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#suna rintaro x reader
ryoccoon · 2 days ago
happily ever after | suna rintarou
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pairing; suna x fem!reader
warnings; periods, suggestive (and poor) pick up lines
genre; slice of life, domestic, fluff
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"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.
"Movie marathon?"
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:
"I'm home."
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:
"You good?"
"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;
"Absolutely not."
"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.
"Night, Princess."
And the three of you slept happily ever after.
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willowfolksong · a day ago
hi, so lately i’ve been more comfortable with my body, like when i go to the beach i wear a two piece bathing suit and i myself am chubby like rolls and thick thighs but i don’t hate it, so i was wondering if it’s possible to make a head cannon of the readers crushes finally seeing her in a two piece, like she wears loose clothing and one day she’s just like *BOOM* in a cute 2 piece bathing suit. preferably suna or tsukki
When they see you wearing a bikini for the first time
- Tsukishima Kei x Reader/Suna Rintaro x Reader
- SFW; slightly suggestive
a/n: hi @annitalahuefana !!!!! first of all, thank you for sharing how you feel with me. ❤ I'm genuinely glad that you feel more comfortable now, and I bet you look as beautiful as our dear Reader here, leaving this poor boys speechless! 😌 So here's your request! I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it! Let me know what you think and if you need me to change anything 😁❤
Willow ❄
Requests are open! ❄
Tsukishima Kei
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🏖 He never wanted to come in the first place. It's hot and and the sun gets in his eyes, and he never even liked the beach that much either. But you were coming, and he just wasn't going to let you go alone, especially when Tanaka and Nishinoya were also going to be there.
🏖 He's not the jealous type. He really isn't. He just likes to make sure there's no dumb head drooling over you. He likes that people know that you're pretty, but he prefers them at a safe distance from you. And to be honest, from him too.
🏖 And so there he is, sitting under the umbrella as he watches Hinata and Tobio arguing about something he can't hear — but it's probably stupid— with Asahi trying to calm them down. They haven't even started playing and they're already fighting. Tsukki eyes the makeshift sand court wearily.
🏖 Yamagushi comes running towards him in that moment, his hair sticking to his face and a huge smile on his lips. Of course he would like the beach. He's the type to enjoy this kind of things.
"Tsukki, are you not going to play?" he asks, out of breath, and Tsukishima feels your eyes on him from beside him.
"No" he deadpans, fixing his glasses.
"But we need another player! And even the girls are going to play!"
You pipe up in that moment, excitement evident on your voice "Yachi and Shimizu are going to play?"
You glance at him again, and this time, his eyes meet yours "I'm gonna go play too then"
"Really?" asks Yamaguchi, excited.
"Yeah! If Kei's not going to play... I will" you place your hand on his arm, squeezing lightly "You don't mind, don't you?"
Tsukishima scoffs "You can do whatever you want"
"Okay then!" Yamaguchi claps, sending him one last worried glance and running back to the others "Come on, hurry up!"
🏖 You stand then, stretching your arms over your head and letting your hair lose and— oh... you're taking your shirt off. Tsukishima actually shokes beside you.
🏖 He's never seen you without a shirt on. You're a big fan of loose clothes and baggy sweatshirts, and he actually think they look good on you... but this... this is something else. Nothing can compare to the way your bikini hugs your curves in the best way possible. Those thighs...
He can't stop himself from talking, his face burning hot "Where do you think you're going?"
You glance down at him with a frown "Ahm... to play? Remember? Yamaguchi just asked me?"
"Yeah... yeah, right"
You snicker, grabbing your phone to take a look at your reflection on the screen "Do you like my bikini, Kei?"
He clears his throat, feeling like his face could explode at any moment "It's... fine"
"Just fine?" you ask, twirling around and Oh...
Tsukishima wasn't expecting your butt to look so... incredibly delicious. And again, your tights look so plump that he would just...
He looks down at the sand, ready to bury himself in it "It's cute"
"Oh, well... that wasnt the kind of answer I was expecting. Guess I'll go and ask Yū what he thinks about it"
He stands up as quickly as he can to grab your arm before you can stalk away. You look back at him, fighting a smile, and your face immediately heats up too as he bends down to whisper in your ear.
"You look beautiful. I... really wish it was just the two of us now" he says, and you cover your mouth with one hand and look up to find his eyes staring intently at you from behind his glasses.
"And what would you do then? If there was just the two of us...?"
"Hey, guys!" Hinata screams then, waving at you both "Hurry up, we're starting!"
"Tsukki's not going to play!" Yamaguchi warns, but Tsukishima pushes his glasses up and firmly grabs your hand, dragging you forward with him.
"I changed my mind. I'm playing now"
🏖 There's no way he's going to let you play alone with the rest now that he saw you like this.... and he also wants to be there for when you run around and jump... just to take a good look.
🏖 On the ride back, when you finally fall asleep with your head on his shoulder, he keeps himself busy looking for bikinis on his phone. Maybe he can find a cute store and take you there while pretending he didn't knew anything about it.
Suna Rintaro
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📱 Practice is over, finally. He whines to himself, glaring at the twins still arguing about something he really doesn't care. They could have been done much earlier, if it wasn't for Atsumu and his insistence in 'Just trying it one more time'
📱 Suna is tired, and kind of hungry, but most of all, he really misses you. With the weekend right around the corner, he can't barely wait to be with you already. Maybe you'll stay home and watch some movies; maybe you'll drag him around the mall, going from store to store while he pretends he's not interested but secretly takes pictures of you everytime you do something cute. He doesn't care. He just wants to be with you.
📱 He eyes his phone on the bench next to him, and finally decides to send you a text saying he's done for the day. Sometimes you stay until late, your club activities keeping you busy, and the two of you can go home together.
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📱 He stops dead on his track when he sees the picture. It's you. In a bikini. Winking at him in front of a mirror.
"Is everything alright?" Kita asks him, and he puts down his phone so fast that his hand actually hurts.
"Why are you red like that?" Atsumu asks, his hands behind his head "You look weird"
"I said it's nothing"
📱 His heart beating fast, he waits for his friends to stop paying attention to him to look at the picture you sent him once more. He's never seen you wearing a bikini before. Actually, he's never seen you in nothing but sweatshirts and t-shirts. They look cute on you —specially when they belong to him— but this...
📱 He wants to be standing in front of the mirror with you, his hands roaming down your curves and leaving imprints on your waist. And your thighs, so plump and round... he wants them wrapped around his face. He wants to drown in them. He stops himself from texting you to turn around to instead ask for something else.
📱 You can't blame him, really. It's not beach season. He can't just take you to the beach in the middle of winter to see you wearing that. It has to be this way.
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makkisun · 2 days ago
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INARIZAKI / comfort fic.
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You were sitting on the gym floor, your knees pressed up to your body, and back resting flat against the wall. You were distressed, for your reasons.
"I do hope ya know yer enough." Atsumu said next to you, his eyes locked onto you.
"Do ya know how happy I am to know yer' someone in this world, how happy I am to know I could talk to ya right now?" He let out a small laugh. "Wow.. ya really are a cool person, yer more than enough."
He leaned forward to you slightly.
"I wouldn't replace ya with anything, or anyone. Ya belong here, yer everything anyone could ask for." The blonde spoke.
To the right, Osamu came and let his head rest on your shoulder. His gray hair slightly touching the side of your neck. He played with the white strings from his gray sweatpants.
"I'm so proud of ya." He mumbled, before lightly re-adjusting his head onto your shoulder to be more comfortable. "You've come so far... look at yourself now. Even if ya aren't, ya always have ways to become what ya what in the future." He turned his head, his gaze going from him fidgeting with the string to you. He's speaking to you.
"Remember that, alrighty? Yer.. ya should be proud of yourself. Past mistakes don't define ya now, yer mistakes now are okay, and mistakes in the future are things ya don't need to worry about." He reassured. "Future you will deal with that, and future you will deal with it right."
Aran appeared in front of Samu, his body facing you. There was a slight frown on his expression. He crossed his legs, letting his arms rest on his thighs. "Ya do know fighting for yerself is okay also, right?" He questioned.
You didn't respond.
"Ya ain't too 'sensitive', too weak, or a crybaby if something upsets you. If it upsets ya, it upsets ya. Obviously you'd wanna be the bigger person and handle the situation maturely, but.. ya gotta do stuff for yerself too. Those waves of emotions ya feel when something bad or good happens is valid. It's okay."
Suna came and sat next to Atsumu, his eyes still on his phone, tapping away.
"...And asking for help is fine." He said, his tone soft. "You aren't a burden, a bother, or whatever you think you are for wanting to feel better."
He shifted more towards you, moving across Atsumu's shoulder to repeatedly pat your ankle. "So talk to me, I'm all ears when you need it." He stopped, letting his hand lay flat. "I care about you, you know." He softly rubbed your anklebone in a circular comforting manner, before removing himself and continuing to stare at his phone.
And then finally, you heard two steps walk closer and then a looming shadow. Glancing up was none other than Kita Shinsuke himself. You both stared at each other for a moment, before the white haired boy leaned forward to rustle your head.
"Just keep on going, we love you." He told you, his lips forming to a small smile.
His words were simple and plain, but strong. There was no hesitation or lies laced between them. They were true.
And so, you did.
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mavrintarou · 13 hours ago
Lord Suna Rintarou [1]
Previously titled - When the Cherry Blossom Blooms. I did some slight changes. I'm cutting this mini-series down to two parts, was previously three.
Characters/pairing: Suna Rin x Y/N (f); Miya Atsumu x Y/N Warning: physical abuse; ridiculous society norms (I made it up but still); mentions of prostitution; s m u t (like lots of it)
Ochaya = tea house
(18+) Minors please, please, please don't read... I'd feel awful if you do.
You winced, dropping down onto your knees before Lord Suna Rintarou and whom you now know, Lady Suna Reina.
You were on your way back from the market when a rice bag went over your head and your hands were bound behind your back. You fought regardless until a fist landed against your jaw, knocking you out.
The rice bag over your head is jerked off and you’re blinded by the last sunlight of the day. Above you the wind blows a few cherry blossoms leaves at you.
“That’s her, onii-chan.” Lady Reina sneer, “she’s the one who made my favorite kimono dirty and gave me this black eye.”
