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ayyyez · 1 year

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Hello how are you today? I really enjoyed that last haikyuu ask you answered about flirting, so in keeping the haikyuu train going, could you do a spice/nsfw scenario on Osamu and the reader on him eating them out (he's a food lovin' boy so it stands to reason he's big on tasting and savoring LOL). If you feel like adding more characters I also like Sugawara and to add another you like, maybe Suna? Thanks and have a great test of your day

A/N: well hellooooo Osamu spiceeeee! I love Osamu sm he's one of my favs I honestly can't get enough of him so absolutely you can get this~ haha yes thank you for the Suna option too I also love him <3

TAGS: smut, eating out reader, reader has a vagina, no pronouns used just body parts referred to, under the cut bc smut, Osamu is pussy drunk, Suga takes charge, Suna is a cheeky little shit (affectionate)

CHARACTERS: Miya Osamu, Sugawara Koushi, Suna Rintarou

OSAMU MIYA

Osamu is nestled below, your legs bent over his shoulders while his tongue licks a broad stroke right against your opening up to your clit. There he swirls his tongue around hard and sucks. Paying extra close attention to that sensitive spot.

'Mmm.' You moan. 'S'good.'

Your hand finds his hair as he repeats the motion again, this time pressing his tongue a little harder on the stroke up.

'Mm yeah, baby.'

Osamu pushes your pelvis down with a firm hand as your hips stutter up against him. He doesn't stop for a second. Continuing to lap at your juices as he works his tongue against you.

'You like it?' He slurs as he pulls away only for a second to take a breath.

'Shit yeah, don't stop.' You tug on his hair bringing him forward for emphasis.

He's wearing that dopey, pussy drunk smile as he quickly burries himself back against you. His tongue works over time. Working between licking, circling and sucking. He changes rhythm between fast and hard to lazily and wanting.

It drives you mad, like he's bringing you out to the edge on purpose.

He's not though he's just so happy down there.

It's so warm and comforting as he burries himself further into you. His fingertips settle around your thighs, kneading deep against the flesh. It's like he's trying to ground himself and feel more of you all at once.

Your moans increase as his rhythm picks up.

'Y-yeah.' It's almost too much to get out, you're breathless. 'Don't stop baby.'

Osamu groans (almost growls) against your folds and the vibrations send a shudder right through you. You're close. It's building up inside you.

Fuck. He knows what he's doing.

You barely register the way he's begun to rut against the mattress and the iron grip of his hands against your thighs. His tongue is working inside you now. Strategically prodding your entrance with such precision.

Giving his roots one last tug you have to release his hair. It's all too much. You can feel the tingles taking over your body. All you can manage to focus on is throwing your head back against the pillow.

Osamu removes one of the hands from your thighs so he can work your clit at the same time and that's what sends you over the edge.

Your cumming and Osamu doesn't stop for a moment, riding you through it. Only slowing down to a gentle stop once your body has stopped jolting and he's lapped all of you up.

The dopey smile he gives you at the end is everything.

'Hey.' He says.

'Hey.' You manage to say back.

It's only after you realise he came too just from rubbing himself against the mattress as he ate you out and watched you come undone.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

Sugawara kneels at the edge of the bed with your legs spread in front of him. He holds one of your legs bent, back of the thigh pressing against his chest while letting the other hang off the bed. It gave him the 'perfect position to dive in' as he likes to say.

That's exactly what he is doing now: diving in.

Sugawara is an enthusiastic lover but above all else he is a massive tease.

He's got his tongue buried inside you one minute working you so good, his fingers working your clit too and then the next he's pulling you making you tell him how much you want him to continue.

Right now he's working on the tongue burying phase.

He's face deep into your pussy. Lapping up the juices, tongue working against your opening as his thumb lightly brushes your clit. It's strategic, the gentle brushes —it also means he can use the rest of his hand to hold your pelvis down as you buck up for more friction.

Suga is relentless at maintaining control over eating you out.

'Easy there.' He says as you squirm beneath him. 'Don't you want to let me make you feel good?'

You narrow your eyes at him then huff, relenting.

