HAIKYUU & WHAT THEIR FAVORITE PART OF YOUR BODY IS
+ a/n : i can't get myself to write a fucking proper fic :| but ig y'all like these lmao so here you go <3 + this is sfw !
⸗ your hands
he loves how they fit perfectly in his; soft against his calloused skin, your fingers intertwining with his effortlessly—it's as if they were meant for him to hold (and no, he gives no shits about clammy hands- if he wants to hold them, he will).
—osamu, hinata, oikawa, inouka, sugawara, kindaichi, aone, reon, makki
⸗ your cheeks
he can't help but squish them—hands automatically going to your face every two seconds to place themselves on your cheeks, giving them a light squeeze—maybe sometimes it's just to annoy you. (look, the pout on your face is so worth it).
—mattsun, kuroo, kageyama, konoha, tendou, suna, meian, sugawara
⸗ your waist
this one's a bit obvious- you're his; and he demonstrates it by pulling you close to him. his arm's often secured firmly around your waist as he pushes your face into his warm body, fingers tightening to give you a little pinch (especially when he's feeling a bit possessive).
—iwaizumi, kyōtani, daichi, sakusa, atsumu, ukai jr., mattsun, kageyama
⸗ your thighs/chest
of course they're his favorite part of your body, he could sleep on them all day. but he wouldn't blame himself, no, he blames the inviting warmth of your skin, how you make for the perfect pillow. who needs memory foam when he has you?
—suna, bokuto, akaashi, kenma, nishinoya, kunimi, osamu, iwaizumi
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happily ever after | suna rintarou
pairing; suna x fem!reader
warnings; periods, suggestive (and poor) pick up lines
genre; slice of life, domestic, fluff
"Thanks again, sweetie. I hope we didn't ruin your plans for the evening."
You smile fondly as Mrs. Suna bows her head apologetically, her styled, raven hair bouncing elegantly as her meticulously painted lips curl upward into a sheepish smile. She looks stunning like this; with her sleek, indigo dress and sharp eyeliner, emphasizing her already fox-like eyes.
Her husband is no different, his hair coiffed to perfection and dressed to the nines, the obsidian shine to his suit bringing out the viridescence of his narrow eyes.
Together, they're sure to turn a few heads— they look undeniably gorgeous.
(Must run in the family, you think— images of a certain raven-haired, bedroom-eyed middle blocker popping into your head.)
"It's just that we haven't been out in so long just the two of us, and I'd hate to leave Hina home by herself... It wouldn't be so bad if Rin were here, but with Nationals coming up he's been coming home later than usual. I'm not even sure what time he'll be back this evening..."
Waving a hand in dismissal, you assure Suna's mother that it's no skin off your back. It's not as if this is your first time looking after her daughter. Plus, it's not like she's any trouble. Granted, she's got thrice as much energy at her older brother— it's nothing you can't handle.
"Don't worry about it," you say, adopting a playful expression as you jerk your head towards the front door. "You go and have fun on your date. I'll take care of the rest."
Mrs. Suna visibly relaxes as you say this, her posture straightening as though a weight had just been taken off her shoulders.
"You're so reliable, (y/n)," she says, sighing almost wistfully before adding: "I wish Rin would take a leaf out of your book."
You huff out a laugh at that.
And so, after she and her husband had gathered the last of their belongings, you bid them farewell, waving them off from the doorstep until their car disappears down the lane and away from view.
After closing the door behind you, you then turn towards Suna's little sister, who waits for you in the hallway, her face already lighting up at what you're 100% sure she's about to propose next.
Your face mirrors hers, and both of you rush into the living room.
You're halfway into Toy Story (your third movie of the evening) when you feel a sudden pain in your lower abdomen. It shoots through you like a mild electric shock, the achy feeling that follows all too familiar and making you curse internally.
"Be right back," you say, apologising when Suna's little sister frets over you missing the movie. You tell her not to pause it and that you just need the bathroom, which you promptly make a beeline for the second you get up.
Then, you groan.
'Gotta love being a woman.
Good thing you'd actually seen the signs this time and had worn a panty-liner before coming over. Nonetheless, you decide to swap it out for a larger pad for good measure, only for your ears to perk up when you hear the front door open, then close, followed by Suna's lazy:
After neatly putting away any wrappers, you saunter into the hallway where Suna's in the middle of taking off his shoes. You decide to watch him for a while, leaning against the banister and laughing softly behind your hand as your boyfriend struggles to remove his laces, huffing under his breath. Your voice seems to carry over to where he's standing 'cause his eyes shoot up and widen slightly in surprise.
"Well, hello there," he drawls as he shrugs off his burgundy jacket. "Enjoying the view?"
You wave with a smile, skipping down the last few steps as you make your way over to him. "I was, actually," you chuckle, surprised when he pulls you in by the waist. "How was practice?"
"Tiring," he says, sighing blissfully when you cup both of his cheeks. He does look tired, you notice, thumbs running gingerly over the dark circles that underline his drowsy eyes.
"Coach made us play practice rounds nonstop. Think my arms might fall off from lifting them up so much." You huff out a laugh at the exaggeration, eyes creasing adoringly when Suna leans into your touch. He must have really been yearning to get home if he's acting this affectionate, eyes already closing as he lets himself melt under your care.
Indulging him a little further can't hurt, you think, standing on your tip toes before pressing your lips against his. The kiss was meant to be chaste, though Suna seems to have other plans as he pulls you flush against his chest. The action catches you off guard, but you soon respond by throwing your arms over his shoulders, enjoying the sound of him humming against your lips when your hand finds purchase in his soft hair. The sensuality of his movements make your mind fog, and had Suna not held you as close as he was now, you're sure your legs would've given in to his ministrations.
You do however, force yourself to push him away (albeit with much reluctancy) when you remember you're still in the middle of the hallway. Not to mention with Hina in the next room over.
Suna actually pouts as you pull away from him, his eyebrows pinched in a way that you can't help but coo at. "Don't give me that look. Your sister's in there watching Toy Story." Nodding your head in direction of the living room, Suna gives you his signature blazé stare, obviously unfazed by the details.
You squint suspiciously. "You'd just let her stand there and watch?"
"No. I'd tell her to go to her room so her big brother can take his beloved girlfriend to infinity and beyond: Rintarou style.."
Scoffing loudly, you playfully shove Suna for his inappropriate (and frankly, quite poor) Disney pick-up line. He catches your wrists before you can get away however, keeping you close as a wolfish smirk etches his features. "Come on, (y/n). You know I can make you buzz for light years, if you let me."
"Alright, that's enough." You're laughing shamelessly now at Suna's incessant flirting, shaking your head in disapproval as he cracks a grin of his own.
He then goes back to wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in and resting his chin atop your head to cage you. "What brings you here, anyway?" He asks quietly. "Miss me?"
You begin slowly swaying together as you nuzzle into your boyfriend's chest, catching a whiff of his body wash which suggests he'd already showered back at the gym. You sigh contentedly at the smell, eyes fluttering shut as you bask in his presence.
"Baby-sitting," you answer, your voice partially muffled as you press into his shirt. You feel his chest reverberate as he hums softly, hands smoothing over your back in a way that almost makes you want to purr. "Did your parents not tell you?"
Suna seems to mull this over briefly, a blanket of silence falling upon you before he answers, his voice carrying not a ounce of concern. "Must've slipped my mind."
You tut. Now you understand what his mum meant by wishing he'd take a leaf out of your book.
You're about to reprimand him for it when a shrill voice calls out from the living room.
"(Y/n)! Where are you? You're missing the best part!"
The small bubble of intimacy you and Suna had created shatters all too soon when his sister suddenly appears in the hallway, making a noise of disgust when she catches a glimpse of you and her brother. "Yuck! Get a room, you two!"
Laughing under your breath, it's with a heavy heart that you finally pull away from Suna, though you don't fully break contact as the latter decides to keep a loose hold on your hand, the other making a dismissive gesture towards his younger sibling.
"Shoo," he says. "(Y/n)'s spending time with me, now." You laugh as his little sister pulls a look of betrayal, her mouth gaping like a fish.
"What? No fair! (Y/n) is my babysitter for the night!"
Suna offhandedly scoffs at that, his eyes rolling all the while. "And she's my girlfriend for forever. What's your point?"
"Now, now. Be nice." You pat your boyfriend's arm when his sister puffs her cheeks out in that stubbornly fashion of hers, deciding to intervene before things can escalate. It's true that Suna's not one for starting conflict, but when it comes to winding up his little sister, this man truly knows no bounds. You've seen it happen before, and although he doesn't give a care in the world about the offhanded jabs he tosses, his little sister on the other hand can get a little... Rowdy.
"Why don't you join us?" You ask as you give Suna's hand a gentle tug. "You love Disney."
You don't miss the way he immediately reacts at your statement, shifting his bored eyes over to you with the word 'no' written all over his face (in lowercase). Regardless, you refuse to give up there, giving him your best puppy dog eyes that are bound to win him over one way or another.
"Fine," he sighs, proving your theory true.
You and Hina flash each other a knowing grin before the latter disappears into the living room, chirping about how she already knows which movie to pick next.
"Oh, here we go," he mumbles in disdain. You flash him a cheeky grin which he pretends not to see, allowing you to drag him down the hallway, a merry skip to your step.
When you walk through the lounge, Hina has already got the movie up, an anticipating look on her face as she watches you and Suna get comfortable on the couch. As always, Suna sits against the armrest and beckons you over so you can sit between his legs. When you do, he proceeds to loosely wraps his arms around your waist and uses your head as a chin rest.
"Ready when you are, Hina," you call, and you needn't tell the young girl twice. She hits play, and on comes the familiar title screen.
From then on out, everything's peaceful. From the familiar story you and Hina both love unfolding on the big TV screen, to the occasional, feather-light kisses Suna plants on your head.
Speaking of the latter— as much he stubbornly likes to turn his nose up at romance-fueled Disney movies such as this one, you're not totally oblivious to the way his fingers tap against your forearm when a particular musical number rouses his interests. At one point he even pretended to orchestrate a song when you and Hina began to dreamily sing along, lazily swaying his finger like he had been the conductor of the piece. You think his distaste towards Disneys stems from the desire to upkeep his suave image, but deep down you know he enjoys the quality time.
There's a reason he brings you to the theatres everytime a new one comes out.
You're brought back from your musings when a cramp suddenly twists in your lower abdomen, making you curl in on yourself uncomfortably. The action doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend, his hold on you loosening as he murmurs beside your ear:
"Period," you rasp, rubbing your hand across your stomach in a weak attempt to soothe the pain. Suna's own hand soon copies your movements, but when the pain persists— accentuated by a hiss you couldn't quite contain— Suna extends his leg so he can poke his little sister with the end of his foot. The latter turns around, confusion painting her features as Suna jerks his head towards the staircase.
"It's getting pretty late," he says. Then, "bedtime."
Hina's face drops. She shakes her head repeatedly, a look of disappointment apparent on her rounded face. You'd feel kind of bad for her but admittedly, the pain in your abdomen easily bypasses your guilt.
"You can finish it tomorrow. (Y/n)'s staying here tonight, anyway."
You quirk an eyebrow as Suna says this, the information new as far as you're concerned. "Am I?"
"You're not taking the bus alone at this hour," Suna replies simply. You suppose he's right. Weirdos tend to lurk on the bus at this time of night, and you're not sure you'd have the energy to fend them off at this point— not with the cramps twisting up your insides.
Meanwhile, Suna's little sister seems to still be debating whether or not she should obey her brother's orders, her rear still rooted to the floor. "But I'm not tired yet," she says, shuffling awkwardly under Suna's gaze.
"Tough," is all he says, shifting under you so you'd stand up. "(Y/n)'s not feeling well and it's past your bedtime."
You smile apologetically as you hold your hands out to Hina, ones that she half heartedly grabs as you pull her to her feet. "Sorry, Hina. I promise we'll watch the rest tomorrow. We can even bake a cake afterwards if you'd like." The mention of cake seems to please both siblings; the youngest grinning at the suggestion, while the eldest makes a quiet noise of content.
"Can we make cookies too? If you say yes then I'll go to bed." You puff out a laugh at Hina's bribery proposal, shaking your head at the cheeky smile on her face.
"She drives a hard bargain," sniggers Suna, arms crossed in a proud brotherly fashion. He lightly jerks his head at you, an expecting look on his face. "What's it gonna be, (y/n)?"
