.”

“It’s cute,” he tells you. He also wants to tell you that it’s taking everything in him not to bend you over and fuck you right then and there, but he figures that wouldn’t be polite. “So why are you here? I thought Oikawa banned you from the volleyball team.”

“Still banned. But he wasn’t the one who invited me.”

Suna furrows his brows. “What? Then who—”

“Y/N!”

The twins are heading your way, Atsumu with his arms open wide. Suna watches as you whip your head around to face the boy, a look of warmth taking over your features.

“‘Tsumu!” you say, falling into the blond’s embrace as he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. “I was looking all over for you.”

“Sorry, ‘Samu got the directions wrong.”

“No I didn’t,” Osamu says.

Atsumu nudges his brother. “Yes. Ya did, ya scrub.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure, I did. Totally wasn’t ‘Tsumu.”

Suna watches as Atsumu introduces you to his brother. He watches as you make a quip about choosing the wrong twin. He watches as Atsumu scolds you lightly and you apologize with a laugh. He watches as you all turn your attention to him.

“Ya already know Sunarin, right?” Atsumu asks you. “Ya met in class or somethin’?”

“An elective,” you clarify. “Pottery.”

“I didn’t know ya knew how to make a pot, man.”

Your eyes are on him, nodding for him to say something. He nearly freezes under your gaze. “Uh, yeah.” Suna chuckles, trying to mask just how confused he is by this situation. “Better at smoking it though.”

Atsumu laughs, clapping his back before putting his arm around your waist. “I’m gonna go introduce Y/N to the others.”

Osamu nods, taking his place beside Suna. “See ya,” he says as the two of you disappear into the crowd. He leans against the wall. “So that’s the girl. Huh. Wonder why she’d go for an ass like ‘Tsumu.”

Suna feels his mouth go dry. “What do you mean ‘the girl’?”

The twin looks at him with a raised brow. “The girl,” he repeats. “Y’know. The one ‘Tsumu’s kinda been seeing.”

“What?”

“Yeah. They’re not together yet, but I think ‘Tsumu really likes her.” Osamu frowns when he sees Suna’s face fall. “Ya good, man?”

He nods quickly. “Yeah, uh, I just need some air. Feeling a little sick.”

He’s walking away before his friend can even say another word, making his way through the sea of people and out the back door. It’s like his lungs are on fire. It’s like he’s burning. He thinks it might be the alcohol, but he knows it isn’t. He knows it’s you. Somehow.

It’s Atsumu beaming at you as he introduces you to his brother. It’s you teasing the boy and him making you laugh. It’s Atsumu holding your waist—holding your waist the way that he does—and leading you away from him.

It’s all of that. It’s everything else. It’s you.

It’s you that’s making him burn.

notes. i'm gonna be honest, my real intention for this series is for everyone to flip-flop between suna and atsumu at all times HAHSHAHA we will never know true peace 😩 but isn't that so much more fun anyway ;)

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three — yours

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.9k content. fwb, swearing, car sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of pet names (pretty girl, babe, sweet girl)

“How do you know if you like someone?”

“If they have a buttload of cash.”

“How much is a buttload?”

“I dunno, like a hundred million yen?”

“And it has to be in cash?”

“You can probably count assets too.”

“Sounds sensible.”

You and Oikawa are on the floor of his dorm room busy folding pieces of origami paper into rings. Somehow, you had both convinced each other that, if you weren’t able to make a thousand, you’d be single forever and die on the toilet. Neither of you are willing to take that risk.

“Hold on,” he says, head shooting up to look at you.

“Don’t stop!” you scold, finishing the ring he had disregarded. “Think of the toilet death, Tooru.”

His lips spread out into a grin. “Why do you wanna know if you like someone?” he asks teasingly. “Is there something I should know about? Or, more importantly, someone?”

“What? No. Ew boys. Cooties.”

“It wouldn’t happen to be the boy you’ve been seeing, would it?” he presses, ignoring how you urge him to get back to the origami. “The one Iwa said you gave your number to?”

You groan, flopping onto the carpet and avoiding your best friend’s gaze. “It’s not like that, okay?”

He squeals, like actually squeals. “Y/N’s got a crush!” he proclaims in a sing-song voice before proceeding to make kissy faces. “Is that why you’ve been so busy this week?”

“I haven’t been busy.”

“You so have,” he says. “I don’t even know who the boy is! Iwa never told me, said I should hear it from you.”

You gulp. “Right, about that…”

Oikawa looks at you expectantly. “Yes?”

“He’s kinda… your teammate.”

Suddenly, his face turns dark, a scowl now taking over his features. “Y/N,” he says in a low voice, “What have I told you about dating volleyball players?”

“Don’t… do it?” you answer tentatively.

“Exactly! Don’t do it!” he tells you. “We’re all assholes! You know that more than anyone.”

He’s right, of course, you know he is. You’ve been friends with him since you were in middle school, inseparable since highschool. You were there to witness all the broken hearts that he and the rest of his teammates left in their wake. They didn’t mean to do it most of the time, but they did it anyway. It’s why he never let you date any of them and made sure everyone knew you were off-limits. It’s also why he never introduced you to his college teammates. He didn’t even want you to know their names.

