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hqbaby · 9 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?

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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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word count. 1.6k content. swearing, just a bunch of fluff

“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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hqbaby · 9 months

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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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hqbaby · 9 months

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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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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?

masterlist — next

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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hqbaby · 8 months

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twenty-three — real talk

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. 1.6k content. swearing, mentions of hazing, mentions of sex

Suna barely remembers most of what happened at the party. It’s a real shame that what he does remember doesn’t look so good—and he definitely remembers what happened with Atsumu.

He avoided his friends all weekend in hopes of: a.) Atsumu forgetting everything he said, b.) possibly getting in a major car accident that renders him completely useless, or c.) postponing the aftermath until training on Tuesday. Try as he might, it seems like the third option is all he’s left with.

For the whole afternoon, Atsumu ignores the whole thing. He sets to Suna, hands him a water bottle, even tells him he played well. It’s like they’re nothing more than best buds, like everything is fine, good even.

“We need to talk.”

Of course all good things have to come to an end.

“Yeah, sure,” Suna says, trying to keep his cool as he follows Atsumu outside of the gym. They stop near the football field, empty save for a couple talking in the stands. “What’s up?”

Atsumu sits down on a bench and sighs. “I know.”

Suna takes the seat beside him and looks away, looks at the sky, the birds, the trees. Everything but Atsumu. “Know what?”

“About what happened between ya and Y/N.”

“Right,” Suna murmurs. “That.”

He feels like bolting. He’s never been one to stick around difficult situations. They just aren’t his thing. He’s pretty sure that’s why things ended up the way they did between the two of you.

“Did she tell you?”

His friend places his hands on the space behind him and leans back, staring straight up. “Yeah,” he says. “She told me that ya slept together. That it started before I even met her.”

Suna swallows thickly. “We stopped before you got together officially.”

“I know, she told me that too.” Atsumu looks at him. “Why’d ya do it?”

“Do what? Sleep with her?”

“No. Why’d you hide her like that? Make her feel like shit?”

The brunette shakes his head, turning to face Atsumu. “I didn’t mean to do—”

“But ya did,” he says firmly. “Everyone knows ya sleep around. For fuck’s sake, everyone sleeps around. What did it matter to ya if people knew about Y/N?”

Suna gapes, searching for the words. He slumps his shoulders and stares at his feet. “I don’t know.”

The twin gives him a knowing look. “But ya do know.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Ya really love her, don’t ya? Ya just got scared of yer feelings so ya kept her at arm’s length.”

He shakes his head furiously because no, that can’t be it. He’s just an asshole. An asshole who made you feel like you weren’t worthy of care or kindness or love. He’s just a selfish asshole. He never deserved you.

“Come on, Atsumu,” he says. “I don’t love her. You know that.”

Atsumu frowns at him. “Ya don’t need to lie, I already know.”

Suna doesn’t know if he wants to punch Atsumu, hug him, or cry into his shoulder. This is the guy you deserve. This is the guy you should be with. He can see that, everyone can see that. So why can’t he just accept it? Why can’t he just let you be happy?

“Ya need to leave her alone.”

What?

“What?”

“If ya really love her, ya need to leave her alone,” Atsumu says. His face is hard and serious. “Ya gotta let her be happy, Suna. She was never gonna be happy with ya.”

“You can’t just tell me to—”

“She loves me.”

It’s like a punch to the gut. A knife to the chest. A kick to the groin. It makes him ache all over. Atsumu would never lie, Suna knows this, it’s honestly one of the most annoying things about him. If he says you love him, you love him. He wouldn’t make that shit up.

“If ya really love her, leave her be,” Atsumu says. “Ya had yer chance, man.”

Suna clenches his fists. “Did you tell her?”

“Tell her what?”

“That I love her?”

He looks up to find the blond pursing his lips.

“I didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because ya already hurt her enough, Suna! Can’t ya see that?” The boy gets up and looks at him dead in the eye. “Don’t ever tell her ya love her. Don’t make her suffer more than she already has.”

Suna glares at him defiantly. He would stand too, but something in him says he shouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve to. “And what if I do?”

A strangled silence passes over the two of them. They’ve gotten in fights before, of course they have. They’ve known each other since highschool, there was bound to be tension eventually. But not like this. Never like this.

Atsumu’s cold eyes reach Suna’s. And he smiles.

“If ya ever hurt her again,” he says slowly, smile morphing into a snarl, “I’ll fuck ya up.”

You try to ignore it, the burning question in the back of your mind. It doesn’t matter, really. It shouldn’t bother you so much.

But it does.

“Fuck,” Yukie says, taking another slice of pizza and nudging the box towards you. “You should eat. Stress isn’t good for your stomach.”

You’re sitting on the hood of Kaori’s car, waiting outside the forest for the new recruits to finish their initiation. You always hated the whole hazing process, but what can you do? It’s tradition.

Kaori chews loudly. “What did Suna tell him exactly?”

“I don’t know!” You groan. “That’s the problem! I just know that he found out and Tooru said he didn’t tell him, so it must’ve been Rin, right?”

Your friends share a look.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Yukie says.

“Yeah, nothing,” Kaori says.

You roll your eyes, nudging Yukie with your shoe. “What?”

She glances over at Kaori who gives her an unconvinced nod. “It’s just.. you still call him Rin.”

“I what?”

“You call him Rin,” she repeats. “You know. Suna. You still call him by his first name.”

“Oh.” You hadn’t realized. “What’s the big deal though? So I call him Rin. It’s still his name.”

“The name you called him when he was fucking you,” Kaori reminds you. “I’m just saying, for someone who’s been in a committed relationship for a few months, you still seem pretty attached to your old fuckbuddy.”

You pull a face. “Don’t call him that.”

“See, that—that right there is problematic,” she says, pointing at you. “I thought you just said you love Atsumu.”

“I do love him,” you say stubbornly. “We’re good for each other.”

“And what about Suna?” Yukie chimes in. “Do you love him?”

You grab a slice of pizza and take a big bite. Your friends look at you like “seriously, dude?” as you hold a finger up, chewing the pizza and washing it down with soda.

“I love Atsumu.”

“Real convincing.”

“I do!”

“But. What. About. Suna?”

“Ri—Suna is irrelevant,” you say. “Not part of the conversation at all.”

“Well, he did tell your boyfriend something about the two of you,” Yukie points out. “I wouldn’t say he’s that irrelevant.”

You finish off your pizza, grimacing as you chew. What did he say? “Yeah. That’s really gonna bug me.”

If she’s being honest, Ayame started this whole thing with Suna because she was bored. Just like every other girl on campus, she thought he was hot and cool and absolutely perfect in the most terrible ways. She wanted something fun and exciting, so when he texted her the first time, she was ready to embark on the most loveless affair of her life.

She wanted to get railed. Plain and simple.

She absolutely did not expect to be involved in his whole lovelorn journey chasing after you, the impossible standard. Unlike most girls, Ayame doesn’t envy you. She doesn’t hate you either. She sees how boys chase after you, how they treat you like some object, how they turn you into a game for their own selfish desires.

She mostly feels bad for you, but she also admires the way you manage to get through it all. Most girls would fold under the pressure, but you don’t.

No wonder Suna—heartbreaker and universal one-night stand—is in love with you. Who wouldn’t be?

She stuck around because she felt sorry for him. She highly doubted that he’d ever get you and she was worried he’d crumble if she left him entirely alone. In highsight, she knows this was probably shitty reasoning.

Shitty enough to lead her to this messed up conversation she’s having.

“You want to date me?” Ayame asks, raising a brow. “Like be my… boyfriend?”

Suna nods, staring at her blankly from the other side of the table. “Yeah,” he says. “We’ve been hanging out for a while. It seems like a good idea.”

She wants to laugh. She really does. “By ‘hanging out,’ do you mean we fuck and you imagine I’m your crush?”

He glares. “I need to let her go,” he tries to reason. “She’s happy. She’s in love. I don’t—I’ll just fuck things up for her.”

“So you’re using me as a stand-in? Is that it?”

“Don’t be mad, I—”

“I’m not mad,” Ayame tells him. She really isn’t. “I just don’t think this is a good idea.”

He furrows his brows. “Why not?”

“Because!” She lets out an exasperated sigh. Boys are so dumb. “Your solution to letting Y/N go is getting in a relationship with someone you barely know—a relationship that you weren’t even ready for with the girl you literally love.”

“I know you,” Suna insists. He knows how silly he sounds. “Fuck. Do you wanna be my girlfriend or not? It’s a simple yes or no.”

