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ravenslvt · 1 month

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why does your best friend’s brother have to be so hot??

☆ suna rintarou x f!reader! (pt.3)☆

pt.1 pt.2 pt.4 links!!

cw: smut! porn with feelings, fluff!, oral sex f recieving, confessions, alcohol use (responsibly), reader is hot and she knows it, tiny bit of angst but not really, party!, atsumu is annoying.

you stare at yourself in the mirror, cursing trying to put the obnoxious earring backing on.

“here let me help you.” your best friend mumbles, moving your hair and easily putting the jewlery on in place.

“thanks… are you sure it won’t be too cold tonight? maybe the skirt is too much.” you pout, looking over your outfit. the only ‘going out’ clothes you really brought was a short skirt and your favorite top that you’d wear to parties back at college.

it was your last week here at the suna residence, with classes starting up again soon.

so of course, the miya twins decided to reunite everyone at their family home, and throw a party. you were at least thankful it was only a street away so no one had to drive over there.

“you’ll be fine. atsumu’s hosting, i’m sure he’ll offer to warm you up” ami giggles. you roll your eyes. the more eccentric miya twin had always pined after you back in high school. of course you never paid him any mind, your heart was always focused on rintarou.

everytime you’d go to the inarizaki volleyball games back in high school, he’d come up to you with his charming smile. ‘aww, come all this way just to see little ol’ me? how sweet!’ he’d say before his brother would come in and grab him, apologizing for his nagging behavior. what you’d never notice though, was the way rintarou would glare daggers at his friend, always flirting with you right in front of him.

you wouldn’t hear their conversations in the locker rooms back then either.

‘i think i’m gonna ask her out, what do you think, suna?’ the blonde setter comments, smirking at the brunette who sat on the bench on his phone.

he just scoffed, sounding unconvinced. ‘good luck with that.’

‘hey! what’s that supposed to mean?’ he pouts, his ego taking a blow.

‘just saying, doesn’t seem like she’s that interested in you.’ suna replies, taking a sip from his water bottle.

‘oh yeah? sounds like you’re just jealous, mister.’ atsamu’s lips quirk back up into his usual smirk.

rin’s eye twitches.

‘no way. she’s like a sister to me.’

“ami you liar, it’s cold as fuck!” you shiver slightly, holding your arms to your chest as you step out the front door, rintarou locking it behind you three.

“consequences of dressing like a hottie. some liquor will warm you right up” she beams at you, making you sigh. “i guess” you squirm uncomfortably in your outfit. the second you walked downstairs, rintarou’s eyes went directly to your bare legs in the skirt. he still seemed so nervous around you even after he’s quite literally been inside of you (twice).

“let’s go before atsumu drinks everything and starts challenging people to sing offs.” the older suna says, walking ahead of you guys on the sidewalk.

“jeez, why’s he in a mood” ami mutters to you, you just shrug, eyeing him.

rin wasn't too excited at the thought of watching guys fawn over you all night while he had to stand back and not be able to do a thing about it.

once you approach the house, you could hear music playing from the backyard. rintarou knocks on the door first, texting someone to let them know you were there.

the door opens a few seconds later, a grey haired twin smiling at you three. “look who it is! long time no see girls. suna.” he gives the man a side hug, they still saw each other from time to time after college. you noticed the way osamu’s eyes lit up when ami smiled back at him. your eyebrows quirked.

“everyone’s scattered around, mostly in the back. drinks in the kitchen, beer pong in the garadge. the usual.” he lets you guys in pointing to each area as if you all hadn’t been there before.

“thanks, samu! c’mon” ami grabs your arm, giving osamu a kirt wave before dragging you into the kitchen where a few familiar faces stood around. you two pour yourselves drink after drink, conversing with some girls you ran into.

“atsumu!” one of the girls waves behind you. you hear him approach, turning around to face him. rintarou stood across the room with the osamu, keeping an eye once he saw the blonde come up to you.

“if it isn’t my favorite girl! how are you, gorgeous?” he slings a strong arm around your shoulder. if you weren’t in such a good mood you probably would have shrugged him off.

“hi, miya” you play into it, giving him a friendly smile. but still, rintarou lingered in the back of your mind.

“miya? ouch, no need to be so formal to the future love of your life.” he puts a dramatic hand to his heart, as if he’d been stabbed. you just roll your eyes, moving his arm and stepping away from him. he puts on his usual pout, ignoring the other girls who were trying to get his attention.

“you’re funny. should be a comedian instead of an athlete.” you comment, taking a sip from the plastic cup in your hand. you ignore the familiar burning sensation of the alcohol in your throat.

“i think that’s the only compliment you’ve ever given me, i’m flattered.”

you roll your eyes at his antics. you should’ve expected this from him.

rin watches from the side, downing his drink a little too fast.

“don’t let atsumu rile you up, man. dude’s just trying to rebound from his last girlfriend who dumped him.” osamu reassures the tall middle blocker, noticing his glaring at his brother.

“rebound? he’s trying to hook up with her or something?” suna’s grip on the cup tightens at the thought of you even being near atsumu in that way.

“who knows, he’s been crushing on her since like second year. why do you care so much anyways? i thought you saw her like a- oh.” his eyes soften. he got it. the time he got lunch with suna a week ago, noticing the hickies on his neck. him mentioning that you were staying at their house over the break.

you two were fucking.

“jesus dude, does your sister know?” he questions, his voice getting a little quieter.

“huh? what, no. we’re both adults, i don’t see why…” rintarou drags on, noticing the way the blonde twin was getting closer and closer to you.

“then why do you- hey! where are you going?” the grey haired twin calls after him, but he just ignores him.

your eyes meet rin’s as he approaches. a hint of relief washing over you. osamu took this chance to chat up ami.

“what’s goin on, dude?” suna puts a hand on the setter’s shoulder.

“suna! missed seein’ you around!” the tipsy man gives his attention to his old friend, giving you a chance to slip away. you give ami some excuse like ‘need some fresh air.’ she just nods, making sure you’re good before continuing her conversation with the calmer twin. you smile at the way her face lit up when talking to him.

you sit on a loungchair by the pool, far enough from everyone. you pull out your phone, giggling at the thought of how mad rintarou would be realizing his sister and bestfriend were flirting. it was kind of ironic though, given your own situation.

your mind started to wander. were you wrong for openly lying to your bestfriend who you adored so dearly? you’d liked rin for years, but since you guys started hooking up, you’ve had a guilty conscience.

what even were you two? you weren’t dating, but more than friends. the stolen kisses you two shared when ami wasn’t in the room. the looks you give each other over dinner or when passing in the hallway. it would all be over in a weeks time. would he move on? find someone else to occupy his time?

“what are you staring at?” the low voice you know oh to well cuts through your thoughts. you realize you spaced out, staring into the changing colors of the pool lights. suna takes a seat next to you on the spacious chair.

“nothing, just thinking.” you shrug, bringing your gaze back to him.

“what are you doing out here?” you add, picking up your drink from the floor and taking a sip. he gives you a small smile.

“couldn’t let you sit out here all alone. especially if tsumu tried hitting on you again.” he watches as your lips meet the cup. your eyebrow quirked.

“hmm. someone jealous?” you smirk, placing your drink back down on the floor, your head already dizzy from all the alcohol you’ve already had. plus your close proximity to the man in front of you did not help.

he snorts. “of him? no way. if you wanted him you would’ve gone for it years ago. plus-“ he leans a little closer. “-he’s not the one who got to fuck you.” oh the liquor made him bold.

it was true, he wasn’t jealous of the setter himself. he was more jealous at the thought of anyone else having you. especially when you leave in a week.

“y’know, tokyo’s only like, three hours away from where i go.” he says. he refuses to look away from you. you just look so good.

“what are you implying?” you cross one leg over the other, leaning a little back to get a better look at him.

“i-i don’t know. just mentioning it.” you scoff at his sudden dry response. your heart feeling a small pang of hurt from remembering what atsumu told you just a few minutes ago before rin came over to save you from his nagging.

‘aw that’s cute. looking over at suna over there. y’know he told me he sees you as a little sister. such a sweet guy looking out for you like that.’ the worst part is he wasn’t even trying to be sarcastic or spiteful, just genuinely praising suna.

“right…” you sigh, standing up to leave. before you can even turn around he reaches for your hand.

“hey, what’s wrong?” his voice is full of worry. your shoulders slump, he stands to meet your height. he still held onto your hand, his thumb rubbing gently over your knuckles.

“i-i’m just drained. think i’m gonna walk back home.” your skin tingles at the way he’s so gentle with you. compared to the way he was in sports.

“let me walk you.”

“no, that’s not necessary rin.”

“you’re drunk, i’m not gonna let you walk home alone.”

“i’m not even that-“ you start, but he cuts you off with a stern scold of your own name.

“fine… but let me text your sister first.” you sigh, sending her a quick ‘don’t feel too god, rintarou’s gonna take me home. are you ok? we can stay if you want.’

she sends back a text that makes you giggle. ‘oh girl, do not worry about me’ you look up and spot her with osamu, she gives you a thumbs up. you knew you were right. she’s been wanting to hop on the samu train since high school. glad she finally got the chance.

‘don’t wait up. probably gonna stay here tonight. do NOT tell my brother he will murder me and samu both.’

you laugh at your phone, suna gives you a confused look.

“what’s so funny?”

“oh, nothing. let’s go.”

you two snuck out the back gate, not wanting to draw any attention. it was bad enough you two were walking out together, a lingering mark still on his neck from just a few days ago.

“you still cold?” he asks, your shoulders brushing as you walk down the dark street.

“nah, ami was right. tequila warms me right up.” you say. plus the close proximity to him kept you warm, his body heat radiating from under his jacket. it stayed silent for a few moments before you speak up.

“was… was atsumu telling the truth?” you say, looking up at him.

“what did that idiot say this time?” he gives a small laugh.

“that you think of me as a sister.” this makes him stop dead in his tracks. he looks at you nervously.

“do you really think we’d have done all we did if i thought that?” he says, pushing a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. you shrug, making him sigh.

“i said that shit in high school. before…”

“before what?” you peer up at him, his callused hands moving to cup your face.

“before i realized i… had feelings for you.” he confesses, making your eyes widen.

when rintarou first realized he was in love with you, it was a little later than when you developed your own crush on him. it was your eighteenth birthday, suna was nineteen and in his first year of college. ami threw you a suprise party at her house, inviting all your friends. you wore your prettiest little outfit. ami even convinced her uncle to get you guys some beers, needless to say, the birthday girl drank most of them.

when the night went on, you spotted rin nursing his own beer on the couch. you come up to him, sitting maybe a little too close than you meant to.

“why’re you sulking here by yourself. s’my birthday! i command you to have some fun, rintarou.” the way you said his name made something stir inside of him. your body faced his, you didn’t even notice the way your dress rode up on your thighs, or the way his eyes immediately went down to them.

“how’s it feel to finally be an adult?” he says, forcing his eyes back on yours.

“s’alright. kinda anticlimactic but i’m glad m’here. glad you’re here.” you admit, the alcohol clearly making you more bold. his eyes widen a little. you weren’t just his little sister’s best friend, you were a smart, funny, beautiful woman. he’s always known you were pretty, it was obvious. but he’d never had a genuine conversation with you like this.

you two talked for half an hour. everytime you’d smile or laugh at something he said, his heart beat would quicken in his chest.

your head whipped when you heard a call of your name from one of your friends. “c’mon! we got you a cake!”

he never forgot the smile you had on your face when your friends put this much effort into your birthday. it just proved what a good, special person you were. he found himself not wanting you to leave, wanting you to stay talking with him. the nagging pain in his heart when you got up to leave, giving him a cute little wave and a ‘talk to you later!’

then it all clicked.

years of glaring at any boy who approached you, smiling whenever he’d see you in the stands of his games cheering him on, the small tingle of excitment in his chest when he knew you were coming over to see his sister.

he’d loved you for so long, and he never even realized it. not until you left for college, leaving him with his own feelings to sort through. so when he found out you were staying with them over the break, god was he estatic on the inside.

you two stand only a few houses down from his. you could easily walk over and continue the conversation there, but he needed you. needed you to know how much he truly cared.

“oh” a hint of nerves crawled up your spine. your head spins. you’d been this close so many times before, but behind closed doors. except that one time in the kitchen.

but he held you in the middle of the street, not caring that anyone could walk out of their house and see you two. his forehead presses against yours, breathing in your air.

you didn’t know what to say, so you just lean up on your tipy toes and peck his lips, making him smile. he wraps his arms around your waist, not a chance of letting you pull away from him.

“rin, someone might see.” you giggle into the kiss, he just shakes his head gently.

“i don’t give a fuck, let them.”

you stand in his room. it hadn’t changed very much since the very few times you’d peeked in walking past it before. a few hoodies laid out in his chair from when he was deciding what to wear earlier.

he had a few posters on his walls, some of random volleyball teams and even some random bands. the room smelled like him.

“here, drink some water.” he walks back in, closing the door behind him as he hands you a clear plastic bottle. you take it, your hand brushing with his own. you seat yourself on the edge of his bed, tapping your foot against the carpeted floor anxiously. you take a few sips to relieve your nerves.

“you look really good tonight.” his voice cuts through the silence. your head perks up, eyes meeting his.

“so i don’t look good every other night?” you give him a playful smile. he scoffs, hopping on the bed next to you, making the mattress squeak.

“you know what i mean.” his large hand finds your own, playing with you fingers.

this was probably the first time in the last few weeks you’d been alone for this long together without fucking.

“osamu knows about… us.” his hand doesn’t leave your own. your eyebrow quirks.

“you told him?” you softly ask, not angry or demanding. if anything, you were somewhat flattered he wanted people to know.

“he figured it out. mentioned i was ‘oogling’ you too hard” he gives a small chuckle, squeezing your hand gently. his small little acts of affection always made you relax into his touch. you lead your head on his strong shoulder, sighing.