'Aw come on, don't be like that.' He puts a little more pressure on your clit for emphasis. 'How do we ask nicely?'

You huff again but cave. 'Please make me feel good.'

'As you wish.'

Suga goes right ahead and burries himself right back into you. He also works double time with his tongue and sucks harder. The edging part is over as long as you let him do his thing.

It's not long before you feel that coil build again and snap.

'Koushi!' Is the name that leaves your lips when you cum.

Suga won't have it any other way as he continues to lap at you and take you through your high. As you come down he'll be super smug that he's the one who made you feel that way.

SUNA RINTAROU

It's 1am and neither of you can sleep and Suna is squeezing you from behind. His hands brush under your shirt then drift lower and lower when they softly start brushing over your underwear.

'Hey.' He whispers right against your ear.

'Mmm.' You manage back.

'I'm bored, can I eat you out?'

You snort. 'You wanna eat me out 'cause you're bored?'

He chuckles a little. 'Yuh. Also because you're hot and I love you. Do I need another reason?'

'Mm I guess not?' You think on it for a second. 'Alright.'

And that's how you find a shirtless Suna lapping lazily at your pussy at 1am with the sheets half tossed down his body.

He moans a little as you push into him. It sends a little tingle up your spine and a shudder through your body. You don't need to look at him to know he's smirking. Bastard did it on purpose.

You squish his head with your thighs a little as a warning but he does an even more exaggerated moan as he sucks against your clit.

'Fuck Rin!' You chastise feeling the vibrations more intense this time. 'Stop pretending you're a vibrator and use your damn tongue!'

You can hear him snickering as he pulls off for a breath.

'But you look so cute when you squirm.' He presses a kiss to your thigh.

You sit up and yank his hair for good measure which pulls a delicious moan from him.

'Alright, alright lesson learnt! I'm sorry! I'm done.'

Getting his hair pulled was always his weak spot.

'Back to work.' He says with a smirk as he dives back down.

Immediately he begins lapping you up. He licks harder and with more of a rhythm than before. It's less lazy and more purposeful.

Suna continues at it for a while before adding his hand to the mix. He switches between his tongue and fingers, making sure to pay close attention to all your sensitive areas, including your clit. Inbetween he also comes up for air to bite your thighs right near wear they connect to your pelvis.

It's all too much. So many sensations. It's all so sensitive and stimulating.

You're cumming hard right against Suna's mouth and he pulls you close to catch it all. He strokes your thighs and gently runs his mouth against you through it.

The cheekiest damn expression on his face afterwards.

'Don't I just have the best ideas early in the morning?'

'Ahuh you're so clever with my cum on your face, babe.'

'Oh, you wanna give me a kiss?'

Never a dull moment with Suna.

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vltnoire · 1 year

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slipping through my fingers

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ suna x reader

what it’s like when suna attends his daughter’s graduation.

You had never in your entire life seen Suna so overly emotional excluding the whole week after your daughter had been delivered where he wasn’t able to look at her without tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

Currently sat in the passenger seat as your husband drove the two of you to your daughter’s high school graduation, you find it rather amusing how silent he’s been throughout the entire ride other than the sound of his stuffy nose which is enough proof that his emotions have already gotten the best of him.

Your sudden snort ended up with you receiving an eye roll from him.

“It’s not funny. You’re gonna cry too. I know it.”

“Never said I wasn’t.”

“Then stop looking at me like you’re gonna crack up any moment.”

You burst into laughter.

“I swear I’m not making fun of you or anything. I find it . . . cute actually. You know, that you’re in your dad mode or whatever. Also, I saw one of your retweets last night. What was it again? Something about how admirable it is for a man to take his son fishing, but there is a special place in heaven for the father who takes his daughter shopping. Seriously Rin, how corny of a dad can you be?”

“Okay now you’re just making fun of me.” He sniffled quietly.

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Just as your daughter’s name was called out, she walked up the stage and received her diploma. With your phone in your hand recording the moment and a tissue in the other that was drying the tears in your eyes every now and then, it’s impossible to not take notice of Suna’s constant sniffing and the tears that stained his face.

“That’s my girl!” He yelled out. You were quick to move your phone from him to your daughter zoomed in.