Lord Suna diverts his gaze back at you, his eyes roam over your face before he says, “you know I could have you hanged for touching a noble member?”
You remain silent, that was your best option. You flex your jaw, feeling it ache terribly. It wasn’t broken, at least.
A hand gently lifts your chin upward and you winced. You looked straight into Lord Suna’s green eyes. His eyes narrowed down at you, “who hit her?”
“Uh… I did, my Lord.” Your eyes dart quickly at the guard. “She had struggle too much… and we couldn’t control her so… I did… what was best.”
He turns his attention back to you, “why did you touch my sister?”
“Because she bullied an innocent child for accidently running into her and then proceed to insult the child even after they had apologized.”
His brow rose and he turns to look at his sister whose eyes shown guilt and fear. “I… I forgot to mention that part,” she mumbles nervously.
Lord Rintarou’s eyes shut momentarily as he sighs deeply, “I apologize, my sister… she is troublesome.” He takes a step back and orders the guards, “release her.”
“Onii-chan, you’re just going to let her off like that?!”
He points a finger at her, “you are banned from leaving the premises alone for the next month. I’m tired of the trouble you have caused me.”
She glared at you before stalking away.
The ropes tied around your wrist drops and you rub the raw burned skin from the many attempts to free yourself.
“Fetch me the aid kit.”
You lift yourself up and turn to leave when a hand grabs your elbow. “Wait.”
You jerk away, “don’t touch me.”
The guard launches forward, “how dare you speak –“
Your fist moved fast and landed an uppercut punch before he could finish his sentence. He stumbled a few steps back before eyes rolling back and collapsing. You eyed the other guard who is completely shocked at what just happened.
Lord Rintarou raised his hands in surrender.
“Am I free to go?”
With his hands still held up he asked, “may I guide you back?”
Your head cocks to the side, “no you may not. I’ll be fine.” You turn your heels and freeze, everything before you look like a maze. “How do I get out of here?”
. .
“What is your name?”
You wanted to tell him that he did not need to worry about a peasant class person like you but refrained from saying it. “My name is Y/l/n Y/f/n, my Lord,” you answered quietly.
“I’m sorry my little sister caused you trouble,” he said softly.
“You have nothing to apologize for, my Lord. I should apologize, I didn’t mean to… punch her in the face. I will accept the consequences for touching Lady Reina.”
He remains silent but continues to walk beside you.
You stopped and turned to face him, “this is good enough; I can find my way back.”
When you had no idea how to get out of his property, he chuckled and led the way to his gates and followed you for more than 10-minutes now.
He stepped forward and you became aware of exactly howclose he is to you. You kept your posture and eyes on him.
You are alerted the moment his hand slowly raised, and it touched your cheek, “I will punish him for touching you. No man should hit a woman.” You almost leaned into his touch but caught yourself. “This does not take back the pain he inflected on you, but I never ordered him to hit you. I merely said, ‘bring her to me.’” His thumb rubs your cheekbone and oddly, it was nice to have his cold hand against your aching cheek.
Lord Suna’s sharp eyes are distinctive. He is lean and incredibly tall- like many nobles, his hair is tied up into a bun at the top of his head. You’ve seen him once or twice at the ochaya-house but never made eye contact or conversated with him.
Realization hit you and you take a step back, his hand freezing in midair where he was just touching you. “The night is cold, my Lord, you should return.”
“What kind of Lord would I be to allow a lady to walk alone late now?”
“If I can punch my Lady’s guard and knock him out, you have nothing to worry about.” You bowed quickly before walking away.
. .
The moment you stepped into the ochaya-house; your aunt’s eyes widen. “What happened to you?” You flinched when she touches your face and examines it. She runs her hand along your body, “who hurt you?”
“I’m fine,” you assure with a lopsided smile. Your sisters, your geisha sisters, all look at you with worried eyes and you smile assuring them silently that you are fine.
It was some convincing before your aunt finally rest the subject. She shooed everyone back to their rooms and station before forcing you to sit so she could apply ointment to your face.
“Lord Miya has been waiting for you, he was about to send his guards to find you.”
You rolled your eyes, “is he drunk again? Tell him to go home.”
You’ve made acquaintance with Lord Miya Atsumu a few weeks ago when he arrived at the ochaya-house quite drunk. He was a regular customer here but that particular day when you made eye contact with him at the front counter, his eyes sparkle.
He stalked towards you drunk and you straighten up, alert. He traps you against the wall, “so, who are you? I haven’t seen you before…” his tone is full of flirtation.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, you’ve met Lord Miya manytimes. He would often come a few times in a week requesting for your best friend Kiko who is a geisha but provided other services as well.
“Lord Miya, I think you have mistaken, we have met many times.”
He lowers his head until he’s eye level with you, “yes, but you won’t tell me your name...”
You are positive that he knew what your name is. “I am no geisha, just an counter assistant, you don’t need to worry about me, my Lord.” You smile.
His next movement has you stunned; he drops his head onto your shoulder and groans. “Don’t smile at me like that.” Your body tensed as he mumbles, “I’m happy… I’m happy you’re not a geisha or more… because I want you all to myself.”
Only a handful of the regular customer’s knew that the ochaya-house your aunt operated and the geisha she employed would offer more than just entertainment. It was at the geisha’s own comfort if she choose to advance more service and whatever amount she earned was all hers to keep.
Lord Miya seek you out every time he arrived. Always asking if you would join him for the night. And always, your answer was no.
Every geisha drooled over him, wishing he choose them.
“He really likes you,” your best friend, Kiko teases. “He only chooses me every night, but he doesn’t touch me, he likes to ask me about you, and he knows that you’re always on the watch for me.”
You look at your aunt with tired eyes, “I had an eventful day, I’m going to rest for the night.”
She nods and you walk past her to take the back door to the stairs when you spot Lord Atsumu standing against the wall with his arms crossed.
He is upset, his jaw is tensed and sharp, sharper than usual.
You exhale softly, needing to deal with him regardless. “Good evening, my Lord.” You bow your head, “please excuse me, I’m going to retire for the night.” You send him a lopsided smile, hoping he wouldn’t question anything.
When he doesn’t respond, you take a step around him, but he blocks your path and growls, “who touched you?”
For someone who is always taking every opportunity to tease and flirt with you, it was shocking to see this side of him.
You opened your mouth but nothing came out and so you uttered, “it’s a long story but there nothing to worry about, my Lord.”
He inhales, chest rising, “I’m going to ask one more time,” his eyes lock with yours, “who touched you?”
In the short amount of time that you’ve known Lord Miya, he will never let something go if he has his mind set on it. If he wants it, then he gets it, there’s no use to fight with him.
Lord Miya is a ball of headache, and you didn’t have the energy to endure it tonight.
You rub your forehead before answering quietly, “it was the guard of Lady Suna.”
“Lady Suna? As in Lord Suna Rintarou’s younger sister?”
You nod your head. “I took care of it, do not worry.”
His whole demeanor changed instantly, his eyes soften, and he takes a step closer to you. His hand raises to barely touch your bruised cheek, “how can I not worry when it comes to you?”
Your heart skipped thrice as fast.
. .
The following morning, you seat yourself beside Kiko, aware of all the eyes on you. “Why is everyone looking at me?”
Kiko sips her miso soup before responding, “you were the talk of the night, Lord Suna came in requesting for you.” She wiggles her brows at you, leaning onto your shoulder. “Lord Miya and Lord Suna… what have you’ve done to these men to have them both falling at your feet?”
“He came here?!” You nudged her off your shoulder, “I’ve done absolutely nothing to them. You of all should know I lay as low as possible.”
“Low beneath them?” Your eyes glare at your best friend and she giggles, “Lord Suna left as soon as you left home, but he was requesting for you. I don’t think he knows you’re not a geisha.”
. .
You were hand washing your clothes when another geisha came to you, “Lord Miya Atsumu is here for you, I have him waiting in the main room.”
You looked at Kiko who’s just as surprised as you. It has been a few days since you last saw him.
It isn’t normal for nobles to come to the ochaya-house during the day. Or at least, not that you were aware of.
You dried your hands and quickly muttered to Kiko you’ll be right back.
Outside the main room, you made a quick announcement before entering.
You bowed, “good afternoon my Lord.” You stand straight, “how can I help you?”
You notice he’s frowning… and eyes are set somewhere else.
That’s when you realized what you were wearing. It was an old yukata you altered above your knees, that is now at mid-thighs to you. It would be too revealing for any outsider to see. You only wear it on laundry days.
Your naked legs were bare for him to feast on.
You were about to bolt out the room when he shouts, “wait!”
The way the light hit in the room, you can see his shadow coming closer to you and it towers over you. He so close, you can feel him pressed against your backside. “Can I… can I request… for you tonight?” Your breath hitched and he quickly adds, “I just want your company, so, may I request for your company tonight?”
“I’m not –“
“I know you’re not,” he cuts you off, the tip of his nose buries into your loose braided hair. “Which is why… I’m requesting tonight you meet me outside of the ochaya-house as you, just you?”
. .
“So, what did you say?!” Kiko and a few other close geishas all had their attention on to you. Everyone surrounds around you and your bucket of soaked clothes.
“I said, tell me the place and time and I will try to come.”
They all gasped, “how could you? I would have said, let’s go right now!”
You look at Kiko grimly, “I know you would have said that, but me, I still have my clothes to wash.”
Words went around the okiya fast. Everyone pestered you about your answer, whether you were going to meet him or not. Your aunt even released you of duty tonight so you can go meet him.
“I like him.” She tells you, combing your hair.
Looking at her through the mirror, you rolled your eyes. “Of course, you would, he’s a sore to the eye.”
She gasps, “I’m offended for Lord Miya, he’s not a sore, he’s definitely a sight to the eye.” She sets the comb down, “do you know Lord Suna Rintarou?”
You turn around, “not really, why?”
“He came in the other day,” you nod your head, you knew that much. “He requested for you, but I told him you are not part of the list of geishas and for him to pick another girl. He insisted on you and was willing to pay thousands of yen for you.”
“Like…” you look at your aunt with confusion, “to sleep with me?”
Your aunt, your only surviving family left, pushes your hair behind your ear. “You do not need to worry about him.”
. .