“you think he’ll tell ami?” you peek up at him, moving a peice of his dark hair away from his eyes. he just shrugs.

“probably not. even if he does it wouldn’t be the worst thing.” he kisses your forehead.

“i’d rather her find out when i’m hours away. i don’t need to be murdered in my sleep for lying to her.” you reply. he just laughs.

“c’mon. you’re the only girl she’d ever approve of me being with. she loves you, my parents love you, i-“

you cut him off with a kiss to his surprisingly soft lips, pulling him in by the nape of his neck.

he smiles into the kiss, his hands going to your waist to bring you closer.

“c’mere” he grabs your hips, helping you straddle his lap, facing him. you hold back a gasp when you feel his half hard dick

“someone’s impatient…” you mumble into his mouth, he bites your lip in retort. you try to pull back but his mouth just follows yours, hands gripping your waist for dear life so you didn’t fall right off his lap.

“look so pretty in your little skirt-“ one of his hands reaches under your skirt, groping your ass through your panties, making you gasp.

“-wanted to drag you in the bathroom and fuck you over the counter.” his kisses go down your jaw, sucking new marks into your neck and collarbones.

“jesus, rin.” your voice is needy. you unconsciously grind your hips into his, needing some some sort of friction. the action made him groan.

your breath catches in your throat when he switches your positions, you laying on your back on his bed while he stands over you. his eyes go to your lifted skirt, holding back a groan when he sees the growing wet patch on the fabric of your panties.

he breathes out your name, looking up at you while slowly kissing down your exposed thighs, kneeling down. you squirm under him, he just gives your thigh a threatening squeeze. “stay still, pretty.” his nose finds your clothed clit, making you gasp.

“y-you don’t have to-“

“shush. i want to, so badly.” he assures, licking your clothed cunt. the fabric adding to the stimulation, making you grip his sheets underneath you.

he slides your soaked panties to the side, the cool air hitting your now exposed pussy.

“always so pretty for me.” he immediately delves into your cunt, lapping up and down you folds before focusing on your clit. you let out mewls of his name, gripping at his dark locs of hair.

he brings you closer to him, his arms locking under your thighs so he’s holding you up to his mouth. he could do this forever.

he moans into your wetness, the sounds of your pleasure making him practically get off. he slowly grinded his own hips into the bed, but not letting himself cum unless it was with you.

you’d never felt like this before. the constant laps of his hot tongue compared to his mouth sucking on your clit making you clench your thighs around him. he groaned at a certain harsh tug to his hair, the vibrations on your pussy only adding to the pleasure.

what really got you close to the edge though was when his tongue prods itself into your tight hole, making you try and pull away from how overwhelmed you were with how good it felt.

“f-fuck, rin, s’too much.” your thighs start to shake around his head, but he only speeds up. his nose catching on your clit while his tongue dips into you, pumping in and out. you let out a loud moan when you start to cum around his tongue, suna not even daring to stop. if all he could eat for the rest of his life was your pussy, he’d be between your legs all day everyday.

your hips roll into his face, wetness coating his chin and nose. you have to push his head away when it starts to get too much. he pulls away, panting. he wipes his mouth with his sleeve, crawling up on top of you to kiss you. you sigh into the kiss when you taste yourself on his tounge. it got you aroused all over again.

“rinnn” you whine, hands tugging at his hoodie.

“what’s up, baby?” he kisses your cheek, a smug smirk on his face looking down at you. he looked absolutely heavenly looking over you, hands on either side of your head.

“need you” you pout up at him.

“what do you need, hmm?” he sits up on his knees to pull his hoodie over his head, his bare chest and toned abs on display. you practically moan just at the sight of him. you’d never get bored of this view.

“you- your cock… please” your hands go straight to his abs, kissing down his pecs and stomach. he chuckles at you, hand smoothing down your hair.

“want me t’make you feel good?” he pushes your shoulders back down so your back is completley pressed against the sheets. you nod frantically.

“anything for my gorgeous girl.” he slides his pants and boxers off, throwing them somewhere on the floor. while he does this you take your chance to rip your top off, along with your bra.

he crawls back over you, slotting himself between your legs. you look at him expectedly as he pulls out his already hard cock. pre cum already leaking from his raging pink tip.

he lines himself up with you, impatiently siding himself into your needy hole.

you’d never felt him from this angle before, the way he was perfectly slotted inside of you.

he slowly moves his hips, cock sliding deliciously in and out of you. your eyes screw shut.

“g-god rin, feels so good, fuck!” your hands go straight to his shoulders, not caring how badly your manicured nails were dragging down his arms.

but it wasn’t enough for him. he grabs your legs, hoisting them over his shoulders as he pumps even deeper.

“there we go. so f-fucking perfect, baby.” his breath hitched as his pace quickens, fucking into you at the perfect speed and angle.

you let out the most borderline pornographic moan when the head of his cock hits that spongey spot deep inside of you. his hand goes to pinch and tug at your nipples, making you mewl.

“rinn!” you cry out as he pounds into you relentlessly. this was by far your favorite angle with him.

“right here, pretty.” he wants nothing more than to reach down and kiss you, but he didn’t wanna hurt your poor legs. plus you felt so good he didn’t wanna move. so instead his thumb goes to your slick pussy, rubbing and pinching at your clit.

“so fuckin’ messy.” he grunts, your cunt practically trapping him in. you watch as he spits down where you two meet, adding extra lubricant. the sight made you feel so dirty, but so fucking good.

his eyes watched the way his cock entered you so insanley perfectly. like you were made to take him. the wet noises coming from your arousal whenever he thrusts in and out and the sounds of your mixed moans filled the quiet room.

his head rolls back and he groans, he wanted to kiss you so bad.

“fuck- switch. want you to ride me.” you pout when he pulls out, leaving you feeling so empty.

you sit up, as he sits leaning against the headboard. he gives his cock a few pumps when he watches you climb on him, hands on his shoulders as you line his cock up with you. his hands hold your waist for support as you sink yourself down onto him.

you let out a moan when he’s fully seated inside of you. you move off of him almost all the way, bouncing yourself up and down his cock.

“oh-“ you moan as he snaps up his own hips to meet your own. you hear as his head slams against the wooden headboard with a grunt.

he grabs your throat, bringing you in to kiss him. it was messy and needy. all tongue and teeth at how fucked out you both were. he pulls back, his hand still lingering on your throat as the roll of your hips gets faster and faster.

his eyes focus on the marks he left on your neck, running a finger over the fresh dark purple hickies lingering all over your neck and chest. then his eyes go to your bouncing tits, grabbing them and bringing one into his mouth.

you groan when he bites down.

“rin- can’t anymore. g’nna cum” you whine out, your hips getting tired and messy. he sits up more straight, grabbing your hips and slamming up into you, making your eyes roll back.

“cum all over my cock, baby. told ya i’d make you feel good.” sweat beaded up by his brow, he was focusing on his thrusts.

“c-cum inside me rin! please, wanna feel you inside.” you plead. brain feeling like it’s short circuiting, the only thing running through your brain was how good his cock felt pumping inside of you.

he kisses you as you moan into his mouth, cuming around him and squeezing his dick. he pulses inside of you, warm cum filling you up as you share eachothers moans. your kiss goes from rushed and hot to sweet and tender as you come down from your orgasms. neither one of you makes a move to pull away, his cock softening inside of you.

“again?” you pant, kissing his cheek and looking at him with pleading eyes.

you yelp when he pinches your waist, but it turns into a small whine when you feel him get hard inside of you again.

“you’re gonna kill me, gorgeous.”

the clock read 6:28 AM. the sun was barely rising, you lie on rintarou’s chest as you two peacefully slept, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. his fluffy blanket wrapped snug around you.

the front door quietly creeks open, and shuts.

“shit that was loud as fuck” a hushed high pitched voice whispers. the younger suna sneaks up the stairs, shoes in hand, expecting to find you asleep in her bedroom. but the room was empty. the house was silent, her brother’s door closed.

hmm, that’s weird. you guys came back from the party, right?

ami knocks on her brother’s door, loudly in attempt to wake him up.

“hellooo?” she asks where you are, opening the door abruptly. “did you guys not come back from the party-“

“what the fuck?!”

a/n: need suna (requests) i love this man.

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bachissidehoe · 2 months

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Skater boy!Suna, who catches your eye on your daily walk to work as he practices in the skate park across the street.

Skater boy!Suna, who starts to recognize you on your walks, giving you head nods or slight waves while watching you pass by him every day.

Skater boy!Suna, who you just can’t help but look forward to seeing, even if it’s just for a quick second as you walk by. His jumps and tricks are so clean on his board, it almost looks like he’s defying gravity, you even stop and stare a minute to watch him.

Skater boy!Suna, who you finally decide to approach one day, as you stand against the skate park fence with your fingers through the wiry metal.

Skater boy!Suna, who flashes you a sly grin and asks you if you skate at all. When you admit you don’t, he offers to teach you, mixing in a few flirtatious words here and there.

Skater boy!Suna, who holds your hips as you glide on his board, struggling to maintain balance. He catches you when you fall off, chuckling to himself at your embarrassed expression.

Skater boy!Suna, who invites you to watch him skate every day before your walk to work. So you go and sit on a bench in the park, constantly mesmerized by his skill, telling him how he amazes you.

Skater boy!Suna, who flirts with you any chance he can get- placing a hand on your shoulder, patting your head, giving you subtle compliments- anything to make you blush.

Skater boy!Suna, who starts walking you to work so he can spend more time with you, even trying to get you to skate there with him. Obviously, you refuse, so he plants you on his board, holding your hand and guiding it slowly down the sidewalk.

Skater boy!Suna, who still goes to the skate park in the rain, just so he can see you. He knows he doesn’t have to skate this often, but he doesn’t like the idea of missing you. And of course, you go too, realizing what a dumb idea it was as the two of you run for cover.

Skater boy!Suna, who brings you under a canopy to avoid the rain, laughing and shaking droplets out of his hair.

Skater boy!Suna, who fucks you silly while you wait for the rain to clear up- what else were you supposed to do? The tension became too much to take, and you were overwhelmed with the need to have his cock stuffed inside you.

Skater boy!Suna, who digs his nails into your hips while ramming into your tight little pussy, telling you how much of a slut you are for wanting to get fucked like this, while praising your perfect body at the same time.

Skater boy!Suna, who rubs circles around your throbbing clit while fucking you, telling you how badly he needs you to cum around his cock. And of course you do, cumming with a string of whimpers and moans as many times as he wants.

Skater boy!Suna, who calls out of work for you that day, seeing as you’re in no condition to walk anywhere after he fucked you dumb.

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creative-crybaby · 5 months

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PAIRING: timeskip!Rintarou Suna x fem!reader x timeskip!Miya Osamu

GENRE: smut (18+)

TAGS + WARNINGS: threesome (polyamorous), fingering, oral (m receiving), double penetration, mlm relationship, handjobs, cum eating, creampie, voyeurism, consensual photo taking, praise kink, edging

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

SUMMARY: You and your lovers get creative with your home screens. All characters are 18+

Your lock screens are of three separate occasions.

Osamu’s is of you and Suna at Onigiri Miya. The shop owner’s hard work has finally paid off, and his store grew in popularity. You and the middle blocker popped by to celebrate the milestone, bringing a bouquet of amaryllis and some sweets for you three to share after closing. Your onigiri was on the house, and the two of you took advantage of the younger Miya’s generosity, munching away on various onigiri on the stools near the counter. The photo consists of you stuffing a half-eaten umeboshi into your mouth while the middle blocker swipes a grain of rice off your cheek.

Suna’s lock screen is of Osamu with his arm around your shoulder, the two of you sporting his jersey number. Your appearance shocked the middle blocker, as his upcoming match would’ve been on the other side of the country, and he was sure you two would be too busy to watch him play. You surprised him with front-row seats, cheering as loud as you two could and quickly gaining his attention during the first set. After winning the match, you hastily made your way to congratulate Suna, dragging Osamu with you. The brunet showed his gratitude by commenting on how ridiculous you two looked, opting to take photos as you happily posed.

Meanwhile, your lock screen consists of your lovers in an art museum. A date you planned out, you lead the way for them, explaining everything you knew about every painting and sculpture as if they couldn’t just read about them there. A particular painting that caught both of their attention convinced you to get them to pose for a photo. They eventually agreed, resting their chins on their fists while pursing their lips and furrowing their brows, as if trying to understand the artwork’s meaning.

Your home screens, however, were taken on the same evening.

It was all Suna’s idea, having gotten inspiration from scrolling through his camera roll. Osamu initially worried about others potentially catching a glimpse. To you, though, the opportunity dished itself out on a silver platter, and your very clear interest had his concern withering away.

Several minutes after the proposal, you three were in your bedroom, having already gone through with messy kisses and teasing bites as you stripped each other bare. It all happened so quickly that it made your head spin.

Now, you were settled between Suna’s muscular legs as he laid against the headboard, and it only got more difficult to think straight.

“Eyes up, bunny,” he hummed lazily. You obeyed, albeit shyly, and were greeted by your other lover prompted on the little loveseat near the foot of the bed, his dark eyes zeroed in on your spread legs as he aimed his phone at the display. The middle blocker brushed his nose against your shoulder. “Having second thoughts?”

“No,” you were quick to respond, taking a moment to breathe before opening your legs wider. You could feel his smile against your skin as he buried his face in the junction of your neck, his hand creeping down your body and between your thighs.

“Focus on the camera if you want a good pic,” Suna smirked, peering at the other male.

The latter scoffed, though there was no real malice behind it. “Easier said than done.”

And he was right, what with the leaking of your essence teasing his thoughts and luring his eagerness. The shop owner had half a mind to throw the phone away and have at it with both his lovers.