Ayame groans. She really doesn’t have much of a choice now, does she? “Fine,” she says. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

He smiles at her. “Good,” he says. “Great.”

As he starts eating his dinner, looking a little better than he usually does, Ayame wonders how long it will take for his brilliant plan to backfire. She hopes she gets a few weeks at least.

What can she say? He’s a good fuck.

notes. hi. bye. lol.

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eleven — of course

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. 1.6k content. swearing, sex talk?

“Where are you going?”

You stop in your tracks, doorknob in one hand, keys in the other. Slowly, you turn around and find Suna watching you with a mix of both amusement and confusion.

“Morning,” you say.

“Morning,” he says back. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, you know. Places. To do stuff.”

“Stuff.”

“Yup.”

“Y/N.”

The floodgates open. “It’s Eri’s birthday today and I was in charge of getting her cake but I totally spaced and now I have to get it before they throw it out!”

He frowns. “That’s it?”

“I’m a bad friend,” you whine. “I’m a bad captain! I’m gonna get kicked off the team. I mean, I deserve it—”

He walks back to the bedroom. “I’ll drive you,” you hear him say. “I’m just putting on pants. Don’t even think about leaving without me!”

“Rin, you don’t have to!”

He walks out, zipping his jeans. “Fine, you drive then.” He tosses you the keys.

You catch them before they hit the ground and frown. “I-I don’t drive.”

“You’ve picked me up when I was too drunk to drive,” he reminds you. “Pretty sure you can.”

You walk out of his apartment and fidget with the car keys while he locks the door. As he leads the way to the parking garage of his building, you can’t help the awkward feeling that creeps over you. Your mind keeps shifting back to last night. The way he touched you. The softness of it all. His words.

“I only care about you.”

You kick yourself. Stop being weird, you think. It’s just Rin.

That’s the problem though isn’t it? It’s Rin.

Fuck.

You brushed it off last night, falling asleep without saying a word, but you knew that something had shifted. Something was different. That you weren’t just fucking. You were something.

He opens the door to the driver’s seat for you to slide in before heading over to the passenger side. Can’t think about this shit right now. Steeling yourself, you start the engine and back the car out of the parking slot.

“Thought you said you couldn’t drive,” he teases as you smoothly weave through the streets, occasionally checking your phone for directions.

You shrug, your head chanting: Be normal, act cool, don’t let him know how you feel.

“I said I didn’t,” you say, glancing over your side to wink at him. “I only drive manuals. Automatics are for babies.”

Fuck. Okay. Good job.

He scoffs in disbelief. “Such a snob,” he says. “Hot though. I’d give you a blowjob if I could.”

You roll your eyes. Be normal. Act cool. “Yeah, okay.”

When you get to the bakery, you’re all frantic and jittery, hoping and praying that they haven’t gotten rid of the cake yet. Luck is on your side when the woman manning the counter tells you that you’ve come just in time and passes the box over to you. You thank her excitedly, telling her how terrible you felt about forgetting it and chatting her ear off like she’s an old friend.

Suna is by your side the whole time. He’s been trying his best to keep himself together since he saw you by the door earlier. If he’s being honest, he was worried that you were planning on leaving without telling him. He crossed a line last night and he wouldn’t have been surprised if you decided you wanted nothing else to do with him.

“I only care about you.”

But that’s not who you are and he knows it. So he tries to keep his cool. Tries to act as calm as he can when you hand him a cup of coffee and a pastry, thanking him for letting you drive his car.

It hits him at that moment that he never wants to lose you. Standing there in the middle of the empty bakery, you beaming up at him with your hair still a mess, dressed in one of his hoodies and sweatpants, he realizes he doesn’t know what he would have done if he had woken up to find you gone. The thought alone terrifies him.

He has to take it back.

He knows he does.

He can’t let you get all tangled up in his feelings because he knows it will end with you slipping away. You don’t feel the same way about him, you don’t burn the way he does, and, if he doesn’t take it back, he’s going to lose you. And he can’t have that.

“Rin?” you ask as the two of you walk back outside. “Are you okay?”

He nods, helping you to the driver’s seat. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

The two of you sit in his car for a moment, eating your food and drinking your coffee. There’s something unspoken in the air, a tension that both of you don’t want to address but know that neither of you can live with it being unmentioned.

So you bite the bullet. What’s the worst that could happen anyway?

“Y/N.”

“Rin.”

You stare at each other, blinking.

“Oh, uh,” he clears his throat, “you can go first.”

“Oh!” You nod, trying to piece your thoughts together. “Right. So. Rin, about last night—”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You both turn to your window.

“Hey, best friend!” Oikawa greets as you roll your window down. He’s a little out of breath, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. Probably been out jogging. “Didn’t know you had a car—oh! Hi, Suna!”

Suna waves uncomfortably. “Hey.”

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Oh, yeah, uh, I had to pick up Eri’s cake,” you explain, trying to mask the panic in your voice. “For her birthday. Yeah.”

He hums happily. “That’s nice!” he says. “Where are you going now?”

“Oh, you know…” Your mind blanks.

“The dorms,” Suna supplies. “Y/N’s heading back to the dorms.”

Oikawa’s face lights up. “Mind if I hitch a ride?” he asks. “My phone’s out of juice and I can’t run without music.”

You try to say something, but you can feel your mouth go dry. This is going to be bad.

“Sure,” Suna says, voice is a little higher than usual. He’s clearly panicking too.

Your best friend grins. “Awesome,” he says as he gets in the backseat. “I can just get off at Y/N’s. It’s near my residence hall anyway.”

“C-cool,” you stutter, starting the car and trying your best to focus on driving.

Oikawa starts humming and pointing things out on the street. “That’s where Iwa and I got your birthday gift, Y/N.”

“Oh! That’s nice, Tooru.”

“That skateboard shop is cool.”

“It sure is.”

“Ooooh that place is on sale!”

“We should check it out soon.”

“Yeah, we should—holy shit! You guys fucked!”

The car jolts as you break at a red light. Your entire body is frozen, staring straight ahead as a mother and son cross the street. Your eyes flit over to your side to see Suna just as still as you are.

He tries to speak. “Oikawa, wait, let me explain—”

“Explain?!” the other boy shrieks, swatting Suna’s shoulders from behind. “You’re such a whore! I can understand Atsumu because he’s, well, kinda dumb… but you?!”

You find somewhere to pull over, wincing as Oikawa attempts to beat Suna up. “Tooru, stop!” you say when the car is parked, reaching over to grab his wrists. “Please. Just let me explain.”

He huffs and sits back in his seat, continuing to give Suna the stink eye.

“You okay?” you ask. You restrain yourself from reaching out to touch him, worried that would escalate the situation more.

“Yeah,” he tells you. “I’m fine.”

“Hello?! Are you gonna fuck in front of me?! Is that the explanation?!”

You groan. You love him, you really do, but sometimes Oikawa is just infuriating. “Not that it’s any of your business,” you hiss, turning around in your seat so you can face him, “but, yes. We fucked.”

“But why?!”

“We’ve been seeing each other for a year now.”

You swear his eyes are going to pop out of his head. “You what?!”

“Tooru, please don’t make a big deal out of this. I know you care about me, but this is—”

“It’s just sex.”

You look over at Suna. His arms are crossed over his chest, eyes looking at everything but you. “What?” you ask quietly. You wonder if you heard wrong.

He shrugs. “It’s just sex,” he repeats. Part of you thinks he doesn’t believe what he’s saying—but he says it anyway so what does it matter? “It doesn’t mean anything. You can stop worrying about it, Oikawa.”

You can’t bring yourself to say anything else, so you just drop back into your seat and start driving again. The two boys argue more about the semantics of it all, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You want to act normal—cool and unfazed, the girl you’ve always made yourself out to be. But you can’t do it. Not right now. Not when everything just feels so numb.

It’s just sex.

You weren’t lying when you said you wished you could read his mind. If you could, it probably would have saved you a whole lot of ache.

It doesn’t matter that you’ve liked Suna since the first year. It doesn’t matter that he’s the only boy you ever want to talk about. It doesn’t matter that you let him fuck you and keep you a secret just because it keeps you next to him. It doesn’t matter that he bought you a Winnie the Pooh toothbrush or has you saved on his phone as “the love of his life.” It doesn’t matter that he says your name when he fucks other girls. It doesn’t matter that he told you that you’re the only one he cares about.

It’s just sex.