You refused to wear anything formal to meet Lord Miya. Your sisters gave you an earful until you changed into something they all approved. In the end, you left your home in a simple navy-blue kimono held together with a silver sash and your hair in a loose updo.
You see Lord Miya sitting in the corner of a high profile teahouse. As if you two planned on it, he is also in a navy-blue kimono with a black haori and as usual, his blond hair cleanly combed.
He was just about to sip his tea when he must of have sensed your presence and looked up. He smiled and gave you a court nod.
“I really thought you weren’t going to come?” His smile is charming, “you look different today.” He gesture for you to sit across from him.
You seat yourself in front of him. It felt out of place for you to be there with someone like him. “I wasn’t –“ you were cut off when someone called out Lord Miya’s name.
You didn’t have to look to know whose voice that belonged to.
Annoyance immediately washed over his face as he looks past you. You remained where you are, not bothering to face the young Lady. “Lady Reina, what are you doing here?”
“Who… are you here with?”
With every polite bone in you, you turned around and bowed your head and greeted, “good evening Lady Reina.”
Her eyes widen at you, and she looks back and forth at you and Lord Miya, “Lord Miya, you’re here… with her?”
“Reina, what are you –“ Lord Suna Rintarou turns the corner and halt, his sharp eyes on you and Lord Miya before quietly greeting, “Miya and Y/n…” he nods his head at you both.
You nod your head in return, exhaling quietly. Why did the air feel so heavy?
Lord Suna clears his throat. “Come, we have somewhere to be.”
Lady Reina pouts before walking away. Lord Suna stood still, looking directly at you for a few seconds. “You will meet me at my compound tomorrow, I thought of a punishment for you.”
. .
The rest of your remaining time with Lord Miya was ruined. Even if you did try to engage with Lord Miya, your mind kept falling back on Lord Suna’s last words.
What was your punishment?
A large hand touched yours from across the table. “Do not fear, I will talk to Lord Suna.”
You knew the meaning behind his words, he would try to talk Lord Suna from punishing you.
You gave him a nod, silently thanking him.
Even if Lord Miya could not help you escape from this punishment, you will still have to own up to your own fault.
The evening was cold, and Lord Miya insist on walking you home. You tug the pin that held your hair up and shook your head until your hair fallen loose to cover your ears.
A hand locked around your shoulder and tugged you over. You nearly tripped on your feet as you collide into Lord Miya’s side. “I’ll keep you warm.”
You attempt to pull away, but he held you still, “Lord Miya, this would not look appropriate if anyone –”
“It’s late, who is going to be out… here?”
You frown at his speech and followed his gaze to see Lord Suna standing no more than 20-feet away. Was that a scowl on his face?
You shove Lord Miya and quickly composed yourself.
“Suna, what are you doing here at this time?”
You silently gasp, you have noticed that they’ve been informal with each other. Feeling the atmosphere is tense, you bow to Lord Miya, “I’ll take my leave now, thank you for your treat tonight. Have a goodnight, my Lord.”
Lord Suna is now standing on the opposite side of Lord Miya and right beside you. “Can I have a word with you, in private?”
Your stare at him puzzled, “won’t I see you tomorrow?”
“I changed my mind,” he looks down at you, his mouth opens but he gets disrupted by another voice.
“Lord Miya and Lord Suna, what are you guys doing out this late?”
To your left you can hear Lord Miya inhales sharply, “Lord Kita, I was just walking Y/n-chan here back home.”
“I was going to have a conversation with Y/n-chan,” Lord Suna answers quietly.
You have no idea who this Lord Kita is, but you felt intimidated by this silver hair man.
“Good evening, Lord Kita,” you greeted quietly. A smaller figure peeks behind him, his Lady? She smiles at you, and you bow your head.
You felt little under his gaze, but he nods his head at you.
You turn slightly to Lord Miya, “I am going to have a word with Lord Suna. Thank you for tonight and I’ll see you… next time.”
Lord Miya did not seem to hear you, he is glaring straight at Lord Suna.
“Is there something wrong here?” Lord Kita inquire, stepping in between.
“Nothing,” Lord Suna answers sharply, turning his attention to you. “Ready to go?”
He doesn’t wait for you to answer and grabs your hand, leading you in the opposite direction of your home.
It was ten minutes of silence, and he held your hand the entire time.
Your surrounding became unfamiliar, where was he taking you?
“Lord –“ you words cut off as he spins around so fast and jerks against his chest.
“Are you sleeping with Miya?”
“What?” you snapped, eyes piercing yours. You jerk and push against him but failed. “Let go this instant.”
In a flash, you’re pinned against the concrete wall. He was quick and easily pinned both your wrists above your head with one of his large hands.
His body was much larger than yours, pinning you against the wall is effortless.
His other hand grips your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “Don’t do anything stupid, you know very well, if you do anythingmy words are higher than yours.”
His threat is full of truth and all you can do is glare at him.
His hand eases at your jaw and he lowers his head so he’s eye level with you. “I’m going to ask again, are you sleeping with Miya?”
“No,” you growl.
He lets out what sounded like a sigh.
The back of your head smacks against the concrete wall hard but you’re frozen on the spot as Lord Suna’s mouth is on yours.
His lips move shamelessly against yours before he mutters, “open your mouth.”
You remained silent, sealing your lips tighter if anything.
Something sparks in his eyes, and he smirks before kissing you again. His teeth nips your lower lip hard. You wince and cry out as he slips his tongue past your lips. He let’s go of your wrists and holds your face in a death grip.
Your wrists drop by your side, refraining from jabbing your fists into his stomach.
Your eyes shut tightly. It’ll be over soon.
Lord Suna’s lips soften on yours, his tongue danced with yours in a silent tune. He’s making your head spin and body flushed in heat.
A soft moan echoes from your mouth and you’re clinging on to him.
He pulls away and you’re both breathless. Your lips are numb, and you feel faint.
You look at the smear red blotch at the corner of his mouth.
His forehead knocks against yours and he cups your cheeks. One thumb grazes your busted lip, and you wince. He pecks your lips gently, silently apologizing.
“Share my bed,” he whispers.
You sink his request in before quietly asking, “is this my punishment?”
Something flickers in his eyes and finally he answers, “yes.”
“And I will owe you nothing afterwards?”
Without hesitation, “fine.”
. .
Your hand tightens around the edges of kimono Lord Suna provided you. You entered into what looks to be his private bathroom.
He’s sitting in the large tub with his back facing you.
Your aunt is a retired oiran that was once a geisha in her early years. She has raised you since you were young and was aware that she would disappear most nights.
It wasn’t until you 8-years old when you walked in on your aunt having sex with one of her clients.
Since then, she kept you out of that society as much as she could.
But now as an almost 24-year-olds, you have yet to experience any sort of intimacy.
Just an hour ago, your first kiss was stolen…
And now you are going to give your virginity away to have your life spared.
“Join me in the tub.”
The night was cold as steam emitted from the hot water.
You walked over to the other side of the tub to face him. He rests his arms on the ledge of the tub, watching you with hooded green eyes. His hair is down and is long, resting on his shoulders.
Your hands tremble as you slip off the thin kimono, dropping and pooling at your feet. You grab the ledge of the wooden tub and stepped in.
“Come here.”
You tread over and his hands shoot to tug you onto his lap. Your hands darts to grip his shoulders and an audible gasp leaves your lips. His bare chest is pushed against yours and your nipples harden immediately.
His eyes shift along your body and his lips comes down to kiss you briefly before they hungrily move to your jaw and neck, nipping at every chance.
Your head naturally tilts back to allow him access as his tongue licks along your neck to your collarbone.
Beneath the water, his hand is pushing your thighs apart and the tip of his finger slides along your pussy. Your legs clamp down on his hand, but he pushes them open and pushes a finger past your folds.
“My… Lord…” you gasped, tensing against his body.
Your nails digging into his shoulder as he chuckles against your throat. “Relax.”
He withdraws his finger, and you sigh at the emptiness, but it wasn’t long before he pushed it back inside of you, and repeating.
Your jaw drops and your breath quickens.
Lord Suna growls and has you straddling his lap instantly, your knees on each side of his thick thighs. Your chest is out of the water and at level with his face- giving him the opportunity to take a nipple into his mouth and suckles.
Your hands still grip his shoulder for leverage and you shamedly rocked your hips on his finger. He adds another finger and you flinched for a second before adjusting.
You bite your lower lip, holding in the lewd moans that’s trying to escape.
Lord Suna releases your battered nipple and glances up at you with the same hooded eyes, “touch me.”
Confusion stamped all over your face and he takes your hand off his shoulder and plunges it back onto the water, your small hand touches something and he guides your hand to grasp it. “Touch me.” He tells you again and you understood.
You lower yourself slightly to have a better angle to stroke his cock. His head falls back, his Adam’s apple throbbing and poking out definably.
His hand that’s still fingering you withdraws and pressing down on the sensitive nub and rubs roughly. You almost doubled over him, gasping.
Lord Suna lifts his head, and his hands grip your waist and pull you against him. Your hand releases his cock, and they grip the edge of the tub.
He keeps his eyes locked with yours as he fumbles below the water. He guides your hips down and you feel something much thicker poking where his fingers were.
Your body trembles you sink down on his cock. You fall forward against Lord Suna, holding on to him as his cock stretches you in ways you’ve never imagine before.
Kiko once told you that the first time will hurt but it’ll get better.
He pushes you away from his chest and grips your jaw and kisses you fiercely.
A string of saliva dingle from his mouth to yours when he pulls away, “ride me.”
You grip his shoulders again and using it as leverage as you lift yourself and lowering yourself back onto his cock. Each time it got easier and smoother.
Lord Suna’s face is buried between the valley of your breast and suddenly notice all the blotches of bite marks on your chest.
Your moans were slowly getting louder as you would lower yourself each time on his cock.
You yelp at the sudden pain from your chest as he releases your nipple. He gives you no warning as he shoves you down on his cock and hooks his arms under your knees, lifting you out of the water. Your arms lock around his neck and he carries you out of the tub.
Quiet whimpers echo off your lips with each step he took, his cock thrust with each movement.
With his foot he slides open a different door that you came in earlier.
You glance at this room and instantly knew it was his private chamber.
He carries you over to his futon mattress and lays you down, disregarding your wet bodies.