You roll your eyes at both siblings. They may carry themselves different; one's personality bright as day and the other cool as night, but one thing's for sure— their wit and sly persona is definitely something indicative of their Suna bloodline.
"Alright, you win. Tomorrow we'll make cake and cookies. And Rin-" you shoot your boyfriend a pointed stare. "No eating the cookie dough!"
The latter lackadaisically raises his hands in mock surrender, making Hina giggle cutely at your side. "I wouldn't dare."
Getting ready for bed is a chill affair; you brush your teeth, slip on some comfy clothes and head into Hina's bedroom, all while dealing with the achiness of your cursed period. Speaking of the young girl, you'd like to think your earlier agreement had gone smoothly, and yet when it came to putting the ravenette to bed, she still refused to do as she was told, standing at the foot of her bed, green eyes still bright with energy.
"Before bed, can me and (y/n) do the dance that's at the end of the movie?" She asks, rocking on the balls of her feet. "We didn't get to that part yet and we usually always dance to it..."
Upon her request, Suna flashes his sister a look of warning, one that you quickly fend off by brushing your hand against his. He must be fretting about your stomachache, but thankfully the first day is the most manageable.
"Sure," you smile. Then, all while ignoring the annoying ache in your stomach, you conjure your best curtsey, holding a hand out to her in a way that never fails to make her giggle. "Milady."
She squeaks when you then sweep her off her feet, twirling her around before setting her on top of both your feet. It allows for better movement for when you guide her across your makeshift dancefloor (aka her bedroom, which luckily was one of the most spacious rooms in the house), and in that moment, neither of you care about the lack of music accompanying your performance, too engrossed in your own little world. Nor do you both realise when Suna pulls out his phone to immortalise the moment in his camera roll.
"Cute." He smirks to himself after hitting the "stop" button, pocketing his phone as you and Hina's waltz eventually comes to a halt.
You let go of her petite form after lowering her into dip, enjoying her giggles as you finish the dance off by playfully tickling her neck. The action seems to distract her momentarily from the fact that she's about to be put to bed, but the second she clocks you and her big brother about to leave to room, she's quick to tug on your shirt, preventing you from leaving.
"I don't wanna go to bed yet. M' not tired.." Her bottom lip juts out as she says this, her eyes downcast while her hands tug restlessly at her own sleeves. Truth be told, you expected this to happen— Hina never liked to be left out when it came to you and Suna. She would always insist on how she was scared of missing out on something fun, and that she liked just hanging out with you two, even if you didn't do anything. To be fair, it was very cute of her. But when it came to her big brother, he saw it as more of a hindrance.
Typical big brother things, you suppose.
"You've spent enough time with (y/n) now. Go to bed." His tone leaves no room for mercy as he shooed away his little sister, making her look all the more hurt. You could already see the tears beginning to form in her eyes, something that made Suna groan at, and you coo at.
"Don't be upset, Hina.. I'll be here tomorrow morning, remember?" You squat down to meet her at eye level, booping her nose before any tears are shed. You hope that what you said would be enough to keep her satisfied, however when her pout persists, you decide it's time to come to yet another compromise.
"Alright. How about me and Rin read you a bedtime story?" You can practically feel Suna glare at the back of your head, his voice as firm as rock as he said;
"Oh, come on," you prompt, remaining at eye level with Hina but spinning around so you could tug at his sleeve. "Please?"
Suna's narrow eyes zero-in on you as you spare him that unfair, doe-eyed regard. Yours paired with his little sister's almost makes him grimace in disdain. Instead, he simply sighs as he feels his stony exterior slowly begin to crumble, what's left of his resolution dwindling into nothing.
Like magic, Hina's face immediately lights up, her eyes no longer glistening with the urge to cry, but with the excitement of both of her older siblings reading her a bedtime story. She quickly squabbles to get into her bed, leaving her covers open for you and Suna to climb under.
As you stand up, you all but smile when Suna shoots you a deadpan stare, linking your arm with his. "Come on, grumpy," you mock, laughing as Suna begrudgingly climbs into bed, next to his sister. Next is your turn, scooting in beside him and consequently caging him between both of you. He seems uncomfortable at first, sighing as Hina plops a book in his hands (another fairytale one— his favourite), but a kiss on the cheek from you surely has his shoulders relaxing.
"You have the nicest voice between the two of us, Rinrin. You start."
Hina doesn't seem against this, neither does Suna for that matter. He opens the book, holding it up so both of you can see. And as you cosy up to his side, resting your head against his shoulder, he reads out the first line:
"Once upon a time..."
You had not been lying when you said Suna had a nice voice. In fact, nice was in your eyes— or in this case, ears— a severe understatement. It was silvery smooth and his low lilt, paired with his skillful reading slowly but surely had you under a trance. You were drawn in as Suna recounted the story of a Prince travelling far and wide in order to rescue the imprisoned Princess. He had you at the introduction, cracking a sleepy smile whenever his little sister would gasp at some of the more riveting scenes. However, it was somewhere towards the middle of the story that your eyes had unwillingly fluttered shut, perceving nothing but the quiet drone that was Suna's voice, the sound fading into nothing but a pleasant background noise.
Naturally, this doesn't go unnoticed by said storyteller, who stops his reading in order to peer over at the two of you, unsurprised when he catches you both sleeping soundly on either side of him, heads pressed against his shoulders. Closing the storybook, his opts to leave it on his lap rather than risking waking you up.
Meanwhile, as he pulls the bedsheets over his sister, making sure she's comfily tucked in, he gently rests his hand on top of yours and props his head up against yours.
"Night, squirt," he murmurs to Hina, who instinctively snuggles up to him at the familiar term of endearment. Then, he directs his words to you, his voice barely audible and the hold on your hand as sweet as it was delicate.
And the three of you slept happily ever after.
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For @sunarent. Started off as a two-line headcanon, ended up with this.
SUNA RINTARO'S love language is mirroring.
Suna's texting style was very much like him. He wasn't too big a fan of using tons of abbreviations, he never used emojis; he wasn't a man of too many words and that really reflected in how he texted.
When he met you, things changed. He found certain subtleties in your texting style quite endearing and decided to adapt some of it. For the sake of sounding cool, of course.
Months later, you two (absolute dummies who should have realized it earlier) had epiphanies about how you felt for each other. Finally, after mustering the courage to confess, you fell into the ease of a comfortable relationship. A relationship that came to you like second nature.
What did change however was that Suna was texting a whole lot more now. During one practice session, Atsumu happened to chance by the locker rooms to see a familiar middle blocker gazing at his phone and grinning.
Suna Rintaro was texting someone like his life depended on it. All while he had the biggest grin plastered across his face.
Before his friend could notice him, the setter slipped out of the room and ran back to the court, astounded by the sight he had just witnessed. "HEY- Did yer see Suna? He was textin' in the locker room with this big-ass grin on his face. I wonder whom he was textin' like that."
The others, save for Kita were naturally curious about this change in the demeanour of their teammate. He was constantly on his phone, letting out the occasional chuckle at something he saw, and this did not go unnoticed by his teammates.
On pestering him, the team did not receive any answers, as expected. The boy just shrugged in his typical fashion. "None of your business", he responded curtly. The rest of his teammates knew to ask no more, but Atsumu's curiosity got the better of him. Exasperated with his constant questioning over the next few weeks, Suna finally had a rare outburst. "You want to see my gallery to know if I have someone in my life? Go ahead, check it, I have nothing to hide. But if I show you, for the love of the sport, will you please stop asking me about it?" Saying so, he shoved the phone towards Atsumu.
"Man, why do you have all these memes? Where are the pictures?"
Suna snatched his phone back from the blond with a smirk. "You saw all you had to. And now it's none of your business. Stop bugging me."
While all his teammates were confused, they finally let go of the matter, leaving Suna all the happier. His secret was safe. And even if they did find some sneaky way to see his chats, it wasn't like they would understand anything.
Because your boyfriend was now texting in memes. Thanks to you.
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HAIKYUU BOYS AS THINGS MY BOYFRIEND HAS DONE PT.3
Haikyuu Suna, Bokuto x gn!reader
Randomly posting your pictures online
Istg- he would be like "Hey Y/N" and as you turn to face him he would just "CLICK"
📸 CAUGHT YA IN 4K and ran off with your pictures
You will see your blurry/ filtered/ candid self on his instagram story
E M B A R A S S I N G ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
He would insist that it's 💞CUTE💞 ┐( ˘_˘)┌
you are tho
He once recorded your drunk ass trying to pin a donkey tail on Atsumu bcos he's being an ass donkey
And you never lived that down lol
Suna said it's essential to keep all the happy memoriess pftt
But you love him and you don't mind all the embarassment as long as it makes him happy (灬º‿º灬)♡ simp
It will eventually grow on you and you'll also find it cute that he's posting your pictures on his account hhshshhshshs
Random midnight walk :D
One of my favourite activities with my boyf <33 can y'all tell that I'm biased lol
You were scrolling through your phone when you receive a notifications from him "Baby 🥰 Let's go out!!"
Sneaking in and out of your house always gives both of you the adrenaline of the night
Lots of whispered yells and not-to-quiet hushed when you're trying escape without your parents noticing 👀
Grabbing a snack at McDonalds ends up getting a meal set lol
strolling down the park enjoying the night breeze CRIES
Lots of giggles and nonsense talks
Rushing to your house before the sunrise (╯°□°)╯so that you won't get grounded by your dad
Sloppy kisses planted by Bo all across your face ( ˘ ³˘)♥ before he's saying goodbye
Your mom knows but she kept it quiet because she finds the both of you adorable :D
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OMG so i just recently got my nipples pierced and i feel so hot, anyways i wanted to ask if you can please do a head cannon of suna/kuroo/ tsukki just reacting to your piercings, one could be straight up show boob and the other can be that they see them through ur shirt
a/n: the want- no the NEED to get my nipples pierced 📈📈 i would but idk if my girlfriend would like them-
tw: established relationships, suggestive content/ bare tiddie but not explicit, no sex (though i’m still tagging it as nsfw)
𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓
you spilt water on your shirt saturating the material making it almost see through, you never wore a bra around the house because it’s your house, why would you? kuroo just so happened to walk in right at that exact moment. the fresh piercings were nothing but prominent, kuroo’s eyes went straight to your chest without a second thought. “did you get your nipples pierced?” he asked and you nodded, you didn’t even bother asking if he liked then, you could see it in his eyes, he was completely focused on the half visible jewellery. “would you be an angel and get me a new shirt tetsu?” you said with a smile. without even looking at your face he nodded and waltzed off to the bedroom. if you knew a simple piercing had this man so brainwashed you would’ve got them a lot sooner.
𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄
a make-out session with him was getting steamer and heavier by the second. he started palming at your boobs thought your shirt and suddenly stopped and pulled away leaving the both of you confused. he pulled your shirt up and your bra down looking at your nipples in awe, “oh my god…” he muttered cupping your breasts “do you like them?” you questioned your voice laced with a hit of nervousness. “i fucking love them, holy fuck they’re perfectly” he replied dipping his head down to take one of your nipples in his mouth
𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓
“babe what the fuck is that?” you hear your boyfriend question, you see today was a particularly cold day and since you weren’t planning on going out you didn’t wear a bra. “why do your nipples look like that-“ he continued, to be completely honest he was beyond confused. “they’re my nipple piercings” you replied looking up at him “your nipples aren’t pierced” he replied slightly confused. you giggled raising an eyebrow “do you wanna bet?”
𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄
your forgotten your towel in the bedroom so you shouted out for the blonde “KEI! can you bring me my towel please?” moments later he walked into the bathroom as you were stepping out of the shower and he froze on the spot. he was staring dead at your boobs before putting the towel down and moving over to you. he cupped your breasts before grazing your nipples with his thumb pulling a light gasp from your throat. “they’re real?-“ he said still mesmerised “do you not like them?” you questioned looking up at him “they’re beautiful, love” he replied before kissing each nipple lightly, he thought they suited you so well.
𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓
you were actually waltzing around the house in just one of his shirts. to be honest you thought that he had already seen your new piercings but didn’t comment on them or didn’t like them, little did you know you were completely wrong. once he saw your piercings through the shirt his eyes widened “when did you do that?-“ he muttered referring to your new body jewellery, you were confused on what he was talking about as yet again you thought he already knew. “do what?” you responded just as puzzled as him “pierce your nipples- and why didn’t you tell me” “i thought you already knew rin, i thought you just didn’t like them” he shook his head “piercings anywhere fucking hot” he said you, let out a sigh of relief at least he didn’t hate them.
𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄
you we’re getting ready in your room and suna walked in on you. he stopped, you stopped, the room was silent. your face flushed red as you turned around, your back facing him, and covered your chest. “you wasn’t supposed to see them yet!” you exclaimed semi embarrassed. “when was i supposed to see them?” he asked dumbfounded, turkey he wanted you to turn back around so he could get a better look at your new piercings. “when they were healed….” you replied turning back around with a slight pout he just chuckled and kissed your forehead “i’ll pretend that i didn’t see anything okay?” you nodded still upset that your plan fell through.
𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐔𝐏
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Because sometimes he needed you, he would never verbally admit it but oh dear god when you walked out of the shower, hair slightly wet from the edges as drops of water rolled down your chin, the way you clothes hung onto you in the most innocently seductive way enhancing your every movement.
The way you carefully made your way around the crowd to find a seat beside him because he knew you were most comfortable around him, the way you smile always lingered around longer when with him, the moles(or freckles) on your face that seemed to make your face tens times more attractive.
It was in the way that you existed felt like heaven to him, the way you seemed so perfect to him, understanding him as he understood you or atleast tried to.
He would always find you cheering him on as you were the loudest in the crowd, or maybe he just focused on you the most. He would always find an excuse to stay next to you, saying "osamu told me you liked this cake, so I brought it on the way. Wanna eat it together?"
He didnt like cakes as much but they definitely felt a bit easier to take in when with you.
It was always so calm when he got together with you, when you would share your opinions on something that made your eyes light up, he always ended up remembering everything about that topic even if he wants interested in them before.
He was always there for you as you were for him and sometimes...just sometimes he questioned how he ended up landing such an amazing person like you but you always caught whim of those negative thoughts and in your own sweet way you always reassured him
It was either in the form of poetry or cooking..you would say stupid stuff like
"So the way the sun and moon are needed for each other..we need each other too right?"
"So you see when cooking with rice and egg, soy sauce and sesame oil is important"
It was stupid..but somehow it always eased his mind.
You eased him.
You made him feel comfort.
And for that he was always thankful.
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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐖/ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄
𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 & 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐰/ 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 // hurt/comfort (there’s no actual breaking up)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 // mentions of insecurity and cyber bullying
☄︎ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 // hi!! this is my first post omg !! how exciting :D hopefully u guys like it <3 also omi’s got long sorry !
part two !!
☄︎ 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔
the feeling of dread fills your body once more. the comments on your boyfriend’s post— a picture of both of you. faceless accounts calling you rude name after name after name.
naturally, you knew what came with dating one of the best pro athletes in the entire country, but after time, the things people would say would start to affect your own self image.
you knew how to let it slide. after all, you and atsumu had been dating for so long, you were unfortunately used to the abundance of mean words, opting on putting up a facade for your boyfriend. but it was one comment that made your strong resolve crumble quickly.
i still don’t understand what THE miya atsumu is doing with this person ??? he literally deserves so much better wtf !!!
you always knew he was too good to be true. a handsome prince that just so happened to fall into the palm of your hand. but to have someone actually think so was extremely upsetting. were you really not good enough for him? obviously not, right? if everyone thinks so?
the overthinking led to you sitting on the bed, legs crossed and thumbs twiddling as you wait for him to come back from practice. when you hear the door slam shut and him call for you, you take a deep breath in and prepare yourself.
“baby!” he cheers walking into the bedroom to see you, a big smile on his face like there’s nothing wrong. “missed ya s’much,”
“atsumu,” you breath, trying to contain your tears. you practiced it 30 times without crying and even still, your watery eyes threaten to spill.
he cocks his head, confused, a frown replacing the once bright smile, “atsumu? what happened to tsumie?”
you look at your lap, avoiding eye contact with his honey brown eyes. you need to get it over with, “we… we should breakup.”
he chuckles, awkwardly, waiting for the punchline in this twisted joke you’ve got going. when he notices the tears dripping from your face, his smile quickly fades and his eyebrows furrow. his body fills with panic.
you sniffle, unable to look him in the eye. you twiddle your thumbs feeling a sense of guilt.
you hand him your phone, opened to the several instagram comments, shuddering out, “y-you deserve so much better, tsum… it’s best—“
he scoffs, turning off your phone and tossing it to the side. “yer the best— i already have the best.” he tilts your head up, cupping your cheek. he takes the pad of his thumb, swiping your tears. “i don’t care what any of these people are sayin,’ yer my pretty… the love of my life. who’s gonna put up with me if yer not around? who’s the one that makes sure i have somethin’ to eat at practice?”
he doesn’t realize it, but there are tears sliding down his cheeks, too, and you give him a wobbly smile.
“ya can’t leave me, i think ‘ll die.” he chuckles, breathily.
you nod, sniffling, “‘m sorry…”
he shakes his head as if to say, don’t apologize. he wraps his arm around you, pulling you in close and squeezing your body tightly. “i love ya, no one’s gonna change that.”
☄︎ 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈
kiyoomi has always wanted your relationship to be private because he hates people pestering him about all of the personal things in his life. especially you.
there are no photos of you on kiyoomi’s social media accounts. at all. and for the most part, you’re okay with it. you understand why he doesn’t want to be seen in with you in public, even if it does hurt a little.
you know your boyfriend wants the best for you, and the best means that you two are limited to at home dates and disguises in public. you hate it, honestly, but you love your boyfriend, so you tough it out.
it’s all fine until you’re at an MSBY game (that ended in victory, of course) and you run down the stands to give him a hug in excitement. adrenaline rushing throughout his body, he barley has time to process before camera’s start flashing in your direction.
the drive home with kiyoomi is silent. you can’t tell if he’s angry at you for being so reckless or if he’s angry at himself for not stopping something from happening. regardless, you knew he was mad, but you didn’t want to upset him any further, so you left him alone for the night. you muttered a soft goodnight and secretly hoped it’d all be over tomorrow.
that’s definitely not what happened because when you woke up and checked your phone to see dozens of twitter mentions with pictures of you and kiyoomi from the game, you were very confused.
sakusa kiyoomi apparently dating some person named @y/n !? yikes…
have you guys seen that MSBY player’s s/o… he looks he doesn’t even like them ???
your eyes burn at the other hateful tweets you’d found, every doubt you ever had about your relationship with kiyoomi now creeping back into your brain.
you should’ve seen you coming, though, right? why else would he keep you a secret? he was probably just embarrassed of you is the conclusion you came to.
when you walk downstairs, you see him sitting on the couch with a mug of coffee and his phone in his other hand. he perks up immediately at the sound of you.
“kiyoomi… we should break up.” you frown, your breaking-heart pounding in your chest. “i mean, these twitter people are right, i’m not up to your standards and there are a lot of people in the world that you’d look a lot better with.”
kiyoomi shudders, the thought of another person in his life, he couldn’t possibly.
“and… i know you’re embarrassed to be seen with me, i don’t blame you—“
he abruptly cuts you off, “don’t… do that. don’t talk down on yourself because of something that was completely my fault.” his sigh is heavy, like he has so much to say. “you’re so amazing, don’t you get that?”
“it’s kinda hard to tell when you don’t want to be seen with me. really, kiyoomi, it’s fine. let me help you make this easy.” your voice is cracking. it’s the last thing you want, but if it’ll help him, then so be it.
he groans, putting his mug and phone down on the table in front of him, walking over to shake your shoulders, vigorously. “listen, i’m not embarrassed of you! i love you! more than anything. i just wanted to avoid people talking about you. you don’t deserve to be called things like that. you’re gorgeous and loving and kind and i couldn’t bare losing you to someone else who probably does deserve you.” he says in what feels like one breath.
you look at him in awe, “you mean that? you really think i deserve better than you, the sakusa kiyoomi?” and he nods, avoiding your eyes. “i beg to differ,”
a soft pink blush dusts over his cheeks, “no more hiding,” he mutters. “i’ll show the world that you’re my beautiful s/o every day for the rest of my life if i have to.”
☄︎ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎
suna rintarō believes that you are his light. he adores you, your beauty, your personality, the way you love him endlessly— he loves it and he isn’t afraid to let it be known.
although rin is a professional athlete, that doesn’t stop him from spending every waking second of free time by your side. he likes to make sure you don’t doubt him. ever. he loves you and you love him.
there’s also his instagram, which consists of candid photos of you (and thirst traps of himself that you keep telling him to delete) or just photos of the two of you together.
you just so happen to be stalking the account late at night with rintarō’s dead asleep body right next to you. it never occurred to you to do so, but you figured you’d take a look at his comments, half expecting them to be comments of his friends making fun of him for being so mushy and some teenage girls making heart eyes at him.
but what you weren’t expecting was for there to be comments degrading and talking down on you.
your smile quickly fades, turning into a pout. you spend the next hour obsessively going through his comments on the pictures of you or the two of you together.
suna, pick me, im so much more attractive than them!!!
soon, you realize you’ve had enough, feeling drained of life and love. you impulsively shake your boyfriend awake, not stopping until you hear his annoyed groans. “what is it, baby?”
you don’t think much about it be fore you say it, “we should break up.”
“no, now goodnight.”
he exhales, lifting up and propping his body up with the help of his elbow. “what brought this on?”
“i’m not good enough for you…” you say meekly, face heating up. “all of your fans think so… you’re so handsome and successful and i’m just… me.”
“yeah, you’re you. crybaby-cuddle-me-now-bratty-Y/N. and you’re also, the kind, loving Y/N that pranks atsumu every time he pisses me off. you’re the love of my life.”
you’re shocked that he can say that all so nonchalantly because you’re definitely holding your breath, trying not to cry at his words.
“‘m not a crybaby,” you grumble, that pout still etched onto your face.
he smiles, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, “yeah, you are, but i love that about you.”
he chuckles, leaning in to kiss you, “i love you.” he whispers softly against your lips. “no more looking at my comments, you’re way too hot for that.” he joke, smirking at you.
“i love you, more.”
he shakes his head, “impossible. now get your ass to bed.”
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𝟎𝟎𝟏 - 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄
## ft. suna rinataro, miya atsumu, hajime iwaizumi
## a/n. i had an idea for bokuto too but this was getting long :”( another time??
## warning(s). use of “princess” in iwa’s part
[masterlist - 002]
SUNA RINTARO chuckled as he pinches the screen of his phone to zoom in, capturing you swaying aimlessly and singing cheesy teenage songs into the neighbourhood that was well past asleep.
“hey! i thod i told you to shtop follow me.” you slurred, pointing an accusatory finger at suna. earlier, suna had half your body lugged onto his as he tried to drag you out of the bar. instead of accepting the help of your boyfriend, you heaved yourself off of him, taking off in the opposite direction to scuttle away from the “stranger”.
“well, then who is going to make sure you get home safe?”
face immediately lighting up, you fished your phone out of your pocked to flash your home-screen to suna, showing him your wallpaper which was a photo of the two of you snuggled together. “my boyfwen! he ish sooooo cute! isn’t he so handsome? hup-up, don’t say anything. he is my rinnie.”
suna was happy that he at least got the chance to capture that moment — you shoving the phone to his face to boast about him, talking about how he has made you feel safe and constantly assured that he loves you with his entire being. it still has not settled upon you that you were boasting about your boyfriend to your very own boyfriend until suna seized your wrist, pulling you into his chest as firm arms wrapped around your body to pull you closer.
you were about to raise your knee up to fight back until his familiar smell wafted into your nose. your rin. looking up to his eyes that were gleaming under the light of the street lamp, the two of you basked in the moment of togetherness as warmth flowed between the two of you.
“dun….don’t come near me! i have a boyfriend.” you stretched your arms out of you, creating a barrier between you and MIYA ATSUMU, the said “boyfriend” that was trying to help you.
atsumu found it adorable that you were trying to fend him off in your drunken state. as your arms were stretched out in front of you, it wobbled due to the shifting lightness flowing through your body, your eyes half-lidded and face flushed. although your words say one thing, your body implies the other by betraying you as your legs gave out under you.
swooping in to catch your inebriated body, atsumu chided you for drinking too much. no matter how strict his tone sounds, his soft fingers that were brushing your strands of your hair to the sides almost made you smile as the simple action screamed his love for you.
never forgetting your protests, you raised your small hands that now formed little fists as you attempted to punch atsumu, making punching sound effects as you jabbed the air between the two of you. “s-square square up, bitch.”