Of course it is.

notes. hi team suna… sorry… the plot needed it… it had to be done… but like i said!! it’s not over ‘til it’s over!! whatever that means!! we’re not even halfway through so a lot of things can AND will still happen hihihi

if you haven’t seen the poll results from the last chapter, you can find them here!! we won’t be polling again for a while for… reasons that will become clear in the next chapters :D

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hqbaby · 8 months

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twenty-six — how much changed

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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Atsumu knows that something’s wrong. You’re in his car, on your way back to his and Osamu’s apartment after your weekend trip, and you’re completely silent for the whole ride. He wonders if you’re just spent after spending so much time around your friends. You love them, he knows, but he also knows they can be a little much sometimes.

When you get to his place—empty, what with Osamu having a last-minute “study session” with some cute girl from his food safety class—Atsumu realizes he can’t take the silence anymore. He has to say somethi—

“We need to talk.”

You’re standing in the middle of the living room, staring down at your hands as they fidget with the hem of your (his) sweater.

The mood is definitely off, but Atsumu can’t help but notice just how perfectly you seem to fit into his home. After your first month together, you started making your mark on the place. It started small, a few potted plants and a clock. Eventually, you coaxed the twins into storing their plates and cutlery in the kitchen. Soon, all the windows had curtains and every spot of the once-barren apartment seemed completely lived-in.

He knows that something’s wrong, but he also knows that this—the two of you are right.

How could anything possibly go wrong for something so right?

“What’s up, baby?” he says, walking up to you with a gentle smile, his hands falling to your hips. He kisses the top of your head. “Y’know ya can tell me anythin’, right?”

You’re still nervous. Your entire body is tense beneath his touch, your eyes shifty under his gaze. You look like you want to run away.

“Something happened,” you say quietly. “Yesterday. With Suna.”

Atsumu stiffens. He pulls his head back to get a good look at you, to see if you actually mean what you’re saying. “Happened?” He swallows thickly. “What happened?”

“It’s just… he said something.”

Okay. Fuck.

“What did he say?”

He knows he’ll regret asking. Whatever Suna said, it can’t be great. Not when it’s gotten you to this point, completely avoiding your boyfriend’s gaze, completely disconnected from this whole situation.

You take a step back as Atsumu’s grip on you falters. “He told me he loves me.”

And there it is. Of course he’d tell you that. The fucking asshole.

Atsumu laughs. Like actually laughs. Full belly laugh, his whole body thrown into it as he stalks away from you. He wheezes, ignoring the worried look you give him.

“‘Tsumu—”

“It’s fucking ridiculous!” he exclaims, all laughter suddenly coming to an end. “I fucking warned him. I told him! God, always knew Sunarin was a little fucked in the head. Never knew what was best for him.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean you told him?”

“I told him not to say that to you!” He’s mad. So fucking mad. “That he fucking loves you? For fuck’s sake, what did he expect?”

“Why would you tell him not to?”

He turns to look at you. Oh, you’re fucking mad too.

“Why does it matter?” he asks, his anger shifting from Suna to you. On a regular day, he would be completely mortified hearing how he’s speaking to you right now. But today isn’t a regular day. “What? Do ya love him too?”

You scowl. “That’s not the point!” you tell him. “You don’t get to decide what he does or doesn’t tell me!” You walk over to Atsumu, eyes now boring into his. “Why would you do that? Why would you tell him to do that?”

“Because I didn’t want ya to leave!”

You gape at his words. “You’re joking, right?”

He shakes his head. “No.” The admission makes him feel small and pathetic and oh my fucking god why won’t he stop talking. “Yer leaving now aren’t ya? Now that ya have a chance with him? That’s what yer doin’, right?”

Your face twists in disgust. The sight makes him want to disappear. You can’t look at him like that, you shouldn’t.

“Yeah, I’m leaving,” you say, pulling his sweater over your head and tossing it on the couch. You walk up to him and stare straight into his eyes, the anger just radiating off of you. “But let’s make one thing clear: I’m not leaving because of Suna, I’m leaving because you don’t trust me.”

You ignore the tears that slide down your cheek as you continue to step closer to Atsumu, his face a look of total disbelief. “If you really think I was going to leave you just because I had a chance with Suna, then you don’t know me at all.”

You storm out of the apartment and rush out of the building before he can even come after you. Maybe he doesn’t even try—you don’t know because you don’t look back. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

You don’t know where you’re going. You just know that you couldn’t stay. How could you?

“Y/N?”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

You stop, wiping the tears from your cheeks and shaking your head. “Nothing,” you say. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, Terushima.”

“Don’t believe you,” the boy says. He quickly waves goodbye to the people he’s hanging out with and gingerly grabs hold of your arm, leading you to sit on a bench nearby. “Let’s try again, shall we? Tell me what’s wrong.”

You fold over and put your head in your hands. “Everything’s fucked.”

He chuckles. “I’m gonna need a little more to work with, princess.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at the nickname. He’s not supposed to call you that anymore. After you and Atsumu got together, the basketball team essentially rioted. It ended with Terushima and your boyfriend having a “conversation” which resulted in a bunch of rules, one of which was that no one but Atsumu could call you “princess.”

“Everything I touch turns to shit,” you say. “I make everything wrong.”

Terushima hums. “What would happen if you touched actual shit though?” he asks, rubbing his chin inquisitively. “Would it turn into more shit? Would it get stinkier? Bigger?”

You can’t help but laugh. “Stop. Just let me feel bad in peace.”

“Well, I don’t know if you deserve to feel bad just yet,” he tells you. “So are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or what?”

You groan. Persistent as ever. Just as annoying too. “Suna told me he loves me,” you say, ignoring Terushima’s oh shiiiiiiiiiit and continuing, “and I just found out that Atsumu told him not to tell me. Because he was afraid I’d leave him.”

A beat. “Fuck,” he says, sighing. “Man, they’re really bad at this.”

“Tell me about it. I don’t fucking know what to do.”

“You could go with Suna,” Terushima says. “I mean, he loves you and all.”

You nod. “Yeah, sure. Did you know that he also fucked me and hid it for a year?”

“Seriously?”

“Yup.”

“Dude’s so bad at this.” He laughs. “Okay. Atsumu then. He just loves you and doesn’t want you to leave.”

“He doesn’t trust me,” you point out. “He yelled at me, asked me if I was going to leave now that I had Suna to run to.”

Terushima’s bending over in laughter now. “They’re both terrible!”

“Or maybe I am.”

“Nah,” he says. “You’re good. You’re just lying.”

You scoff. “About what?”

“About how you feel,” he tells you. When you look at him quizzically, he continues, “Why are you so bothered by Suna telling you that he loves you?”

Why does that matter? You frown. “Because he never told me before.”

“What would have happened if he told you before?”

“I would have known.”

“You’re just being stubborn now.”

You think you know where he’s getting at and, as much as you hate it, you can’t help but know there’s a truth to it.

“If Suna told me that he loved me before I met Atsumu,” you say slowly, “I guess I would have told him that I loved him too.”

Terushima nods, stretching out against the bench, his legs spreading wide as he yawns. “There’s your answer.”

You let out a groan. “That’s not my answer,” you tell him. “Atsumu changes things. I know he does.”

“Yeah,” he says. “But does he change enough?”

notes. idk bout you guys but i’m scared 🫠

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nine — fan favorite

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, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, use of pet names, mentions of vape, harassment

You don’t quite know how you got here, but it’s not like you’re complaining.

It’s a Saturday night and you’re outside a convenience store watching Hinata try (keyword: try) to balance himself on the edge of the sidewalk while you, the rest of the volleyball team, and some of your teammates cheer him on. You’re on Atsumu’s shoulders, constantly reminding him not to drop you “or else” as you and Yukie scream the school chant at the top of your lungs.

An elderly woman walks out of the store and you catch her eye as she passes by. She offers you a kind smile and you can’t help but smile back, all teeth and no care in the world. You wonder if she has similar memories from her college days.

You hope she does. You hope everyone does.

You’re on top of the world—both literally and figuratively. You don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re with your friends (or the copious amounts of alcohol you’ve all just downed, or the weed that you’ve been passing around), but everything seems perfect right now. Like nothing in the world can stop you.

Until, of course, something does.

“I need to pee,” you say, tapping Atsumu’s head. “Let me down please.”

He nods and crouches so you can hop off his shoulders. “Ya need me to come with ya?”

You giggle, already linking your arm with Kaori’s. “No thanks,” you tell him. “Toilet time is girl time.”