Instead, the younger Miya twin gulped as he steadied his hold on the device, his eyes squinting to keep focus as Suna easily slid a finger inside your sopping hole. The two men smirked at your mewling, and it was more than enough for the middle blocker to set a languid pace. Neither of them missed your hips snapping up to meet the excruciatingly slow rhythm, though it only made the brunet tighten his hold on your legs.

“Behave,” he tutted, pulling out momentarily to lightly tap your clit. You jolted with a silent cry, tears blanketing your waterline. “Photo or no photo, we gotta stretch you out first.”

Despite your hazy vision, you still caught sight of your other lover with his hand sliding down to his crotch, lazily palming himself at the display before him. It made your cunt clench, and you had to refrain from burying your face in Suna’s neck.

After what felt like far more than a few seconds, the athlete hummed in satisfaction before sliding back inside your pussy, this time, with two digits. With how long they are, it’s no surprise they reached your sweet spot as easily as they did. It’s how they curled just right, however, that made you gasp. The steady beats of him probing where you needed it forced you to hold still, fearing he’d stop again.

“Any day now,” Suna drawled, his gaze trailing up to his former teammate as he continued creating the squelching noises between your legs. The sounds only grew louder as he added to his speed and force, his palm making contact with your clit as he brought his lips to your ear. “Gonna sit still and look pretty, won’t you, bunny?”

You could only whimper your confirmation as the pleasure provided occupied the majority of your thoughts. With your gaze shielded by a mist, you could hardly see Osamu merely a few feet away from you. Then again, part of you was grateful; being able to properly see the camera aimed at your naked frame would just about make you explode, especially knowing that thousands of pixels would keep this moment alive.

Your attempts didn’t seem to be enough, however, as you felt another rough hand on your skin—this time, cupping your chin, a calloused thumb pushing past your quivering lips and forcing your mouth open. Your tongue twitched against the digit, a whine slipping out as your body grew warmer.

The snapshots, as subtle as they were, weren’t quiet enough for your ears to miss. Your eyes tingled as tears teased their downfall, working alongside your dizziness as the middle blocker continued his assault.

What finally made you let out a cry was not your long-awaited orgasm, but the feeling of emptiness following the disappearing pleasure.

Suna’s chuckle felt downright cruel after having removed his fingers from inside you, the bubbling in your lower abdomen simmering away.

“Noooo,” you whined, your voice quivering as you threw your head back to rest on the middle blocker’s shoulder.

“Patience, bunny.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, and you could feel the smirk against your skin. “Once we’re all done here, we’ll keep making you cum until you pass out. Now,” the brunet pats your thigh, slowly slipping past you as he and his former teammate trade places, “do your best for the next pic, ‘kay?”

The last part sent heat straight to your face as Osamu chuckled at your state, the ravenette swiftly removing his boxers before throwing them elsewhere in the room and settling onto the edge of the bed. You crawled toward his large frame, and he grabbed your chin to pull you into a sweet kiss, humming into your mouth. By the time you separated, Suna had his phone ready to capture a moment of your intimacy.

“Ready, angel?” asked the younger twin, his large hand caressing your face. The spreading of his muscular thighs was a subtle movement, but it was enough to make your eyes dart downwards, catching sight of his hard and heavy cock dribbling precum from the slit.

Saliva pooled onto your tongue as you nodded mindlessly, swallowing heavily before dropping to the shaft’s level.

Laying on your side in a fetal position wasn’t the most comfortable way for you to take your lover in your mouth, but there weren’t many options for you to do so while having your face visible to Suna’s phone. You instead decided to distract yourself by doing an extra good job for Osamu, who exhaled shakily as you offered kitten licks to his tip.

“Good girl,” he sighed, his head tilting to the side as his dark eyes watched you. Those two words were more than enough to keep you going, your mouth taking more of his thick cock as your tongue danced across a prominent vein. The action earned you a guttural moan from him, and your other lover cursed under his breath. With their sounds sending heat straight to your cunt, your eyes trailed to the athlete on the loveseat. He caught your gaze, seemingly understanding your silent message as he better focused his device on you before you took a deep breath from your nose.

You must have gagged before the tip hit the back of your throat, you were sure. Drool oozed down Osamu’s cock the more of it you took, further stretching your lips as you aimed for your goal of reaching his base. You almost didn’t hear the snapping of photos as you continued your struggle, but it wasn’t until the former wing spiker bucked his hips and forced your eyes to roll to the back of your head that you knew Suna got plenty of material.

“All right,” he drawled, admiring the display through the camera. “That’s enough for now.”

You whined, the vibrations making Osamu hiss before you slowly slipped him out of your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected his tip to your bottom lip, and he broke that bridge by pulling you back into another steamy kiss. It was short, allowing you room to catch your breath while your lover peered at the other.

“Didn’t have t’edge me just ‘cause ya did the same for her, ya know,” the Miya twin grunted, his thick brows somewhat furrowed. Suna only offered a nonchalant shrug before smirking, his features growing more fox-like.

“Patience is a virtue, ya know.” There was a light taunt in the athlete’s impression of a Kansai accent as he placed his phone on the nightstand, making his male lover huff.

“Yer one to talk.”

The slight bickering ceased once the brunet joined you on the bed, his sharp eyes scanning your face for discomfort.

“How’re you feeling, bunny?” His tone dropped to something much softer, his hand cradling your face while his thumb swiped some precum from the corner of your swollen lips. “Wanna keep going?”

Your eyes glazed over with affection as you stared at him with a smile. “Yeah.”

Both men copied your expression, each holding one of your hands for comfort. It wasn’t long until the middle blocker’s softness morphed into a more mischievous one.

“Well, now it’s our turn to pose,” he said, pulling back to stand straight and hook his thumbs under his boxer’s waistband. “Consider it your break before we get to the real deal.”

A shot of energy surged through your veins at the implications, and you got up from your spot on the mattress to grab your phone, wobbling as you did so. Osamu, luckily, had his arms out, ready to catch you should you fall. He made sure you got to the loveseat safely.

Once you were settled, Suna was fully nude, erect cock free of its restraints as it occasionally twitched. The athlete made himself comfortable looming over his boyfriend, resting his hands on the other’s shoulders.

Osamu’s eyes remained on you as he held onto the brunet’s waist. “Whaddya want us t’do, sweetheart?”

You hadn’t thought that far ahead. To be honest, you were more focused on the sexual activities themselves than the photography aspect, and your lips pursed as you pondered.

“Surprise me,” you answered somewhat sheepishly, not wanting to spend too much time coming up with ideas. “I’m sure you’ll both look great regardless.”

Your response earned you a grin from the former athlete and an amused hum from the current one before they faced each other and leaned in for a kiss. You almost forgot about the phone in your hand as you watched your lovers moan into each other’s mouths, pressing their lips harder together as they embraced. Suna climbed onto the bed, pushing Osamu further back to make room for himself without disconnecting.

Every moment between them was picture-perfect, but you couldn’t find it in you to snap a photo, afraid of missing even a second of their love. You especially couldn’t peel your eyes away when the younger twin brought both cocks together, languidly jerking them together while the brunet bucked his hips in tandem.

Take the damn photo.

Easier said than done when your eyes were stuck on a masterpiece with your thumb refusing to move from its spot above the button. Both men progressed their sloppy makeout session as Suna pushed Osamu to lay on the mattress, strong thighs on top of strong thighs as the roll of their hips became more apparent.

“Take as many photos as you want, bunny.” His focus remained on the lover below him, but the middle blocker’s words were obviously for you.

“I can do this all day,” the ravenette chimed with shallow breaths. Strangely enough, they managed to snap you back from whatever lustful heaven you were floating in to get you to take their photo. Multiple photos at that, your finger pressing the button with barely one-second intervals in between to make sure nothing came out blurry. Even once you stopped, your boyfriends’ pace didn’t falter.

“Got it?” Suna hummed, his eyes even more narrow than usual as he focused on his pleasure.

“I think so,” you breathed, leaving your phone on the loveseat before leaning towards your partners. Your home screen can wait. “Can I join now?”

The whine in your voice made Osamu chuckle, only cutting himself off with a groan when the brunet’s hips halted. The shop owner reached his arm out to you. “C’mere.”

You quickly crawled towards him, your head swooping down to press your lips against his with a keen. Suna sighed at the sight, his body no longer pressed against the other male as he lightly pumped his cock at the display before him.

Without breaking the kiss, the ravenette flipped your body to have you on your back, the middle blocker aiding by slipping a pillow under your head. Even with the two no longer playing volleyball together, they still know how to work as a team.

You were breathless, but you didn’t dare pull away as Osamu slid his tongue into your mouth, toying with yours as he shifted between your legs. The bed dipped near your head, a pair of muscular thighs trapping you between them. From your peripherals, you could see Suna peering down at you with hooded lids and a smirk, his cock back at full mast and close to your face.

The air finally found its home in your lungs when the kiss ended, though you had little time to catch your breath before the brunet tapped your swollen lips with his tip. A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth, and you panted as you eagerly took him down your throat. With a drawn-out moan, you were quick to cover as much of his shaft as possible with your saliva, your tongue swirling around the girth.

Meanwhile, Osamu had his tip aiming at your cunt, tapping at your clit before slowly diving into your dripping pussy. You gagged the further he stretched you out, leading to a chain reaction of Suna groaning at the vibrations dancing along his dick. You gripped onto the middle blocker’s thighs for support, digging your nails into his skin as your other lover’s navel reached yours. You couldn’t help but shiver as he decided to remind you of his size by pressing a large hand down on your lower belly.

“Ya feel that, pretty girl?” he rasped, his thumb caressing your skin. You could only moan, your mouth still full as Suna thrusted softly into your throat.

“You trying to make me cum early?” he huffed lowly, his fingers mindlessly tracing your throat. You whimpered an apology, not that you could do much else.

“Cut her some slack,” Osamu hummed, beginning to thrust languidly. His hands slid up your body, finding your breasts and toying with your nipples with a half-smile. “She can’t help it if she’s good at takin’ cock.”

His comment brought heat to your face, though it only encouraged you to take more of Suna’s shaft into your mouth and hollow your cheeks. The action earned you a groan from the athlete, followed by him mumbling, “Can’t argue with that,” under his breath.

It wasn’t long until your lovers quickened their pace, Osamu’s dick finding your sweet spot while Suna’s hit the back of your throat. Even through your intense gagging and squelching, you could hear the sound of lips smacking and deep moans. From your position, you couldn’t watch your lovers exchange acts of lust, but with them connecting their bodies through yours, you supposed you couldn’t complain.

You felt your legs lift off the duvet and onto broad shoulders before the pounding between your thighs grew in intensity. Your cries remained muffled, and it wasn’t many seconds later until the middle blocker stilled above you, spilling hot ropes of semen into your mouth. You did your best to swallow it all, careful not to choke on the quantity and girth as it just kept coming. You wouldn’t be surprised if his thighs were bleeding from how deeply you were digging your nails into them, though Suna’s voiced many times before how he loves showing off his marks to anyone who caught sight of them in the locker room.

Osamu only momentarily slowed his pace to allow his male lover to slide out of your mouth, his hands caressing your legs as you gulped copious amounts of air. It wasn’t until Suna shifted to your side and your breathing regulated that the former wing spiker proceeded with his actions, wrecking your insides like it was his life’s mission.

“Feels so good, princess,” he groaned, his strokes growing sloppy. “‘M so close. Ya gonna let me cum inside, yeah? Fill ya to the brim?”

You nodded your head rapidly, only managing to hiccup in response. Suna chuckled at your state, the athlete reaching for his phone on the nightstand once more and pointing it at where you and Osamu connected.

You weren’t sure where to focus, though with your lover abusing your sweet spot, you supposed the decision was already made for you. Then, Suna decided to help by rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit, and your back arched off the mattress. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, your voice trapped in your raw throat as your pussy convulsed around your boyfriend’s thick cock.

“Shit!” you heard Osamu hiss. “Shitshitshitshit—”

He joined you moments later, doing exactly what he asked and emptied every drop his balls had to offer. The warmth spilling inside you brought your voice back, and you slurred both your lovers’ names as your orgasm continued to attack your body.

You dropped onto the mattress as soon as it ended, panting heavily as you tried to get the room to stop spinning. Osamu pulled out, and you caught sight of Suna aiming his phone at your spent cunt, a smile creeping onto his face as the former’s cum seeped out of your hole.

Everything was a blur.

You could only pout at your screen as you swiped through each photo you took, none of them sharp enough to use as a home screen. You supposed you shouldn’t be surprised, having been more focused on the display than capturing it.

“What’s up?” Osamu asked, peeking at you from the corner of his eye. His phone was in his hand, his attention no longer on the device as he pulled you closer into his embrace.

Suna paused his actions, peering over your shoulder on your other side before grinning.

“Didn’t get any good pics, huh?” His chuckles made your brows furrow. “Guess we’ll just have to do everything all over again.”

You didn’t miss how his voice dropped an octave at the suggestion, and your face grew warm as Osamu nuzzled his nose into your hair.

“It’s just one pic,” you grumbled, your thighs subconsciously pressed together. “We can make it quick.”

Suna shook his head, showing you his screen. “You’re not the only one who messed up, bunny.”

Your lips pursed as you swiped through his photos, noticing the similarities of blurriness with your own. You felt a smirk tug at Osamu’s mouth, and your frown deepened. The middle blocker never missed an opportunity to capture a moment on his device; making a mistake–this many, at that–was downright impossible for him.

Before you could point it out, Osamu was copying his former teammate’s actions, his eyes on your phone while showing you his screen.

“What a coincidence.” He feigned innocence as you saw his unfocused photos, your eyes widening in realization. You couldn’t even voice your anger, what with their hands creeping up your thighs and the heat pooling in your lower belly. With the knowing look they shared, it was safe to assume they knew how you felt. Osamu moved to your ear. “Strike a pose for us, won’t you?”