You wonder what your best friend would say if he knew that you were not only going out with one of his teammates but also sleeping with another. You guess you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it—and you hope you never do.

“Who?”

“What?”

“Who are you seeing?”

You offer him a guilty smile as you sit up. “Atsumu?”

His eye twitches. “He’s literally the other setter, Y/N!”

“But he’s nice!”

“That cocky asshole is not nice!”

“You’re just jealous,” you shoot back at him.

“Of course I’m jealous.” He frowns. “And I don’t want you to get hurt when the pain is clearly avoidable.”

The two of you are quiet. Oikawa picks up a piece of paper and folds it up into a ring, brows knitted together in worry. As much as he hates this, he doesn’t remember the last time you actually considered that you might like someone. You were never open to these kinds of things. You dated guys, sure, but they weren’t anything serious. He hates Atsumu, but he wonders if there might be more to him than meets the eye. You’ve clearly seen something he hasn’t.

“Look, I get it,” you say, finally breaking the silence. “He’s not… perfect. He’s messy, he talks too loud, his car’s a mess—but he’s honest, you know? And I like spending time with him. I just wanna have some fun.”

He sighs and looks back up at you. “And it’s not serious?”

You nod. “Not serious at all.”

Your day is going horribly. With your summer semester still a week away, your coach has decided to take advantage of your extra time and make practice more gruesome than ever before. It doesn’t help that you’re more exhausted than usual, what with Atsumu suddenly taking up your days and Suna taking up your nights. And today, all your fatigue comes crashing down on you as you fall from the top of a pyramid.

“Y/N!” Yukie exclaims as the spotters catch you just in time. “Are you alright?”

You let yourself lie on the floor for a moment, staring up at the high ceiling of the gym. “I think I’m dying.”

Kaori holds her hand out for you to take and pulls you up. “Don’t be so dramatic,” she says with a fond smile. “Come on, we just gotta finish this last run.”

You turn to your coach and offer a bright smile and a thumbs-up before heading back to your starting position with an extra pep in your step. When you look back at your friends though, your face falls, practically wanting to weep from exhaustion. As the music starts playing and you go through the routine again, you wonder if the scholarship is even worth all this torture.

“You look rough,” Kaori tells you in the locker room afterwards. “Lip gloss?”

“Yes please,” you say, catching the tube she throws at you. You turn to the mirror and swipe the strawberry gloss on your lips, smacking them together before sighing. “I’m not even taking classes yet but I already feel so busy.”

Yukie snickers. “That’s what you get for going at two boys at once.”

“Yukie! Don’t be so loud!”

Your friends laugh at your panic. There’s no one else in the room and, even if there was, it’s not like they would even know what you were talking about.

“Relax,” Kaori says. “Why are you so worried about people finding out anyway?”

You shrug, putting the lip gloss back in her bag. “I don’t know. It’s just… weird. Rin doesn’t even want people knowing we’re friends and Atsumu’s still too new to mean anything.”

“Do they know about each other?” Yukie asks curiously.

“Kinda,” you say. “Atsumu knows we’re not exclusive and Rin knows I’m sorta seeing someone. It’s weird, I dunno.”

Kaori pats you on the back. “That’s college for you, baby.”

The three of you head out of the locker room, complaining about which muscles are sore today and being pleasantly surprised by which ones aren’t. You have the next day off though, which is rare and great and you’re all looking forward to it.

“You sure you don’t need a ride?” Kaori asks when you get to her car.

You nod. “I’m good.”

“If you say so,” she says, giving you a quick hug before getting in the driver’s seat. “See you on Monday!”

“See you on Monday!” you wave as the car pulls out of the parking lot and drives away. When they’re gone, you take your phone out of your pocket and sit down on one of the benches outside the gym.

rin: u done?

you: yep, r u near?

rin: look up pretty girl

Your eyes lift to see him walking towards you with a smirk. He isn’t wearing anything special, just a t-shirt and some jeans. You’re pretty sure he’s even wearing your pink Hello Kitty socks under those shoes of his (the ones he swears he didn’t steal). He seems completely normal to you—so why does he look so good?

You stand up and crash your lips into his, your fingers coming up to grab the fabric of his collar. He kisses you back immediately and holds your face in his hands. Everything about it is rough and hot and wet. If anyone saw you now, there’s definitely no way they wouldn’t know what the two of you are to each other.

You pull back from the kiss, forehead pressed against his. “I want you.”

His eyes pierce into yours. There’s something so intimate about the way he looks at you, something so raw and real. “You have me,” he growls. “Of course you do.”

The two of you manage to make it to his car before you’re on each other again. You’re lying in the back seat with Suna’s body hovering above yours, both your lips pressed together in fierce competition. His tongue slips into your mouth and you let out a moan as he moves closer to you.

He yanks both your gym shorts and underwear down in one motion, sliding his fingers between your legs. He snickers. “So wet for me, babe.”

“Touch me, Rin,” you say breathlessly. “Please.”