“woah, woah there. calm down, baby. what-what if i get hurt?” atsumu’s arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to protect himself.
“then don’t touch me because my boyfriend will hurt you even more.” you shimmied out of his arms, landing onto the floor with a soft thud and a yelp of pain. atsumu did not know what to feel then. was he supposed to feel rejected? honoured? or offended?
as you stuck your tongue out at him before you stumbled away to find your boyfriend, atsumu found what he felt. dumbfounded. absolutely dumbfounded at the way you were trying to fight your own boyfriend because of your boyfriend.
HAJIME IWAIZUMI winced at the sting that pelleting down on his back — turns out it was your fists beating at away at his back. who could blame you? in your drunken state, you thought that you were being carried away on the back of an absolute stranger.
“p-put me down!” your whines were muffled as your face was buried in the crook of the man’s neck. slowly, your resolve started breaking away once you got comfortable hanging onto iwaizumi’s back.
“sorry princess, you’re way too drunk to walk on your own.” iwaizumi paused in his tracks to pull you onto his back securely, arms firmly hooking under your knees.
you let out a small humph as you buried your face once again in his neck. restlessness soon got the best of you as your hands started roaming to his cheeks, pinching and squeezing at the softness. sighing wistfully, playing with the “stranger” made you realise that you miss your hajime.
“haji would sooo kill us if he sees this. so please?”
iwaizumi immediately stopped in his tracks at your words, arms releasing from under your knees to set you down. he can’t believe that you did not realise that it was him, your boyfriend, who was piggybacking you home.
“uh wooooooh…big scary man angwyy.” you slurred, turning your back to run away from iwaizumi who was glowering at you.
“fuckin’ hell, y/n. can’t you recognise me?”
squinting your eyes, your thoughts still can’t seem to fathom the image before you. appearance and details of the stranger started overwhelming you but beyond your foggy state of mind, you could somewhat make out the spiky tips of the person’s hair. “h-haji? when did you get here?”
just how much alcohol did you drink? shaking his head, hajime spun on his heel to continue making his way to your shared home, leaving you desperately apologising and calling him back. god, you were a handful but iwaizumi would never trade you for anything else in this world.
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HOT THINGS HAIKYUU BOYS DO
#genre: Uh idek… fluff I guess with a dribble of sex appeal.
#includes: many boys
#Warning: none , there’s nothing explicit just suggestive
#Note: This was supposed to be straight up just innocent PG shit but I can’t help myself so there’s a sprinkle of 12A :) so Minors proceed with caution
Ushijima: Watching this man drive is better than sex. When reversing he’s got his arm around the back of your seat and his head turned back so you can see the sharp angle of his jaw. He turns the wheel with one palm, and you find yourself getting lost in the way the rings on his fingers accentuate the veins in his hands, the only thing that snaps you out of it is his other hand squeezing your thigh and him turning to ask if you’re okay.
Kuroo: The smirk. This cocky bastard knows what it does to you. It’s a slow sly smirk with low lidded eyes and his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he watches you get flustered. To make things worse he’ll slowly walk towards you while looking you up and down and put the back of his hand on your cheek and make a comment about how hot you feel, “I didn’t know I affected you this much kitten” he’ll lowly chuckle and you’ll swat his hand away while telling him to shut up.
Osamu: Whenever he’s behind you he’ll place his hands on your waist and squeeze then chuckle when you jump. He just loves having his hands on you and having you close to him at all times. He’ll slowly snake his arm around your waist and pull you to his side so you’re flush against him, often your back flush with his chest so he can easily lean down and whisper in your ear.
Akashi: This man is so in love with you. Hates and I mean hates when people talk over you, like the audacity! Will glare at them not so subtly, so they can get the hint and be quiet and then look over at you with the softest look in his eyes and tell you to continue with a little smile because he wants you to know that he’s always listening to you and that he cares.
Sakusa: After a long grueling work out, he’ll stretch so he’s not so sore the next day and you find your eyes glued to all of him. He’ll lift his arms up and spread them wide so the bottom of his shirt lifts a little so you can just make out his abs and happy trail. You find your eyes following the path of his happy trail until his voice snaps you out of your daze, “What you looking at?” “uuuh… nothing” busted. He’ll look at you weirdly and then just shrug but what ends up killing you is when he lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brows and you get a full look at his toned, sculpted chest and stomach. You walk off to start a cold shower.
Bokuto: He always finds his fingers running through his hair because he can never style it right and will pout while looking at you, but you’re too busy enjoying the view of his tousled hair and beefy arms that flex every time his hands run through his hair. Will ask you if it looks okay but you’ll lie and say it needs to be fixed a little more just so you can watch his biceps stretch the fabric of his shirt, “Can’t you just do it for me babe…babe?” “wh-what?”
Diachi: Daddy Diachi. Every time he wears a suit, he always rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up, so you get an eyeful of his tan arms that are adorned with a Rolex and the veins that snake up his arms. Will loosen his tie and unbutton a few of the top buttons which draws your eyes to his chest, his chest that looks so tight and uncomfortable in that shirt that you just want to do him a favour and unbutton every button and peel it off his back. But that’s for his case, you’re doing him the favour…it’s definitely not for your benefit.
Suna: Eye contact. The king of maintaining eye contact and it always throws you off because it never falters and if it does it’s so his eyes can flicker down to your lips then straight back to your eyes. Will always subtly smirk when you stutter or trip over your words and will lowly tell you to “take your time princess, I’m all ears”. However, when he’s not teasing you, he’ll have the softest look in his eyes as he listens to you talk because your voice is like a prayer, washing his sins away.
Meian: *Profusely starts sweating*. When he’s sitting down, he’ll lean his head back and let out a low groan. His whole neck will be exposed, and your eyes follow his Adams apple as it bobs and you mentally trace his jawline. He’ll be breathing all heavy which takes your mind to a not so holy place, and you’ll physically have to shake yourself out of it. But what you can’t see is his soft smirk and little lip bite as he watches you get all hot and bothered, that’s the whole reason he does it ;)
༺♡༻ Honorary mentions:
Iwaizumi man spreads and has his hands slowly rubbing the length of his thighs (that Chris Evans video). Oikawa will repost all your posts to his socials and hype you up and brag to everyone how lucky he is. Tsukishima, now with him it’s not something he does but it’s just ✨him✨… he smells so fucking good, without fail he will have heads turning and the other boys asking him what he wears, and he’ll just throw them a cocky smirk and tell them it’s his “natural scent” (it’s his brothers cologne lmao). Kita has a habit of saying your name when he talks to you, will just slip it in there randomly and will catch you off guard but for some reason it’s just so hot.
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texting ur fiancé “yo we still on for tmrw?” the day before your wedding with atsumu, kuroo, bokuto, and suna HAHA
texting your fiancé the night before the wedding
feat. Atsumu, Kuroo, Bokuto, Suna
♡ a/n: LMAO i considered doing like fake texts, but ultimately decided against it q_q also im half asleep writing this so forgive me
♡ part two
it was the night before your wedding, and your friends insisted that you and your fiancé follow the tradition of not seeing one another before the wedding
not that you believed in such a stereotype (whether or not your fiancé did, you weren’t sure to be honest)
but you still followed in the tradition just for the heck of it
as you lay in bed, still awake, your mind came up with a devious little joke for your fiancé
picking up your phone, you sent him a quick text to mess with him for a bit
we still on for tmrw?
within 10 seconds of sending that text, you get a video call from Atsumu
you quickly accept the call, grinning the second your dear fiancé came into view on your phone screen
“What the hell do you mean ‘we still on for tomorrow’?” Atsumu asks you, one eyebrow raised at what you could possibly be thinking
you respond by laughing, and admittedly your laughter and lax attitude brings a smile to Atsumu’s face
he would never admit it, but seeing your text did worry him just a bit
the rational part of Atsumu knew that you wouldn’t back out, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen
so confirming that this was just some little harmless prank was enough to ease his nerves
“I miss you so much” he pouts into the camera
“we’ll see each other tomorrow!!” you tell him, but Atsumu rolls his eyes at you
“you sure? your last text seems to imply otherwise...”
“it was a joke babe!” you giggle, watching as Atsumu’s pouts slowly become a smile
“I know... I still miss you and want you right next to me” Atsumu sighs, taking in all of your features from the screen on his phone
he’s still in absolute disbelief that in less than a day he gets to marry you
even though you like to joke around with him and send him ludicrous texts like the one you sent not too long ago, there was no doubt in Atsumu’s mind that you were the one for him
and just for you, he’d deal with a billion of your silly oddly ambiguous texts if it mean that he would be yours and you would be his for the rest of your lives
it didn’t take long for Kuroo to call you
and when you answered, you heard chatter in the background- identifying the voices as his friends’
“actually Y/n, we are not still on for tomorrow. I’ve changed my mind” Kuroo jokes around
you chuckle in response, but you can hear the surprise in his friends’ voices
“I- Kuroo what are you talking about?” you hear Bokuto ask
“yeah I was just telling Y/n I can’t do this anymore. I think I might back out of this”
the chatter you previously heard went silent, allowing you to put on your best acting performance
you began sobbing into the phone, loud enough that his friends would hear even without being on speaker
“n-no! Please Tetsu I- I love you so much please don’t leave me!” you fake cry
“sorry Y/n. I realized that I can’t be with you.” Kuroo solemnly says into the phone, watching his friends shift glances at one another, not knowing how to react
“there’s someone else huh? I bet there is” you continue your fake sobbing, adding in short breaths in-between your cries
“...there is.... it’s Tsukishima” Kuroo dramatically admits
and at this point, you’re unable to hold back your laughter and Kuroo soon joins in with his cackles
even though you two are having a jolly time, his friends look absolutely done with Kuroo
except for Tsukishima- he looks at the soon to be groom in disgust
“is it too late to withdraw as a groomsman” Tsukishima murmurs under his breath
you waited for a response, but you honestly never got one
it was unlike Bokuto to not respond to you instantly, but you didn’t think too much about it
after all, you knew that his friends planned to go out with him tonight for a little celebration
but ten minutes after your text was sent, you got a call from Akaashi
“so uh...we kinda lost Bokuto-san” he admits, and you nearly drop your phone
“I- HOW DID YOU LOSE MY FIANCE?” you screech into the phone
“look, it’s not like he’s drunk or anything. I saw him look at his phone and then he started running off saying how he needed to see you!”
and right on time, incessant knocking is heard at your door
“Y/N IT’S ME KOU” Bokuto shouts from the other side of the door
“....okay I found him Akaashi. He’s here so just swing by to pick him up please” you say, ending the call to open the door
and the moment you do, Bokuto has you wrapped in his arms
“of course we’re still on for tomorrow why did something happen?” Bokuto frantically asks, worried about you
your text had alarmed him- he wasn’t sure why you would send such a thing but he knew he had to see you as soon as possible to talk to you
you felt a bit guilty since you hadn’t anticipated him reacting like this
“aw, Kou I’m sorry it was just a little prank” you sheepishly admit, cupping one of his cheeks
Bokuto sighs in relief, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead
“oh thank god- you had me worried for a sec Y/n” he murmurs, still not letting you go
and for the next ten minutes or so before Akaashi arrives, Bokuto is still hugging you, telling you how excited he is to marry the love of his life and continuously showering you with all the affection he could offer
it didn’t take Suna long for him to read the message and respond
but this text wasn’t one you were expecting at all
‘2/10 joke’ is all the message read
so you call him for an explanation
“hello?” he asks as soon as he picks up your call
“what do you mean that’s a 2/10 joke Rin?” you ask him, pouting that your boyfriend gave you such a low score
“the text implies that its on me, the receiver of the text to decide whether or not tomorrow’s event is still going to happen.”