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aftersamu · 1 year

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LABYRINTH PAIRING: suna rintarou x gn!reader ( + issei matsukawa) GENRE: angst PART ONE: WE DIDN'T EVEN DATE

it's been three months since you last saw suna, your best friend. you two haven't spoken, texted, and for the slim chance you catch him in public – you turn the other way.

you never got back to him on his offer, the one and only time he tried to reach out. you couldn't face him, or your feelings.

but as bad as it sounds, things have been okay.

it's a new chapter, one without suna, and surprisingly, one that you're happy to be living. sometimes the grey aura that dims the world and vision of your eyes appears at the memory and photo's of him. though, over the last few weeks, the grey disappears.

because of him.

he who swooped in like prince charming. the boy who let you cry in his arms and never expected anything in return. the boy who waited days, months, years for you.

the boy who slowly bandaged up your heart, held your hand, and listened to you as a friend. the boy that teased you, made you cry of laughter, and blew away that grey cloud.

you're happy.

happy with a boy that throws flour in your face, burns your eggs, and infuriates you. happy with a boy that lets you steal the covers, always pays for you, always makes you smile and feel seen.

things are good. he's good.

"hey."

the voice stops you in your tracks, your hand freezing in front of the packet of chips. you slowly shift your gaze, meeting those familiar green eyes that you haven't seen in three months.

"hi," you choke out.

"where have you been?" suna asks, "haven't heard from you in a while."

"uh, yeah, i've been busy lately."

"i've missed having you around," he says, "no one to beat at mario cart." he jokes, trying to reduce the tension.

"oh." you nod, glancing around the aisle hoping that he will magically appear around the corner and save you from this metaphorical hell. it sucks. the feeling of being here with him as a wave of nostalgia crashes over you, pushing you to run back to him.

"how come you, uh, never called?"

"i didn't think i needed to," you say. "and i needed some space, sometimes to think."

"so... what did you think about?" he asks, standing in front of you with his hands shoved into the pocket of his hoodie. "please be honest with me."

"i thought about how i'm going to spend my whole life loving you, even if you'll never love me back." you say, fighting back the lump in your throat, "and i thought about how i'd curse you for the longest time, and haunt my mind about everything that we could've been."

it's embarrassing and dramatic, to dump all of this on him now. but there's a voice in your mind saying that this is the last time you're ever going to see him.

"i thought that maybe i could call you and change everything, that we could go back to normal."

"do you still think that?" he mumbles.

"no. not really," you sigh. "i managed to get over it."

"there you are!" matsukawa smiles, strolling over with a basket in hand filled with junk food for your movie night. "okay, so get this i found sour patch kids! last one!"

if he had noticed suna standing there, he pretended he didn't. but the second you saw him, suna noticed that glimmer in your eyes, the growing grin on lips, and the way you relaxed around him.

you're falling in love.

in love with someone that's not him.

and you got over suna fast.

it says a lot about how right a person is treating you, doesn't it?

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leahrintarou · 6 months

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🎃 SUNA RINTAROU - SOMNOPHILIA

Warnings: somnophilia ofc, cunnilingus, fem reader, afab reader, soft!dom suna, mention of tatas lol Word Count: 1.2k

"i'll be right back. don't fall asleep" suna says, giving y/n another sloppy kiss to the warm skin of her nape. they'd just taken a shower together and as the water wasn't the only thing heating the atmosphere, y/n insisted that they'd continue their activities outside of the shower. she'd been on her feet all day and wasn't even sure if she could manage to stand up for another minute.

cutting their shower short, y/n and suna made their way back to his bedroom and when he realized that he'd forgotten to get a towel (mainly for y/n), he groaned internally. quickly making his way to the hallway's closet in which stored his array of freshly washed linnen bath towels, suna pulled one from its folded place on the shelf before making his way back to y/n.

to his dismay, she'd already fallen asleep in the blink of an eye. with a grunt of frustration, he decided to ignore his own problem (for now atleast), and pulled the towel over y/n's body as she moved limply in the comfort of the soft fabric. he wasn't upset over the fact. afterall, y/n said countless of times that she was drained for the day and he understood that. suna being suna though, tried to push his luck and sneak in a quick session of pleasure with his girlfriend but unfortunately, that plan failed before it was even set into stone.

he contemplated in whether or not he should take care of his problem on his own, but he was one with holding out for long periods of time which is why y/n never went to bed lacking of any needs what so ever. with that information, he sighed to himself, rolling his eyes before deciding on throwing on some briefs and a t-shirt and laying on top of the plush of his bed. y/n let out a small sound of annoyance at the fidgeting and suna took a glance at the sight next to him.

the towel was barely doing any justice of covering her body and suna wanted to look away. He wanted to not worsen his problem, but he just couldn't. The rising and fall of her chest slowly but surely making the towel slide just below her necklaces pendant and just above the valley of her breast. The ache that settled between his thighs and the peaceful state of y/n made him come to what felt like the biggest crossroad of his life.

With a singular blink and a shuffle of her body, the towel had finally retired of its temporary job. Suna couldn’t help himself at the sight. Laying down, he placed small kisses against her chest and soon made his way up to her neck and then her jaw. "sweetheart.." He mumbled, hoping that maybe she'd wake up at his gestures of affection. y/n hummed and suna smiled against her skin. "can I take care of you?" He questions, sitting up as a palm caressed her bare waist in an up and down motion. "you always take care of me, rin" y/n muttered, some syllables of her words coming out quieter than the others.

"do I? What about here?" And with that, his digits swiftly made its way to place a palm just below y/n's lower abdomen. She let out a small sigh and he smiled. She needed him just as much as he needed her. The only difference in the two was who had more energy and surprisingly, it was suna this time. Swiftly yanking the bothersome fabric of the towel from y/n's body, suna placed small kisses against the plush of her inner thighs. She was half asleep and suna could tell since her body was more vulnerable towards him.

Even in her woken state, y/n wasn't this vulnerable to suna. It might've been a bit too amusing to him but he didn’t think too much of it for his own sake. Wrapping both arms around her thighs before parting them away from each other with a firm grip to the inner-plush, suna took a glance up to y/n as her eyes were half lidded and her lips were slightly parted, irregular breathing patterns pulling a satisfying feeling to suna and it boosted his ego all the more.

His own lips parted and a sigh from a fanned breath escaped the warm cavern of his mouth before his tongue made contact with y/n's sex. Her thighs tensed and involuntary tried to close, but suna made sure of that not happening when the sturdy hold that her had against her nearly cut off her circulation. His tongue laid flatly against her sex, dragging along the area before getting to her bud, he latched his lips around the specifically sensitive area of y/n and with a curious glance, he looked up at her features.

Her eyebrows contorted to a pleasure filled expression and the quietest moan erupted through the fatigue in her voice. His tongue toyed with her bud for what felt like hours. He could do this all night if he wasn’t stopped and this showed to be proven true when a glance at the clock snapped suna out of his daze. Letting out a groan against y/n's sex, suna pulled back, taking a small breath of air before resuming his previous antics. His tongue prodded at y/n's entrance, tasting every bit of her arousal against his tastebuds with relish.

she clenched around him and the ache in suna's member felt a bit more antagonizing. y/n let out a soft moan of his name, eye's fluttering open as the situation began to unblur in seconds. it was the first time that y/n had been woken up like this and to say that this state of hers was a bit more sensitive than usual was an understatement. letting out a whine of his name, suna hummed against her, the low octave of his voice on her bud sending a jolt all the way though her body.

"i got impatient, pretty."

y/n couldn’t even focus on his words since her mind was overwhelmed with the current pleasure felt sensation that she was receiving. "s-stop talking." she forced out, trying to shoot suna a glare when he let out a breathy laugh. "you got it, sweetheart". His voice was calm and innocent as if he weren't doing what he was doing at the moment. Aka, using his tongue to all of its power to bring y/n to a crumbling end of where she couldn’t keep up or hold herself together. He enjoyed things a lot more when she was that way and by the looks of it, she was getting pretty damn close which only motivated him more.

y/n balled the discarded towel in her fist and with a few more fallen moans, suna focused on her bud, bringing her pleasure filled end to surface. Suna forced y/n to keep her thighs open as her hips uncontrollably jolted against his tongue. He pulled back, finally having some kind of mercy on his girlfriend as she continued to let out breathy pants. "I hope that woke you up a bit more" he said, lifting his head as he leaned towards y/n's face.

"why?" She managed to let out, eyebrows contorting in confusion when suna placed a small peck to the corner of her lips before pulling back to remove his shirt. His briefs were soon discarded after, revealing his erect member that so desperately needed some kind of physical attention.

"I still have a problem that you caused and you're going to help me with it."

"rin, I'm tired."

"so am I, pretty…so, let's get this over with quickly, yeah?"

TYSM FOR READINGGG :)

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wttcsms · 1 year

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“she fell first, but he fell harder” with any inarizaki boy of your liking please! 🩵 have a good day~

pairing rintarou suna x f!reader word count 2.6k content contains mutual pining, tutor!au, right person/wrong time, bittersweet ending, unrequited love, slight angst author’s notes maybe not what u anticipated hehe

You don’t look up from your book even though the slamming of a bookbag on top of the table obnoxiously announces the arrival of another student, one who’s obviously going to take the seat next to yours.

“Hey—” So it’s a boy then.

“—can I ask you for a favor?”

Now you look up, partially annoyed that he’s interrupted you while you were in the middle of reading a particularly interesting paragraph, but more curious than not. You tilt your head, taking him in. Of course, you know Rintarou Suna — it’s hard for any student in the school not to know him. But just because you’re aware of his existence — and if you dare to allow yourself to be bold enough, you think he’s aware of your own — doesn’t exactly make the two of you chummy enough to ask each other for favors on a Tuesday morning.

You must have a bad poker face because he raises both hands in mock surrender. “Look, just hear me out. I need to pass this English class or my coach and captain won’t sign off on allowing me to play in the next few matches. I’ve seen the rankings; you’re top of our class. You know this shit a lot better than I do.”

A beat passes.

Two startling and equally scary revelations:

Now that you’re finally seeing him up close, Suna’s eyes are a much lighter shade than you thought they were. (Not that you’ve given his eyes much thought up until now, anyway.) It suits him. And,

Suna is absolutely aware of your existence.

“I’ll owe you one.” He says, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He’s playing at being nonchalant, but you can see it in those lighter-than-you-thought eyes of his that he’s practically pleading with you.

“I want you to convince Atsumu Miya to do an interview for the school paper.” You finally say.

Raised eyebrows is the closest thing you’ll get to seeing emotion on his face, you think. “Done.” And then, “Why Atsumu?”

“He’s not an easy person to get a hold of, but I know being the first person to ever interview him will probably mean something in the future.”

He nods, taking it in. “So it’s not because you’ve got a crush on him?”

You can’t tell if he’s teasing you or not; his voice and facial expression give nothing away. Shifting a bit in your seat, you frown. “No. His bad dye job makes him an eyesore.”

The corners of Suna’s mouth curve up at that.

ii.

“I didn’t know you wrote for the school paper,” Suna says.

“I’m the president of the club.” You push a paper covered in red pen marks, all of them corrections and criticisms against him. “Suna, we’ve been going at this for almost two weeks now. How have you barely improved?”

“Maybe you’re just not a good tutor.” You can read him well enough to know that he’s only joking. “You wanna be a journalist or somethin’?”

“Don’t try to change the subject. At least pretend to look over your paper.” Sighing because you know he won’t actually do anything unless you appease him, you shrug. “I want to be a sports reporter.”

“So that’s why you were so excited to meet with Atsumu!” You don’t expect him to actually be invested in your life, but you excuse his exclamation as him being bored out of his mind and savoring any distraction he can get.

The idea of being just a pleasant distraction from the pain of schoolwork makes you feel weird.

iii.

As you near the two-month mark since your tutoring sessions began, you make progress with Suna. He’s funnier than you realize, both of you sharing the same dry sense of humor that has jokes that can only properly be delivered if you say it with a straight face. He’s shown you about 200 of the images and videos cluttering his camera roll, and you pretend there’s no intimacy in that. His grades in English have substantially gotten better, to the point where you’re certain one day he’s going to decide that he doesn’t need tutoring anymore.

(For some reason, that makes you kind of sad.)

For now, you’re content to just be sitting next to him, both of you silently working on your assignments. He’s rewriting his essay due tomorrow (he’s a bit of a procrastinator, really) and you on your latest article for the school paper. The silence in the library — the silence wrapping the two of you together — is surprisingly comfortable.

Sometimes, Suna can’t make it to the tutoring sessions, and you pretend that it doesn’t matter. You just shrug and smile and move on. After the third time he does, he confesses that it’s because he’s seeing someone.

We’re just talking, he tells you. But you know that he must really like her because Suna doesn’t usually waste his breath talking about things he doesn’t care to talk about. He’s the one who brought her up completely unprompted. You actually would have been more than okay with remaining completely oblivious to whoever Suna decides to enter the talking stage with.

He yawns, stretching his arms while he does so.

It should be illegal, you decide, for someone so out of reach to still be so close to you. If you shifted your body back against your chair, nothing would stop the inevitability of his outstretched fingers brushing against your hair. The thought of that happening makes you far more excited than it should.

(He never tells you when they stop talking, but you know when they do because somewhere in between all these tutoring sessions, you started to learn him.)

iv.

“You really think I’m just messin’ around?” He’s got his elbow resting on the library table, cheek and chin laying against the open palm of his hand. When Suna smiles, it’s a little crooked, almost like a smirk, yet warm enough to cause heat to rise to your cheeks, especially when he’s smiling and staring at you like that, like you’re the one person he actually wants to see.

“You’re always messing around,” You point out.

“I wouldn’t joke about this.” There’s that familiar pleading look in his eyes that contains enough superhuman strength to pound away at your steely resolve. It’s the same look he gave you all those months ago when you two were nothing more than classmates exchanging favors. It’s the same damn look that got you caught up in all sorts of messes: rearranging your schedule to tutor him, suddenly spending more time making sure you look good for school, rejecting the other guy who first asked you the same question Suna’s asking now…

“I’m serious. Please go to the dance with me.”