He pulls away from your lips, ignoring your whines at the loss of contact as he moves down to bring his face to your cunt. “Only because you asked so nicely,” he tells you before eating you out like his life depends on it. “Tastes so good, sweet girl.”

You manage to lift your head to look at him, his head between your thighs. It’s depraved, the way he laps at you, the way he kisses your clit and licks at your folds. His hair is a mess and you can practically see your slick dripping down his chin. He puts one hand on your thigh to keep it from closing and uses the other hand to slide a finger inside of you.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it, babe,” he says against your heat, crooking his finger just right so it sends shockwaves through your body. “Always so good for me, aren’t you?”

A moan rips out of your throat. “Yes, Rin, yes!”

“This pussy is all for me, isn’t it?”

You nod, eyes closed as your back arches. You’re so close. So, so close. Practically seeing stars. “All yours. All yours,” you chant. He sucks at your clit. “Fuck!”

“Whose?”

“Yours, Rin!” you scream. “All for you, Rin!”

With one more stroke of his finger right against your sweet spot, your high comes crashing down on you, the orgasm wracking your entire body. You try to close your legs to find some relief, but Suna keeps them wide open as he continues to spear his finger into you, riding out your high. The fucked out look on your face is all he needs in that moment.

When you’ve settled down, he pulls his finger out and sticks it in his mouth, tasting you on his tongue. You groan at the sight.

“Not bad, babe,” he says, grabbing one of the wipes he keeps in his car and cleaning you up. He’s gentle about it, careful not to touch the sensitive spots and apologizing when he does. He knows how sore you can get. He knows your body more than anyone else does, even yourself.

You pull your shorts back up and the two of you lie together for a while, your head on his chest. Then, it hits you.

“Do you think anyone saw us?”

“That’s a weird way of thanking me for the greatest orgasm of your life.”

You push him away playfully. “Get over yourself,” you say. “Not even in the top 5.”

“Top 10?”

“More like 50.”

“Hey!”

You turn your head to look at him, both of you smiling. “That was nice,” you say. “Not great, but nice.”

He rolls his eyes at you and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Whatever. When we get home, I’m fucking my way to number 1.”

“Game on.”

notes. idk about you guys but i would totally let a guy like suna finger me in a parking lot. not like speaking from experience or anything but... yeah. anyway!! that was the first smutty chapter but there will be more hihihi :>

i'd love to hear what you think of the series so far!! looking forward to sharing more with you all ;)

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hqbaby · 8 months

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ten — rin

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.9k content. swearing, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (on birth control tho), soft sex

He doesn’t care. You’ve been busy with school and practice and Atsumu. He gets that. You’re a busy person with a life. Priorities. A checklist. Why would he care that the two of you haven’t been alone for two weeks? Exactly. He doesn’t care. It’s fine. It’s whatever.

“You know, you say that so much I’m starting to think you do care.”

He looks at you with a bored expression, toothbrush hanging from his mouth as he scrolls through his phone. “Well, I don’t.”

You’re sitting on the counter of his bathroom, grinning at him like an idiot as you reach out to poke his cheek. “I think you kinda do,” you say, words garbled as you brush your teeth with the yellow Winnie the Pooh toothbrush he got you after the first time you stayed over.

“I don’t wanna make out with someone with morning breath,” he said when he handed it to you. “You owe me 500 yen for that.”

“Rin, this is for five-year-olds.”

“Are you not five?”

“You missed me,” you sing before rinsing your mouth out and spitting into the sink. You clean your toothbrush and place it in the holder. “I don’t blame you. I’d miss me too.”

He pulls his toothbrush out of his mouth and puts it in its place beside yours, walking away and ignoring your teasing.

“You know, you’re supposed to actually brush your teeth, right?” you ask, shit-eating grin still on your face as you follow him into his bedroom. “Not just put it in your mouth.”

He groans. “I already brushed my teeth, I told you,” he says. “You just didn’t wanna do it alone. Like a kid.”

“Aw, you didn’t want me to be lonely?”

“Fuck you.”

“But I wanna fuck you,” you say cheekily. He doesn’t respond, avoiding your eyes as he sits down on his bed. Your face falls. “Did I say something wrong?” you ask. “Are you… Are you mad at me?”

His head shoots up when he hears the sadness in your tone. “What? Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I haven’t been spending time with you?” you offer dejectedly. “Because of what happened last night?”

He shakes his head furiously. Why would he ever be mad at you for what those assholes did? “Will you just—” he reaches out and grabs your hips, pulling you onto the mattress, “I’m not mad at you.”

You adjust yourself on the bed, sitting cross-legged in front of him. You lean forward and kiss him gently, cupping his face with your hands. He melts into your touch but still doesn’t reach out to hold you. You pull away. “What’s wrong?”

“I just…”

“Just?”

“I missed you, alright?” he says almost angrily. “Is that what you want me to say?”

You’re still holding him, faces inches away. “No,” you tell him, your breath fanning against his lips. “I’m sorry. I never wanted you to miss me,” you peck his lips then you add, “I missed you too. Just so you know.”

“Sure.”

“What?”