He rolls his eyes playfully and waves as the two of you stumble over to the restrooms at the back of the store.

“Where’s she going?” Suna asks him, steadying himself on Atsumu’s shoulder when he stumbles a little. He was the repeated victim of the drinking games you all played earlier and even his (extremely) high tolerance to alcohol proved to be worthless in the face of Jenga.

Atsumu laughs a little at his friend, grabbing him by the shoulder to keep him upright. “Restroom,” he says. “Ya okay there, bud?”

Suna waves him off and hushes him. “Not now,” he says, then, “I need water.”

The other boy grins and props him up against Aran. “I’ll get ya some water. Be right back.” When the others hear him speak, they start asking for water too.. and soda and chips and candy. Before long, Atsumu—the designated sober friend—has a whole grocery list of things he needs to get, making him groan as he goes into the store to get everything.

On the other side of the store, you step out of the restroom and make sure Kaori’s okay before you let her in and close the door behind her. Feeling your head grow a little light, you lean on the brick walls of the building and close your eyes. What a nice night, you think to yourself.

“Hey, princess.”

You grimace. Spoke too soon. Peeling your eyes open, you find two boys standing in front of you. You know exactly who they are.

“Terushima,” you say coldly. “What do you want?”

The boy licks his lips, piercing glimmering in the moonlight. “What makes you think I want anything?” he asks in a teasing tone. “I can’t just say hi to a pretty girl?”

You cross your arms over your chest, ignoring the woozy feeling that’s starting to take over your head. Your eyes dart between Terushima and his friend Bobata. On a regular day, you would’ve gladly decked the two of them—it wouldn’t be the first time. But right now, you just feel sick. “Fuck off.”

Terushima steps forward, a hand coming to either side of your head. “Come on, princess,” he says. His face is so close to yours you can smell the vape on his breath. Vanilla. Basic bitch. “Don’t you wanna have some fun?”

You hear the door to the restroom open.

“What the fuck’s going on here?” Kaori demands, but before she can say another word, Bobata grabs her wrist. “Don’t touch me!”

“Hey!” you exclaim. Fuck your head, no one grabs your friend like that. You try to free yourself from Terushima to no avail, he’s already gripping your shoulders. “Let go, asshole.”

He smirks. “Come on, Y/N, stop being so difficult. We’re just having fun—”

You blink. Terushima moves away from you, staggering and clutching his cheek.

“Beat it, you lame fucks.”

You feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. It’s familiar.

Rin.

Holding his hands up in surrender, Terushima backs away and nods his head for Bobata to follow. His friend lets go of Kaori and they walk away.

“See you next time, princess.” He winks at you as they disappear behind the side of the building. “You too, Suna!”

“Pricks!” you yell after them.

You feel your body give, Suna catching you just in time to keep you from falling. It takes you a moment to realize that you were afraid. Those idiots scared you. For good reason, but still. You clench your fists. Assholes.

“Are you okay?” Suna’s voice is gentle against your ear. “Did he do anything?”

You feel yourself relax in his arms. “Just Terushima being Terushima,” you tell him. Your eyes immediately go to Kaori, moving out of Suna’s hold and taking her hands in yours. “Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you say. “I should’ve told you not to come out.”

She shakes her head and narrows her eyes at you. “And leave you alone with them? No way.” She looks over her shoulder and nods at Suna. “Thanks.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t mention it,” he says. “Come on. Let’s get back to the others.”

He keeps his eyes on you as you make your way back. It must be all the adrenaline, but he feels completely sober now. And extremely concerned. What would have happened if he hadn't shown up when he did? The thought makes him want to hurl.

When you’re back with the group, he explains what happened. The mood is dampened and everyone is either angry or worried or both. Atsumu most of all.

He’s at your side at once, asking you if you’re okay and if you need anything.

“I’m fine,” you reassure him. “They do this all the time.”

“That doesn’t make it any better,” Oikawa cuts in angrily. “They never fucking learn, do they? That fucking fan club. Jerks.”

Hinata frowns. “Fan club?”

“A bunch of sick guys on the basketball team,” you explain, clutching your head. If it would just stop pounding, you would be so grateful. But it doesn’t. “I turned one of them down in freshman year and they’ve made it some kind of game to try and get with me.”

“What?” Atsumu is horrified. “So they just do this shit and get away with it?”

You smile bitterly. “I’m used to it,” you say, staring at the concrete. When you’re met with complete silence, you look up and find everyone gaping at you. You recoil. Alcohol makes you talk too much. “I’m fine though!” you insist. “They never do anything anyway. They’re just annoying. I usually just kick them in the nuts and leave.”

Atsumu isn’t having it. “Y/N—”

You put your hand on his mouth. “I don’t wanna talk about it anymore,” you tell him. “Please.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment. You know he means well, you really do. But you’re used to this crap. Having to talk about it with a bunch of your friends just makes you feel worse and you’d rather not do that if you can help it.

He gives you a reluctant nod and you pull your hand away. “Do ya want anythin’ though?”

You avoid everyone else’s eyes. “I kinda just wanna go home.”

“We can do that,” he says, a small smile on his lips because at least he gets to do something. “C’mon, I’ll get ya back to yer dorm.”

Suna watches from the sidelines as Atsumu plays the role of knight in shining armor, letting you ride his back and helping you say goodbye to all your friends before driving you home.

Somewhere in his alcohol-ridden brain, he wishes it was him who got to do that. Him who could be there for you when you need someone. Instead, he just watches you go, holding his bruising knuckles as you leave.

You wake up the next day in Atsumu’s bed. As much as you wanted to act all tough and cool after what happened last night, Kiyoko had gone home for the weekend and you really didn’t want to be alone in your dorm room. So you asked Atsumu if you could stay with him for the night and, of course, he was more than happy to oblige.

Your eyes are glued to the ceiling, worried that if you move, your hangover will come to bite you in the ass. You feel Atsumu’s arm on top of your stomach, his steady breathing at your side. You know you should be happy to have someone like this, to know he’s right there when you need him. But your mind can’t seem to focus on him. It’s too busy being stuck on something else.

Well, someone else.

Rin.

He didn’t say a word to you after you got back to the rest of the group, but you could feel his gaze. You know he didn’t take his eyes off of you the entire time.

As much as you’ve wanted to, you haven’t been able to spend that much time with him these past few weeks. You only ever see him when you’re with the volleyball team or with his and Atsumu’s friends. The two of you haven’t been alone in a while—it feels like forever since he last touched you the way only he can.

“Hey.” Atsumu’s voice breaks you from your thoughts.

You smile at him. “Hey.”

He yawns and stretches to the side. “Wanna get some breakfast?”

“Sure.”

The two of you take turns using the bathroom before heading out to the kitchen where Osamu is waiting with two plates of bacon, eggs, and toast. He has a self-satisfied grin on his face.

“My two drunkards!” he greets, loudly. “Need a bucket for yer troubles?”

Atsumu hushes him. “I barely even drank," he says. "For Y/N's sake, shut up."

“I love ya, Y/N, but no. I made ya breakfast, so I can do anythin’ I want.”

You give him the finger and he guffaws.

The two of them bicker as you sit down at the counter and start eating your food. You stare out their curtainless window and chew, mind already drifting.

Rin.

You pull out your phone from the pocket of Atsumu’s hoodie that you’re wearing and find a message waiting for you.

rin: u good?

You try to keep yourself from grinning.

you: just peachy

rin: good for u

rin: i’ve been throwing up all morning

you: take some meds u big baby

rin: don’t have any

you: i can get u some

rin: lmao how

“Y/N, do ya want ice cream?” Atsumu asks, opening the fridge and fishing out a carton.

“That’s mine!” Osamu yells at him, making you wince. He turns to you apologetically and says, “Sorry, Y/N,” before going back to berate his brother. “Stop eatin’ it, ya pig!”

You look back at your phone, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Deep breath.

you: i’ll go to u duh

you: i can hang w u today

rin: is atsumu busy or smtg?

you: nah

you: just wanna spend time with u

You watch as three dots appear, then disappear. Then appear again. Then disappear. Then finally—

rin: cool

notes. this chapter should be named “reader is also bad with feelings” because that’s just where we are rn. also idk why terushima just gives me basketball player vibes like :”) he just has the personality yk?? anyway!! it absolutely makes me warm and fuzzy reading all your comments and tags, i appreciate you all!! sending everyone all the love 🩷

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sixteen — this is real

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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him: wanna come over tonight?

y/n the love of my life: sorry!! got plans

Suna can’t help the frown that takes over his features as he stares at your message. It’s not a big deal. You’ve turned him down before, this isn’t anything special. In fact, this is completely normal. Did he really expect you to drop everything going on in your life for him? Of course not.