“You didn’t even give me chocolate or flowers.” You manage to say, trying to ignore the pleased sensation that overtakes your body. It’s a different reaction from what you felt when your other classmate asked, and he at least had the decency to bring you your favorite drink from the vending machine when he did it. “This doesn’t seem like a very serious request.”

He snorts. “Would you have even wanted me to show up to homeroom with a poster and a bouquet and the twins serenading you as I asked you to a school dance?”

He knows you well enough that an extravagant proposal like that would have you wanting to run into the nearest bathroom stall and lock yourself in there until school ended. The fact that he knows you would hate anything remotely close to that, less dramatic or not, makes you agree to go with him.

(Perhaps he’s spent these tutoring sessions learning you, as well.)

“Hey!”

You turn around at the sound of a familiar voice, smiling when he comes into view. Donned in the same oversized gown, graduation cap hanging from one hand, Rintarou Suna is smiling back at you.

“Knew you would graduate top of our class. Congratulations.”

“And you were ranked within the top twenty. Being a volleyball star just wasn’t enough for you, huh?”

It feels good to be out here, freshly graduated and knowing the rest of the world is out there, just beyond the boundaries of your high school. The heat is getting the best of everyone wearing the thick graduation gowns, but instead of looking like a sweaty mess like the rest of you mere mortals, Rintarou just seems to shine, as if he’s made for summer. His hair sticks up, probably an effect of being stuffed in the cap for so long, and you find yourself pressing down on his hair. This isn’t the first time you’ve tried to help him tame his cowlick, and the action is so familiar, that it doesn’t even catch him off guard.

“My tutor carried.” He says, grinning at you.

(You feel considerably warmer now, and it’s not because of the sun.)

The laugh you give him makes his grin only grow wider. You sound equal parts pleased and surprised, just like how you always do whenever he decides to randomly compliment you. Is it bad that he wants to make you laugh like this for the rest of his life?

Before he can make a proper quip, one that will surely have you laughing even harder, someone is gently tugging you away from him.

“Hey, babe, my parents wanted to get pictures of us together.” And then, as if realizing Suna’s right there even though he’s tall enough to be hard to miss and close enough to tug you back towards him, the boy stares at him. “Oh, hey. Suna, right?”

Everyone here pretends as if it’s not already obvious that you all know each other.

“Congrats on nationals, man.”

“Thanks.” Suna says, without sounding the least bit thankful, even though he should be. He thought the two of you broke up already, and he’s been preparing for how he’s going to confess his feelings for you for the past two months now. At least now, he won’t have to suffer your rejection and embarrass himself for making a move on a taken girl.

“C’mon, my mom’s going to hate us if we keep her waiting any longer.” Your boyfriend is holding your hand, leading you toward wherever his parents are. You turn your head, looking like you want to say something to Rintarou, anything at all, but instead you give him a shrug and a small smile.

He keeps that smile of yours tucked safely in his pocket, not knowing that it’ll be a few more years until he gets to see it again.

vi.

Staying in touch is hard, but Suna is nothing if not stubborn. A random TikTok sent to you at 2 AM here, an attempt to meet for lunch if the two of you are in the same city at the same time there.

Getting drunk from your high school reunion and sneaking into the library the two of you spent the better half of your high school years pining after each other in is the most fun Suna’s had in years. The two of you are lying on the plush carpet, too drunk to care about how dirty it must be.

“Gosh, we spent so much time in this place.” You’re looking up at the ceiling, tacky glow-in-the-dark stars still stuck to it, remnants left behind by students who graduated way before you two.

“Some of the happiest times of my life.” He’s being too honest without realizing it.

You laugh, thinking he’s just joking because you always think he’s joking every time he tries to hint at his feelings for you. Feelings that didn’t hit him until he realized how pretty you are, even with your hair tied back and your bottom lip being bitten to death by your teeth as you type away at an article none of the students in this school will even bother to read. Feelings that he wished he confessed to you on the dancefloor, when the two of you slow danced, and you asked him are we doing this as friends? and he didn’t have the balls to say anything but of course it’s as friends.

“Yeah, I bet having me roast the shit out of every paper you wrote was the highlight of your second year.”

“It’s because it was you doing it that made me so happy.”

You laugh even louder at that. “Oh my God, Rin, you’re such a sap when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not just sayin’ shit just to say it, y’know? I mean it.” He tries his hardest to make the sincerity in his words stick, but he’s drunk, and his words are kind of slurred, and his intentions just slip and slide away. “I liked you back then.” Still do, he doesn’t say. I still like you.

“No way, really?” You turn to face him, wide-eyed with a tipsy smile on your face that lets him know that you just don’t know how serious he is right now. “Because I had the biggest crush on you in high school too!”

He always assumed the feelings were returned, but the possibility that they weren’t — that him confessing would just fuck up your friendship and have you leave him — was too large for him to risk it. Swallowing hard, he asks,

“Did you… Did you ever think we would end up together? Back then, I mean?”

You hum, too inebriated and maybe too distant to him now to recognize the pleading look in his eyes. “I wanted us to, but then I thought there wasn’t a chance in hell you would actually like me back. Gosh, this was all so long ago, though. I can’t believe we used to like each other, isn’t that so funny, Rin?”

The used to reveals enough to him.

vii.

You’ve made a name for yourself now. You’re not just a mere sports reporter (he doesn’t know that he’s the first person you confessed your dream career to), but every professional volleyball team in Japan has deemed you their favorite reporter to see out on court. Rintarou blames the fluttering of his heart and the excitement that floods him every time he sees you at one of his games on your popularity, but he sees through his own flimsy excuse.

You don’t show favoritism when it comes to conducting your post-game interviews, but tonight, you’re standing in front of the camera with him, smiling up at him with a microphone in your hand. He’s happy you’re here, but the only question he cares to answer is the what if? that’s been haunting him ever since that reunion. What if he confessed in high school? What if he sobered up after that night and told you the truth? Would this interview be different, then? Would you still say,

“Congratulations on a game well played!”

And would he still say,

“I heard some more congratulations are in order.” He’s giving you the same lopsided smile he always gives you, the smile that rests on his face yet belongs to only you. It’s all anyone could talk about. Pictures of you flood his timeline; his teammates, other players, and sports fans alike all were overjoyed at your happy announcement. You didn’t just win his heart over, but a good portion of Japan’s as well.

“Congratulations on your engagement.”

You smile at him, practically beaming, shining so much brighter than these stadium lights, and he holds onto this one even tighter. A smile just for him, placed right next to the memory of the one you’d given him at graduation.

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astyrial · 5 months

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an unlikely duo suna rintarō x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: you're forced to figure skate with a well known hockey player word count: 1.3k warnings: mentions of skate blades masterlist | requests are open part 2 / part 3

you've recently come to the conclusion that your hometown is far too obsessed with christmas events. one of them being that you have to perform a routine with a hockey player. one that has little to no finesse and lost the same lottery that you did (albeit, it was likely rigged by a close friend). your mind races with the thought of one of them accidentally slashing you while trying to perform with you.

a look of disgust crosses your face, and it goes far from unnoticed from your fellow figure skater, kiyoko, "it'll be fine, i have to perform with one too.."

"yea, but you get to perform with your husband. who, by the way, has practiced figure skating with you. i'll probably get some macho, skating is just for hockey players, kind of guy," you raise your eyebrows, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"it's going to be fine, y/n. i asked ryū if he thought the guy would be a good fit and he does! he doesn't know him super well, but this 'suna' seems like a nice guy."

you shake your head, walking back towards the changing rooms so that you can put your skates on. of course she believes he'll give glowing reviews, he's tanaka. he's probably the friendliest guy you know and is always up for helping kiyoko set you up with people.

"you're doubting me, and my husband, aren't you?" kiyoko catches up to you, leaving the cork board filled with papers behind.

with a short shrug, you turn to look at her, your eyebrows narrowed. every person that they set you up with in the past has not exactly been within your grasp. leaving you to awkwardly leave the date and never say anything again. now, though, you're forced to spend more than enough time with this mystery 'suna'.

"more like doubting that he'll be as nice as tanaka believes him to be-"

"you know, he's fine with you calling him ryū. we both love you a lot, y/n. and we're both just looking out for you. you're like the little sister i never asked for," kiyoko instantly begins to laugh, nudging your arm as you sit on the room's benches, your hands reaching for your skates.

your mouth sits open for a second, shaking your head, "unbelievable, i can't believe i've been betrayed like this."

kiyoko continues to laugh as she grabs her skates down, tying them around her ankles. you finish tying your own and slip your jacket off, turning to face her.

"so, when do we start practicing for this thing?"

"uh, well, today actually..." kiyoko doesn't look up at you, her lips pursed, her fingers still playing with her laces.

you narrow your eyes at her, an amazed laugh somehow coming out of your mouth. with a sharp, tsk, you lean back against the wall. today, that's hardly enough time to let you research the man. let alone enough time for kiyoko to give you a breather.

it takes you a moment, but finally, you gain enough composure to sigh and scratch the back of your neck. "you're so lucky i love you, because if not, i might've killed you just now," you lean forward as your elbows rest on your knees.

"sorry... i should've told you sooner, i mean i was on the committee. but i'm sure it'll be fine, you'll love him. in the meantime, how about we get started on the ice," kiyoko rests her hand on yours, a smile on her face.

while a part of you knows you should be upset, but you know you can never truly be angry at her. you intertwine your fingers with hers and give your hand a light squeeze. with a light tilt of your head and an over dramatic sigh, the two of you get out into the ice.

it's smooth, freshly run over by the zamboni. your skates glide over it as you breathe in the cold air. it circulates your lungs as you make a full circle around the rink. every morning that you go through this is a morning worth remembering. today will just be a little tainted by a certain individual encroaching on your space.

you take one spin, letting your blade dance atop the ice. when your other leg hits the ground, you feel the adrenaline already pumping through your veins. "you seem to already be having fun," kiyoko skates over to you, her signature smile on her face.

"cold air helps me get over my grievances easier," you shrug, scrunching up your nose as she rolls her eyes.

"good thing you'll be skating with suna then. plenty of cold air as you teach him how to do a twist-"

"a twist? yeah i'd rather be forced to do quadruple axel than have some hockey player throwing me through the air like i'm a doll. especially when they're not known for their elegancy," a sigh slips past your lips, your eyes wide open in surprise.

kiyoko shakes her head, looking past you for a second. you turn around, wondering what she's looking at. your eyes narrow as you see a few guys stroll into the skating rink. you look back at her and then back at them, "why are there three?"

"michimiya is late... she'll be here soon though. she's paired with daichi," kiyoko crosses her arms, skating around you, moving around.

you shrug your shoulders, rolling your eyes, "so everyone gets someone they know but me? they were best friends in high school. and i get some guy from who knows where and is probably annoying and will end up sending me to the floor."

"give him more credit than that, y/n. please, give him a chance, i promise he'll be okay. if not, then you can kill me," kiyoko brings her hand up to your shoulder and attempts to console you.

"fine, let's go meet him," you lean your head back, skating over towards the nearby benches.

they're completely empty due to the rink being closed for your practices. meanwhile, the three men make their way over, walking in a distinct line. tanaka stands in the front of the line and leads the two others towards where he'll get his skates on.

behind him is daichi, and in the very back seems to be the man named suna. his dark hair sticks out of a beanie, a large bag thrown around his shoulder. there's a certain lack of enthusiasm on his face (probably one that matches a soft frown lining your lips). there are wired headphones hooked up to what looks like an mp3 player.

you look back at kiyoko for a moment and sigh, rolling your eyes before finishing your skating to the side the rink. kiyoko immediately greets tanaka who reaches over the side to give him a hug. he is quick to give you a hello as well, a smile still wide on his face.

however, your eyes stay trained on your soon to be partner. he immediately pulls out his hockey skates and starts lacing them up. you wait for a moment before finally saying something, "uh, suna? i'm your partner for the event, l/n."

he doesn't look up, his eyes trained on his laces and his ears still filled with some music. you speak a little louder, repeating his name again to somehow gain his attention. once again, it goes unnoticed by the seemingly preoccupied hockey player.

you look over at kiyoko who is shrugging her shoulders, pursing her lips. with your eyes practically shooting daggers at her, you knock on the railing of the tink, "suna!"

"what?!" he finally looks up, his eyes wide in surprise at your loud attempt to catch his attention.

"i'm your partner for the event, l/n. how about you take out those headphones before you meet me on the ice?" you turn around, skating off before he has an attempt to say anything, mouthing 'asshat' to yourself.

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izunx · 10 months

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3:37 AM

Suna was not happy at all. He would have appreciated being in bed at this time with his soon to be wife but those plans had to be paused because his soon to be wife happened to get wasted at a party.

“You’re so fine” You wail in the passenger seat, thrashing around.

“Is that so,” He huffs and swats your clammy prying hands away from his freshly washed soft hair.

“You kinda look like my fiancé”

“Is your fiancé handsome?”

You giggle and throw your head into your hands as you kick your feet, “He’s really really handsome, sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky.”

To say Suna was amused was an understatement, but who got you so drunk you didn’t have the capability to recognise anyone? Your friends called him a little too late for his liking but he trusted you to stay safe partying until dawn. It’d be a long time before you’re allowed out to party again.

“Yeah? What’s your favourite part about him?”

“It’s hard to say,” you sat there in your seat thinking long and hard, “his humour, hair, smile, clothes, nose, lips…”

You were looking at him with a smug smile on your face as Suna pulled up to his parking space. He too had a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Why don’t you kiss him right now?” He handed you a water bottle to help you come back to being sober and clearing your head.

“You should bring me to him” You were lazy in your smile now as you leaned in closer to him, examining his facial features.

“And if he’s already here?”

“Don’t lie to me mister!”