He moves out of your grip, resting his head against the headboard and crossing his arms. “You didn’t miss me.” He almost laughs at how ridiculous he sounds. But you don’t laugh. You just stare at him with those concerned eyes of yours, trying to understand. “You have Atsumu. Why would you miss me?”

You scoff. “Atsumu? The fuck does he have to do with this?”

“Why are you even here?” he presses. “Why don’t you just go and ask him to be your boyfriend? You know he’d say yes.”

“Why are we talking about this?” You grunt in frustration as he continues to look at you with that distant gaze of his. “For fuck’s sake, Rin! I’m here because I care about you!”

“Oh, so you care about me? Are you sure you don’t just care about my dick?”

You shake your head. This isn’t right. This isn’t him. Suna’s an asshole a lot of the time but never to you, not in a way that hurts. “What’s really going on?” you ask quietly. “You’re going to have to tell me because I can’t read your mind, Rin. I wish I could, but I can’t.”

He sees the way your shoulders drop, the way your eyes glaze over. You’re not supposed to look like that. He’s not supposed to make you look like that.

“I said your name,” he tells you, looking away. He stares at his window, curtains fluttering when the fan hits them.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your name,” he repeats. “I was fucking some other girl and I… I said your name when I came.”

He’s so embarrassed. Just wishes the earth would swallow him whole. When you stay silent at his confession, he can feel his heart beating impossibly fast, like it’s about to climb out of his chest and fall out of his mouth. He dares to look at you and finds your hard stare meeting his eyes.

Without a word, you go on all-fours and crawl into his lap, your lips brushing against the skin of his neck. He winces when you bite down into him before running your tongue over the area and sucking. Your mouth moves up to his ear and he can hear you breathe as you whisper, “I told you I was the best.”

He isn’t even thinking when he flips you over onto the mattress, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss. His hands come up to your hair as he holds you close. There’s something different about the way the two of you move. It’s slower than usual, more tender. He wonders if he’s just imagining it.

“I missed you,” you say between kisses. “Missed this.”

All he can do is nod, enraptured by the way your tongue slides between his teeth. He can taste his toothpaste on you and somehow that’s what flips the switch in him—because it’s his.

He pulls away from your lips and starts kissing down your body, lifting the shirt you're wearing—his shirt—so he can pepper your breasts with the touch of his lips. He moves down, pecking your stomach until he’s right where you want him. Slowly, he pulls your underwear away, listening to the little sounds you make as he does.

He gazes at you for a moment, from the dazed look on your face to your hardened nipples to your dripping cunt. Splayed out before him, you look so vulnerable. Like he could do anything in this moment and you would let him. Because you trust him. Because you care about him.

And he cares about you too. So much more than he would ever admit.

“Rin,” you murmur. “Please.”

He hushes you. “You don’t need to ask, sweet thing,” he says. “I’ll take care of you.”

His tongue comes out to lick your folds and he moans against you as you shudder beneath his touch. He’s gentle, sweet even, as he laps at your cunt. You lie down with your back arched, hands gripping the sheets tightly as he pulls the prettiest sounds from your lips.

“Taste so good, Y/N,” he tells you. “Love it when you let me take care of you.”

You whimper with your head thrown to the side and eyes pressed close. Suna laps at you, showering you with praise, making you feel so good, and all you can do is scream. You’re so fucked out, you don’t even realize that he’s using his tongue to spell out the same word again and again and again.

“Just like that!”

“Right there, baby, right there.”

“I’m coming!”

You writhe on the mattress, your body shaking from the orgasm. The pleasure washes over you in waves, a loop of pulling you in and letting you go until it passes. Your eyes open and you stare up at the ceiling, blinking.

“Rin,” you say, unmoving. “Please fuck me.”

He chuckles. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

You hear the rustle of fabric as he takes off his shirt and pajamas. He makes his way on top of you, pulling you in for a kiss as he lines himself up at your entrance. “You good?” he asks.

You nod, holding his face in your hand. “I’m good,” you tell him, kissing him as he slides inside of you. You moan into his mouth. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he says as he pulls out then moves back in. “Missed you so much, Y/N.”

“I know,” you tell him, grinding your hips slightly to meet his thrusts. They’re slow but deep, you can feel every delicious groove of his cock, every vein, every twitch. He catches each of your whimpers and moans with his mouth, kissing you softly as he fucks you.

Except he’s not fucking you, not really. That’s not what you would call this.

You cling to his back, your nails digging into him. “Sorry,” you say when you realize what you’re doing. You try to put your hands away but he catches your arms, shaking his head.

“It’s okay,” he tells you, keeping you in place, “I missed that too.”

You moan at that. His cock hits a spot deep inside you, one so rarely touched that it feels like you’ve just been struck by lightning when his tip brushes against it. Your grip on him tightens.

“Who was she?” you find yourself asking.

“Who?”

“The girl,” you say, eyes meeting his confused gaze. What am I doing? “The girl you fucked. Who was she?”

He smiles at you, all soft and gentle, as he lets out a quiet laugh. “Nobody. I don’t even remember her name.”

You smile back. You don’t know why, but that’s exactly what you wanted to hear.