Logic doesn’t stop it from bothering him though. The truth is that he hasn’t been alone with you since you left him that one night. Sure, he sees you around friends but you never really talk because you’re not supposed to be this close. Sure, it’s only been four days since that night but still. It unsettles him, it makes him feel like he doesn’t know where the two of you stand.

“Sorry, Bo, I got plans with Y/N tonight.”

Suna’s head shoots up to find Atsumu grinning at their teammate. What?

Bokuto waves it off. “No biggie, bro!” he says. “Say hi to her for me.”

“Will do.” Atsumu closes his locker and turns to look at Suna. “Ya good, man?”

So he’s your “plans,” Suna thinks. It makes him want to hurl. He hates it.

“Yeah,” he manages to say, already sprinting out of the locker room. “I’m fine.”

He’s not fine. He feels like he’s burning from inside out at the thought of you ditching him for Atsumu. Fucking Atsumu. Don’t you know that he used to cry after science exams? That he had to take his driving test four times? That he and Osamu once spent an entire week finishing a 10,000 piece puzzle while everyone else thought they had died?

Suna slams his head on his steering wheel. It doesn’t matter if you know any of that. All that matters is that you’re choosing Atsumu. Instead of him.

He pulls his phone out and starts typing a message to some girl who gave him her number at a party. She wouldn’t say no to him. He knows she wouldn’t. And that’s why he can’t bring himself to send the message, why he throws his phone on the passenger seat and drives back home instead of doing anything stupid.

Kiyoko reaches her leg out and pokes you with her toe. “What’s up with you?”

You glance up from the lab report you’re working on, bemused. “With me?” you ask. “Not much, dude. What about you?”

She gives you a knowing look. “You’re so full of shit.”

“Am not!”

“You’re withholding gossip!” she accuses, grinning as she points a finger at you. “Come on! I need to know what’s going on!”

You put your laptop away. “Nothing’s going on!” you tell her, but there’s a smile in your voice that says otherwise. “Well, nothing too crazy at least.”

“Tell me!”

You start laughing as your roommate hops onto your bed, grabbing one of your pillows while she looks at you eagerly. “It’s really nothing,” you say. “‘Tsumu just kinda sorta… asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are,” she says. “Because if he actually did that, you wouldn’t be seeing him tonight.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because you said no to him. You’re nice, you don’t string guys along after you turn them down.”

You stare at her. She stares at you. You stare at her. She cocks her head to the side. You give a small nod.

“Holy shit!” she exclaims. “You said yes?!”

“Not yet!”

“Yet?!”

You’re laughing as she tries to tackle you. “Dude, chill!” you say. “We don’t know what’s gonna happen!”

She shakes her head, hands on your shoulders as she rattles you around. “You have to tell me,” she says, leaning close enough to make her already-wide eyes look wider, “do you love him?”

“I don’t know!” you say, pushing her away.

You furrow your brows at the words that fall out of your mouth. You were supposed to say no. Why didn’t you say no?

“You don’t know?”

“Are you using me as an excuse to avoid your homework?” you ask in an attempt to change the subject.

“Doesn’t matter!” she says. “Wait. What about Suna?”

You wince.

The truth is that you don’t know what’s going to happen with Suna. You’ve been avoiding him ever since the night that you decided not to stay over. You still see him when you hang out with his friends and go visit his team, but you never talk to him, sticking to your usual polite-but-not-close relationship in public.

It’s been eating you alive and you don’t really know why. You’re going to have to talk to him eventually, about Atsumu, about everything. It shouldn’t be a big deal, but for some reason, it feels like it is. Why?

“If I say yes to Atsumu,” you say carefully, “I guess things with Rin will be over.”

It hits you as soon as you say it.

Over.

It seems so final, so unnecessary. Surely, there’s a better way to do this. This can’t be it.

Kiyoko looks thoughtful, like she’s considering her words very carefully. Then, she asks, “How do you feel about that? You know, ending things with Suna.”

You shrug. This time you know you mean it when you say, “I don’t know.”

You’re sitting in Atsumu’s car with your head leaned against the window. You haven’t planned anything special tonight, just eating take-out and driving around. Normally, you’d be talking each other’s ears off, but you can’t seem to focus right now.

Ever since your talk with Kiyoko that afternoon, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about Suna. It bugs you more than you know it should and that only makes it worse.

“Yer quiet tonight,” Atsumu says. His voice isn’t accusatory or harsh, like he’s just making an observation. “Somethin’ botherin’ ya?”

You chew your bottom lip and fiddle with the straw of your drink. “Yeah. Just a little.”

He hums. “Do ya wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you tell him quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothin’ to apologize for,” Atsumu says, glancing over to give you a reassuring smile. He finds a spot near the lake on campus and parks nearby. “We can talk about anythin’ ya want. Or not. We can just sit here and eat. That’s okay too.”

He turns the engine off and rolls the windows down, the autumn air drifting in. There are a few other people in the area, groups of friends daring each other to dive into the lake and couples talking or getting into arguments. It’s a night like any other and, as you sit there eating and listening to the playlist you and Atsumu put together, you know you wouldn’t mind spending more of your time like this.

“Have you ever had to let something go?”

The question just falls out of you. It fills the gaps in the air like it was always meant to be there. Like it was something you were always meant to ask.

“Anythin’ in particular?” he asks, taking a sip of his drink.

You look out the window and see a girl, soaked to the bone, walk out of the lake before chasing after her friends.

“A person,” you say, “after you realized that you wanted different things.”

“Yer not talkin’ ‘bout me are ya?” His tone is teasing.

You shake your head and smile at him. “No.”

You catch the way he looks at you. His gaze is soft and warm and kind. It makes you feel like you’re all that matters to him at this moment. Like the rest of the world is just static.

The only other person who ever looked at you that way was Suna and he only noticed when he was inside you in one way or another.

It feels different when Atsumu does it. It makes you feel like you matter just by existing.

“So,” you say, trying to stop yourself from focusing too much on the look on his face, “have you ever had to let someone go?”

He considers your question for a moment. “I have,” he tells you. “‘Samu actually.”

That catches you off-guard. The twins are absolutely inseparable, as far as you know. “‘Samu?”

“Yeah.” He nods, getting into it now. “In highschool I thought that we were gonna do volleyball together forever. I couldn’t imagine a world where I’d have to go at it without ‘im, but that’s what happened.

“I was so mad.” He chuckles, clearly recalling a fond—or maybe not so fond—memory. “We got in a big fight and… it wasn’t pretty.”

You nod along, the story distracting you from any thoughts of Suna. “What happened?”

Atsumu sighs. “I had to get used to it,” he tells you. “We had different dreams and it wasn’t right that I pushed mine on ‘im. It wasn’t ‘Samu’s job to change and I wasn’t bein’ fair to either of us by thinking he would.”

He offers you a smile, all boyish and a little shy. He knows the vulnerability should irk him, but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when he’s talking to you. Not when you’re looking at him all nice and understanding and so fucking gorgeous.

You lean over the console and kiss him. It’s short and sweet but it means everything to the two of you.This is real, you tell yourself. You don’t know much else but you know that this—you and Atsumu and all the little spaces in between, this—is as real as you’re going to get.

notes. THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM *mic drops and runs for the hills*

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seven — kinda nice

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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“Don’t,” Yukie says, holding a hand up as if to stop you from speaking.

You frown. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but you were going to.” She keeps her head down, focused on her notes. “You were going to talk about wanting to drop out again.”

“I was not.”

“Were too.”

“Was not.”

Yachi hushes you. “Are we studying or not?”

You point an accusatory finger at Yukie. “She started it!”

“Y/N, I love you, but can you just please focus,” Kiyoko joins in, looking at you desperately. “Your next exam’s worth 40% of your grade.”

You cross your arms and lean back against your seat. Like a stubborn child. “I know that,” you say. Although you were pretty sure it was only 30%. Maybe you actually should have been studying. You shake your head at the thought, then, “Can I have my phone now?”

“No!” they all say in unison.

“But what if ‘Tsumu texted?”

Yachi groans. “That’s exactly why you can’t have your phone,” she tells you. “You get way too distracted.”

“I do not.”

“Do too!”