“My Lord, we’re still –”
He silences you with a kiss and rolls his hip, hitting you deeply that you accidently bit down on his lip. He pulls away with wide eyes before smirking. He grabs both your legs and pushes them forward, bending you in half.
Your moans echoes loudly before you cover your mouth with your hands.
He hooks your leg over his shoulders and grabs both your hands, locking them down beside your head as he begins to pound into your pussy fast, his hips snapping and slapping yours.
“My L—ord—”
“Rin.” He growls, “call me Rin.”
Tiny tingle fills your lower abdomen, and it gets stronger by the second. Lord Suna’s thrusts are becoming erratic, and his moans are becoming louder.
“Say my name,” he orders. His long hair falling over his shoulders and the ends touch your face..
At last, “Rin,” you breathed, falling over the edge as you tremble helplessly below him.
He drops, kissing you, teeth clinging and tongue dancing as he manages one last thrust before cumming.
. .
You’re not sure how long you have been staring at Lord Suna sleep.
His face rest facing you with an arm tucked underneath your neck and the other wrapped loosely yet heavy over your waist. His long hair laid lusciously fanned over his shoulder while you surely believe yours is proof that last night, Lord Suna Rintarou took you to the moon and back.
Beneath the layers of clothing, you would have never guessed that Lord Suna possessed such wide shoulders, strong arms, and thick thighs.
The early break of dawn is trying to peak through his closed windows and that was your sign you needed to leave.
You gently lift his hand off your waist and try to slide your leg from underneath his. You sat up, wincing at your aching body. You looked around, observing his chamber for any sort of clothing. He had a wardrobe at the other side of the room.
Quietly, you crawled away and carefully, stood up.
Your legs wobbled and attempted to take the first step when something slimy and liquidity drips between your legs. Glancing down, milky white fluids seeps down your inner thighs. You made the mistake of widening your legs to have a better look with a glob of it drops on the floor.
You cringe in disgust.
You spot a kimono robe by the door and limp towards it. You wrapped it around yourself and before you opened the door, you glanced at Lord Suna, who is still in the same position where you left him.
Quietly closing the door behind you, you entered the bathroom chamber again and see the other door you first entered in.
Your heart nearly stopped seeing Lady Reina standing before you, holding your pile of clothes with a confused look.
She raised a brow at you, “you,” she points an accusing finger at, “why are you… coming out of onii-chan’s… private chamber?”
You weren’t sure how you were going to explain yourself.
“Reina, please give her-her clothes.”
Every hair on your body stuck up at the sound of Lord Suna’s voice coming from behind you.
Lady Reina glances between the two of you for a few seconds before walking up to you and handing your items to you and turns away.
A hand wraps around your waist and nose sniffing your messy hair, “why didn’t you wake me up?”
You turned around a jerked out of his hold, you made the mistake to glance down and eyes widen seeing his naked body. Your eyes shut and you hear the door slide shut.
His lips kisses yours and you turned away, opening your eyes, “please leave me to dress.”
He chuckles and takes a step back, “kiss me first.”
You glare at him in disbelief, but he wasn’t going to let you go until you do as he wished.
You lean on the tip of your toes, but barely reached his lips at him standing straight, watching down at you with amusement.
Pushing yourself against his chest, you pull his shoulders, one hand going around the back of his neck and forcing him to lean down. Your lips landed briefly on his before his hands locked around your body, the more you push the harder he held you. His mouth moved hungrily over yours, tongue mingling with yours. His teeth nips your lip again and you jerk away, catching your breath.
He finally lets you go, “go change in my room.”
You didn’t need to be told twice.
. .
Your aunt shouts your name, pulling you back to reality. She grabs your shoulders, examining you. “Where have you’ve been? Why are you disappearing without telling me anything? Lord Miya returned yesterday to look for you and we all were confused- we thought you were with him? We’re you not?” Her eyes search your face, and she whispers, “were you with Lord… Suna?”
Your silence was her answer.
“Correct, she was with me all night,” another voice confirmed.
Your eyes shut tightly, shoulders sinking upon hearing hisvoice.
He gave you some time to change in private. You could see his shadow lingering outside of his bedroom door as he tells you to hurry up every thirty-second or so.
After securing your kimono in place you quietly open another door, seeing it led out to a hallway. You took your chance and escaped.
“Here,” Your eyes widen seeing Lady Reina, who is holding your shoes out to you. “I don’t know what your relationship is with my brother… but you must mean something to him if he brought you here.”
You aren’t sure what she meant by that or aren’t sure of the sudden change in her demeanor, but you thank her, again, and leaving the Suna compound.
And now, he had the nerve to follow you back.
You turned around, “we’re done.”
A brow raised at your comment and his lips curve in a taunting smile. “No, we are not.”
Last night, you witnessed a different side to him, not that you knew him well enough to have seen anything else otherwise… but he showed compassion and actually genuinely smiled at you when you both finally collapse after a few rounds. That was the last thing engraved in your mind and you questioned just how lovely his smile was.
Your aunt pushes you behind her, “what have you’ve done to her?”
You are tired and exhausted and absolutely sore. Walking back… or more like limping back took a toll on you. Your hand tugs on her sash, “it’s nothing, let’s go inside.”
He calls your name, and you look towards him. His eyes locked with yours before he looks at your aunt, “she has gifted me her innocence and I am here to ask you for her hand in marriage.”
Anyone that was within radius heard him and began whispering.
Every bone in you is livid but you took a deep breath, “leave. Now. I don’t to see your face.”
“I do not approve your request.” Your aunt speaks, “I will take care of her honor, you may leave Lord Suna and please do not return ever again.”
The corner of his lips curve, “I’m afraid I cannot do that. After the many times last night, I am sure… she is already with child. I will not allow my heir to be without my care.” Your aunt gasps. “We willmarry, whether you approve or not, as a noble, I am merely letting you know respectfully.”
Lord Suna looks straight at you with a soft yet dangerous expression. “I will come back for you, in the meantime, take care of yourself so our child will be strong. I will have my guards stationed here so, don’t think of running away again. I am aware of what you’re capable of doing.”
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soliloqquist · 3 hours ago
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lazy weekends — ft. suna rintarou ▷ content: fluff, very very tiny bit suggestive. ▷ a/n: likes and reblogs are appreciated! i'm very new on here, so if you wanna be moots just hmu! (i need friends ty)
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suna groans into your neck when your phone rings, and as you try to push away from the hold he has on you so you can turn off the alarm, he wraps his arms tighter around you and pulls you back in.
"rin." you sigh, the sleep having left you after laying there and listening to the same alarm go off for the fourth time, snoozing itself and coming back ten minutes later. "can i please. turn it off."
he doesn't answer, instead cuddling even closer into you and exhaling into your skin, eyes shut. you shoot him a glare, even though he couldn't see it. "rin, come on."
"no." he mumbles, finally. it's muffled, because his lips are pressed against your neck still, and his voice is thick and hoarse with sleep - but you manage to pick up his words. "you'll just get up and leave. then it gets cold."
he's so incredibly clingy and looks so childish - and cute, but you're pissed so you push that thought aside - that it's almost difficult to think he'd been so mean last night.
"i need to pee." you mutter, tugging at a strand of his hair.
"sure," he responds in another mumble, unmoving. you sigh, helpless, knowing that your whining for him to let go of you could get as loud as it could, and he'd still ignore it in favor of relishing as long as possible in your warmth and the comfort of your shared bed.
he was always like this on weekends. through the week, as you got through your individually busy and tiring schedules, your bodies and minds would slowly drift towards a longing for the weekend to come, partially for the relief from exhaustion and partially for finally getting the chance to be together again.
with him being a professional athlete, his days were all packed with practise matches and appointments and checkups - and you were yourself a busy person with an equal amount of duties to attend to.
getting two days all to yourself, you wanted to spend as much time as possible with your boyfriend, too.
but the thing was that while you wanted to go out with him, drive over to see the sunrise, have brunch at a beachside restaurant, maybe go see a concert or something - all suna wanted was to sleep in.
you would argue about it sometimes, and most of the time, he'd win. not because he vetoed your wishes, but because he would always do this.
"do you want me to pee on the bed?" you threaten, and he's unfazed, as usual - giving you only a soft hum in reply that could be a yes or a no or a soft snore, you couldn't tell.
defeated, you flop back onto the pillows and let him steal all your warmth.
as you stare down at him, you see how the corners of his mouth twitch up a little, showing off a small smile. the sight softens you, and you mutter a short, fine, and close your eyes.
"only a few minutes, kay." you try one last time. "i have a yoga class at nine."
he sighs, something in between a grunt and a snore, and you have to giggle. you know he'll have you stuck here with him the entire morning, and that you'll only be starting the day around noon. it was the same way every saturday morning, after all.
you should ask your yoga miss to change you to an evening class, you think. because really, though you were acting pissed with him, you missed him just as much as he missed you.
you were just used to staying on track and following through everything you'd set for yourself, and truthfully, without suna here, you might never catch yourself a break.
and it was why you loved him, really. because he was so laidback and easygoing, inert where you were full of drive and activity - the contrast was good for the both of you. symbiotic, you could say, as a friend of yours had pointed out.
as you let your mind wander, you absently curl your fingers into his hair and start playing with it, humming under your breath, and a feeling of peace settles between the two of you.
he stretches out, and pushes the blanket off, muttering to himself that it was too hot now, and you watch the sun coming through the gaps in the curtains fall on his pale skin, lighting up the curves of his muscular form as he moves to a more comfortable position.
you watch him, slowly getting sleepy again, his sharply angled features squished into you as he slept - maybe we can go for a drive around the city limits tonight.
and like he'd heard the thought, he clears his throat, eyes still closed. "i'll take you out to eat tonight."
"okay." you say, and the smile he had on his face widens just a little. your answer is short, but he knows you're happy about the offer.
this was another reason why he always won. he'd get his way, and then he'd let you have yours too. if it wasn't watching the sunrise, then it was watching the sunset. if not a morning coffee date, then it was a late-night boba run.
"okay," you repeat, because yeah, it was fine. the day could wait. your weekend plans could wait. all you needed, all you wanted right now - was to be like this with him. all he wanted was to be like this with you.
sliding down, you squeeze in between his arms and close your eyes, content. and as you fall asleep, you don't notice that the slight tilt of suna's mouth has turned into a big, contented smile.