“Good,” you say before you feel your body seize up. He hits that spot again. And again. And again.

Suna buries his face in your hair, catching a whiff of his shampoo on the strands. “I don’t care about her,” he tells you. “I only care about you.”

Oh shit. What?

“Fuck! I’m almost there, Rin.”

He holds you tight, wrapping his arms around your back as he continues to thrust into you. “Let go for me, Y/N,” he tells you, panting. “Let go.”

His tip jams into that spot one last time and you convulse against him, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. It just feels so good. Too good. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this way before. You let yourself go, taking comfort in the fact that Suna has you, that he won’t let you go.

You feel his thrust grow erratic, unable to help himself as your orgasm makes you tighten around him. He spills into you, more cum than he ever thought was possible. You moan and hold onto him as he fills you up. Fuller than you’ve ever been. It’s an impossible feeling that has your head swimming in the haze of only one thought: Rin.

After a while, he pulls out of you and collapses at your side. You lay your head on his chest and he wraps you up in his arms, trying to keep you as close to him as possible. It’s a familiar scene. You’ve ended up in the same position countless times.

But this feels different. Everything about this feels different.

Neither of you have the courage to speak. There’s too much tension that you don’t understand and you don’t have the strength to address it. All you can think about is his touch. His smile. His voice. His… everything. Just Rin and every single thing there is about him. It makes your heart beat faster than it probably should—than you know it should.

So you stay quiet, just drinking in the silence and the feeling of his arms around your naked form. You don’t have to talk about it now. If you’re lucky, you’ll never have to.

notes. team suna i see you 👀 i love reading everyone's conflicting feelings bc SAME!!! writing this story's been so chaotic but ykw at least we're doing this together :") i wanna know where you guys think this is all going so far...

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hqbaby · 9 months

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two — still winning

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.7k content. fwb, swearing

He doesn’t care. Why would he? He’s not your boyfriend or anything. You’re just two close friends who happen to fuck sometimes. You’re a grown woman. You’re allowed to go on dates with guys… who aren’t him.

“What is wrong with yer face,” Aran says. He reaches out to touch the corners of Suna’s lips. “Smile!”

The boy just scowls at him. “What are you doing?” he says, yanking his friend’s hands away from his face. “Don’t touch me.”

Aran bursts into laughter. “Yer so serious!”

“What’s goin’ on with ya?” Osamu prods, launching himself onto the couch between the other two boys. He pokes a finger to Suna’s cheek. “Ya break up with yer girlfriend or somethin’?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“If she’s not yer girlfriend, then why don’t ya tell us her name? Doesn’t matter if we know now, does it?”

Suna sinks deeper into the cushions and groans. “Will you guys just be quiet for once?”

“Such a grump.” Osamu sighs, slumping against the couch’s arm. “Anyway, what’re we doin’ over the break?”

“Kita and I are headin’ home before trainin’ starts,” Aran says. “I miss my bed.”

The gray-haired twin hums. “I’d go home too but I got that internship comin’ up.”

A pillow lands on his face.

“Quit braggin’ ‘bout yer internship.”

“I’m not!”

As the two of them bicker, Suna takes his phone out of his pocket. He pulls up your chat and reads your last message to him.

y/n the love of my life: nah i have a date

His eyes linger on your contact name. You set it up, obviously. The two of you (read: just you) were baking a cake in his kitchen (and failing miserably because his only contribution to the effort was distracting you with memes). You had asked him to send you a video he found of a bird freaking out when its owner “disappeared” behind a blanket because you wanted to show it to Oikawa and tell him that’s what he sounded like when Iwaizumi left him alone.

“Y/N L/N?” you gasped, reading the name he had you saved as. “Is that all I am to you?”

He burst out laughing when he saw how offended you looked. “Are you seriously upset?”

“Duh!” you said. “You’ve literally been inside me. And I’m just ‘Y/N L/N’ to you?”

“That’s your name isn’t it?”

You glared at him. “I’m not letting you have any of the cake.”

“Good. I’m pretty sure I’d get food poisoning anyway.”

“Rin!”

He laughed again, holding his phone out for you to take. “Fine,” he said. “Change it to whatever you want.”

A devilish smile appeared on your face as you took the phone away and started typing. He tried to see what you were doing, but you just pulled the screen closer to you so he couldn’t look. “It’s a surprise,” you told him. “Can’t ruin it.”

“You type really slow.”

“Your dick is microscopic.”

“Hey!”

With one last look at your handiwork, you gave him back the phone. “There,” you said. “Now, it’s accurate.”

He glanced at his screen and smirked. “Gee, you got a big ego.”

“Yeah. Bigger than your dick.”

“Stop talking about my dick!”

He tries rationalizing your “date” in his head. It’s not like you’ve mentioned liking anyone, he doubts it’s anything serious. He figures that you just decided to make plans because he was supposed to have plans. That’s probably all there is to it. You’ve done this before. It’s not any different from the other times. It’s not like he cares anyway, he has no reason to.

“Where’s Atsumu?” Aran asks, pushing Osamu’s feet away as the boy tries to stick them in his face. “Thought he’d be here after his test.”