“Oh my fucking god!” Kiyoko exclaims. She stands up and marches over to the corner of the room, furiously opening a drawer then slamming it shut. When she gets back to the table, she slides your phone over to you. “Just be quiet.”

“Okay,” you whisper, grinning as you take your phone to check it.

tsumu: u better be studying

You scream, hurling your phone across the room. The three girls look at you in disbelief as you offer them a guilty smile. “Sorry.”

The summer semester rolls away unceremoniously. You spend two weeks hunched over your desk, finishing papers and preparing for your final exams, getting an average of three hours of sleep every night. You run on nothing but coffee and instant noodles, only leaving your room to study in a different setting with your friends who are suffering too.

When you finally pass your last exam—your professor only nodding to acknowledge your existence—a wave of relief washes over you. The war has been fought. The battle is won. And you’re absolutely exhausted.

“I’m gonna sleep forever,” you say excitedly, digging into the salmon bento Atsumu brought you. “Fuck me, this is good.”

“I’ll tell ‘Samu ya like it,” he says, eating his own with gusto. “Ya can say no, but d’ya wanna come to my place tonight? We can watch movies and eat and sleep.”

You nod your head vigorously. “I’d like that,” you tell him. “I’d like that a lot.”

He smiles. “Good.”

Things between the two of you have been going well. You’ve been hanging out for more than two months now and you surprisingly feel no urge to bolt just yet. He’s a good friend and a good person, you like spending time with him. You’ve even started getting close with his friends and the rest of the volleyball team—much to Oikawa’s dismay.

It’s even given you a reason to see Suna more, which is always nice. You’ve learned that he’s pretty much the same person when he’s around his friends. Quieter, maybe, and a little colder towards you (because you aren’t supposed to be close), but still the same Suna that you’re used to. It’s been interesting getting to know him this way. You don’t mind it at all.

Everything’s been good. You’re having a lot of fun.

Atsumu drops you off at your residence hall after lunch, promising to pick you up later. You give him a kiss and thank him before sending him on his way.

Your room is empty when you get there. Kiyoko’s probably out with Tanaka, you think as you flop onto your bed. The blankets are warm and soft and freshly washed thanks to your roommate who freaked out when you told her you hadn’t washed them in weeks.

You’ll have to get up eventually. Take a proper shower and put on something comfortable. Pack a bag for Atsumu’s place. Maybe grab a cup of coffee. But, for now, you set an alarm and let yourself sleep.

You deserve it.

The twins’ apartment isn’t what you expect at all. You’ve been to other boys’ places before and they all have a recurring theme—Suna with his dirty socks by the door, Oikawa with his hoard of unreturned clothes with price tags still on them, Iwaizumi with his giant Godzilla stuffed toy that he never acknowledges (which you should never acknowledge either)—you thought you’d find something similar in Atsumu and Osamu’s place.

But no.

All you’re met with is a barren wasteland. A living room with nothing but a plain couch and a television. A kitchen with no plates or cups or cutlery. An entryway with no shoes, no mat, no coat rack. Empty. Completely devoid of any signs of life.

“Did you get robbed?” you can’t help yourself from asking.

Atsumu lets out the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard. “It’s not that bad!”

“‘Tsumu.” Your wide gaze meets his. “Do you need money?”

He rolls his eyes at your theatrics. “C’mon,” he says, leading you to what you assume is his room. “Stop starin’ at my kitchen.”

“No, but, ‘Tsumu, seriously. There aren’t any curtains—”

When he opens the door, you’re met with, well, a regular room. A little messy, but bursting with life. The complete opposite of the rest of the apartment.

“What?”

He leads you inside and closes the door behind him. “People get a little rowdy when we throw parties here,” he explains, “So we keep all the common areas clear of anythin’ they might break or steal.”

“Ohhh,” you say, everything clicking into place. “I get it now… I think.”

After the initial shock of his apartment wears off, you realize that you’re standing in his room and decide to look around. Now, this makes more sense.

His bed has been made, albeit a little hastily, and he’s obviously shoved a bunch of clutter under the frame. He has shelves, mostly empty, save for a few textbooks and a volleyball signed by someone Oikawa would probably scream about if he knew. His desk is the tidiest part of the room, with nothing but his laptop and a stack of notebooks to the side. It makes you smile thinking about what he might look like when he’s sitting there and doing his homework.

He picks his laptop up and hops onto his bed, patting the space beside him for you to sit down. “C’mon,” he says, pulling out a bunch of snacks from his bag. “I promised ya a movie.”

You take your place beside him, letting him put his arm around you as you snuggle into his side. “And sleep,” you say, opening a pack of sour gummy worms. “You promised sleep.”

“‘Course.” He smiles, opening his laptop and going to Netflix. “So, what d’ya wanna watch?”

You settle on a romcom—10 Things I Hate About You—and you do exactly what Atsumu said you’d do. You watch and eat and drift in and out of sleep. It’s nice having him beside you, feeling his chest rise and fall with his breath. It makes you feel safe.

When the movie ends, you decide it’s still too early for dinner, so you put on something else. This time, Atsumu picks. A horror film. The Cabin in the Woods.

As the characters on screen scream, you and Atsumu find yourselves in a rather heated makeout session. You’re straddling him, holding yourself up with both your hands on his shoulders. His legs are bent to keep you closer to him, his arms wrapped around you, hands going dangerously low.

He pulls away from your lips and starts kissing down your neck, occasionally stopping to suck at the vulnerable skin. You throw your head back and whimper, unable to bring yourself to complain about the marks he’s leaving. It just feels so good.

Without even realizing it, your hips start to grind against him, searching for some relief for the growing heat in your stomach. It’s only when you feel just how hard he is underneath his sweatpants that you come to your senses.

You look down to see him kissing your collarbone, eyes blown as he looks at you.

“Do ya wanna—”

“Yes.”

A smirk falls over his lips as he moves his mouth away from you and closes his laptop, pulling your t-shirt over your head. His hand slips behind you and unhooks your bra with practiced ease, yanking it off and tossing it to the side. He descends on your breasts, holding each with one hand, licking one nipple and playing with the other with his thumb.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, kissing the soft flesh. Then, he’s undressing you again, this time pulling down your bottoms, leaving you completely naked on top of him. He runs his large hands over your body. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

“Not fair,” you whine, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “You’re still dressed.”

Atsumu laughs at that. “Yer impatient, huh?” He cranes his neck to kiss you. “Gotta learn to wait, baby.”

Despite his words, he gets rid of his clothes anyway, helping you off of him so that he can remove his jeans and boxers. He stands at the side of the bed, rolling his clothes into a ball, his cock on full display.

You feel yourself swallow. He’s big.

“Like what ya see?” he asks when he catches you staring.

Instead of answering him, you crawl over to the edge of the bed and take him in your hands, pumping his cock before licking the tip and wrapping your lips around it. He groans. You move your mouth up and down, using your hands to rub the parts you can’t fit. Pulling back, you swirl your tongue over the tip before moving down again.

He watches as you work, trying to memorize the way you look right now. It’s an unholy sight—you stark naked, your head bobbing up and down, sucking him off like nothing in the world matters. He could die right then and there and he’d be a happy man.

“Fuck, Y/N, yer gonna make me come,” he says before pulling your head away. You stare at him with a raised brow and he adds, “I wanna fuck ya first.”

You grin, moving aside for him to sit on the mattress before you straddle him again. “‘Tsumu,” you moan as you slide your cunt over his length. “Want you to fuck me.”

He reaches for your core and touches your clit, listening to your reactions to see what you like, dipping a finger into you and bending it until he hits the right spot. Soon, you’re nothing more than a moaning mess slumped over his shoulder.

“Ya close?” he asks, nipping at the skin near your ear.

You nod wordlessly, whimpers pouring out of your lips.

“Come for me, then.”

Your orgasm hits you like a train. It crashes into you as you stop grinding against Atsumu, your body wracked with pleasure. You hold onto him as he whispers praises into your ear.

“Did so good, baby,” he tells you, a soothing hand coming up to rub your back. “Still want me to fuck ya?”

You nod, coming down from your high.

“I need ya to say it, baby.”

“P-please fuck me, ‘Tsumu,” you say. “Please.”

He smirks. “Yer so polite,” he says, reaching over to a drawer on his bedside table and pulling out a condom. He rips the package open and slides the latex down his cock. You gulp, reminded of just how big he actually is. “Yer such a good girl. Think ya can ride me, huh, good girl?”

You move your head mindlessly, practically drooling at the sight of him. “Yes, ‘Tsumu.”