Suna pauses briefly, allowing you to think about his words before continuing
“so it doesn't make me filled with any concern or worry- which is what you want when pranking somebody. if you wanted to accomplish that, then you should have said something that would make me think you were the unsure one” Suna further explains
“ah I see, so all I have to do is-” you’re quickly interrupted by your boyfriend
“nope” he simply states
“you’re not going to pull that prank on me” Suna states with so much confident- as if he were the one making the decision and not you
“it won’t work anyways. Now that I've told you the plan. it ruins the whole surprise” he says, and you’re silent for a moment
“god Rin you’re so annoying you know that? the most annoying person on this planet” you joke, plopping back not your bed
“and you’re the fool for marrying the most annoying person on the planet tomorrow” Suna scoffs
and although you can’t see it, you just know he’s rolling his eyes
out of love of course
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CALLING THEM BY THEIR LAST NAME
a/n: i was craving for something cute sooo… here it is :)
pairing: haikyuu men x gn!reader
featuring: kuroo tetsuro, sakusa kiyoomi, miya osamu, suna rintaro
♡ kuroo tetsuro
you would sometimes call him by his last name for no reason. maybe it’s because you two were close friends back in high school days when you used to call him ‘kuroo’. so of course, you had zero intentions behind your words.
but for kuroo, this man would panic and right away look down at you when his last name was heard from your voice. although he would sense relieved when he sees you’re not angry or anything.
but when you call him ‘kuroo’ about three to four times, this is when he would bring you to a private place and carefully ask you; “...did i do something wrong kitten? are you mad?”
“no? why would i be mad at you kuroo?” kuroo would sigh at your words, covering half of his face with his large hand. “th-then why are you calling me kuroo…”
“there’s no reason at all” you smile, making kuroo cover his entire face with both of his hands. “hahhhhh kittennn you’re scarin’ my heart”
♡ sakusa kiyoomi
sakusa would not answer or look at you if you call him by his last name even after you two got married. you would thump your feet over to sakusa who was doing the dishes in the kitchen and say; “sakusa. look at me.”
sakusa would mumble something under his breath. “what?” you step forward, tipping your toes to hear him clearly. “what did you say?”
“...you’re sakusa too” you would look up at his pouty face with an absurd look on your face. making him stop whatever he's doing and turn around to you and utter; “...call me kiyoomi”
“no i will not, ‘m gonna call you sakusa” you would deny his plea until he is done with the dishes, he would put away the kitchen gloves and cross his arms while he looks down on you. “then there’s no point in changing your last name after i married you…”
♡ suna rintaro
“suna-” precisely 0.1 seconds later suna would cut you off. “...rintaro.”
“suna.” you would call him by his last name again, sighing at his greediness. “suna i told you to put the trash away in the morni-”
“i will really do it if ya call me rin” he whispers, leaning his head down between your neck and shoulder, pressing his forehead against your shoulder line, mumbling ‘rin’ over again and again.
“rin” he would instinctively tilt his head up at your voice, somewhat making eye contact with you, smiling slightly. “yes that’s it, i’ll throw the trash away right now”
♡ miya osamu
osamu wouldn’t even acknowledge a single bit of you when you call him by his last name. “miya are you ignoring me?” you tilt your body in front of osamu to see his lips pouted and eyes rolling.
“why are you pouting?” you scoff at him, kinda finding it cute to see him all pouty. “there’s two miyas at school, how would i know who y’er callin’?” this is ridiculous. ridiculously cute. you would try your best to not laugh and giggle. “why would i call atsumu now?”
“‘m not miya, ‘m samu.” he would deadass ignore everything you are saying and wait until you call him by his first name. “are ya lips glued? call me samu right now” he would poke your cheek, still having his pouted look on his face. making you giggle and hug him. “samu m’baby i love ya”
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Hello i love your work!
Can i ask for
THEY COME HOME DRUNK AND MAKE AN OFFHAND COMMENT ON YOUR APPEARANCE ( i love the other with Atsumu)
With Kuroo, Bokuto AND Suna?
THEY COME HOME DRUNK AND MAKE AN OFFHAND COMMENT ON YOUR APPEARANCE | 2
characters: bokuto + kuroo + suna + (gn!reader)
warnings: none but suna's is a teeny bit suggestive haha
notes: not me making part two literal months later––
part one / part two / part three
bokuto was currently sulking in front of you and you honestly had no idea what was going on. he'd stumbled into the bedroom after akaashi drove him back home and almost comically pouted once he saw you.
"come here baby," you reached for his hand and pulled him over to stand next to the bed, sitting up on your knees so you were somewhat at the same height. "what's wrong, hm?" you placed a hand on his cheek and he nuzzled into it immediately, his mood not shifting.
"you...why do you look...like that?..."
you paused, not knowing where this was going, a furrow appearing between your brows. "like what?"
his pout somehow got even deeper and he stepped back a little bit to get a good look at you. "like that." he pointed to you, an almost exasperated tone in his voice. "i mean––look at me." he gestured to himself with both hands, "and look at you."
he huffed and looked back into your eyes. "we're just not on the same level..."
before you could snap out of your confusion and retort, (somewhat offended), that you were in your pajamas after all, he went on.
"you're jus' too pretty baby––" he stepped back right in front of you and nuzzled his head into the crook of your shoulder, leaning his weight on you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "i can't compare," he mumbled against your neck, taking a deep breath. "i'll try harder tomorrow, kay?"
taking a second to process what just happened you sighed, holding him back and bringing a hand to play with his hair, smiling when hummed contently at the feeling. "trust me kou, you're perfect the way you are."
when he took a while to respond or even make a sound of acknowledgement, you realized he'd fallen asleep and bit back a laugh. yup, he's absolutely perfect.
kuroo sluggishly made his way through the front door, thanking his personal driver for getting him home safe, his words slurring slightly, some louder than others.
with a smile, you got off the couch where you'd been waiting up for him to come home from his work event. you made your way over to see him struggling to loosen his tie with fumbling fingers.
he jumped up in surprise when your hands gently slid over his own, eyes finding yours immediately. his lips curved into their familiar smirk, his eyes tracing you up and down.
"there y'are kit–kitten." he sighed as you pulled the tie off for him. "thank you babe––you...saved me."
"you're welcome testu." laughing, you set the tie aside and grabbed his hand, ready to pull him towards the bedroom to get ready to sleep when he tugged you back to face him.
"what are you doing?" you looked at him, shocked but amused. "let's go to bed."
he ignored your words, but honestly part of you believes he could have simply not heard them. "wait why––why do you look––so..." he paused, thinking of the word, his face brightening a few seconds later. "bad!"
you paused and looked at him blankly. given his tone and the way he pulled you in closer with a smile on his face, it didn't seem like he meant it in a bad way? but he was also not sober––
you blinked. "...what?"
"you look bad."
you were starting to feel...conflicted. uneasy? you didn't even know how to explain it. when you were still silent a few moments later, his face dropped to a worried pout.
"is that not how it goes?"
before you could respond, he blurted out his next words, a victorious finger in the air. "baddie! i meant you––" he paused to hiccup, "look like a baddie." he grinned and pulled you closer, "my baddie."
you laughed in disbelief, from how cheesy he was to how ridiculous the whole situation was, shaking your head. "you're unbelievable sometimes tetsu."
he tilted his head, a cheesy smile on his face. "in a good way?"
you nodded, leaning in to give him a small kiss, "always."
suna was staring at you while you both waited for the food you'd left for him heated up in the microwave. you figured he didn't have a proper meal while he was out, and he always said that he preferred your cooking anyway. he wasn't saying anything, just staring, an indescribable look in his eyes as he sat at the kitchen island.
you figured he wasn't really "here" right now, at least not completely, so you simply looked at him curiously, a slightly confused smile on your face as you turned around at the sound of the microwave beeping.
you placed the food in front of him on the counter but he didn't even glance at it. after a few seconds of more silence and more stares, you sighed.
"aren't you going to eat, rin? you need some food before you go to sleep."
he blinked. "can't eat."
you tilted your head, concerned. "what? why not? are you feeling sick?"
he shook his head, "no." his eyes scanned over your body. "just can't eat. when you look like that."
your mouth dropped open in shock as you felt a bubble of insecurity burst in your stomach. "w–what?"
he pushed the plate away and crossed his arms, staring into your soul and you crossed your arms as well, feeling a sudden anger overcome the pinch of anxiety you felt.
"well i'm in my pajamas rin. and i stayed up just to make sure you got home safely, and i made dinner for you so the least you could do is not comment on my appearance, especially if you have nothing nice to say."
with that you spun around and were ready to walk past him when his hand shot out and caught your arm, spinning you back to face him. his brows were furrowed and you tried to pull away but he trapped you between his legs, his arms meeting around your waist. he might not have been sober, but he was still strong.
"let me go so you can eat your food." you rolled your eyes, not wanting to look at him.
he simply stared at you and reached a hand up to gently grab your jaw, squishing your cheeks together. "why would i do that when i can just eat you, hm?"
your eyes shot to his in surprise but before you could say anything, he was pressing his lips against yours, humming contently against them.
he waited until you melted into it to trail sloppy kisses along your cheek, and your jaw before nipping it gently, the slight sting snapping you back from your reverie.
you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed back to look him in the eye, still breathless and in shock. "what are you..."
he looked at you like you were dumb. "said i couldn't eat with you here." when you just looked at him baffled, he rolled his eyes and went on. "cause i wanna eat you instead."
"you––" he went back to smothering you with kisses and bites and you shook your head and laughed breathlessly in disbelief. "you are something else, rin." he hummed in response, not letting up but you slipped out of his grasp, swerving out of the way when he tried to grab you again.
you pointed at him like you were scolding a child. "finish your food. then you can do whatever you want." you knew the food would just tire him out afterwards, but he didn't need to know that.
he glared at you for a moment but turned back to the counter, pulling the plate back towards him and digging in, mumbling with him mouth full. "thank you for the food."
you pressed a kiss to his temple before running off again before he could grab you, a cheeky smile on your face. "any time baby."
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“i want a kiss.”
suna’s words come out slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol. your nose scrunches up at the scent, trying to focus on supporting his weight. an arm is slung around your shoulder, your steps are slow and staggered as you attempt to lead him to his bedroom.
“damn it, rin. told you not to drink too much.” you scold him, opening his bedroom door with a quiet grunt.
suna pays your words no attention as he puckers his lips towards you, eyes half-open, “want a kiss.”
you place him on his bed and letting the pillows catch his head. a sigh escapes your lips, giving yourself a few seconds to rest before pulling the blanket up to his chest.
suna pouts, his face still red from all the beer that coursed through his veins, “why don’t you wanna kiss me?”
with a roll of your eyes, you sit on the edge of his bed, “you’re drunk. why do you even want to kiss me?”
“because i like you.”
your mouth parts, heartbeat beginning to speed up upon hearing the words you had been dreaming of for the entirety of your friendship with him. no, this couldn’t be. there’s no way he could like you back...right?
“if i were sober,” his voice snaps you out of your train of thought, “would you reconsider?”
shaking your head, you offer him a small smile, “if you still feel this way tomorrow morning, i'll kiss you.”
a grin stretches across his lips, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile like that. even in all the times you’ve seen him drunk. he sinks further into the pillows and pulls the blanket up to his chin, eyes finally fluttering shut.
you raise a brow, “why are you smiling like that?”
“because you’re going to kiss me tomorrow.” suna hums, excited to fall asleep. tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
from elle ! some fluff to make up for all the angst i've been writing >_< had a tiring day so ‘m gonna go to bed now,, i'll come back and proofread this when I wake up byeee <3
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invalidating their s/o’s hard work
w/ oikawa and suna!
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(a/n: the highly requested part 3 is here !!! i hope this part does the others justice hehe😚this one only has 2 characters bc i lost motivation halfway through tho😢anyways—
all scenarios are written in the timeskip !! as always, thank you for your support everyone!💞💞💞)
you knew your boyfriend was a hard worker, and you loved to encourage him
lately he had been working more hours than ever before and you wanted to show him that you appreciated him
so on your day off, you decided to surprise him
you made a ton of food that he liked and prepared the space for a night together
you set up blankets and snacks and movies; everything that you could think of
after spending most of the day gathering and setting things up, you sighed, awaiting his arrival
you hear the door open and perk up; he’s finally home! you look around to make sure everything is in place for the night and wait for him to enter the room.
“welcome home, tooru!” you grin, and he looks around. his brows furrow, and your smile dims slightly at his reaction.
“what is all this?” he asks, and you swallow.