“He came home earlier to get dressed, said he was goin’ out tonight,” Osamu says, trying to get his feet in Suna’s face this time. “Dunno where he thinks he’s goin’ without us.”

“Probably has a girl.”

“Doubt it.”

“Ya never know. Some girls like an airhead.” Aran pretends to swoon, forcing himself on top of Osamu. “‘Oh, ‘Tsumu! Yer so dreamy! Have my babies!’”

The twin’s hand lands in his face, pushing him away. “Gross,” he says. “Well, if Suna can get a girlfriend, I guess ‘Tsumu can too.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Boyfriend then.”

Osamu is rewarded with a firm kick to the groin.

“I’m tellin’ ya! It tastes great!” Atsumu insists. “Ya just haven’t tried it yet.”

Your face is a mix of both disbelief and amusement. “Uh-uh,” you say slowly, laughter threatening to spill from your lips. “I guess I’ll have to find out the next time I crave cereal with orange juice.”

“I’m serious! Don’t knock it ‘til ya try it!”

You laugh. “But why would I want to try it?”

He shakes his head and makes a faux serious face. “It’s in the pulp,” he explains, gesturing wildly as he tries to convince you that no, this is not a crazy person thing he’s saying right now. “Ya mix it in with the fiber and it just makes the flavor pop, y’know?”

The two of you burst into laughter.

The date’s been going well so far. You’d be lying if you said Atsumu’s the perfect gentleman because he isn’t. He talks while he eats and bulldozes through his meal without an effort to look proper in any way. He didn’t bring you to any of the nicer places on campus where the guys usually take girls that they want to impress, but the restaurant has its own charm. It’s cozy and warm and Atsumu talks to the owner of the place like she’s his own grandmother. He’s clearly a regular. And the food’s great too.

He’s fun to be around, you think. He’s, well, a regular boy with the usual quirks, but there’s a sweetness to him. Like you know he means well. What you see is what you get, and you don’t mind what you see at all.

“You’re on the volleyball team, right?” you ask when the conversation lulls as the two of you eat.

“Yup,” he tells you eagerly. “I plan on going to the Olympics.”

“Wow. That’s big.”

“It is. But it’s also what I’ve always wanted to do.”

You nod in understanding. “I have friends on the team. Your schedules get crazy sometimes, don’t they?”

“Yeah, they do, but we love it,” he says with a smile. “Who’re yer friends? I probably know ‘em.”

“Oikawa and Suna—I mean, I’m not really friends with Suna,” you correct yourself. “We’ve spoken a few times.”

“No kiddin’!” he exclaims. “They’re both great—just don’t tell ‘em I said that. Suna’s actually one of my best friends, went to highschool together and everythin’.”

Your eyes widen. “Seriously? What a coincidence.”

He chuckles. “Can’t believe we haven’t met before.”

You nod and smile, but you can believe it. You and Suna live in separate worlds most of the time. The only way you’re technically supposed to “know” each other is through Oikawa and you barely get involved with that part of your friend’s life anyway. It makes you wonder, though. What kind of person is Suna with his friends? Is he any different from the Suna that you know? Maybe you wouldn’t even recognize him.

The rest of the dinner goes on without a hitch and Atsumu drives you back to the dorms after.

“I had fun,” you tell him, digging into your purse for your key. “You shouldn’t have paid though. I’m the one who owes you.”

He waves it off. “Ya can always pay next time.”

The corners of your lips curl upward at the bold remark. “Next time?”

“Well, if that’s… y’know, somethin' ya wanna do,” he says sheepishly. “Would ya? Wanna do this again, I mean. Soon maybe.”

He looks at you like a little boy with hopeful eyes, an image that doesn't entirely match his rather large physique. It’s endearing. It’s sweet. And you decide that you might actually grow to like this boyish side of him a little.

“I have practice tomorrow,” you tell him. “And we have a team dinner after.”

His face falls slightly, trying to hide his disappointment. “Oh, sure. No, I get it.”

“How does coffee sound to you then?”

He lights up at that, face bursting with joy. “Sounds great,” he says. “Meet ya at the quad?”

You nod. “I’ll text you when I’m free.”

“Cool,” he says, still beaming. “I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” you say, reaching up to plant a kiss on his jaw. “Night, ‘Tsumu.”

“Night, Y/N.”

You unlock your door and step inside, waving at him one last time before closing the door behind you. You lean against the wall, a kaleidoscope of tiny butterflies already gathering in your stomach as you sink to the floor. It’s a new feeling. Interesting, but nice.

Buzz. Buzz.

You reach into your pocket and pull out your phone to find a text from Suna.

rin: how was the date?

you: pretty good actually

you: i’m seeing him again tmrw

rin: nice

Suna feels the urge to chuck his phone across the room. “Nice.” That was his great response. He groans, feeling like a bumbling fourteen-year-old again. He didn’t like being fourteen at all. -3/10, not an experience he’d ever recommend.

He looks down and reads your message again. You’re seeing the guy tomorrow. That’s soon. You just had your first date and you’re seeing him again. It must’ve been something special, Suna thinks, and it makes him feel sick.