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rayaxsuna · 12 hours ago
Them Reacting to You on Your Period - Suna and Osamu
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WARNING : Very Suggestive. Mentions of Intercourse. Minors DNI.
PAIRING : Osamu Miya x Reader. Suna Rintaro x Reader.
GENRE : Fluff. Periods.
TAGS : Suggestive. Fluff. Heated. Suna = Thirsty.
SYNOPSIS: You get your period and your boyfriend tries to take care of you.
a/n: suna is so thirsty in this and tbh im lovin it.
Suna Rintaro:
“Babyyy can you come here?” You plead for Rin to come into your shared room to lay with you. Periods are so difficult and just him holding you would make it a thousand times more bearable. He appears at the doorway with only the yellow lamp illuminating him. The tall windows show you the shining city in the dark. He leans against the doorframe and looks at you on the bed.
“Yes, my love.” He crosses his arms and smiles at you softly.
“Come lay with me. Please.” You sit up on the bed, in only Rin’s black t-shirt and underwear. Pants on your period can be such a pain if you leak. Your legs are spread out on the soft white sheets and Rin feels a moment of heat rush to his ears. He walks over to you and taps your forehead.
“Aww is my baby being needy?” He leans forward and tilts his face to see your eyes better.
“Rin I am on my period so please just lay with me.” When you tell him, he immediately sits on the bed and picks you up to place you on his lap.
“Sorry, I didn't know.” He rubs his nose against yours softly and you feel him graze his lips on the corner of your mouth. You adjust yourself on his lap and pull the blanket over your head. Your hair escapes the edge of the blanket and Rin laughs at the sight. You puff out your lip and his hands rub your hips.
“Can you make me some tea?” He nods and holds eye contact with you for some time.
He leans closer to you and smirks, “You need to get off me for me to do that.” Heat rushes to your cheeks and he laughs before wrapping the blanket back around you and going to make tea.
When he comes back he sees you rolling around on the bed and groaning in pain.
“Rin it hurts so bad.” He sees that. He wishes he could stop you from hurting but all he can do is be there for you.
“I know baby, c’mere.” He sets the steamy cup on the night table and pulls you into him. He lays you on your stomach and gets on top of you to straddle your legs. As tall as he is, he towers over your small body. He presses his thumbs into your lower back gently and releases.
“Is that okay?” You hum in response. He smiles at the sight of you closing your eyes in relaxation.
“One question.” He says softly.
You hum again, your eyes still fluttered shut. He grazes his fingers across your back, leaving a trail of chills before going back to the massage.
“Would sex help?” He smirks to himself.
You groan and he continues to massage your back. “Everything is not about sex Rinnn.” He smirks and kisses the back of your neck, trailing down your back.
“How can you expect me not to think about it when all you are wearing is my t-shirt and black underwear?” He grips the line of your boyshort underwear and lets it slap back onto your skin. You flip over and stare at the boy. He presses his palms into the mattress beside you and hovers over you. His basketball shorts do him no good in hiding what is underneath. You feel yourself getting warmer as he presses a hand to your cheek. “Wanna try?” He smirks again and the seductive tone in his voice touches your body with more heat.
“Go get the stuff,” You push him off and he slides smoothly off the bed, strolling into the bathroom.
You prop yourself onto your elbow, “Rin,” He turns back to face you from the bathroom doorway, “Every. Single. Time.”
He cannot help but chuckle and he sticks his tongue at you, “You act like you don’t want daddy.”
You blush and stick the closet pillow you can find to your face before turning over and yelling at him. You really did want him though.
Osamu Miya:
You are sitting on the bed clutching your stomach and groaning in pain when he walks in.
“What's wrong baby?” He comes over to you and kneels beside the bed to come face to face with you. Your hair is falling all over your face so he moves it aside and runs his finger on your cheek.
“I got my period this morning. Now I feel like crap.” His eyes soften and he motions for you to move to the top of the bed instead of lying on it sideways. He tucks the blanket around you and kisses you before turning the tv on. He puts on your favorite show and hands you the remote. Silently, he goes back out of the room and shuts the door.
About fifteen minutes later, he comes back in and has a steaming cup in his hand.
“Here, I made you tea and there is some soup on the stove. I will bring it in soon.” You smile widely, suddenly forgetting about your stomach pain. He gives you the cup and slides into the sheets with you, your legs drape over him and he wraps an arm around you.
“Want a massage?” You perk up and kiss his cheek as a response. He takes your foot into his one and kneads slowly.
The other hand that is wrapped around you is now placed on your stomach, he runs his finger along with your underwear band and gently keeps his warm hand there. The warmth from his hand is helping the pain and so you snuggle into the crook of his neck and he kisses your forehead.
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k0z3me · 12 hours ago
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haikyu!! recs
still in progress : follow for updates :)
kiyoomi sakusa
make it fit, @dearomi
put me in your mouth… , @prettyboykatsuki
touch averse @watevermelon
suna rintaro
faceless - suna rintaro smau , @atzuums
put me in your mouth… , @prettyboykatsuki
kei tsukishima
group b , @bokutobaby
koutato bokuto
need you , @blvckjvckvls
kenma kozume
(nothing yet)
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riniackerman · 12 days ago
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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
tws: none
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♡ 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”
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♡ 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?”
“’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; “ 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…”
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♡ 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”
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♡ 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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iwasbunny · 2 months ago
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# headcanons. 674 words.
# warnings. twt porn links, afab reader, choking, degradation, praise, daddy kink.
# contains. daichi, suna, atsumu, sakusa.
# note. my baby ( @storms-playhouse ) gave me the idea so credits to him.
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loves to fuck you on your back, it just gives him the best view possible.
he gets to watch your cute little cunt perfectly wrap around his cock, practically pulling him in and milking him dry with every single thrust.
the way your tits bounce while he fucks into you is just addictive to him.
not to mention the whines and whimpers being pulls out of you when you feel his fat cock buried all to way to the hilt in your tight heat.
his hands get to wander from wrapping around your throat to gripping your hips while he fucks you impossibly harder.
“Fuck yeah, doll. You look so pretty like this.. all exposed for me. Bet you like that, don’t you? Mhm, you love it when I fuck you like the needy little slut you are.”
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hits it from the back, we all know it.
suna’s obsessed with watching your ass bounce each time he pulls you onto his cock.
he also gets off to seeing your ass all bruised from his harsh slaps, the way you squeal after each spank has him growling into your ear.
part of him is a little sadistic, which is why he loves to have his hands roughly gripping your hair or jaw while he pulls you into a messy kiss.
sometimes he’ll have his fingers deep in your throat and he loves to hear you gag while he forces it in deeper, just to see those pretty tears.
“S’too much? Too much for you already? Tch, you begged for this cock, angel. Now, shut up and fuckin’ take it like a good girl—my good girl.”
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he likes to fuck you with your face shoved into the mattress.
isn’t afraid to manhandle and be rough with you, especially because he knows you love it, you get off to him being needy for you.
hearing your moans and cries for him all muffled while he keeps you pressed down underneath him is exhilarating.
you just get so fucked out in this position, the angle that his cock is hitting you makes you see stars and leaves you a panting mess.
definitely coos at you when he knows you can’t talk back, too stupid too even try.
“Awh, what’s wrong, princess? Ya sensitive already, mm. I bet’cha enjoyed cumming all over my cock, didn’t even bother askin’ for my permission.. tsk, guess my needy girl needs to learn a lesson.”
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usually likes it when you’re on top
as much as he likes having the control he doesn’t mind letting you take over either.
the desperation in your movements while you grind against his cock has him biting his lip to hold back his groans.
he loves that he gets to see all your adorably dazed expression, your face contorting into one of pleasure while you fuck his cock brings him even closer to the edge.
the position allows him to be close to you; needing pulling you into a kiss and sucking on your nipples, it’s heaven for him.
“That’s my good girl, takin’ this cock so well.. you were made to be my little slut, hm. Let me see that pretty face.. I want you to look at me while you cream all over my cock.”
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todorocake · 3 months ago
[ 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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inumaaki · a month ago
perverted things hq boys do
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pairing: sugawara, bokuto & suna x afab!reader
warning: mild n*fw, stalking, obsessive behavior, implied cum-eating, masturbation. 18+
part two here
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sugawara koshi
sugawara never fails to lend you a helping hand, but that doesn’t mean he always has the most innocent intentions. the gentleman would help you move because every time you bend down to pick up a box, he can see down your top. he would shift you to the inside of the street and away from the busy road just so his hand can accidentally brush against your ass. he would hug you when you’re feeling down just to feel your breast pressed up against his chest. don’t be surprised if the cookies he baked taste a little strange. he probably added a special ingredient into the batter just for you because he’s such a nice guy.
bokuto kōtarō
bokuto is your best friend. you’re so close that you don’t even consider the fact that he may be the reason why your panties have been going missing recently. yes, he can be impulsive, but he’s also the sweetest thing. so, when he tells you that you have too much on your mind and you probably just misplaced or discarded them without realizing, of course you believe him. it makes sense, especially since it’s always the garments stained with blood or discharge that go missing. he would never intentionally swipe the dirtiest pairs from your laundry basket, and bury his nose in the fabric while he jerks himself off to your foul scent. right?
suna rintarō
you were surprised when suna offered to fix your plumbing issue. one, because you didn’t think he possessed such a handy skill. two, because you didn’t think he would even care enough in the first place. you’re glad you took him up on his offer, because not only has the dripping from your faulty faucet finally stop, you also got to save some money from hiring a professional plumber. you didn’t think much of it, just thankful for his help, without realizing that he had installed a bunch of cameras all over the house, which gives him a front row seat whenever you take a shower or have your fingers buried inside your sopping cunt. he knows he shouldn’t be too greedy, but that still doesn’t stop him from occasionally sliding his phone underneath your skirt to swiftly snap a photo when you’re climbing up the stairs.