“Go ahead then.” He nods. “Ride me.”

You lift your hips a little and take his cock in your hands. He hisses at the contact. Slowly, you line him up with your core and sink down onto him. Your eyes close at the feeling of him filling you up. When you’ve taken all of him, he gives you a moment to get settled. Then, you lift yourself up then fall back down again. The sound of slapping skin fills the room as the two of you moan at the feeling.

You do it slowly a few more times before you're bouncing on his cock, slamming yourself down again and again. You feel so full. “Feel so good, ‘Tsumu!” You moan. “So fucking good!”

His hands come up to cup your ass, fingers wrapping around the expanse of flesh. He halts your movements before drilling up into you, hard and fast. He watches as you throw your head back and your hands come up to hair.

“Yer so hot,” he says, pressing his face into your chest as he continues to thrust. “Takin’ me so well. So tight, baby.”

You can feel your second orgasm approaching. “I’m close, ‘Tsumu.”

“Let go, baby,” he tells you, voice straining slightly. He’s close too. It’s hard not to be when your pussy is gripping onto him that way, all warm and tight. “Let go for me, yeah? Like the good girl y’are.”

You let your high hit you again, hands scrambling to grab onto his shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin, scratching the flesh as he continues to move. “Fuck, ‘Tsumu!” Feeling his grip on you loosen, you start bouncing to meet his thrusts. “Come for me, baby.”

“Can I come on yer tits?”

You almost laugh at how meek the question sounds compared to everything else he’s said. “‘Course, baby.”

You get off of him and let your knees fall to the bed. You lean down and press your chest to his groin, slipping off the rubber and pumping his cock. Your eyes stay on him as you move. He looks absolutely divine.

In the darkness of his room, his blond hair catches a hint of light and shimmers above his head like a halo. He stares at you through his hazy gaze, the picture of a fallen angel.

Then, he throws his head back and cum shoots onto your skin. You keep moving until he puts his hand on your arm and pulls you up to kiss him. Your lips melt onto his. The kiss is nice and slow, the two of you holding onto each other as your heartbeats begin to level.

He pulls away first, grinning that boyish grin of his.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” you say.

“Are ya hungry now?”

“Starved.”

“Let’s see if ‘Samu’s home. Get ‘im to make us dinner.”

“I hope he isn’t.” You wince. “We were kinda… loud.”

Atsumu shrugs. “Oh well.”

You hit his arm playfully as the two of you start laughing.

He gets dressed and helps you get cleaned up, grabbing a damp towel from his bathroom and placing himself between your legs. “Sorry, sorry!” he says when you hiss as he wipes you down. “Still learning.”

“It’s okay.” You smile at him, endeared by his concern. “Just a little sensitive.”

When he’s done, he gives you one of his shirts (a jersey from his highschool team) and a pair of boxers to change into. There’s something so careful about the way he moves. Like he doesn’t want to scare you away. As you watch him go around his room—asking what you want, asking you if you’re sure you’re okay, insisting you at least drink some water—you feel your heart swell a little. It all just feels so… nice.

In fact, you’re so swept up in Atsumu that you don’t even see your phone light up in the darkness of the room. A text message just waiting for your reply.

rin: u wanna have dinner?

notes. atsumu babes hi <3 i have not forgotten about you <3 anyway!! before the plot continues plotting, lmk what team you guys are on ;)

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eight — sorry, my bad

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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“Ouch,” Hinata says, stopping behind Atsumu. “Man, that must hurt.”

The blond looks over his shoulder, shirt in hand. “What’re ya talkin’ ‘bout?”

They’re in the locker room, getting showered and dressed after a day of long and gruesome training. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Bokuto hadn’t shown up late and drunk, causing his team to lose the scrimmage and pissing Sakusa off. There was a bit of a squabble after that, but they managed to get it together in time for the next match.

“He’s talkin’ ‘bout yer back,” Aran snickers. “Rough night?”

Atsumu squints, trying to understand what they mean by that. Then it hits him. “Oh,” he says, eyes growing wide. “That.”

Yaku comes up behind him to see what the other boys are talking about. “Holy shit! Y/N did that?”

A few lockers over, Suna freezes at the sound of your name.

“Hey!” Oikawa’s piercing voice cuts through everyone's chatter as he marches his way over to the other setter. “Quit talking about my best friend with these jerks.”

“I’m not!” Atsumu throws his hands up innocently. “Blame Hinata. He’s the one that pointed it out.”

The other boy pulls a face as Oikawa turns to look at him with a fire in his eyes. “I was just worried about Atsumu!” he insists, backing away slightly. “I mean, come on. Look at what she did to him!”

Your best friend scowls but looks at Atsumu anyway. He stops in his tracks when he sees it—sees them, all his previous anger washed away. Oh fuck, he thinks. The poor guy.

“Atsumu, I am so so so so so so sorry,” he says, ignoring the freaked out look the other boy has on his face at Oikawa’s sudden change in demeanor. “She’s a demon, I’m telling you. Satan’s spawn. I’ve been telling her mother since we were twelve that her real daughter must’ve been kidnapped and replaced by a monster because…”

Suna sees the marks on Atsumu’s back. Clearly yours. He knows because he’s been blessed with the same ones on several occasions and teased by his teammates about them to no end. Of course they never knew they were yours. No one knew.

He looks straight ahead at the open locker in front of him, quietly putting on his shirt and taking his bag out.

This shouldn’t bother him. It doesn’t, he tells himself. It really doesn’t. You’ve slept with other guys before, he knows that. You’re allowed to. It’s not like he can stop you. It doesn’t matter, none of it does, not when you come back to him at the end of the day. Not when he gets to hold you long after those other guys are gone. Not when you always choose him.

He slams his locker shut and pops his earbuds in, waving at the boys who say goodbye to him as he leaves.

That’s probably why you were busy last night. Why you didn’t read his message as soon as he sent it, like you usually do. Why you texted him back with a slew of apologies at 1 AM. It was all because, last night, you chose Atsumu instead of him.

Of course you did.

He feels pathetic. What did he expect was going to happen when you started seeing one of his best friends? Atsumu doesn’t hide you the way he does. He deserves more from you than Suna ever will.

He pulls his phone out and shoots a text.

Fuck, he really hates himself right now.

“Explain.”

You perk up at the sound of Kaori’s voice, smiling as she approaches you on the bench. “Explain what?” you ask sweetly. “Love your hair today, by the way.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “Yeah, yeah. Cut the crap.” She gestures at the three marks on your neck, there are two small ones that you would've gotten away with if not for the giant one beside them. “What are those?”

You keep smiling. “Curling iron, curling iron, allergic reaction,” you say, pointing at each one as you assign their causes. “Sucks to be me, I know.”

“Y/N.”

“Kaori, I love you.”

She groans. “What happened to ‘no marks’?”

“Well, this was the first time with this guy,” you say sheepishly. “Didn’t exactly tell him the rules.”

“First time?” Kaori raises a brow. “Was it…”

“Yeah…”

“Oh fuck!” she exclaims. “Okay! What the fuck? And you didn’t tell us?”

“I’m telling you now, aren’t I?”

Yukie comes up to the two of you, drawn into the conversation by your screaming. “What is it?” she asks. “What’s going on?”

“She slept with Atsumu!”

“What? And you didn’t tell us?”

You pout and put your face in your hands. “Oh my god, could you be any louder?” you say. There are a few other girls in the room, but it’s not like they don’t know about you and Atsumu at this point. And you know more about their sex lives than you probably should anyway, so it all evens out. But still.

“Dude,” Kaori says, kneeling down in front of you and forcing you to look at her. She opens her hands in front of her and makes her palms face each other, holding them an inch apart. “Tell me when to stop,” she tells you, slowly moving her hands away from one another. She pauses when they’re four inches apart. “Bigger?”

You nod, feeling your face heat up as she continues moving her hands. She stops again. You wince. “Bigger.” With wide eyes, she increases the distance between her hands until you say, “Stop.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

Yukie gapes, staring at just how far apart your other friend’s hands are. “What the fuck.”

Kaori drops her hands and bows down in front of you, Yukie following suit. “You’re my new god, Y/N,” she says. “Fucking beast, I’m telling you.”

You roll your eyes and grab their arms. “Get up,” you say as the two of them resist you. “I’ll make you do laps if you don’t. I’m serious.” They know you're (probably) not serious but they get up anyway, sitting down on the bench beside you. Sometimes, you’re happy to be captain. Power is one hell of a drug.