His phone pings. Another text from you.

y/n the love of my life: can i come over?

He stares at your words for a while. For a moment, he’s convinced that his mind is playing tricks on him, that he’s just seeing what he wants to see. Then, he smirks, knowing that of course it’s real.

Somehow, he’s decided that, though the guy might be special, it means something that you’re going to end up in Suna’s bed anyway. He doesn’t know exactly what it means, but it means something. It means: Mystery Guy 0, Suna 1. He still comes first, he wins this time. And that’s all that matters.

It makes him feel better than it probably should, but he tries not to think about that. Not now at least.

notes. i'm gonna let u know rn that all the characters in this series are dumb college kids w big feelings and no idea what to do w any them. today is suna's day to be oblivious to his emotions but everyone's gonna get their turn eventually 😩 (also the spice starts next chapter hihihi)

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hqbaby · 9 months

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chapter one — oh cool

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.9k content. sexual imagery, implied fwb, swearing

Suna knows he’s being greedy.

When he has you in his bed every night, gets you to say his name in that breathy whimper of yours, gets to touch you like nobody else can—he knows he isn’t being fair. To him, you’re perfection, and he’s never been the kind to settle for any less. He wants you all to himself and he’s not afraid of getting what he wants.

And when he refuses to let anyone else know that he has you? When he’s decided to keep you a secret? Well, he knows that he’s the greediest fucker there is.

In public, you barely acknowledge each other. You run in different circles, you go to different classes. There’s the occasional overlap in your friends and his, but no one would ever call you two close. You’re friendly at most.

No one suspects a thing.

Everyone sees you as the golden girl, the one who everybody wants. You’re the captain of the cheer team who somehow manages to work through her degree in chemistry while still going to all the parties that matter. People have decided that you’re interested in relationships but you haven’t been in any serious ones. You already have too much of a life going on anyway.

Suna, on the other hand, is seen as the star athlete fuckboy. Apparently, he’s gone through half of the female population on campus and he’s still going on a roll. He lives in a completely different world from yours, one of debauchery and mess, where he floats above it all.

The two of you aren’t exactly as everyone says you are, what with you being the occasional nervous wreck and Suna being too lazy to hook up with people most of the time, but you like how people perceive you. It’s fun to live the life of a persona, it makes you feel like you’re actually living.

No one knows that the two of you are always at each other’s sides when everyone else isn’t looking. And it’s not just sex, no, when Suna has all of you, it means he has all of you. He gets to curl up with you on the couch and watch Ghibli movies on Friday nights. He gets to have coffee with you in the morning and eat the pancakes that you made together. He gets to drive you to your parents’ house when you go visit them and he gets to pick you up and take you out after.

He gets all the best parts of you that you have to offer and he has no intentions of letting any of that go. He just doesn’t want anyone else to know, that’s all. He has a reputation to uphold, and you just so happen to be a complication in all of that.

“Morning,” you say, rolling over to your side and finding Suna looking at you. “You sleep okay?”

He hums and wraps an arm around your waist. “‘Course. You’re here.”

You let out a light chuckle before pressing your lips to his. The kiss is sweet and tender, like it means everything in the world to the two of you. When you pull back, a smile graces your lips, your hand coming up to push a strand of hair from Suna’s face.

“I gotta get going,” you tell him, sitting up. “Iwa’s helping me study today.”

His grip on you tightens. “You can make him wait.”

You stick your tongue out. “Such a bad influence.” You lean down and press a quick kiss to his forehead before getting up and gathering your clothes from the floor. “Am I seeing you tonight?”

“Not tonight,” he tells you, eyes on your body as you pull your underwear on. “I have a date.”

You nod. “Alright,” you say. “Just text me whenever.”

He watches as you put your clothes back on and check yourself in the mirror to see if you look okay, completely used to this routine you’ve built for yourself. As much as he likes that you’re not bothered by him seeing other women, he can’t help the nagging feeling that you’re equally unbothered by the reverse. That you think it’s fine for you to go and see other men.

You never have, not in a way that matters at least. You’ve hooked up with a few people, but you always told Suna about it afterwards and it always happened just because he wasn’t around to keep you company. He likes the idea that he’s the only one that really matters to you. He likes that idea more than he probably should.

He refuses to consider what would happen if you actually met someone you liked. He tries his best not to think about it. Besides, it’s not like you’re going to find anyone anytime soon.

“You got plans tonight?” Iwaizumi asks, passing you your coffee and following you to a table. “Oikawa’s asking.”

You shake your head. “After my midterm later, I’m pretty much free.”

“And the guy? No plans with him?”

“What guy?” you ask coyly as the two of you take your seats. “There’s no guy.”

He totally knows that there’s a guy. There’s no way he doesn’t. He thinks that it started almost a year ago, when you were being secretive about your plans all of a sudden. You never turned down the chance to go out with him and the boys though, so they couldn’t exactly complain that the mystery guy was getting in the way of your friendship with anyone. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder why you were keeping it a secret for so long.

“Yeah?” Iwaizumi says with a knowing smirk. “So you wouldn’t mind if we whisk you away on a surprise week-long camping trip?