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peachycoreroo · 5 months ago
suna. playing with ur boobs. when hes bored. and like accidentally getting hard maybe. not sure ab the last part but this idea plagues my mind everyday
how did you know i've been craving for someone to play with my boobs:( immediately had to think of that one manga panel
warnings: minors dni 18+, suggestive, no pronouns used but reader obvs has boobs, suna being obsessed with your ( . Y . ), making out, tiddy sucking, cursing ig
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suna can’t get enough of your boobs. he doesn’t care whether they’re small, big, plump, saggy, whether your nipples are big or small, pink, brown or whatever. as long as he can have a big palm, or even better, his warm mouth on them, he’ll be content.
his large hand finds its way under your shirt as soon as he’s close enough to do it. you’ll be laying on the coach, watching a movie – he’s either behind you, with a hand up your shirt, cupping them and rolling your sensitive nipples between his calloused fingers, or – not even paying attention, head underneath your shirt and lips wrapped around a sensitive bud.
“rin’, you said you wanted to watch this movie. you’re not even paying attention”, you whined, looking at the huge bulge underneath your shirt from your boyfriends head. you’ve been meaning to catch up on the k-drama you’ve neglected the past couple of weeks, only to cave when your brunet boyfriend begged you to watch tokyo drift for the millionth time.
“i know this movie by heart”, he rasped against your hard nipple, the cold air hitting the bud when he let it fall from his warm mouth sending shivers down your spine. “’m quite happy here.”
“why the fuck did you insist on watching it then?”, you huffed, not getting an answer as his mouth went straight back to sucking on your tits.
even in public, the tall middle blocker can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. his arm just naturally swings over your shoulders, hand accidentally landing on your breasts. he won’t remove it until you complain and smack it away, and even then, he’ll do it again only five minutes later. what a menace.
he can’t help that your tits are just so squishy and soft and comforting. when you’re doing work, when you’re cooking and he hugs you from behind, when he comes home exhausted from a long day of practice or a draining game – his hands automatically find home on your soft mounds. you love to indulge him, especially since it feels incredible and makes your confidence skyrocket. this gorgeous man loves every part of you and shows it – even the ones you’re insecure about.
if suna had to pick his favorite moment though, it’d be when you’re seated on his lap, grinding down onto his hard cock through his slick-stained sweatpants, and panting from your heated make out session. one large palm on one breast, while the other gets attacked by his eager mouth and tongue, and he can hear the little whines, mewls and breathy ‘fuck’s you let out at the way he’s treating you like you’re the best thing that has ever happened to him – because you are.
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elysianslove · 5 months ago
omg what about suna accidental nude
you’d expect suna to be a lot more— cool about it, but he is the farthest thing from it, mainly because of how unprepared he is. he’s constantly ready to tease you over anything, but you catch him so off guard that the wind is knocked straight from his lungs. when he opens the message he’s received from you and sees that it’s a nude, he blinks slowly at his screen, not really sure what he’s looking at. it’s so unexpected to the point that when he realizes what it is, he drops his phone in shock, his eyes widening as he tries to process what he’d just seen.
but when he picks his phone back up, sees that it’s real, his chest sinks and he goes, “huh.”
you’re posed pretty on your bed, legs bent beneath you as you lean on one arm, head tilted to the side and suna sits down, breathlessly murmuring out another, “hm,” because holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. you’re so fucking — so fucking pretty. suna’s always thought you were pretty, and he’s loved your body regardless of whether you’re choosing to show it off elaborately or not, but— the realization, the confirmation, that you were all that he already knows and more, makes him dizzy. he can’t stop staring at the photo, can’t stop reveling in the fact that you’re all his.
as he stares at the screen, his other hand comes up to trace at it, and he wonders if your skin is as soft to touch as it seems and looks, if he’d be able to feel the heat emitting from it if he’d kissed you feverishly, if you’d make pretty noises when he spreads your legs and buries his face between them— or better yet, if he pulls you to sit on his face. what a sight that would be, to have your plush thighs caging him in, to look up and see your tummy tensing and rolling, to see your chest heave, to see your head thrown back in bliss, to feel the way you’re shaking and trembling.
it’s not fair, he decides. it’s not fair, the effect you have on him.
so he decides to call you.
“did you do this on purpose?” he asks the moment you pick up, staring almost angrily at the slight tent in his trousers.
not fair.
what he hadn’t been expecting is your breathless, confused squeak, “what?” because his brain is already making up a thousand excuses as to why you’re breathless, why you’d sounded the way you did, like you’d just been—
his face is flushing at an embarrassing shade, and he thinks about how stupid this all is before he decides he’s just as stupid, and hangs up on you. your voice is on repeat in his head as he falls back against his bed, already unzipping his pants and tugging up his shirt to fist quickly at his cock. he doesn’t want to drag this out, doesn’t even want to enjoy it, just wants to rid himself of the frustration. your pants when you’d picked up the phone replay in his head, your high-pitched, breathless what? like a mantra at the back of his mind. you did just send a nude, so you were already naked. it’s probable, that you’d fallen back on the bed just like he just did and buried your fingers between your legs, pleasuring yourself and — had he interrupted? had you been close? did he ruin it for you?
fuck— fuck— fuck this is gross.
but he cums to the thought of you anyways, despite thinking about how perverted it is, despite the fact that you had sent him that photo willingly. it’s only when he picks up his phone again as the cum dries up on his chest that the guilt spreads across his chest.
suna reaches for a pillow, and screams.
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rice-hime · 18 days ago
How They Fail No Nut November 3
A/N: Last batch! Glad to see the response to this series, lmao. It’s been hilarious reading the reactions and messages. Buy me a coffee?
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.
Hirugami Sachiro
Fail Date: November 30, Tues
Heard it from Hoshiumi and thought it was a ridiculous bet, but agreed anyway to save himself from the pestering. Hirugami thought it seemed easy enough. He still gives you kisses and hugs, but any attempts to go further is immediately met with a disapproving look from him or him leaving the room. You’re honestly more of the victim here as you watch him walk away or meditate when he has the slightest of urges. 
On the Fail Date: Balancing his classes and practicum is hard work, but Hirugami had always managed. Adding a relationship on that still seems fairly easy to him...except he does sometimes lose track of the dates. So yeah, on that night, Hirugami comes home sweeping you off your feet straight to the bedroom before you can say a word. This man clowned himself and didn’t even realize.
“Sachi–” you’re cut off with a kiss, Hirugami’s tongue entering your mouth to demand submission. And you easily melt in his embrace, hooking your legs around his waist as he rubs his leaking cock against your folds. You pull away from the kiss to call out his name again, but he shushes you. “Shh, there’s my good girl, just lay there as I make you feel good, yeah?”
Hirugami sighs, as he slowly slides in. “Ah, fuck– my pretty girl so wet and tight. Did you miss me? Did you miss my cock? ‘M sorry I’ve been neglecting you,” he peppers your face with kisses, languidly rolling his hips as he embraces the familiar sensation of your pussy around him.
It’s not long before you’re cumming around him, too sensitive from feeling him after a month. A simple touch to your clit had you falling apart, gasping for air as Hirugami slows down, letting you come down from your high before he starts fucking you again. This time his pace is rougher, faster, more urgent.
“Gonna cum, angel– Fuck. Gonna cum. B-be a good girl and take it all–” Hirugami grunts, finishing inside you and collapsing on your form. After a while of enjoying the longed intimacy, his phone pings and he reaches for it. He reads the message, “Congrats, fellow idiots! We made it!” Wait. What. He checks the time and date: December 1, 12:01 AM. Oh, fuck.
Aftermath: Hirugami was debating whether to just keep it a secret (while you snickered at him during breakfast); but when he went to the group’s meet-up, Hoshiumi took one look at him and shouted, “AH! YOU LOST!” Hirugami kept tight-lipped on why he lost, but a quick text to you and Hoshiumi’s cackling, “You mixed up the date?!” Someone goes, “It’s okay man, there’s still next year.” To which he immediately responded with a, “Fuck no. I’m not doing that again.”
Suna Rintarou
Fail Date: Was found out on November 25, Thurs
Answered with a disinterested, “Yeah, sure.” when he heard about it. So now he’s kind of pretending that he’s doing it, but really he’s been fucking you pretty much on a daily basis. (Can you even still walk at this point?) It’s not like he’s lying...everyone just keeps assuming he’s doing the stupid challenge, when he’s doing the entirely opposite challenge. Suna’s been dropping hints that he’s already failed before it even started, and yet no one can seem to get it.
On the Fail Date: He had already given them so many hints in his messages: “Can’t go, I’m spending the night with Y/N.” “Gotta drop by the pharmacy for a...refill.” “Can’t feel my legs from last night.” Those idiots he calls friends didn’t get it, even replying with, “Yeah, training sure is tough.” Suna just throws his hands in the air like, “Seriously?”
You bite down on Suna’s bare shoulder to stifle your moans. He grunts, barely biting down a groan, as he continues to fuck you on the bed. The phone in his hand almost slips before he catches himself and replies to Atsumu on the receiving end.
“Yeah, yeah, I heard you,” Suna grunts, barely paying attention as he watches your pussy swallow up his cock, the white sheen coating his length, glinting in the room light. He reaches his free hand to grope your breasts, making you mewl softly and arch your back. Your hands reach out to him, but he doesn’t let you pull him closer, still talking to Atsumu about some new technique.
Knowing you won’t get any help, you reach down to rub your clit as your other hand plays with your breasts, making sure to clamp down on his cock every time Suna thrusts in. He hisses, pace stuttering, throwing you a light glare which you promptly ignore.
“Yo, ya okay, man?” You hear Atsumu ask, pausing his rambling. Suna takes a moment to answer, but his blonde teammate already realized. “Oh fuck– would ya STOP FUCKIN’ WHILE YER ON THE DAMN PHONE!”
With the call ended, Suna tosses the phone to the side, hands settling on your hips as he fully focuses on you. “‘Bout time they realize,” he mutters before getting to work.
Aftermath: Atsumu immediately announced it to everyone to which Suna calmly later replied with, “Ah, sorry, I thought we were doing Non-Stop Nut November.” He huffs a laugh watching the curses hurled in the group chat, only sending a smug selfie of him with you sleeping, cuddled on his chest. (Don’t worry, only the top of your head is seen.)
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Fail Date: November 5, Fri (You thought he was gonna make it, didn’t you?)
Did he even fail when he didn’t even really agree to this challenge? I mean, sure yeah, he was added to the group chat of all the idiots participating (and most likely doomed to fail); but he didn’t say anything about it. Ushijima just kept his usual routine – wake up early, train, run errands, kiss you when he gets home, dinner, and cuddle you to sleep. Nothing’s really changed?