“But I’m your fiancé Mrs”

“Really?” You gawked up at him, “no wonder you were so handsome, there couldn’t be someone on my husband’s level”

He smirked, “You’d be surprised knowing we boutta kiss right now,”

You crashed your lips into his and immediately and hung your arms over his shoulder. It was slow and long, filled with love and unnamed passion. It was like your lips were carved for his as they moved in sync and he savoured it all. He loved you a lot.

“Why don’t we get you to bed now love?” You giggled at the name.

“Yeah, it’s past your bed time”

“Oh? My bed time?” He says, opening the door to the passenger seat and lifting you to your feet, he had an arm around you as you both made your way to the house.

You were beginning to doze off but you didn’t want to just yet, “what’s your favourite part about me rin?”

He was taken aback, he didn’t expect you to hold out for that long.

“There’s no answer to that when every part of you is my favourite” He pecks your cheek and unlocks the door to the house and you exploded then and there.

“I love you, Rinatrou”

“I love you too”

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yenonnoff · 6 months

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r. suna (oneshot) — one last time

pairing: suna rintaro x reader

content: mild angst, established relationship/ex lovers

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: unable to sleep, you impulsively decide to call your ex-boyfriend, suna rintaro

a/n: my first one shot !! thank u to everyone who’ll be reading this (this is my first time writing for suna so forgive the potential ooc)

“hello?”

the beeping ceased and a familiar voice came from the other side of your phone.

your breath hitched instantly—it’s been so long since you’ve heard his voice. slowly, you managed to respond, “hi, rin. it’s y/n.”

for a moment, a pause shifted between the two of you, neither one saying a word. you close your eyes in anticipation. perhaps you should’ve said more; perhaps you should’ve given a reason as to why you’d called him so unexpectedly, so spontaneously. you should’ve, but you didn’t.

on his end, you heard papers shuffling accompanied by the sound of a pencil dropping. he was doing homework even while it was past midnight—typical of him. you resisted a somber smile, memories of late night calls together flooding your mind.

rin’s voice cuts through the intolerable silence, something you were grateful for.

“oh, i thought i recognized the phone number,” he said.

his nonchalant tone pained you—his words hurt you even more. you knew the implications: he had deleted your phone number and had already moved on. as you squirm over your impulsive decision to call him, rin thinks nothing of it. clearly, you weren’t over him, and he knew that.

“why’d you call me, y/n?”

you almost didn’t respond, too distracted by his lulling voice saying your name.

“the chemistry professor wanted me to pass you a message. the final project isn’t due next week, it’s due at the end of the month. oh, and that you also left your notebook in his class,” you state hastily.

you had prepared precisely for how to reply in this exact situation. obviously you couldn’t call him out of nowhere—you needed an excuse. even while your mutual friends, osamu and atsumu, had warned you not to reach out, you still did. now you were going to find out whether it was worth it or not.

you heard rin release a soft breath, the sound of his squeaky chair accompanying it.

“so you called to tell me that?” he asked plainly. underneath his unperturbed tone, you sensed his confusion and mild curiosity.

when you didn't immediately respond, he continued, “you could’ve sent an email or a text message.”

you bite your lips—so that’s what he thinks of the current situation. of course you had thought about that before calling him. the fear of him seeing right through your excuse plagued your mind as you hovered over the call button. in the back of your mind, you knew you should’ve just emailed or texted him to relay the professor’s message. however, a part of you detested that idea. it reminded you of how you were just classmates now; just acquaintances with mutual friends; just strangers during passing period.

you exhaled heavily, mumbling something underneath your breath as your eyebrows furrowed with exhaustion. maybe you could be honest—was there really anything to lose? keeping your voice steady, you said, “i could’ve, but i just wanted to call you.”

for a while there was nothing but silence. you contemplated ending the call until rin asked, “is that so? or was it because you couldn’t sleep, y/n?”

closing your eyes again, you tugged your blanket closer to your body. he was correct—of course he was correct. you blame the sight of your empty bed; the sight of the neat, gray pillow that he would always hog; the sight of the uncluttered nightstand that he would constantly dump his belongings on, for your impulsive decision to call him. even now, you couldn’t sleep, haunted by the memories of him laying next to you.

your voice became quieter, your eyelids falling loose. “yes and no. you’re right, i couldn’t fall asleep and had wanted to call you, but i didn’t lie about the professor’s message or your notebook.”

“y/n,”—rin’s voice hasn’t changed ever since you’d called him—“do you want me to stay on call with you until you fall asleep? just one last time?”

you paused before replying, a bittersweet smile forming on your face. “yes, if you don’t mind.”

you hear rin pick up some papers and set them aside. you knew what came next: he would reach underneath his desk and pull out a folder containing his lyric sheets and guitar chords. pulling your knees closer to your chest, you couldn’t bear the suffocating nostalgia.

“are you still working on that new song?” you asked hesitantly.

humming in response, rin continued to scribble god knows what down on his paper. maybe they were lyrics or new ideas that had just popped into his head. even while the two of you were still in a relationship, you didn’t get the chance to ask him much about the song. as curiosity swirled around inside your mind, you found yourself in agonizing regret.

however, now you do have the chance to ask him. what genre is the song? what was the inspiration? you smiled to yourself, readjusting your position on the bed. you were filled with boundless inquiries that will never see the light of day—you made sure of it. it pained you, but you were okay with keeping your peace; after all, you didn’t want to remind him (and partly yourself) of the reason why you broke up. surely you’d discover the answers to your numerous questions after the song is released. it’d be easy: you’d just need to ask the internet and boom, you’d have your answers. still, it’s different when you’re asking him directly and hearing the answers from him, and only him.

biting the inside of your cheek, you close your eyes to the sound of rin tapping his fingers rhythmically against his desk, an old habit of his.

truthfully, the answer wasn’t very complicated: the two of you were just too different. it sounds simple, but underneath that was a challenge that even you two couldn’t overcome. your future profession requires you to be active, present in one location, while rin—an aspiring musician—plans on signing gigs and touring around the world. you loved him for that, and because of that love, you ended things with him.

you sucked in a breath.

maybe… rin also felt the same way. maybe he also loved your enthusiasm and passion, but wondered if his absence would hurt you. maybe that was why he had agreed to your breakup proposal without any ounce of doubt or hesitation. in that moment, you didn’t ask why he seemed so unbothered, you simply took your belongings and left. you should’ve asked—you really wanted to know.

when rin spoke, his voice startled your eyelids open. “have you been having trouble sleeping, y/n?”

there it was again, the sound of him saying your name. you blink away the memories, replying, “yeah. it’s just stress building up, that's all.”

before, it wasn’t so bad—you had rin after all, you would call him and he’d stay on the phone with you until you fell asleep. however, now it was different. you no longer have the comforting sound of his soft breathing lull you to sleep; you were stuck with the silence of your dorm room and the bitter aftertaste of loneliness.

still, you were going to be okay. you have to be okay—not only for yourself, but also for rin. you knew how he’d react if he discovered your numerous sleepless nights.

sitting up in your bed, your fingers traced shapes on top of your blanket. you weren’t going to fall asleep any time soon anyway.

randomly, you broke the silence, “the chemistry professor is really strict, isn’t he?”

you heard rin’s quiet voice from the other side of the phone. “yeah,” he said, “i definitely failed the presentation on friday.”

laughter seeped through your lips. you didn’t mean to, but you couldn’t deny that he did actually fail the presentation—it was the truth. catching your breath, you mused lightheartedly, “what did you expect from pairing up with atsumu?”

quietly, rin sighed—you could bet a fortune that he was currently furrowing his eyebrows. “the man was saying complete nonsense. the things he said weren’t even on the slides.”

you nodded, there was no denying that either. however, you had to give atsumu some credit for his public speaking skills. he may have received a zero in the informational section, but you were confident he aced the speaking and clarity portion with flying colors.

“maybe we should cut him some slack,” you said. “he did make the professor laugh a couple times with his jokes.”

“awful jokes you mean.”

you smiled. “extremely awful—but i’m pretty sure they helped both of you score some extra points.”

you heard rin relax in his seat, his chair squeaking with fatigue. “do you think i’d have a better chance at passing if i paired up with osamu instead?”

you groan almost instantly at the mention of your partner’s name. while dealing with osamu was 73% better than his blond haired, high maintenance twin brother, osamu was the one who contributed largely to your many sleepless nights.

“based on your groan, i’ll take that as a no,” rin remarked teasingly.

you heaved a sigh. how cruel he was for finding the situation entertaining… as you remembered all the nights where you stressed over the presentation with osamu mercilessly (and unhelpfully) watching you on facetime, you felt a cold shiver down your spine.

“hey,” rin said, his voice lacking any mirth from before. “i thought you did really well. your presentation was good, don’t worry about it.”

your shoulders relaxed and you whispered a quiet “thanks.” he really was cruel; was he even aware of how genuine and considerate he just sounded? probably not, he was like this during your relationship as well. one of the reasons you fell for him was because of how effortlessly caring he was—and it seems, still is.

after a while, you said, “well, positively speaking, osamu does his part well, i guess. he bought me a lot of food during that time too, so he’s not that bad, i guess.”

you heard another one of rin’s quiet chuckles. “you can’t compliment him and then end with ‘i guess,’ y/n.”

“why don’t you try complimenting atsumu then?” perhaps you sounded more irked than intended, but secretly, you were smiling with amusement.

there was a pause until rin eventually said, “that’s hard. he’s just an attention hogger.”

you grinned pleasingly. “that’s true. maybe that’s why he’s dragging me to that party tomorrow.”

“oh, that party? you’re going to it?”

a wave of unease washed over you and you reached to pull your blanket closer. you hummed in response, weary of where the conversation was headed.

“is that so? have fun then.” he said. “take care of yourself and wait before driving. i’m more worried about you than atsumu,” he added with a chuckle.

his voice had remained the same: nonchalant and rin-like—but this time, there were hints of tenderness in there. he really was cruel for catching you off guard like that.

“you aren’t going?” you asked.

“atsumu asked me to go, but i’m busy that day. i’m visiting the studio to finish up the song.”

your silence felt like an eternity, your words getting caught in your throat.

“are you worried about going? if anything goes wrong just call me,” he said as if it had been the easiest thing in the world.

now you really didn’t know what to say. he was so, so, so irritatingly cruel.

“thank you, rin. i’ll make sure atsumu doesn’t pass out and that we get back to the dorms safely.”

“no problem, i hope you have fun.”

you hummed, allowing silence to seep into the conversation. it was nice of him to say that, but deep down, the two of you both knew this was your last phone call together.

reaching towards your nightstand, you turned off your lamp. when you settled back into bed, you said plainly, “i should probably go to sleep now.”

you waited for him to respond, but all he said was a simple “yeah.”

“thanks for staying on call with me, i appreciate it.”

“don’t mention it.”

you smiled. “good night, rin.”

for the next couple of minutes you laid there silently, recalling the previous moments on call with him. you thought about all the laughter the two of you shared, along with all the remarks and silly comments exchanged throughout.

before, you wouldn’t have dared to call him or even speak of him, too sad to consider what it’d be like if you did. now, you wondered how your past self would react upon witnessing what you’d just done.

rin had spoken to you so kindly—so reassuringly. in reality, there was nothing for you to fuss about. to him, he was just glad to hear you’ve been doing well (minus a couple sleepless nights). it’s hard to say whether you’re friends again or not, but you were certainly more than acquaintances.

slowly, your eyelids felt heavier and you drifted off to sleep. you wondered how you’d feel in the morning: overwhelmed? energized? or would you still feel empty and stuck as if you were at a dead end? would there be a sense of accomplishment or disappointment at all the unanswered questions left after the call ended?

what was your relationship with him now?

that night you slept soundlessly, you didn’t even notice your alarm blaring at you to wake up in the morning. however, strangely you didn’t feel anything when you awoke—not even annoyance at your troublesome alarm. it was just another day, but with the exception of your friend atsumu dragging you to a party.

as you reluctantly got ready and returned to make your bed, you were reminded of your phone call with rin. what was your relationship with him? you hesitated to answer that question, freezing as you held your blanket in your hands. hastily, you tidied your sheets and rearranged your pillows.

did it really matter? all you could think about was how, regardless of being broken up, rin still cared for you enough to stay on the phone until you fell asleep. he wasn’t angry or defensive, he was just worried. what kind of relationship you had with him now didn’t matter—you and him care for one another and that’s all that matters.

a smile formed on your face and you got ready to meet up with atsumu. when you grabbed your shoes, your phone rang and you saw a familiar number.

you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. maybe you were excited to go to the party after all.

“sorry, ‘tsumu. i’m coming right now!”

additional a/n: TYY for reading this 😘😘 i asked may @kqbukimono for advice on what u’d do if u called ur ex but she said he wouldn’t have done it in the first place such great help right 😬 (jk ily) + the title is inspired by the song one last time by summer salt !!

#haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu suna #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna x reader #suna rintaro fic #fanfic #angst #romance #suna rintaro angst

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skiiyoomin · 5 days

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imma do haikyuu for this cause im low-key high-key nostalgic of my 2020 haikyuu phase 🥹

warnings: gn! light swearing

RULES !!

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK PLEASE

REQUESTS: OPEN

NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

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YOU TRIP ON STAGE DURING YOUR GRADUATION

This was it. This was the moment you had been waiting for for as long as you could even begin to remember. All those gruesome hours counting down the seconds until you could dash off to your home were finally over. No more brain exploding math classes or dull history classes that made you want to pass out because of the teachers monotonous tone.

"(Y/N) (L/N)"

Your name was announced and with a proud giddy smile, you walked up the steps and onto the stage. Everything was going spectacularly well. You grabbed your diploma and shook the Principals hand. You began to walk down the steps and when you looked forward, you made eye contact with your friend. Wrong move because the second your eyes shifted from the floor to your friend, you tripped.