“i thought you could use a night to relax. with me,” you offer, gesturing to the food and shrugging. he sighs, and you pause. “you don’t like it?”
he scrubs a hand over his face. “i don’t really have time for this. i have to get up early tomorrow, and i can’t have any distractions, okay?” he explains. distraction? your heart sinks. of course he doesn’t have time tonight. you should’ve expected it.
“oh,” you mutter, looking away. “well, you can just go to bed without me.”
he nods and heads off without another word. you want to follow him to bed, taking any time with him you can get, but you still have to clean everything up, so you stay.
it’s a couple hours later when tooru wakes up, throat dry and scratchy. he gets up to grab a glass of water but pauses at seeing the light seeping from under the door. you’re still up?
he opens the door cautiously, careful not to make any sound as to alert you of his presence, and peeks out the door.
you’re wiping down the counter, chin resting in your free hand, and you stare down at the marble sadly. you look tired and lonely, and tooru’s chest begins to ache upon seeing you like this.
you put the rag down and rest your head in your hands, taking a breath. your stomach growls and you grimace, having forgotten dinner, but you resume cleaning anyway.
he opens the door and steps forward, making his presence known, and you straighten up, startled.
before he can say anything, you grab a glass from the cupboard and fill it with water before handing it to him. he takes it from you, looking at you guiltily.
he feels terrible, now that he can step back and acknowledge everything that you did for him today. or, everything that you tried to do for him today. he hasn’t been spending a lot of time with you lately, and he knows you were just trying to make it better.
“hey, um—” he starts, but you cut him off.
“you should go back to bed! you have an early day tomorrow, right?” you ask, turned away. he winces upon remembering how he shut you down earlier.
“yeah, but...” he trails off, looking around. he can see all of the food you made sitting in tupperware containers, untouched. “you made all this food, and—”
“it’s okay, tooru. just go back to bed,” you mumble, scrubbing the sides of the pot you’re holding and sighing.
more than anything, you’re embarrassed. embarrassed at having put in a day’s work just to be shut down by someone who didn’t care for it in the first place. now, all you want is for him to just leave.
“hey,” he coaxes gently. “you haven’t had dinner, right? why don’t we sit down and eat?”
“tooru, i don’t need you to humiliate me even more than you already have, okay?” you blurt, face hot.
he stares at you, mouth opening and closing as he searches for something to say. it never comes, so he just nods, and retreats toward the door.
but when he takes another look over his shoulder, he sees you leaned over the counter, face in your hands, and he crumbles.
he pads over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in firmly. you make a noise of protest, but he shakes his head.
“i’m sorry. i should’ve appreciated everything you did for me today,” he murmurs softly, face buried in the crook of your neck, and you shrug.
“‘s fine. i know you have things to do,” you respond, and he turns you around to look at him.
“hey,” he tilts your chin up. “that’s not an excuse. i should’ve set aside time for you, too.”
you smile a little at that, and he pats your head affectionately.
“let’s take the day off tomorrow. we can do everything you planned for, ‘kay?” he suggests, hopeful, and your eyes light up.
you wrap your arms around him and squeeze tightly. he coughs, laughing and burying his nose in your hair.
“thank you, tooru.”
when it came to your housing situation, suna didn’t care about the aesthetics of it nearly as much as you did
even so, he liked to listen to you talk about the things you wanted to do with the place
so you decided you’d surprise him while he was at practice by redecorating everything and making the house look nice !!
you went out and found a couple pieces to put up on the wall as well as some little lights and things
you spent the entire day setting everything up and stood back, looking at it proudly
all you had to do was wait for him :)
you move the new lamp to the right just a bit, and look at it. perfect.
you stand back, inspecting each element of the living room to make sure it looks just right. you grin, excitement making your heart pound.
finally, you hear the lock clicking open, and run to the front door. rintarou stares at you blankly, and you beam at him, coming around behind him to cover his eyes.
“y/n, i don’t want—”
“i have something to show you!” you singsong proudly, leading him to the living room. he grunts, and you uncover his eyes.
“tada!! what do you think?” you wait eagerly, reading his face as his eyes scan over the room. he scoffs, and you frown. “what?”
“it looks like you chewed up a salad and spit it out all over our room,” he mumbles, gesturing to the house plants you bought just to decorate. you gulp before laughing nervously.
“i don’t know, i kind of like it!” you offer, and he cringes.
“well, it’s your idea. doesn’t matter what i think about it,” he shrugs, and his obvious disapproval stings.
“of course it does! i wanna know what you think,” you murmur, and he shrugs yet again, tiredly shuffling into the bedroom wordlessly.
disappointed, you finally let your shoulders fall sadly. you hadn’t expected him to be over the moon about it, but you still wanted him to like it.
you feel stupid; it’s his room too, and his approval is just as important as yours.
you go to pick up one of your hanging plants, taking it off its hook and holding it up. it’s got the greenest leaves you’ve ever seen, and you think it might be your favorite one.
you bring it up to your face and sigh. “you’re a beautiful plant. i hope your life is good to you,” you whisper, kissing its leaves. you once saw on tv that talking to your plants makes them grow nice and strong, and while rintarou always made fun of you for it, you started doing it anyways.
one by one, you take the plants down, whispering affirmations to them along the way.
suna’s stomach grumbles loudly, and he groans. he didn’t get the chance to stop for dinner on the way home, and now he’s paying for it.
he’s about to open the door to the living room when he hears something. it sounds like mumbling, though he can’t make out what you’re saying.
slowly, he pushes the door open just a crack and puts his ear against it.
“you’re the last one, little guy,” you say quietly, and he opens the door just a tad bit more, peeking through it. his eyes widen; all of your plants are sitting on the counter, removed from their initial places. you’ve taken down the lights, too, and put the lamps in a box. you laugh, but suna can tell it’s not real.
“rintarou never really liked plants, i guess. should’ve thought about it before i messed his living room up,” you shrug sadly, and his heart sinks.
he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings; the plants were really a nice touch! he was just passive about these things, and he didn’t think you’d take his commentary to heart.
“i hope you get lots of water and plenty of sun when i take you back. please grow strong,” you whisper, and suna pauses. take you... back? you’re gonna return them?
he opens the door, and you turn around sharply, alert.
“talking to the plants again?” he teases, hoping to lighten up the mood, but you just stare back down at the pot your holding. his chest hurts at the sight, and he pads over to you, taking the plant from your hands.
“let’s just put these back up, okay?” he suggests, but you shake your head.
“‘m just gonna return them,” you answer quietly. “i don’t wanna keep them up if you don’t like them.”
“but—” he protests, but you cut him off quickly.
“it’s fine, rin. it’s not a big deal.”
you turn away, organizing the rest of the plants, and rintarou sighs helplessly.
but then, an idea pops into his head, and he blinks once before sighing again, defeated. fuck it, he thinks.
“i’m sorry for calling you chewed up salad,” he mumbles, embarrassed. you freeze, turning around slowly.
“i think you’re a, er, very beautiful plant. you have nice... leaves?” he cringes, holding the plant to his face, and you chortle, laughing loudly. suna softens at the sound, relieved at finally hearing a real laugh from you. he walks toward you, holding the plant next to his ear. “i think it wants to stay,” he whispers, and you sigh.
“i don’t want to decorate our house with things you don’t like, rintarou.”
“baby,” he says gently. “i didn’t mean it like that, okay? i think our house will look perfect however you decide to decorate it,” he shrugs, and you exhale, letting him hold you.
“i think so too!” suna imitates whinily, shaking the little plant at you, and you giggle happily.
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haikyuu: the ones who’d kiss you to shut you up ﹠ the ones you’d kiss to shut them up
the ones who’d kiss you to shut you up;
kuroo, osamu, oikawa, sakusa,
KUROO — he does it just because. he loves the way your voice falters and the way your words trail off against his lips and he especially loves it when you recover from the initial surprise and a smile settles on your lips as you deepen the kiss, not letting go even when he tries to pull away. by the time it’s over you’re gazing at each other, breathless laughter escaping your lips
OSAMU — he does it to assure you — because he isn’t sure how else to stop your overthinking and rambling. it’s a soft but firm kiss and he leaves a sweet peck on your forehead and he holds your hand and lets you know everything’s going to be alright.
OIKAWA — he does it all the time. when you're talking, he is just in awe of how beautiful you are; he puts his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you into a breathtaking kiss or a light kiss on your lips (there's no between) and then he pretends nothing happened and asks you to continue with whatever you're saying and that he's really going to pay attention now - but you know he'll do it again.
SAKUSA — does this to reassure you or calm you down; sometimes, you may ramble and speak so fast because you’re stressed and/or panicking. or sometimes, he just had a bad day and you think he’s mad at you or something, but he puts your mind at rest by kissing you and letting you know that it’s not because of you.
the ones you’d kiss to shut them up
bokuto, atsumu, suna, kenma.
BOKUTO — you do so because clearly, that’s what he wants. “y/n. y/n. y/n - ” and with a smile, he welcomes your lips on his, melting into the kiss as he cups your cheek, and when you abruptly pull away and say, “now shut up, i’m trying to watch a movie,” he can only pout before leaving little pecks on your temple and cheek and jaw.
ATSUMU — you do so because he’s singing a little too loudly in the middle of the night and when you playfully tell him to shut up, he gets in your face challengingly, saying something about you having to make him, only to have his sentence cut short as your lips meet his, and he forgets to close his eyes for a moment before deepening the kiss by pulling you even closer.
SUNA — you do so because he’s an idiot for not realizing that you’ve been waiting for him to kiss you for the past half-hour. and when you suddenly lean in, barely touching, he’s unfazed, pressing a finger on your lips and a playful smile settling on his face, “you weren’t even listening, were you?” he has barely finished his sentence when your lips find his.
KENMA — he can be so clueless sometimes and he gets so lost in his own thoughts and is just speaking so much that he fails to realize you’ve been waiting for him to kiss you for hours now. you usually have to take the matter in your own hands and kiss him first.
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Or in which: He tells you things he doesn’t mean during an argument.
PAIRING: suna rintarou x reader
GENRE & CONTENT WARNINGS: hurt/comfort. angst. some fluff. established relationship. arguments. (he calls you clingy and insecure.) set in timeskip so pro athlete!suna. & suna isn’t good with words, so he repeats it, over and over, hoping it’ll somehow be enough.
"you're being stupid, y/n," he says it monotonously—uncaring.
you wince. you knew how harsh he could get, how blunt and hurtful his words could get—but it didn't make it hurt any less.
"it just made me uncomfortable seeing them touch you like that, rin. plea—"
your voice is soft when you try to reason with him, but it doesn't stop him from glaring at you until you feel ready to be buried six feet under.
"it's always gonna be about you, hm? have to goddamn do so much to make you fucking happy, it's so fucking annoying," his voice only raises even more as he spoke, making you feel small and vulnerable. it doesn't help that his words dig deep into your gut.
is that how he really thinks? have you been asking for too much? you thought it was fine, you were just trying your best to communicate and tell him if something bothers you—that's what couples do, right? because he cared, right? have you really been so annoying?
the tears are already welling up in your eyes, your lips wobbling as you continue to try to say something, anything.
"you're so insecure all the time. didn't expect you to be this much work."
work. you're so much work to him. you swallow him words and let it etch into your chest cause it stays there to repeat over and over.
his voice is only getting louder as he spoke, and it's scary because suna always spoke with a steady voice. he never raised his voice so why is he—
"you're so fucking clingy it's ridiculous."
you choke up on his words. the sob escaping your mouth is loud and heavy, eyes wide and tear-filled as you stop completely dead in your tracks.
you're not sure what gets his attention, the loud sob or the heaviest silence that comes after—but his tense shoulders slack and his eyes soften as he looks back at you as your eyes go dead.
regret washes over him like cold water—memories of you telling him how scared you were of being too clingy with him, how he'd reassure you that he loves that you’re clingy but now…
the nod you give is barely there, but he catches it and watches you drag your body out of the living room before he could move.
but he tries, god, he tries—and he's willing to bet it's the fastest he's ever moved in his life—right before you lock yourself in the bathroom, he catches your wrist and pulls you to him, arms wrapping around your body as you try to break free from his hold.
"'m sorry," he blurts, but all he can think about is how he can't miss a second, he can't let you go, can't let you be alone for even a minute. you'll hide away from him, you'll distance yourself and despite everything he's said, it's the last thing he'll ever want.