On the Fail Date: Ushijima had a training camp over the weekend, letting you know that night. Then he just takes your hand, leading a confused you to the bedroom. “Huh? I thought you were doing that challenge thing with the guys?” You asked, but he just shrugged. “You’re more important than any challenge. And I don’t like you missing me too much when I’m gone.”
“‘Toshi~” you moan aloud, head thrown back on the pillows as Ushijima continues rolling his hips, letting you feel every inch of his cock rubbing against your walls. He’s gazing down at you with such an intensity that has your cunt clenching and dripping even more, the wet slick sounds filling the room as he keeps his slow, deep pace.
“Faster,” you gasp, but he just shakes his head, leaning his weight down even further that has you gasping as it leaves you in a mating press. “Deep– oh god. Toshi,” you can’t even string sentences anymore. Ushijima just kisses you, before pulling away as he starts to quicken his pace, hammering his cock against your womb.
“You look so pretty like this, love. I’m sorry I have to leave you for the weekend, but I’ll just need to satisfy you tonight even more.” Barely hearing the sounds coming out from your own mouth, you scream as you orgasm; but Ushijima keeps going, prolonging your high further until he’s fucking you into another climb.
Once he reaches his own high, flooding your cunt with his seed, Ushijima simply turns you over and pulls your ass up, watching his cum drip down the sheets. “Catch your breath, we still have a few hours.” 
Aftermath: Messages the group the next day, “I’m out of town. Do I have to leave this group since I’m not participating anymore?” Cue him being bombarded with messages from everyone, but Ushijima just confusedly replied, “But Y/N takes priority over the challenge?” He later messages you wondering why everyone kept sending him pictures of whipped cream and a literal whip. “They’re just jealous, ‘Toshi.” “Of what?” “Of you making good life decisions.”
Kageyama Tobio
Fail Date: November 13, Sat
Jumped the bandwagon, and maybe got taunted by Hinata. Poor boy didn’t realize how much you’ve showered him with affection until he had to restrain himself from even touching you. Kageyama took social distancing to heart, not going near you by any less than six feet, practically running out of the room whenever you enter. You’ve just learned to roll your eyes, knowing your man wouldn’t last long. 
On the Fail Date: He was grateful that training exhausted him enough that he’s practically knocked out when he got home; or else he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you in bed. Woke up the next morning to see that he’s rolled over the pillow barricade (which he insisted on) and was snuggling in your embrace. The next thing he knew was that he’s hard and rutting against your thigh.
“Nnghh, Y/N, P-please,” Kageyama whimpers, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. The sun has barely risen and he’s barely awake, still exhausted from training; but he can’t stop his hips from grinding against yours. You’re on your side, a leg thrown over him as he sheathed his cock in your waiting cunt. You both sigh at the sensation, equally missing the intimacy of sex.
With muffled groans, Kageyama starts a messy, slow pace, relishing at the warmth and wetness of your pussy and inhaling your scent that he’s missed so much. He can’t even fuck you properly, already too delirious and overwhelmed; so you force yourself to move, rolling on top of him and straddling him. He chokes on his spit as his cock reaches further in this position, nearly cumming at how tight it is.
He looks absolutely delicious – already sex-drunk, hair splayed out on the pillow, panting as he begs you to move. “Y/N, come on, fuck. Please move.” So you rode him and it hadn’t been long before he was already spilling inside of you, groaning out your name. Kageyama moans mindlessly as you continue your pace until your orgasm, gripping your hips at the overstimulation of your walls fluttering around him.
Strong arms immediately pull you down against his chest. His deep, sleepy voice mumbling for you to stay like that, cock still inside and cum plugged up. You just yawn, already falling asleep with Kageyama.
Aftermath: Kageyama didn’t even let you be more than three feet away from him, following you and clinging to you like the touch-starved man he is. When Hinata stumbled upon you two in the grocery, he immediately knew Kageyama had failed, pinging the entire group chat before Kageyama could wrench the phone away from him. You just continued your shopping, adding extra food in the cart in case Hinata stayed for dinner.
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saintmanjiro · a month ago
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warnings: fem! reader, public sex, hand jobs, slight overstimulation
a/n: repost from my old blog
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Suna’s hand lay on your thigh, the other effortlessly turning the car around the curb as he continued gliding over your plush skin as though it were second nature. Suddenly, his hand trails over to yours, grabbing your wrist and guiding it towards him, plopping it down onto his lap. You looked at him with a raised brow.
“Rin, what are you doing?” His eyes don’t leave the road, shoulders simply shrugging.
“Jerk me off,” he says simply. You stare at him, mouth agape, trying to process his words.
“Jerk me off, I’m tired of driving,” he insists. “Since you never wanna drive, make yourself useful.” He glances at you for a moment, looking at you expectantly. Blinking, you shake your head, but you can’t fight the anticipation. The suns barely starting to set, and you’re sure if you stop at a red light, the neighboring cars will likely realize what’s going on, but it only adds to the thrill.
“Fine,” you mumble. “You’re insane.”
Slowly, your hands trail to his crotch, palming him through his pants, watching through hooded eyes as his breathing becomes shallow, chest starting to heave slightly. A tent starts to form in his pants, and you keep at it as he slowly gets harder.
“Get on with it,” he says through grit teeth, making you look at him with a wide grin.
“Patience, Rinnie,” you chuckle. The sharp glare he sends your way makes you squeeze your thighs together. Unzipping his pants, you reach into his boxers, freeing his member as he hisses at the cool air. His hands grip the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white as you rub your thumb over his slit, collecting the pre cum. Gripping his member firmly, you start a steady rhythm, jerking him off as he continues to drive, trying his best to keep his grip on the wheel from turning shaky.
“F-fuck,” he groans, fighting the urge to throw his head back and close his eyes, forcing himself to keep his gaze on the road while your squeeze him tighter, move up and down his dick at a quicker pace. “Nghh— fuck, go a little faster, baby,” he moans, chest falling and rising rapidly as he ruts his hips slightly to meet your rhythm.
“Not much fun in that, now is there,” you teased, eyes sparkling as his shoots you another glare, his jaw clenching tightly.
“Y/n,” he warns, cutting himself with a long drawn out groan when your thumb swipes over his slit once more, shuddering slightly at the sensitive feeling. “K-keep going—fuck—like that,” he spurs you on. His biceps flex at how tightly he’s holding the wheel, making you bite your lip as you watch. With a hitch of his breath, he starts thrusting into your hands with a little more force, sweat starting to form on his forehead. “O-ohh—fuck,” he cries as he cums, his load shooting and covering his thigh as you angle his dick so his car won’t get too soiled. His voice cracks as you continue to stroke for a bit him even after his orgasm, moans getting whinier at the overstimulation.
“We should do this more often,” you grin. “I like this idea.” Catching his breath, he turns his head to look at you, eyes narrowed as they meet yours.
“Yeah, we should,” he agrees. “But first, I’ll teach you a lesson when we get home about being a brat.”
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fluffieveggie · a month ago
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“i think i have a fever.”
you tilted your head, staring at suna who continued to scroll through his phone nonchalantly.
he glanced up at you, eyes portraying an obvious deadpan. “fever.”
you frowned. “and what do you want me to do about it?”
“touch my forehead.” suna shrugged. his straightforwardness caused your heart to palpitate slightly faster, as you trained your gaze groundward.
“don't you have any thermometers?”
“they're all broken.”
“all of them?”
“all of them.”
you bit the inside of your cheek. “but-”
“no one’s gonna see us,” he added.
you sighed before leaning forward. “fine.”
gently, you pressed the back of your hand to his forehead, eyebrows furrowing together when his temperature seemed perfectly fine. you retracted your hand back and smacked his forehead once more. still nothing.
“your temperature’s fi-”
“that's not how you do it.”
you stared at suna irritatedly. “then how?”
“okaa-san used to put her forehead against mine.” suna demonstrated by pointing at his forehead.
you narrowed your eyes. “and how will that help?”
suna smirked triumphantly. “mother knows best.”
you bit the inside of your cheek, hesitating slightly, before leaning in, gently knocking your forehead against his.
you held in a breath, avoiding the intense green eyes that watched you with rapt attention, before saying, “there's still no differen-”
you never managed to finish your sentence before you felt something warm on your mouth. the curve of suna’s lips fitted perfectly against your own- a little dry, slightly chapped, but nonetheless sweet.
you pulled away seconds later, heart thumping so loud and fast you feared it would pop out of your chest. you still leaned forward again though, pressing your lips firmly against suna’s, to which he responded by wrapping his arms around your waist.
you could feel him smirking against your lips. “so i take it that you like me back?”
you pushed him away, burying your face in his chest. “shut up,” you mumbled.
you still secretly enjoyed it though. had your lungs not needed air, you would have preferably stayed in that way forever.
“and by the way,” suna added, “i was lying about the thermometers. they're all in working condition in my drawer.”
“why you-”
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#includes: Tsukishima and Suna
#genre: Smut, hurt/comfort, fluff ending i guess?
#description: when they take degradation too far and hurt your feelings. Idea from @heartzdesirez
#warnings: heavy degradation, words like: bitch, slut , whore etc, roughish sex, afab reader, restraint, tears, kinda toxic.
Minors for the love of all that’s holy please DO NOT interact , thank you :)
Tsuki had always been a bit mean when it came to the bedroom , always preferring degradation over praise and for the most part you were okay with it. He never done anything you were uncomfortable with and always made sure to check up on you before and after, because that was and always will be his main priority.
He had come home after a practically rough day and just needed something or someone to take his frustrations out on and what better way than to have sex with you. You also weren’t having the best day so you immediately reciprocated Tsuki’s rough kiss, hoping it would take your mind off all the shit that’s weighing down on it.