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Bursts out laughing. Like he´s deadass the type of person who laughs first then worries about you. Has literally no mercy on you. Can and *will* use this to his advantage, will not let you live this moment down for as long as he´s alive. Probably chuckles every once in a while when he thinks back on it and TRUST he thinks about it a lot.

TSUKISHIMA, Kuroo, MATSUKAWA, Hanamaki, SUNA, Atsumu, Shirabu, Tendo, Sugawara

Lets out a chuckle or two at first when everyone laughs but when you sit back down beside him, he asks if you´re okay, geniuenly concerned that you didn´t hurt yourself. When you confirm it was nothing but merely embarrassing, he grins in amusement. Might tease you a little bit BUT, he´s merciful unlike some people, and he quickly stops to save you the embarrassement.

Oikawa, IWAIZUMI, Kageyama, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Hinata, Kenma, Akaashi, Osamu, Semi

Worries THEN laughs. He´s gotta make sure you´re okay and you didn´t hurt yourself. Once you give him the okay he´ll chuckle, replaying the moment in his head and finding it quite funny actually. He quickly lets it go though, which saves you the embarrasement!

Daichi, Ushijima, Goshiki, Kita, Sakusa, Bokuto, Yamaguchi, Yachi, Kiyoko

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renardiererin · 10 months

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Ok but youve put the absolute most amount of brainrot in my head from your rockstar!suna post: just imagining him with rings and chains, making out backstage, him running his hand through his messy hair after a show, the twins scoffing at him for being whipped, teaching you to play guitar but only because he likes seeing you flustered from being so close to him…

OH MY GOD OKAY JUST IMAGINE--

rintarou suna has a bit of a bad reputation. not the nicest guy in the world; he does what he wants to do rather than listening to other people and what they have to say. he's a cold, heartless bitch. the only thing is, all of that goes away when he's with you. lifeless, dead eyes lighting up with pure love when he sees you at the barricade. he'll wink at you, giving all the girls around you a heart attack when they think it's for them. changing the lyrics of his band's songs to either highly sexual or overly lovey dovey phrases about you while holding eye contact with you. he's not a great benefit to your career. he's good for your heart but he's bad for business! he's an absolute loverboy when you two are alone. meeting him backstage after a show when his hair is messy and his ringed up hands are running through the dark locks falling over his forehead, him spotting you and immediately walking over to say, "hi baby," and shoving his tongue down your throat for the following 5 minutes. he'll sit on the backstage couch with you in between his legs, back flush against his chest as he guides your hands around the strings and teaches you the chords to your favorite taylor swift songs that he learned just to impress you. he'll laugh and kiss your cheeks & neck when you get flustered from being held against him and trapped by the guitar. he's a cutie. i'm so obsessed with rockstar suna.

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ravenslvt · 1 month

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why does your best friend’s brother have to be so hot??

☆ suna rintarou x fem!reader (pt.2) ☆

cw: smut! shower sex, pet names, porn with feelings, oral m receiving, rough sex, tension.

pt.1 link pt.3 link pt.4 link

“hellooo? earth to ami?” you wave your hand in front of your friend’s face. she was laser focused on her switch, music blasting in her headphones as she plays the new zelda game. she gives you one glance “yeah?” she says, pausing the game and taking off one headphone.

“i’m gonna shower. where do you keep the towels?”

“hallway closet. if not, ask rintarou” she puts her earphone back in, zoning back into her game. you sigh, walking out of her room and into the hall. she took her video games seriously. you open the cabinet, eyes squinting for a towel to use. oh great, of course the best ones were on the top row. you huff.

“what’cha doin?” a low voice rumbles from behind you. you keep yourself from practically jumping out of your skin. “jesus, rintarou. stop sneaking up on me like that!” you smack his arm playfully. he just smiles. he loved your reactions to him.

he was shirtless, skin glistening in fresh sweat. it was clear he just got done with a workout. your eyes wander down his chest.

“where’s ami?” he asks, his voice a little quieter than usual. your eyes draw back to his, raising your brows. “playing games in her room… why?” you cross your arms over your chest, looking up at the taller man. he just reaches over you to grab a towel you were looking for. he smelled like a mix of his cologne and sweat, it was dizzying.

“i wanted the pink one…” you pout as he hands you the white towel. he shrugs, taking it for himself. “i’ll take this one then.” he grabs you the pink towel you wanted, a smile growing on your face. “and what do you mean by that?” you hug the fluffy towel to your chest, your eyes raking over his handsome features.

it had been three days since you and him had your moment in the kitchen. the marks on both of you almost completley faded by now. the only thing left of that night was the lingering memory of his touch.

he grabs your hand, leading you into the big hallway bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. you carefully place the pink towel down on the spacious counter, but rintarou had other ideas.

“c’mere” he grabs you by the waist, slamming his mouth into yours, leaning you against the sink. the bathroom echoed with your small noises of enjoyment.

“always so loud” he reluctantly pulls away, making you pout. he quickly turns on the shower to cover your noise. in a flash, his mouth is back on yours. your hands go to his bare chest, pressing against his hard muscles. he smiled at this.

the hot steam of the shower slowly filled the room, reminding you of what you even came in here to do. his hands reach for your top, you help him peel it off over your head. your own nervous hands reach at his workout shorts, pushing them down his hips to leave him in his boxers. fuck, he was hard already.

“don’t wanna make a mess again, c’mon.” you clench at the memory of him fucking you on the counter downstairs just a few nights ago. once you’re both stripped completely, he makes sure your towels are close to the shower as he steps into the hot pouring water. your arms cover your chest when you follow him in, a bit self conscious. he holds your elbow to help you get under the sprinkling water.

the water poured over his head, his hair slicked to his face. you admired how good he looked with the droplets falling down his face to his neck to his chest, all the way down to his hard cock and the trimmed brown hair surrounding it.

he held your face in his hands, studying you. it made your face flush.

“you’re so pretty” his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, dragging it down before letting it go.

“you’re prettier” you reply, looking up at him blissfully. he just chuckles.

“not a chance” he leans in for another kiss, this time a little more slow and heartfelt. it made your insides feel hot when his hands move down your body. you gasp softly as his hands palm your ass, bringing you closer to him. he slowly grinded his arousal into your thigh, making you whine. you just wanted him inside already.

he groans when you take his hard cock in your hand, gently rubbing your thumb up and down the slit before stroking him, making him hiss.

“can i? please rin.” you give him pleading eyes, begging to let you suck him off in the shower. he groans.

“i don’t wanna hurt your pretty knees, baby.” his large hands comfortably rub your hips. you just roll your eyes.

“i don’t care. just want it in my mouth.” you give him a peck on his lips, then his neck, then his chest. going all the way down to the base of his cock. you lower yourself on your knees, ignoring the sting of the hard floor against your sensitive skin.

you give his head small kitten licks, focusing on the tip where you know he was most sensitive. you slowly take him into your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth before taking him almost all the way in. he was just so big! your eyes watered when he hit the back of your mouth, using your small hand to wrap around the rest that wouldn’t fit.

“fuckk.” the back of his head hits the shower wall with a small thump, but he was more caught up in the pleasure of your mouth sucking him off. his hands grip your hair, making you moan around him. he curses at the vibration of your throat around him. you notice, softly humming to keep the rumble around him.

he had to hold himself back from grabbing your face and fucking your mouth, not wanting to hurt you. his hips stuttered as your mouth moved up and down his shaft, trying to copy what you've seen in videos.

your free hand reached down, rubbing your clit. you couldn’t help it, the view of him losing himself in your mouth was just too much for you to handle. you’d imagined this so many times, the taste of him. everything. you hollow your cheeks, trying to get him as deep as you could without choking.

“s-stop or i’m g-gonna cum, fuck!” he practically whines, his eyes on you. you were so wet just from his sounds. you just take him deeper, ignoring the burning ache in your jaw. you could taste the saltiness of his precum on your tongue, your fingers moving in rhythm on your clit.

it takes all of his willpower, but he pulls you off of him, groaning at the string of spit and precum dripping from your mouth. you frown. he just runs his hand through your wet hair, panting.

“i wanna finish with you, baby. i’ll let you taste me properly another time, yeah?” you nod as he pulls you back up on your feet, holding you so you don’t fall from your shakey knees.

he kisses you again. god, he could do this forever. his cock was still hard, red and raging from all the stimulation. it practically twitched at the thought of being inside you again when it brushes against your wet thigh.

he grabs your hips, slamming you against the cold shower wall with pure hunger on his mind. the sight of you touching yourself while sucking him off making him almost cum at the thought. he was utterly obsessed with you.

he starts to kiss down your jaw to your neck, starting to suck small marks into your skin.

“no marks!” you scold him. he just pouts, nuzzling his head into your neck. he understood why, but he just wished he could let everyone know you were his, though he’d never admit it.

he hesitently pulls back, hiking your leg to wrap around his hip. fuck. he couldn’t tell if you were more wet from the actual water from the shower or from his touch. it was mostly from him.

he lines himself up with your hole, his tip poking at your entrance. “you ready?” he asks, rubbing his cock between your folds, making you mewl.

“yes, please just put it- fuck!” you practically scream as he sinks himself into your needy pussy, holding back a loud groan himself. you felt even better than before. or maybe he just missed your cunt so much.

“shh. you’re almost louder than the shower…” he rasped out, holding onto your hips for dear life. he started moving, setting a mouth watering pace. the way his tip brushes your g spot with every deep thrust makes your head loll back onto the shower tile.

you couldn’t tell if it was the steam from the hot shower, or the way he was pounding into you that was making you so hazy. probably both.

you couldn’t control the little whimpers and moans coming from your mouth, thankful that the shower was loud enough to cover up your small sounds.

suddenly, there was a knock at the door and a call of your name.

“what is taking you so long?! i need to shower too girl!” ami yells from outside the door. your eyes widen, rintarou immediately covering his own mouth with his hand. he was still balls deep inside of you, trusts slowing down, but not stopping.

“s-sorry! just had to wait for the water to heat up!” you shout back, she just groans.

“whatever, i’ll just use the other shower.” you could hear her voice receding down the hall. you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding in.

“we really need to find better places to fuck.” he comments, his pace quickening again.

“you’re the one who- f-fuck- dragged me in here.” you pant, your tits bouncing at the way he fucked you against the cool tile.

“don’t act like you didn’t want this. pussys practically sucking me in.” he adds.

“fuck” he mumbles, looking down at where you two met. the way you could see the buldge of his cock through your belly everytime he entered you. he placed his hand over it.

he lowers his mouth to your tits, taking one in his mouth, gently biting and sucking, making you moan. he switches between them until he’s satisfied, making you squeeze around him.

“so fucking hot.” he growls, holding onto your leg to bring it higher so he can fuck you even deeper. he was close, his cock pulsing inside of you.

“m’ cuming!” you cried out, holding onto his shoulders for support, nails digging into his skin. you rut your hips to meet his own thrusts in absolute bliss, vision getting blurry with tears as you clench around him, his dick fitting so perfectly inside of you, making you feel so fucking good.

“right there with you, baby. w-where can i-“ he starts, his pace stuttering. his brows were furrowed in concentration.

“inside rinn, please please please!” you begged, locking your leg around his hip to bring him deeper. he moans, his hot seed filling you to the fucking brim. your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of his cock pumping cum inside of you.

he kisses you through your orgasms, swallowing all your moans along with his own. you pull away, dizzy with lust, panting heavily.

he pulls his cock out of you with a groan, the mixes of your release dripping down and washing away almost instantly in the water.

he kisses your cheek, soothing you. “let’s wash up, pretty girl.”

a/n: i’m so overwhelmed with all the support on this series!! i already have plans for the next part with a little more plot since this one was mostly smut! i do plan on basically every chapter having smut so don't worry y'all <3

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randomchaosyay · 3 months

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Suna Rintarō Bf Headcanons

For his birthday 🫶🏼

Warnings: None :D

- You are his wallpaper

- So many albums of pictures of you (You ony know about some of them)

- Will absolutely let you paint his nails

- Cuddles❕

- Will usually be a big spoon but he’ll be a little spoon when he’s really tired

- Calls you doll, doll face, sometimes pretty girl, or a nickname of yours. (Idk why it’s just the vibes he gives me)

- Doesn’t show it, but he loves when you’re at his practices and matches.

- Gets especially jealous of Atsumu being near you

- Definitely the type to tease you a bit if you’re shorter than him (his canon height is 6’1.1” or 185.7 cm)

- If you’re taller than him he’ll love you all the same

- Likes if you play with his hair during naps

- Overal he loves you and you should love him too 🩷

#x reader #fanfic #headcanon #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou #suna rintarō #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintaro fluff #suna rinatro #suna rintaro x you #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #Happy birthday Rinrin <3

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creative-crybaby · 2 years

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Cut to the Chase

PAIRING: timeskip!Suna Rintarou x fem!reader

GENRE: smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: fingering, nipple play, light manhandling, masturbation (f), hair-pulling, cum eating, biting, use of bunny once, mating press

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

SUMMARY: You really like Suna’s new haircut. All characters are 18+

“Are you going to let me in?”

You and Suna stare at each other as he waits at your door. Or rather, his expression appears bored while his eyes show a mix of impatience and confusion as your gaze holds awe.

“All right,” the middle blocker huffs before carefully squeezing past you, “I’ll just…”

Your focus follows him as the athlete makes himself at home. You don’t bother scolding him for rummaging through your fridge for a drink, nor when he kicks his feet onto your coffee table as he sits on the couch. Your lack of response earns you a glimpse from the corner of his eye, but no comment as he takes a sip.

“Any starters for our movie marath—”

“You got a haircut.”

His head snaps towards where you stand a few feet away from him. “That’s what’s got you staring?”

You nod slowly.

Suna sighs. “Well, yeah. I did; it was getting long. Got in the way when playing.”

You finally move from your spot, joining him on the couch as he places his drink on the table. You’re still in a trance, though your friend isn’t as uncomfortable.

“It’s nice,” you hum, twirling a few strands between your index finger and thumb. “You look hot.”