“Was he good?” Yukie asks. “Like on a scale of one to ten.”

“Eight?”

“You’re lying.”

“I don’t know!” you throw your hands up in defeat. “He’s just… nice. And, I don’t know, I think I’m starting to like him a little.”

“No way! You have a crush on the guy you fucked?” Kaori asks sarcastically. “It’s like that’s totally never happened before!”

You frown. “Rin doesn’t count.”

“Oh, baby,” she says, smirking, “he always counts.”

Suna throws his head back, hips thrusting uncontrollably as he feels his orgasm creep up on him. His breath is ragged as his whole body starts to tense up. He can feel it, he’s so close.

“Fuck! I’m right there!”

“Come for me, Rin!”

“Feel so good, so good. I’m coming! Fuck! Y/N!”

He cum spills out into the condom as his whole body freezes. His eyes shift down to the girl beneath him who looks up with an awkward smile on her face. He’s such an asshole.

“It’s Ayame,” she says meekly as he slips out of her. She sits up with her legs pulled to her chest.

He takes the condom off and knots it before tossing it into the trash. He stays on the edge of the bed, back turned to the girl. “Right. Ayame,” he murmurs, “sorry.”

“It’s alright,” she tells him and he knows she probably means it. She’s one of those girls who would do anything for him. It’s why he texted her in the first place. He knew she’d say yes to whatever he asked for. “It’s Y/N L/N, right? I mean, she’s really pretty. Everyone wants her.”

A dry chuckle. “They do, don’t they?” he says quietly. He glances back at the girl and shrugs. “Sorry,” he says again. “My bad.”

notes. this was honestly one of my favorite chapters to write in the whole series 😩 like we have some atsumu and reader silliness with their friends AND suna angst??? all the things i love writing <3

if you haven’t seen the results of the poll from last chapter, you can find them here!! totally not what i expected but ykw i’m not complaining

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eighteen — all along

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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Suna leans against the door after he closes it. He feels like throwing up.

This wasn’t how this night was supposed to go.

He wanted to get you back in some way, to remind you that you need him as much as he needs you. He fucked up when he told Oikawa it was just sex between the two of you (because it really isn’t), but he never thought his words would end up in this.

You’re with Atsumu now. You’re giving him up for Atsumu. You’re giving up on him.

It makes him sick.

“Suna?”

He looks at the girl beside him. Fuck, he doesn’t even remember her name. He’s hooked up with her five times now and, every single time, he only managed to call her by your name.

He’s an asshole. He deserves exactly what he’s getting.

“Hey,” he manages to say. “Kinda need a moment alone here.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh! Yeah! No, of course. I just wanted to check up on you.” She looks around before smiling at him. Sickly sweet. “I guess I’ll just see you around then.”

The girl starts walking away and—no, don’t do it, don’t do it—“Wait.”

She looks back at him. “Yeah?”

Stop it. You’re better than this.

“Do you wanna come to mine?”

A smile. “Definitely.”

Atsumu finds you by the pool, leaning against one of your friends while you watch Kaori somersault on the grass nearby. Your eyes are squinting slightly and a smile is plastered on your face. You light up when you see him.

“‘Tsumu!”

You try to get up, but end up stumbling and giggling into your friend’s shoulder.

“She’s drunk, Miya,” the girl slurs as she rubs your head, clearly wasted herself. “You be good to her, ‘kay?”

He smiles and nods, standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets. “Ya need help, baby?”

You shake your head, furrowing your brows as you try your best to get up. “Can handle myself, ‘Tsu.” You trip over your legs and burst out laughing, your friend joining you. “M’kay, you can help now.”

Atsumu crouches down and picks you up, your legs coming around his waist as he holds your thighs. “Ya good?” he asks, one of his hands going to support your back. “Tell me if yer not comfortable or somethin’.”

You nuzzle into his neck. “‘M good, ‘Tsumu. Thank you.”

He turns to your friend. “Are ya good? Do ya need a ride?”

“Nah.” The girl waves him off. “My boyfriend’s just over there. You take care of our superstar.”

“I always do.” He grins, nodding at her and saying goodbye before he carries you out of the house.

You mumble something into his skin that he can’t hear.

“Whaddya say, sunshine?”

“You’re so pretty, Atsu.”

His cheeks darken at your words. It’s not that you aren’t normally this affectionate—because you are, even when completely sober—but something about you just always makes him feel all light and giddy. You make him feel like he’s seven years old with his first crush, always so new and exciting.

“Yer pretty too, sweetheart,” he tells you. “Also really drunk.”

You slap his chest weakly. “So mean.”

He laughs, holding you close. “Did ya have a good night?”

“Kinda. It was sad for a bit.”

“Oh?” He frowns. “Did somethin’ happen?”

You hum against his neck. “Yeah,” you say, but before you can elaborate, your voice brightens up as you add, “But I’m all better now. Because you’re so pretty.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, but he’s still worried about you. “Are ya sure yer okay?”

You lean back a little to look him in the face. Your eyes are hazy and your smile a little lopsided, but you look happy. Content. “I have you,” you say. “Of course I’m okay.”

You get to his car and he places you in the passenger seat, buckling the seatbelt and double-checking to see if it's secure before getting in the driver’s seat. He can hear you humming something as he gets in the car (“something stupid” you’d probably say if he asked what it is). He looks over to his side and sees you staring at him, eyes wide and adoring.

“What?” He laughs, trying to hide how shy you make him feel.

You’re still looking at him, blinking like you’re trying to see if he’s real. “‘Tsumu.”

His name sounds like honey on your tongue. So soft and sweet.

He feels his breath catch in his throat. “Yeah?”

“‘Tsumu,” you say again. Fuck, his heart is beating so fast. “I think I really like you.”

He knows you’re drunk and probably half-asleep, but there’s something about the way the words just spill out of you that feels so true. So real. It might be the way you’re staring at him like he hung all the stars in the sky. Or it might be because the words are coming from you.

He’d trust you with all that he had if he could.

He reaches over and places his hand on top of yours. “Say that again in the mornin’,” he requests. “Please.”

You nod fervently. “I will,” you say. “Because I mean it. I like you, ‘Tsumu. I really do.”

It feels better than anything that’s ever happened to him before. Better than winning a game. Better than beating Osamu. Better than having sex. So much better than anything because it’s you.

“Thank you,” is all he manages to say. “Thank you.”

You wake up in the middle of the night to a fuzzy feeling in your head. It’s not exactly a hangover yet, just a sweet spot between being awake and completely dead to the world. You try not to think about how it’ll feel in the morning.

Your eyes adjust to the darkness and you realize that you’re in Atsumu’s bed. You’re wearing one of his shirts and a pair of loose pajama bottoms that could be his or Osamu’s (their laundry gets mixed up a lot). He’s right beside you, one arm over your body, the other beneath you. He probably won’t be able to move his arm in the morning, but you have a feeling he doesn’t care.

You tilt your head up to find him fast asleep. His hair is falling over his eyes and his mouth is slightly agape, quiet snores escaping from between his lips.

Your body is facing him, curled up in his arms. You reach up to trace his collarbone with a featherlight touch and you swear you can feel him lean closer to you.

After your talk with Suna, the night had gone downhill. You spoke to your friends about it but, try as they might, they could only understand so much. It wasn’t like you understood it that well yourself. You downed more drinks that you should’ve and ended up barely knowing what you were doing.

Until Atsumu came, of course. That, you remember. You always seem to remember when it comes to him.

You wonder what you did to deserve this, to deserve him. To have him hold you in his arms when you know you probably smell like you’ve raided a whole bar. To have him check up on you and make sure you’re okay. To have him proudly keep you on his arm in front of his friends, to show you off like you’re the only thing that matters.

You spent a whole year with Suna, thinking that you were only worthy of being fucked in secret and barely acknowledged in public. Even people who claim they loved you once like Terushima just treat you like a toy to be played with whenever they see fit. Boys who barely know you ask for your number, not because of who you are, but what it would mean for them to "have" you.

Atsumu’s changed it all for you. He makes you want to see the goodness in yourself, the parts of you that he seems to recognize even if you don’t. Sure, he can be brash and loud and frankly a bit of a mess, but he makes you feel whole and safe.

You close your eyes and push yourself further into his hold.

Maybe this is what you were looking for all along.

notes. the new update sched is so good for my nerves like i need you all to feel with me here pls thank you (also if you wanna vote on my next series, there's a poll up rn 🫣)

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