One thing led to another and you found yourself pinned under him while he roughly thrusted in and out of you without a care. “You like that you little slut? Of course you do because that’s all you’re good for, a tight little clocksleeve for me to take my frustrations out on” you don’t know what it was , normally you’d eagerly nod your head and agree with him but today you just felt off. The sex wasn’t making you feel better it was making you feel worse and his words that used to turn you into a wet mess now pierced your heart. Tsuki noticed the slight wobble of your lip and thinking it was all part of the act , he continued his humiliation “ Aww the stupid little baby about to cry” he condescendingly laughed. You attempted to push him away with your hand on his chest but he gripped both wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head “is it too much for you whore ? Aw what a shame” 
You turned your head away in an attempt to hide the tears that were making their way down your face but he gripped your cheeks in his hand and turned your head to face him , “Look at me when I’m fuc- shit baby , are you okay?!” You don’t know if it was the tears on your cheeks or the disheartened look in your eyes that made him stop but you were glad he did. He immediately pulled out and took you into his arms so your head was now laying on his chest. “Fuck I’m so sorry baby , did I take to far?” He asked while rocking you back and forth and once he got the confirmation that that was the case he placed a multitude of kisses on your head while stroking your back. “God I’m so fucking sorry love. You know I didn’t mean any of that right?” when he gets no response he shifts you so your facing him and looking him dead in the eye. “Look at me pretty girl, I promise you that I didn’t mean any of it. You’re the most important person in my life, fu-fuck I don’t know what I’d do without you, I love you so much” the sincerity in his voice and loving gaze was enough to comfort and reassure you that he did love you. “Promise?” You asked weakly. “I’d put my whole life on it” he lovingly strokes your cheek and carries you into the bathroom to start a warm bath “I’m going to show you just how much I love you”
“Whiney…fucking…bitch” each word was punctuated by a deep hard thrust. Hate sex was nothing new to you and Suna, it occurred most of the time you guys got into arguments. It was an easy way to release your frustrations out on each other. However, today it was different, you weren’t reciprocating the same energy you normally would and that’s probably due to the nature of the argument that led you to be face down in the mattress.
The argument had started after you expressed your distaste in the way girls flirted with him and how he didn’t do anything about it and while he didn’t entertain them he also didn’t push them away which hurt. Once you voiced these concerns he mockingly laughed at you and told you how you needed to be less insecure because it was harmless. And yeah maybe you were insecure, because you know the way girls look at him and how they talk about your relationship , you just wanted reassurance. All you wanted was for him to tell you that he loves you and those girls mean nothing but instead you were met with harsh words instead , “You should be lucky I’m fucking you. You know how many girls would love to be in your position? Me fucking you should be reassurance enough” he followed his words with a harsh slap to your ass.
That was your breaking point. Your sobs were muffled in the sheets as he held your head down and continued to roughly thrust in and out of you. “This pussy is the only thing that’s keeping me here” you desperately clawed at his hands in hopes that he would get the message and remove them which he did. Once you lifted your head up , he could tell something was wrong and halted his movements “hey.. you okay?” You shook your head while your shoulders shake with your sobs and you desperately try to catch your breath. Suna quickly pulls out once he realises you’re not okay and rushes to your side. “Shh shh , what’s wrong baby? Talk to me” “is my body really the only things that’s keeping you here?” You got out through your sniffles. “Shit , of course it isn’t baby, I shouldn’t have said any of that , I was just angry , I’m so sorry baby , so fucking sorry” he pushed your head into his chest and soothingly stroked your hair. “I love you so much, im just a fucking idiot, no girl other than you means anything to me , you hear that? I was just mad that you couldn’t see that I only have eyes for you beautiful” “that’s all you had to say you idiot” you meekly chuckled. “I know I know I was just defensive and im sorry, it’ll never happen again” “I love you” “I love you more baby”
Note: Hopefully I’ve done your idea justice @heartzdesirez
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riintarro · 6 months ago
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⤷    pairings : suna rintaro, atsumu miya, osamu miya, iwaizumi hajime, koutarou bokuto, sugawara koushi
⤷    warnings : nsfw 18+, characters are post time skip, suggestive themes but nothing too explicit, somnophillia for suga
⤷    author’s note : waHooo i did it! also all terms are gender neutral :9
⤷    part 2?
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𝐇.𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 — iwaizumi sharply exhaled and you could feel his arm relax around your body. he’s had a long day and stress was written all over his face. when you opened your arms and invited him for cuddles, he was more than happy to oblige. he pressed his chest against your back as you glanced over your shoulder. with his lips slightly ajar, his once furrowed brows were relaxed. perhaps you could alleviate more of that stress? shuffling to get closer to him, your ass “accidentally” brushed against his dick. 20 times. by the 21st time, his arms were gripping your sides and pulling your ass flushed against his cock. slightly digging his fingers into your waist, he placed his face into the back of your head, feeling his hot breath against your nape. “keep doing that sweetheart and you’ll see what happens”.
𝐊.𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 — watching the tv was the least of your concerns. you were all too aware of your boyfriend’s hand resting, playing with your thighs. there wasn’t any intention but you had other thoughts. adjusting yourself on bokuto’s lap, claiming that his rock hard thighs were uncomfortable, your lower back happened to rub against his dick. he cleared his throat and you could hear him inhale sharply. even though you made the same lame excuse of trying to make yourself comfortable, he hadn’t noticed what you were doing, until he wrapped his arms around your abdomen. hugging you close, he placed his forehead against the base of your neck. his cock twitched and his breathing became uneven. “b-baby… you think you could help me here?” maybe you went a bit too far.
𝐌.𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 — it’s friday night and what better way to spend it by snuggling up against your boyfriend. just to have a bit of fun, you started shifting and backing up further into him, ass making contact with dick. he could feel you down there and smirked. “you tryna tell me something, pretty girl?” he snaked his arms around your chest and pulled you closer. you didn’t have to continue rubbing yourself against him because his dirty mind did the work for you. shoving two fingers into your mouth, he slung a leg around yours. “if you’re that eager, you could have just told me.”
𝐌.𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 — you wanted to see how much you could affect your boyfriend. while pressing your chest up against his, you pretended to play a game on your phone, while your legs encased his. you shuffled your hips closer to his and it took you all your strength from moaning out his name when your clit rubbed a little too hard. taking a quick glance at the side of your head, he knew exactly what you were doing. he grabbed you by the waist and held you in place. it took you by surprise and you gasped when his fingers tightened. he was amused even though he was half hard. taking this as a challenge, you started to rock your hips against his thighs. with a sultry face and a bite to the lip, you felt yourself up trying to rile him up. and it worked. say goodbye to your pussy.
𝐑.𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 — oh how you waited for a moment like this. after all of those times of him sending you lewd images, touching you and never giving more, saying suggestive words in public, it was time to pay him back for all of those frustrating moments. rubbing your knee against his cock, you buried your face into his chest. he looked unbothered, sleeping soundly but his body said otherwise. no reaction, no change in breathing, even when his dick throbbed painfully. lazily opening one eye, he noticed what you were doing and grabs your knee, stopping your actions. swallowing, you looked up at him and before you knew it, he had you pinned and spreading your legs.
𝐊.𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐀 — you kinda felt bad for him. assuming you were already asleep and were just moving around in your sleep, he cussed when your ass repeatedly grazed his cock. you could feel him tense against your back, and just by the way he cursed, you knew he didn’t know what to do with his pent up frustration. he doesn’t want to wake you up, so with a bite to the lip, he thrusted into your thighs. stifling a moan, he rammed and rocked himself, using you to reach his high. his breath felt warm against your nape and he softly chanted your name into your ear. he instinctively reached for your clit when he came. his sinful moan was able to mask your quiet whine.
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inarizahki · 3 months ago
no thoughts, just you and suna at a party, him wrapping himself around you, one hand protectively cupping the top of the solo cup you have in your hand and the other on your waist as he whispers dirty things in your ear <3
pls head empty just this
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warnings: 18+, minors dni
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when Suna’s got you like this, nothing else really matters. not the flashing lights, pounding music, or the throng of drunk and noisy partygoers.
when he’s got you like this in his lap, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, hand resting on your thigh, other hand cupping the top of your drink, it feels like it’s just the two of you. lost in a little world of your own. you’re all but sitting on him, legs thrown over his thighs and tucked to the side, head resting on his shoulder.
his chest rumbles under your head when he feels you fidget on his lap. you tug at your short skirt, though there’s nothing you can really do apart from straighten out the wrinkles on it. it barely reaches mid-thigh, and in this position, you simply have to keep your legs closed or else…
“no need to do that, babe.” Suna chuckles, breath tickling the top of your head. he uncurls his arm from your waist to knock your hand off your thigh so he can place his on it, long fingers slowly stroking your bare skin. the feeling sends a shiver up your spine. you open your mouth to protest, only to snap it shut again when he trails his fingers up, higher and higher until the tips of them catch on the hem of your skirt.
“Rin-” you say hesitantly, glancing around the dimly lit room. if so much as one person turns their head, they’d catch a generous glimpse of something that looks like it belongs more in a bedroom than in the middle of a living room at a party. “there’s people...”
“and?” he couldn’t sound more unbothered if he tried. “they can daydream all they want but at the end of the day…”
Suna catches the top of your ear between his teeth and gives it a tug. you flinch violently, hand flying up to press against his chest. “Rin…”
“at the end of the day, this is mine, isn’t it?” his hand hovers over the area between your legs. “mine to play with…mine to use…”
“that’s not what i mean.”
heat floods your cheeks and you squirm, uncomfortably aware of the empty feeling in your cunt. uncomfortably aware of the hard bulge pressing against the underside of your thigh. Suna smirks against your cheek when he feels your legs squeeze together. “been thinking about being inside you all day. all night too. thought about bending you over that table right there, you know? and fucking you till you scream.”
your breath hitches in your throat and you make a strangled, needy sound.
“the boys all think you’re this…sweet little thing,” Suna muses. his erection twitches against you. “but we both know just how much you like spreading your legs for me, don’t we? like a…whore.”
embarrassment rushes through you when you see Atsumu—leaning against the wall and talking to his brother while sipping from his red cup—glance over at the two of you. he raises his eyebrows, blinking once, twice, and then a crude smirk curls up on his lips. he tips his cup at you and winks.
you cough, looking away and trying again to pull your skirt down over your legs but an irritated click of Suna’s tongue stops you in your tracks.
“you’ve got me. anyone tries anything...i can throw a punch. so let it be, hm?” the tip of Suna’s nose drags down the side of your neck as he mouths at your skin. his hand slips under your top, coasting over your belly. the touch is searing, burns into your skin as he reaches up higher and higher, fingertips nudging the underwire of your bra.
“let me enjoy how fuckable my girlfriend is.”
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