Narrow eyes widen at your bold comment that you don’t seem to realize you made. The middle blocker quickly regains composure, subconsciously leaning into your touch as he swings his legs off the coffee table.

“Was I not hot before?” he quips, his tone coming off as uninterested. You don’t stop playing with his locks as you softly shake your head.

“You were plenty hot before,” you almost whisper. “I just think this cut suits you more.”

“Pull it then.” Suna leans in a bit closer, and it’s only then do you catch his intense stare. Your hand freezes in place, your actions finally dawning on you as your face grows warm. You don’t get the chance to move as your friend grabs hold of your wrist, amusement twinkling in his gaze. “Why’d you stop?”

It’s not the first time he’s teased you. He likes flustering you: with your eyes widening and brows creasing while you attempt to stammer out a comeback, you never fail to entertain the middle blocker with your embarrassment. Your reaction is more frozen this time, but he’s satisfied anyway, bringing a half-smile to his face. An expression outside of boredom is a rarity coming from him, and anything resembling emotion on his face is a beauty you’d engrave in your memory for as long as you have known each other. Even with you being on the receiving end of his teasing, that lazy attempt of a smile only enhances the fox-like features that make him so irresistible.

Fuck it.

You twist your arm out of his hold and then grab Suna’s face to pull him into a kiss. He’s taken aback–the quiet gasp he let out told you that much–though he’s quick to reciprocate after the initial shock. It’s messy, with tongues swirling around each other and teeth gently nibbling on swollen lips. The hold on his cheeks slides back up to his hair, grip tightening followed by light tugs. The middle blocker pulls away with a groan.

“Straight to it, huh?” he pants, a lazy smirk making way to his features. You don’t bother answering, not with words, anyway: pulling him back into another kiss, shimmying onto his lap while his arms wrap around your waist. Your hands are twisted back into his locks, nails lightly grazing his scalp and making him release the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard.

He’s poking you. The opportunity to tease him is right there, though you aren’t in any state to do so. With your panties wetly hugging your pussy, you have no right. Instead, you indulge, grinding against his crotch and relishing in the friction. Your actions make Suna slide his hands down to your hips, aiding you in your movements. You pull away from the makeout session hastily.

“Rin,” you whimper as he dips his head to nibble at your neck. Your thighs twitch at his tongue dancing across your skin, and your grip on his hair tightens. “Rin, please.”

The middle blocker hums, halting his actions. “Please?”

You don’t answer, too busy trying to steady your breathing, and he bites down at the junction of your neck. You yelp as he pulls away to peer down at you, his hold dangerously close to your ass. He even stops grinding, leaving you to sit on his hard-on. His expression is stoic, as it usually is, though you know he’s anything but bored. You catch the dilation of his pupils as his eyes lock on yours, the greyish-yellow irises mere thin rings outlining the abysses. You want to drown in them; in your breathless state, you probably already are.

“Please,” you pant, pressing your chest against his, “please, fuck me.”

That’s all it took to get your head to rest against the couch’s arm and the handsome athlete to hover over your frame. Suna makes quick work of discarding your shorts while you attempt to remove your t-shirt. Attempt as in your current position prevents you from pulling it past your head. Your brows crease in frustration, though a large hand gently tugs the article of clothing out of your grasp by its hem, bringing it to your lips.

“We don’t need any noise complaints,” he tells you like it’s a statement, yet the implications have your cheeks burning. Slowly, you part your lips, biting down gently on the cotton material. You have to refrain from covering your bare chest from his intense stare, keeping them at your sides while they mindlessly yank at the waistband of your panties.

Panties? You’re crossing one thigh over the other now, trying and failing to cover yourself as bashfulness consumes you. Suna’s eyelids droop.

“You’re getting shy on me now?” he muses, slowly rising from his hunched position. You pull him back down by his collar in a panic.

“No!” you stammer, your shirt slipping out of your mouth. “I want this. Want you. Please, touch me.”

The middle blocker hums, head lolling to the side. “Yeah?”

Without warning, his head dips down, soft lips attaching to one of your nipples and immediately flicking it with his tongue. You yelp, and he takes your shirt, bringing it back to your mouth. His hand plays with the other breast as you bite down on the article of clothing, your thighs rubbing together for friction.

“Rin…” The fabric muffles your whines, but Suna’s name swims in his ears perfectly, earning you a groan. He tugs harshly at your buds, making you gasp as his other hand glides down your soft tummy and halts at your panties. You’re so occupied with grasping at his locks once more and his mouth that you hardly notice him toying with your underwear’s waistband, dipping his fingers in.

“Shit,” he grunts against your chest, digits dancing around in the puddle of your slick. “You’re soaked, bunny. So soon?”

You bite down harder when he gently swipes at your clit. “Need you now, Rin. I can take it.”

The middle blocker sits back up, much to your disappointment, and he yanks your panties down. His eyes are glued to the string of slick connecting you to the material, the intensity making you hug your chest as he removes the article of clothing. He’s right; you’re dripping, so close to staining the couch if he didn’t swipe at your cunt once more. You’re about to complain about his lack of nudity, only to be silenced by the sight of him sucking the essence off his fingers.

“Gotta prep you first,” is all he says, palming his budge at the display before him. Spreading your thighs further apart, Suna gets a better view of your cunt before sliding in a digit. It reaches far deeper than you ever could, and you mewl. There’s more than enough of your slick to use as lubricant, and it doesn’t take long for him to start moving. You catch the light furrow of his brows as he seems to concentrate on your pleasure, and you mask your laughter by exhaling through your nose. Ever the sloth, putting effort into things outside of maybe volleyball isn’t Suna’s style. But with how he observes your reactions to his finger inside you–plus the shimmer in them once he finds your sweet spot–your hold on your shirt tightens in bashfulness.

He adds another finger, causing you to groan from the stretch. Three of your fingers would barely count as an equivalent, and the middle blocker catches your pained expression.

“Once you take my cock,” he drawls, “you’ll be grateful I did this.”

He curls his digits inside you, better attacking the sensitive area and making your hips buck as you silently wail. His pace quickens, his unoccupied hand laying flat against your lower stomach, and you gasp.

The last time you came this soon was when you first tried mapping out your body. You knew you’d be home alone and even cut your nails for the occasion. With open legs and a shaky breath, you reached downwards, experimentally playing with your pussy until you discovered what you wanted. And you didn’t stop once you found your clit, rubbing it until your entire body shuddered and the pleasure morphed into pain.

You seem to relive that memory as Suna skillfully touched you how no one else has. And when he slides his fingers out, you whine at the emptiness that follows.

“Don’t worry,” he almost coos, pausing to suck his fingers clean once more. “I’m not done yet.”

He’s pulling his sweats and boxers halfway down his thighs, and you want to complain about him barely stripping; him exposing his dick to your hazy eyes is what silences you. The middle blocker drags you closer to his hips by your legs, further spreading them before stroking his cock a few times. His gaze doesn’t leave your nude frame as he does so, your shirt escaping the clutches of your teeth and falling onto your chest. He sees the opportunity to messily kiss you while nudging your entrance with his tip.

The first couple of inches is enough to knock the air out of your lungs. It doesn’t help that Suna’s lips are still glued to yours, making your chest burn as he swallows whatever sounds escape your throat. He only pulls away from you once your hips meet his, and you gulp as much oxygen as you can without sputtering coughs.

It’s a stretch, fitting his cock inside you. The fire in your lungs withers away and blooms below as you try to adjust to his size. That flame simmers bit by bit when the athlete brings a hand down to swirl lazy circles around your clit. With a drawn-out moan, your hands return to his hair, moving some strands away from his eyes as he peers down at you.

He’s panting, strings of curses slipping out between large intakes of air as your pussy squeezes him tightly. Your fingers twirling his locks distracts him, and he turns his head slightly to peck your palm.

“You can move now,” you murmur, feeling suddenly shy. Suna hoists your legs over his shoulders with a hum before reeling his hips back.

His first thrust back in isn’t rough, though it’s enough to make you gasp and cry all at once. Your grip tightens on his hair, causing him to grunt. His hand is about to return south to soothe you of your pain, but you stop him by pulling him down to meet his lips once more.

“You good?” he pants in between sloppy kisses. You nod into one of them: an assurance that he can keep going.

“I like it when it hurts,” you exhale against his lips. It’s enough for him to keep going, unsheathing his shaft before slamming back in harder. You shriek into his mouth as he maintains the force and pace, nails digging into his scalp and making him groan in response. Your thighs are pushed up to your chest to bring his face closer to yours, and you’d be thankful for your yoga classes if you weren’t so preoccupied.

“Fuck,” the middle blocker huffs, forehead pressed against yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. No. Fucking. Idea.”

He slams his hips forward to emphasize the last words, forming tears at the corners of your eyes while you cry out. Suna’s confession completely flies over your head as he adjusts his angle to find that spot again, the stars returning to your vision.

“Rin!” You wail, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Don’t stop! Need you, need your cock! Oh—”

His fingers return to your clit, rubbing the pulsing nub as his thrusts grow sloppy. They don’t fail to hit your sweet spot, though, the constant prodding at the area turning your vision hazy. You’ve never felt so full: so open yet closed up at once as your cunt squeezes him. If you aren’t so focused on your approaching release, you’d probably think that you’re sucking his dick back inside you along with his strokes. Suna definitely notices, your tightness testing his stamina as he tries to hold out for as long as possible. He doesn’t know when his next opportunity will show up where you spread your legs open for him again, if you’ll ever do so again. He’s not letting the moment go to waste.

“‘M close,” you whimper against his warm skin, fingers raking through his hair. Suna would keep them in there forever if he could, laying on your thighs as your hands lull him to sleep.

For now, his mouth is against your ear, telling you whatever dirty thoughts his brain can muster up at this moment. From grunting for you to “take it, fucking take my cock,” to rasping about your “tight, pretty pussy” and how “it was meant to take him.” His filth tickles your hearing and travels downwards. It’s enough to—

“Cumming!” you gasp, pulling him closer (if possible) before the tremors trample over your body. Your thighs quiver on his shoulders as your jaw goes slack, a silent squeak barely managing to jump out your throat as heaven rains down on you.

Meanwhile, the middle blocker has to bite down on your shoulder to avoid cumming. You’ve tightened around him even more that it’s making him dizzy. He can barely continue thrusting, and with you pulling on his locks and setting his scalp on fire, he’s afraid he’ll finish.

He thanks whatever gods are out there as you eventually come down from your high, and he immediately pulls out to pump his cock, your legs dropping onto the couch. He’s spurting ropes of white onto your heaving stomach, breath caught in his throat as you watch with drooping lids.

Large, calloused hands softly rub your thighs as you both break the silence with soft pants. You rub your eyes to stop them from fluttering, catching the handsome athlete in your vision, although somewhat blurry from fatigue and delight from recent events.

“Can’t believe we fucked ‘cause you liked my haircut,” Suna breathes a tired chuckle as he tucks himself back into his sweats. The corners of his lips are barely curved upwards, but that’s the most anyone can usually gain from him.

You hum. “You look pretty.”

“Pretty?” he raises a brow. “I went from hot to pretty?”

“You can be both.” You blink up at him, sight fully returning. With his hair now shorter, it doesn’t stick out as much at the ends as it did back in high school. It looks straighter, too, and darker, contrasting with his pale skin and green eyes beautifully. It droops down as gravity intends it to, though with the abuse it dealt from your constant pulling, some strands reach out wherever they please. Some even cling to his forehead, a light sheen of sweat keeping everything together. Even with the wreck of a description, his beauty never abandons him. “I wanna do that again.”

Suna stretches his neck. “Now?”

“Well,” you giggle tiredly, “not right now. I need a breather first. And to clean up.”

Your fingers mindlessly skate around in the cum stains on your torso as your voice trails off. The athlete leans over to the coffee table, grabbing a few tissues from the box before shifting to face your frame.

“You know,” he starts, wiping the mess off your body, “when I told you to pull my hair, I didn’t mean rip it off my scalp. I wanted shorter hair, not to be bald.”

Greyish-yellow eyes glimpse up at your face before resuming his actions. An apology almost leaves your lips until a memory resurfaces in your brain.

“Was your confession a bluff, too?” you hum.

Suna freezes, his gaze elsewhere. “I’ll get you some water—”

“Answer me.”

Silence follows. The athlete’s scanning the pattern on your carpet, his eyes seemingly stuck to the ground.

“I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you if that’s what you’re asking,” he mutters, taking more tissues to wrap around the used ones. “I like being your friend.”

He finally looks at you, a blank mask for a face as he waits for your response. You tilt your head to the side.

“I like being your friend, too,” you state thoughtfully. You don’t miss him tensing, no matter how unbothered his expression may appear. “I’d also like to try being more than a friend, too.”

Eyes wide, the middle blocker’s head snaps up before he replaces his emotions with something more indifferent. “Cool. All right, sure.”

You snicker. “I also like having sex with you. And I was serious when I said I want to go again.”

The athlete settles the ball of tissues onto the coffee table, nodding. Despite his face returning to a blank slate, his eyes can’t hide their amusement. “Glad to know we’re on the same page.”

“I still need a break, though.” You offer him a smile, opening your arms as you make grabbing motions with your hands. “Hold me? At least, for now?”

God, if only you knew what you do to him. Maybe you do, and this is your way of getting him closer. He could never say no to you in high school (even if it resulted in Atsumu teasing him), and he certainly can’t say no to you now.

Pulling you into his embrace, Suna falls back onto the couch. You bury your face in his neck with a content sigh, your fingers finding their place in his locks once again. Your naked body feels warm against his clothed build, and he has half a mind to strip, but he doesn’t want to interrupt the moment. Not when he can deal with the minor issue later.

“So,” you muse. Suna’s not sure he likes this newfound wave of cheekiness from you. “Do the twins know about your little hair-pulling kink? Or is this something I’ll need to inform them of?”

…

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