"i'm sorry, baby. i didn't mean it," he repeats, even as you thrash against him—you probably hate him right now, probably—but he deserves that; he just can't let you go either way.
"didn't mean any of it, i promise. i love you," his breathing is ragged, shaky, even. he tightens his hold on you even as you hit on his chest to break away, even if it hurts. especially when it hurts.
"leave me alone, let me go," your voice barren with love, you hiss at him, pushing at his chest.
he only shakes his head. he holds you, still. he's never been more scared in his life.
"please," his voice begs, "i was bein' selfish and mean, i'm sorry, baby. please."
he's trembling against you but his grip around you doesn't falter, doesn't let you slip. you slump against him, breathing evenly.
"i don't—" love you anymore.
"i love you," he cuts you off. he knows what you'll say, and you won't mean it. he knows you won't, but he never wants to hear you say it.
"i love you," he says again. "'m sorry, baby. i'm sorry. i'll listen, yeah? i promise i'll listen, just don't—" his voice cracks and he exhales with a shaky breath, "didn't mean any of it. i'm sorry. don't go."
his hand keeps your head pressed against his chest, his face moving to bury at the crook of your neck—something he does whenever he's particularly vulnerable.
his voice is soft when he speaks again, "i'll never raise my voice to you again like that, i promise."
"please…" you croak, scared of your own voice, "don't be mean like that to me again…"
he shakes his head, "i promise, baby. didn't mean it."
you sigh, hesitant arms moving to wrap around his torso, making him tense up for a second before relaxing back against you.
"i'll make it up to you, yeah? i promise." he murmurs against your skin, and even like this, his hold on you doesn't relax—he keeps you there with him, scared that you'll withdraw from him.
you nod, though. just enough to make his trembling body against you relax for a little bit.
he tells you he loves you one more time, he promises. then he's bringing you to the bed, taking you on his lap, and with every drop of sincerity in his eyes, he's caressing your cheek and telling you he's sorry, sorry, sorry—with words he usually doesn't have, he's reassuring you that you're all he'll ever want, all he'll ever need.
because nothing really scares him more than the thought of losing you.
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you got asked out.
for the first time in about six months, you got asked out.
and your supposed enemy suna rintarou is not too happy about it.
to the world he was your rival, the one person you despised more than anything. to the world you two bickered endlessly, arguments built up on frustrations that had yet to receive any kind of closure or understanding. you weren't meant to work together, that's what the world was supposed to perceive.
but to you, he was your boyfriend, the boy you took a chance on six months ago, the boy who acts completely different towards you behind closed doors, the boy you decided to play a little game with, a game full of secrets and subtle teasing. he was the person you loved more than words could describe. yet no one else knew of that love, it made the game more fun after all.
to the world, you were single. but to him, you were his. sure, suna had his fair share of confessions considering his place on the volleyball team, but now it felt different when it came to you. no matter what, suna would always reject his admirers, but the thought of you getting asked out, even if you said no, made his blood boil. a secret relationship does come with some pros and cons after all. this was just a downside that both you and suna had to deal with.
right now though, suna wanted to kiss you in the cafeteria, just so he can show everyone who you belong to.
"so who's the boy?" atsumu asks with a smile.
"a kid in my calculus class," you replied. "he's really nice, offers help, lends the spare pencil on occasions."
suna made a mental note to visit your calculus class more, maybe then the boy would get the message.
"how'd he ask you out?" atsumu then asked.
you crossed your arms, "why do you want all the details?"
"because our little baby is going out on a date," he cooed.
and you only rolled your eyes, "for the record, i'm the same age as all of you."
"still a month younger than me," suna notes, eyes still stuck on his phone trying not to show his interest in the conversation in front of him.
"still the youngest," atsumu smirks.
you brush them off rolling your eyes, "anyway, he asked me out after class, dinner and everything," you replied.
"exciting," atsumu smiled.
"so did you say yes?" osamu asks.
the twins blink at you for a moment, silence lingering over the table and suna can't help but smile.
"you said no?" atsumu clarifies.
"i said no," you answered.
"why'd you say no?" osamu asks, less shocked than his twin brother sitting next to him.
you shrug, "i'm just not really looking for a relationship right now."
and suna suddenly feels an odd sense of pride.
"you're not?" osamu asks.
you shake your head, "i'm not."
"interesting," osamu hums before silence overcomes the table.
suna does his best to hide his small smile and he looks over at you, scrolling through your own phone as you took a sip from your water bottle.
god if no one else was here he'd kiss you.
"do ya have a boyfriend or something?"
the whole table turns to look at atsumu at his question, "i don't," you deny a bit too quickly.
"ya sure?" atsumu tries again. "i don't think you'd say no to him if you didn't have one."
and suna can see the slight panic in your eyes.
"i don't," you reply again.
"after all," suna cuts in. "who'd want to date a micromanaging freak?"
your eyes turn at the sound of his voice.
"rude," you roll your eyes, but suna knows you'll thank him for it later.
"apparently, calculus kid does," osamu nods.
"besides," you cut in once more. "i don't want a relationship right now."
that's right, suna thinks to himself, you don't want one because you belong to him.
you met suna's gaze from across the table as you gave him a small smile, and he still really fucking wants to kiss you in front of everyone. but he waits, going back to his phone only to see a text notification coming from you.
thank you <3
of course baby, he types, before stealing a quick glance at the twins, now engrossed in their own little argument. you look at him from across the table, laughing at the stupid insults they're barreling at each other.
we argue better you reply.
i think we do too he answers.
he looks at you quickly, seeing the smile on your lips as you watch the twins bicker.
god he still wants to kiss you.
so he caves, meet me on the roof?
and in the corner of his eye, he catches you laughing softly at his text.
i'll be there in 5 idiot
one day the world's going to know of your love. one day the world's going to know that you don't actually despise each other. one day your game will end and the world's going to know suna as your boyfriend. and until that day comes, suna hopes no one else asks you out, or he's going to end the game himself.
screams i love him
thanks for reading!! reblogs are incredibly appreciated mwah <3
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[ 9:37 P.M. ] - SUNA RINTARO
warnings: fem reader, smut, virginity loss
you excused yourself five minutes ago but after hearing your hum echoing through the bathroom door, suna assumed that you would be taking longer than intended and he must just entertain himself with whatever you left him in your room.
“hi.” suna heard your small, constricted, recorded voice mumble through the camera. he assumed you got the idea from atsumu, who was rambling about how therapeutic it is to rant in front of your laptop then record it for reference later.
suna’s problem is it’s not like there is anything new in your room. he has all your stuff memorized, having been your best friend in the last eight years, visiting this room like he’s much of an owner as you.
which is why he ended up here, lying on top of your bed, watching the first of the many videos you filmed of yourself. “i had a dream” he heard you continue.
“a wet dream” you cleared your throat as you throw your head back to your chair. suna wanted to laugh.
"god, why am i even filming this." you knocked on your head, a habit of yours to cope with embarrassment.
"i feel like a loser." you smiled and though suna have seen that smile thousand times before, there was something different about it now. he wanted to engrave it in his head.
"i-it's just.." you stammer nervously.
"it felt good." you sighed, closing your eyes as you crane your neck to the side, hands obviously shifting something below. "it felt real."
four million thoughts washed over suna all at once. what did you dream about? who were you thinking of? were you touching yourself when you were filming this?
"this is the first time i had it and i don't even know why-" you continued sharply, defensively trying to make sense out of whatever happened in your slumber.
"i was watching him wrap a tape on his fingers, a-and" you sighed, with your breath unsteady.
suna paused the video immediately playing a montage in his head, thinking back to every single opponent and every single teammate he encountered with tape wrapped around their fingers. he’s clueless as to what would he do if he found out, frustrated that there are already lots of prospects popping in his head.
"i thought what would that be like inside me." you whimpered and shuffled slightly in your seat.
was it that tall blonde boy from karasuno? tsukishima kei had tape on his middle and ring finger after their first set. or was it that rooster head from nekoma? suna remembered kuroo tetsuro having a tape maybe on his left hand. the memories were incomplete but he remembered a lot more.
what could you have seen in those boys? if you did actually dream about them, suna thought, why? it’s not like those boys know you better than he do. it’s not like those boys will take care of you more than he already do. it’s not like they can please you like he can-
you quickly slap a hand to your left cheek and mumbled "what the hell am i doing?" as you turn off your webcam.
“rin!” you called him. the actual you called him, with your hair wet and your shampoo’s scent lingering in the room. “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
you closed your laptop and pulled it away from him as he sits up comfortably in the plush of your bed. “how much did you watch?” you asked him, with your face red in shame.
“not much.” suna looked up to you, licking his lips as he calculate what he must say, what he must do.
he wanted to assure you that he wouldn’t tell anyone, he’s not a snitch. he wanted to assure you that he would just forget about it, forget that he seen your hands looking like it’s reaching for your core, forget that you were getting yourself off with dirty thoughts about someone he probably knew. but he can’t.
he wanted to scratch the thought out of your pretty head. “who is it?” he finally asked.
“none of your business.” you answered. and you were wrong, because everything about you is suna’s business. it was like an unwritten pact that suna signed with whoever deity. what you smile about is what he works for. what you cry about is what he fights with.
what takes you, his innocent girl, unhinged and squirming — searching for someone’s touch is something he yearns to know.
suna stood up from the comfort of your sheets and walked towards you, eyeing you with a daunting look. “i’m going to ask one more time,” he said with his voice more stern than before, his scolding voice as you call it.
“who did you dream about?” and you wished your eyes did not meet his, because the darkness of it did nothing but thump your already shaking heart. you looked behind him, then at the floor, then at the bottom of his feet, trying to avoid his gaze.
when he reached you, he held your chin, forcing your averting gaze back to him. he is getting his answer, no matter what it takes. “c’mon.” he whispered down your ear and you swore his voice could’ve melted you right where you stand.
“tell me.” he continued while his hands are busying themselves touching you in places that weren’t exactly foreign but the heat in suna’s hands were unfamiliar. it was invasive but still calculating, almost as if he was teasing something in you — trying to make you beg for more.
your breaths were ragged and shorter, unable to grasp the gravity of your situation and unprepared for your best friend’s prying touches.
“i told you rin, it’s none of your business. just forg-” you said, trying to escape.
“if you don’t want to tell me who you were dreaming about then just tell me what was he doing.” he cut off.
suna’s grip on your waist tightened then he brought it down your hips. “was he touching you like this?” he leaned in as he whisper over your mouth, fanning your lips with his hot breath.
he moved his hand back up, caressing your stomach, then your ribs, then the side of your boobs. “did he put his hand here?” he asked, as his big hands cover your tits and slowly squeezing, letting go, and groping again.
“rin-” you called upon him as you put your hands to his shoulder, not really knowing your intentions. suna’s touches were invasive but it was not unwelcomed. “what-”
suna cut you off again, this time with a kiss. his teeth were harshly biting your lower lip, then he comfort it with his tongue, then he softly nibble it with his own, dazing you along the way. his hands were smoothing your back and you don’t know if it’s to comfort you or to drive you even crazier.
he pulled away with a smirk, joyful that you didn’t push him away and drunk with the taste of your mouth.
“i’ll take this off.” his forefinger pulling at the clasp of your bra. “will that be okay?” he asked.
you nodded and your arms now circling on his neck, trying to pull him closer.
“how about this?” he asked again as he tug on the thickness of your hoodie. “i want to see you.” he continued with eyes wide in anticipation, pupils dilated like he’s high on the thoughts of you naked.
you nodded again, hesitant but willing to test the waters — to be seen by the boy who knows you best.
suna took off the cloth with a shaky hand still not certain as to where this is going to lead him, he was scared to butcher this friendship.
“how do i-” he asked, hands struggling to clasp your bra, confidence wavering as he feel closer somewhere dangerous, somewhere he’s never been to before.
you quickly took if it off on your own, turning to him once you’re done, throwing the cloth to the floor.
“pretty.” suna chuckled, hands back to grazing your upper body, lips back to seducing yours. he took a few steps with you until you feel the cold linen of your bed.