Your face falls a little at that. “Uh, I don’t know, man. I’d have to think about it.”

He laughs. “Whatever you say, Y/N.”

The two of you start talking about your friends, places you want to visit before the next semester starts, plans for the future, the occasional existential crisis. When you realize that you’ve been at it for two hours, you begrudgingly decide to pull out your notes and review for your exam.

After quizzing each other on the last two topics, you decide to get some snacks before going through everything again.

“Nope,” you say as you stand up and Iwaizumi tries to give you some cash. You hold your wallet up for him to see. “I’m paying this time.”

“Y/N,” he whines. “But I’m the man.”

You tut at him. “Don’t bring the patriarchy into this.”

Ignoring his protests, you make your way over to the counter to order your food. You’re pretty sure he’ll sneak the money into your bag while you’re gone anyway, but it’s the thought that counts.

“Here you go,” the cashier says, handing you your change and sliding over the tray of cookies and brownies. “Enjoy your food.”

You thank her with a smile, picking the tray up, and turning to walk back to your table.

“Hey, Y/N, right?”

You look over your shoulder and find a boy you recognize from campus. Atsumu. You met him at a party where he somehow ended up singing “Gotta Go My Own Way” with Hanamaki. You’re pretty sure the guy throwing the party regretted serving so much booze after that.

“That’s me,” you say. “Atsumu, right? I remember you from Haru’s thing.”

He rubs the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly. “Yeah,” he says, “I went sober for a whole month after that.”

You laugh. “It wasn’t that bad.”

He shrugs, then looks down at the tray you’re holding. “Lemme help ya with that.”

Before you can even say no, he’s already taking it from you and asking you to lead the way back to your table. When you get there, Iwaizumi nods at Atsumu in greeting.

“Hey, man,” he says. “Nice seeing you here.”

“Yeah, small world,” Atsumu replies, placing your tray down on the table. He looks at you. “Iwaizumi and I are in the same health science class.”

He smiles and you can’t help but notice how sweet it looks. You never really got to look at him before—what with him being on the verge of blacking out and you not exactly doing too well yourself back then—but now that you see him properly, you can’t help but think that he’s actually cute.

And hot. Definitely hot.

“Thanks for the help,” you say, “You really didn’t have to.”

He waves it off. “I don’t mind,” he tells you, adjusting his backpack strap. “Well, I gotta get goin’. It was nice seein’ ya again.”

You watch as he turns around to leave and, before you can even stop yourself, the word comes tumbling out of your mouth. “Wait.”

He looks back with a raised brow. “Yeah?”

“I wanna pay you back. For… being so nice.”

He shakes his head, the sweet smile still on his lips. “Ya really don’t have to—”

“No seriously,” you say. “Maybe I can give you my number. Let me know when you’re free, I’ll get you a coffee or something. To pay you back. For being nice.”

His eyes widen in realization. Then he smirks. “Sure,” he says, pulling out his phone and handing it to you.

You type your number in and pass his phone back to him. You smile. “See you around, Atsumu.”

“See ya around, Y/N.”

When he’s gone, you turn back to Iwaizumi who has an amused look on his face.

“So?” he asks. “Care explain what that was just now?”

You groan, already knowing that he’s going to tease you about this for years to come. “Shut up and eat,” you say, pushing a cookie into his mouth. He tries to speak as he chews and you throw a balled up tissue at him. “You got food on your face.”

Your phone pings on the table and you pick it up to check.

number unknown: this is tsumu. u up for dinner tonight?

Trying to ignore the snickers coming from Iwaizumi, you text back.

you: sure thing

tsumu: 8 sound good to you? i’ll pick u up

you: sounds great, i’ll send my address

You put your phone away and try to bite back the growing grin on your face as Iwaizumi watches you with a smug smile.

“That him?” he asks.

You shrug and take a sip of your coffee. “Maybe.”

“You’re so bad at hiding shit.”

You give him the finger. Then, you hear your phone ping again.

rin: date tonight bailed, wanna hang?

you: sorry i got plans :(

rin: it’s fine. u going out with ur friends?

you: nah i have a date

rin: oh cool

rin: have fun

“Is he still texting you?” Iwaizumi groans. “You have like one conversation with the guy and he’s already in love with you.”

You roll your eyes at him and aim another wad of tissue at his head. “I told you to shut and eat,” you say. “But if you must know… We’re going out tonight.”

At that, Iwaizumi guffaws. “I want details,” he demands, stuffing his face with more food. “I pretty much got you two together.”

“By sitting there and doing nothing?”

“Exactly.”

You grin at his antics and lean over the table to take a bite of his brownie, much to his dismay. You barely hear his whining though. You’re too busy wondering how you’re going to get through your midterm later, head already swimming with questions about what you’re going to wear to your date tonight.

notes. AAAAA SO IT’S BEEN A WHILE but i’m backkk baby! my stories tend to reflect how i approach love and relationships, so while my past works might have been more romantic and sweet, this one’s gonna be a bit more messy and angsty and sexy ;) so strap in loves, we’re in for a ride <3

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