“take this off too.” you said as soon as you pull away from making out, pulling his shirt up and trying to see more of him too.
suna did as you requested, smiling and biting his lips down to contain the excitement. you put your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him back into your mouth. he pushed you lightly to your bed, knees kneeling in between your legs.
you pulled away, trying to inhale the air he took out of you. your eyes met briefly then he moved down with his nose tracing your cheek. when he reached your neck, he did the same thing he was doing to your mouth. bit, licked, nibbled and kiss — making sure he’d leave a mark, making sure you won’t forget.
but “don’t.” you told him. “don’t put a hickey there.” you pulled on his messy hair. “people are gonna see.” you said.
suna wanted to get mad and completely turn this around, leave you here (alone and unfinished) until you’ve forgotten the boy you dreamt about and all you will think of is him, all you will ask for is him-
“you could leave one here.” you interrupted his thoughts as you pointed your tits, bare and almost begging to be painted by him. “i-it’s also... it looks hotter.” you continued, ears and cheeks becoming beet red.
“huh” he mused, hands kneading your bare tits. groping, massaging, then pinching your nipples, eliciting a soft moan.
“why do you think so?” he asked while his knees pushing towards your core. he prayed you didn’t know because someone did it to you before.
“i-” you started. “saw it on my classmate.” you continued. “m-made me wish one day i’d have that too.” you continued, uncertain if what you’re saying is still right.
“your wish is my command, then.” suna said before taking your nipples into his mouth and licking the skin around it.
“but you have to grant my wish too.” he looked up at you. “i want people to see.” his hands squeezed the size of your waist and he pushed himself up to peck your lips.
“i’m going to put it here.” he kissed the cleavage of your breasts as he pushed your mound together. “and so the only people who are gonna see it,” he eyed you. “are those who are looking at what’s mine.” he finished.
“is that okay, angel?” he asked before busying himself in between your tits. “y-yes” you stammered with a moan.
suna’s hands moved down your shorts, gripping your sensitive thighs and purposefully avoiding your core. he moved his kisses down your stomach, leaving a trail of his saliva, until he reach your clothed core. he kneeled down the floor and bent your legs to flatten your feet at the edge of the bed. he touched you.
“you wetted your shorts.” he said, looking back at your nervous eyes. “why is that?” he asked. though he was smirking, his eyes never failed to intimidate you. he put his middle and ring finger at the center of your wetness, lightly at first but when your hips are bucking like it was longing for him, he added pressure.
“nngh, rin-” you moaned while gripping your sheets. “what?” he asked. “what do you want?” he whispered to your cunt trying to see how far you’d go.
“remove it.” you said while your hips are circling to feel more of the friction. he removed his hand. “my fingers?” he chuckled, “okay then.”
rintaro has always been a tease and you would always put up a good fight to not give into him. but right now, you can’t. all your thoughts were grounded on how much you wanted his fingers inside you.
“no.” you whined, elbows trying to pull yourself up to face him. “my clothes.” you said, unconsciously pouting.
suna chuckled while pulling your waist band down and removing the remaining pieces you have left, all in one go. and there you are, completely naked in front of him. he ran his hands down your slit, playing with the juices he caused. his tongue licked your the lips then your clit, tasting you and making you tremble.
“put it in.” you tapped on his hands that were holding your legs open. he got his tongue in first, testing and feeling your walls, then he obeyed. he put his ring and middle finger in, arching it inside you and trying to find your spot. when you closed your eye and threw your head back, he knew he found it.
“f-fuck.” he heard you say when he pulled his fingers out then slam it back in. he loved the way your walls gripped on him, loved the tightness of it. he loved how much wetter you got. he loved your right hand reaching for him while the other is holding tight on a pillow. your red face is turned to the side and your mouth is open but when whimpers are coming out, you bite it back with your teeth.
“you wanna make a sound?” he asked while standing back up, fingers never leaving yours. he leaned his body on top of you, his face aligning with yours.
“go ahead. make those beautiful sounds. it’s just us here.” he smiled while his free hand brought itself to your hips.
“aaah” you moaned when his fingers coil inside of you. you looked down at how he’s maneuvering inside you but you got distracted at his topless body just a few inches away from yours. you saw his tenting crotch and abs tight as if holding something inside.
you draw your eyes back to his chest, slightly red and looking iron-clad, his protruding adam’s apple, the strong forearm at the side of your head.
at that moment you hoped there were words beautiful enough to describe suna but since your mind is almost empty in pleasure, you settled in reaching his face and kissing him again with your lips. you tried to do what he was doing earlier, the biting, sucking, licking and nibbling but more moans are trying to escape your mouth as you feel your stomach wanting to release.
“rin! i’m- aaah- fu- fuck, i-” you called him, eyes closing and face contorting. “i know.” he said, aware that you’re about to cum, with your walls feeling like it’s closing in.
“i w-want you- aaah” and you felt yourself explode on his hand, releasing juices thicker than before.
“i know, i know.” suna said while kissing your forehead, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. there is a comfortable silence for a minute or so, and suna is slowly getting pulled back to the reality.
“i want you inside me.” you said as soon as your breath got steadier. “what?” he furrowed his brows. “i want this-” you reached your hand to his stomach then down his clothed cock, sending shivers down his spine. “inside me.” you looked up to him.
you pulled his bands down as he was standing back up, eager to see more — feel more. he removed his boxers and there he is, big and lengthy. you wasted no time in putting your hands around it, gripping it and fluttering suna. you opened your mouth and licked the tip but he cupped your face with his hands.
“you can do it next time.” he said, really hoping you’d remember to return the favor. he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed and his fingers spread out the wetness of your pussy from your earlier but he still spit on it, dampening it much more.
the tip of his dick is brushing over yours and your cunt tightened on nothing yet, anticipating any forms of sensation that you would feel for the first time.
“you want it in?” he asked while leaning to your face, hips circling itself to tease you some more.
“yes.” you croaked, no longer caring how desperate you sounded.
“beg for it.” he smirked, hands slightly squeezing your jaws then the sides of your neck.
“p-please rintaro!” you cried, frustrated at the emptiness. “fuck me.” you whispered lowly while your hips are moving itself.
suna pushed his hips down, grunting at the tightness of your cunt. he can no longer focus at your voice mindlessly moaning and your nails scratching his back. he can’t feel the fear of losing to another boy, not when he feels your hymen break. he knew there’s no way he would let you go now.
“fuck! ah! ah!” you moaned. you feel like you’re in a different world, your ears are ringing, your vision is white and blurred. it’s as if nothing matters but suna’s slow and gentle thrusts in you. your lower body had a mind of its own with your hips trying to get more of suna’s heat and your calves wrapping itself with his body, your toes curling. your back was arching and you don’t know if it’s due to the bittersweet pain of something breaking inside you or it’s to demand for more.
“oh my god.” you mumbled when you feel suna pulling out and brushing your g-spot while doing so. “yeah?” suna asked, trying to make sure he got whatever you’re asking for more, trying to make this good for you as it is for him.
“yeah.” you nodded, somehow knowing what suna needed, what he was asking. you closed your eyes as you reach for the pillows above you. “open your eyes.” suna quickly caught on. “look at me. look at who you're giving your body to.” he said as his left hand hold the your wrists.
“does it hurt?” he asked softly, trying to not just rely on the wetness in between your bodies. you shook your head. “what do you want?” he questioned darkly, ready to prove himself to you.
and truly, you didn’t know. it’s like you forgotten all the words that was taught to you and you can only feel the heat of his dick pulsating inside of you making you want to crave for more. “fuck me harder.” you said, hands escaping his hold and pushing his butt towards your body.
“fuck me deeper.” you met his eyes, trying to plead him. “please, rintaro.” you begged.
suna followed, holding the back of your thigh for leverage and angling it to hit your spot more. he pulled out until only his tip is left inside and bottomed himself out as he drive forward. each thrust making sure he’s balls deep before moving back. he circled his hips trying to not leave any spots inside you left untouched.
he closed his eyes and threw his head back, unable to process the reality of how good this all felt, how complete. “fuck” he cursed deeply once he opened his eyes at the sight of you, drooling and gripping on the sheets, another hand holding your raised leg.
“so pretty like this.” he pushed himself down to your body, embracing your messed up form.
he kissed you for the sixth time tonight, hands intertwining themselves with yours. he never understood the people who spoke of sex so highly but with way your walls are gripping on his cock he knew he’d search for this again.
“you’re taking me so well.” he said. he wished he can make this moment last, if not forever, maybe for a few more hours. he can already feel the build up in his lower ab.
“ah! ah!” you moaned with him and he straightened your right leg and place it on his shoulder, trying to penetrate you deeper. “i- rin, i’m- fuck- what are you doing to me?” you asked, trying to hold his hand tighter, feeling like you’re being hypnotized.
but suna did nothing but pour his heart out. “i-i love you” suna grunted, letting go of your legs and letting his body collapse on you, letting his chest fall upon yours. he wanted to say it in a more romantic way and in a more romantic time. but is there anything more romantic than sharing your body with someone you love most? he thought.
“you're so good for me. i-i can’t hold much longer.” he said in between your pants. his fingers found your clit and he pressed into it, trying to make you cum with him.
“do it inside.” you said, eyes looking up at him. his thrusts became messier, now completely out of rhythm but every push in is sending waves over you until you you’re nearing your peak.
“r-ri- aah” you screamed as a wave of pleasure washed over you and streaks of heat are spurting from the inside, letting you know suna already came too.
“you okay?” suna asked while pulling out his softening member. you nodded, still dazed with what happened, what you two did — what he said.
suna reached out for the tissues you have at the side of your bed, taking care of the mess you two created and trying to avoid confrontation signaled by your prying eyes. he wiped off the cream pooling at the middle your legs but he’s still hesitant to touch you.
“hey, rin?” you said, holding his busy hands. his eyes avoided yours. “do you have another match with karasuno?” you asked and suna felt his heart drop to his stomach so he stood up and collected his clothes.
“no, we lost to them last time.” he tried to answer normally as he wear his boxers back on. “oh that was when you kept complaining about the your fingers, right?” you asked some more, trying to make him meet your eyes again.
“then you wore tape on it for about a week?” you smiled when he looked back at you in disbelief. you nodded, clearing all his jealousy and insecurity at once.
“you little shit.” he laughed, forgetting about dressing up and jumping back to the bed with you. maybe cuddling is more romantic than sharing your body with the person you love most, he thought.
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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐇𝐐 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄
## ft. miya atsumu, miya osamu, kuroo tetsuro, suna rintaro, sakusa kiyoomi, akaashi keiji
## a/n. i just knOW they are doing some stuff on purpose to make you blush
MIYA ATSUMU likes to stretch in front of you. he just knows that you are always goggling, mouth hung open at the way his muscles ripples at each stretch. atsumu knows that his near-translucent white sporting tee hugged every line of muscle on his back perfectly. “take a picture, sweetheart. it lasts longer.” he chimed over his shoulder, chuckling under his breath when he heard you shuffling away to hide your embarrassment.
MIYA OSAMU knows his portions. who would think that despite years in culinary school, he would still be 'accidentally' making extra portions? you did, but you take his food regardless. truth was, he scoured the internet for recipes, a new one each day with a different savoury taste in hopes of seeing you light up as you munch into it. as osamu cooks, his heart just melts at the thought of you bashfully accepting his food.
KUROO TETSURO likes to keep you close to him wherever the two of you were. his palm would ghost at your waist — the gesture itself was harmless as it provides you a slight bit of comfort. yet, kuroo still manages to get into your head as he draws little circles at the softness of your skin while he holds your waist.
SUNA RINTARO doesn't see a reason why you had to sit so far away from him. sure, a table for two usually has its persons facing each other but he would rather be next to you. you were interrupted from browsing through the menu as you felt a sudden jerk of your seat, the metal whining against the graphite floor as suna dragged your chair closer to his. he snuck a quick kiss to your cheek before pushing you back, your hand ghosting over the spot where he kissed you as you sat in your stunned state.
SAKUSA KIYOOMI, without a doubt, is a tall man — which is why he likes to bend down to until he is eye-level with you, especially when he couldn’t hear what you were saying. he would egg you on with a soft ‘pardon?’ as he tries to stifle his laughter when you were reduced to stammers. sakusa had the audacity to play dumb when his face was dangerously close to yours, mere inches away from kissing you right there and then, just because of how adorable you were.
AKAASHI KEIJI has developed the habit of pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear so that he could have a better view of your face. while your beauty knocks every last bit of breath in his lungs out of his body, his heart can’t help but to thrum wildly in his chest whenever you blush as he calls you pretty under his breath.
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