“Now that our daughter’s have graduated and they’re going off to college soon, what do ya have to say as a dad Sunarin?” Atsumu, who sat a row behind the two of you, interrupted your husband’s emotional moment. Now recording them, the corner of your lips turned upward awaiting for what your husband had to say.

“As corny as this will sound and as I will be, of all the things I’ve done in my life, being your father and loving you is by far the biggest achievement yet. I remember you taking your first steps and putting my arms out to catch you and you didn’t need it. Or your first day of kindergarten where I would look through the window to make sure you were okay. Teaching you to ride a bike, waving as you left for camp, dropping you off at junior high then high school. And each time as it is right now, the same as it will always be.” Despite his words that came out shaky and a little unclear, it didn't fail to make Atsumu tear up as well.

“I totally wasn’t expecting that from you but damn, you’ve definitely got it worse than I do, bro.”

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As you laid next to Suna that night on the bed, you scrolled through your homepage on Instagram and came across a post from your husband that comprised of a picture of your daughter in his arms, a video of her smiling with only her two front teeth and learning how to ride a bike, a picture of her weeping as she solved mathematics practice questions on the dining table and lastly a picture of her smiling as she held her high school diploma on stage.

You certainly got a laugh out of his caption.

sunarin25 It is admirable for a man to take his son fishing, but there is a special place in heaven for the father who takes his daughter shopping.

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d/n love you dad

sunarin25 I know

atsumiya caption is Real 💯

aranojiro Such wise words 🙌 Congratulations d/n 😘

t.oikawa congratulations beautiful girl! @/d/n don’t forget to check your mailbox for a surprise 🤭

bokoutarou AWW the way she smiles doesn’t change 😭

kurootetsu.17 I still remember when that kiddo threw up all over you 😂 Now she’s all grown up 🥹

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aphroditesswan · 9 months

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pink dolphin sunset

stoner suna rintarou x latina stoner reader

warnings : weed usage, mention of lighters and smoke cuz well,, it’s weed. implied underaged smoking also terrible google translate spanish cause i didn’t grow up latin i grew up filipino so i’m a no sabo kid 😭🙏

notes : book of life ref if u haven’t seen it go see it NOWWWWW. all lowercase is intended btw.

summary : suna had invited you on a date, just to lounge around and smoke in his car late at night and wow, how could you ever possibly refuse that offer??

genre : mostly fluff i think

suna was always plain faced. he always had this look in his eyes that could only be described as empty but not in the sad way, in the way that there simply wasn’t a thought behind those dark, almost beady eyes.

well, except for when he looked at you.

the eyes that showed nothing but boredom would suddenly soften at the mention of you, at the sight of you, at hearing your voice or even catching your eyes in a brief meaningless glance across the room.

you don’t even know how you got here. you’re sitting in the front seat of his car, some tory lanez song playing cause you shuffled his playlist, one he totallyyy didn’t make in advance for when this happened, talking and sharing a bong with a bowl that’s been packed maybe ten times.

it’s safe to say the both are high and throughly dumbed out. suna’s ignoring the vibrating messages from his pocket, only staring into your eyes as he holds the light to the bowl to light it up for you like any good man would do. you wait, sucking up the smoke once the time comes, throwing your head back to make a couple ‘o’s with the smoke. it’s the best you can do for now, a bit too focused on the lovesick eyes the man in the drivers seat is giving you.

it’s not his fault you’re nothing but perfection in his eyes, he can’t help but admire how nice you look sitting in the passenger seat of his sleek black challenger with the seat of his black fabric on the passenger seat covered with the fluffy thulian pink colored cushion he had bought just for you once you agreed to do this with him. he had been practically waiting, begging any and all gods above for this moment since he heard from your best friend and the annoying atsumu that you smoked.

he was so focused on your pretty face that he hadn’t noticed you took the lighter from him, taking another hit from the bong while he was distracted. as you went to take yet another hit, he snapped out of his daze and narrowed his eyes at you.

“aw come on, with all you’re smoking you owe me some weed. plus, it’s not your turn. hand it over, pretty.”

he held onto the bottom of the bong, smirking a bit as he gentle took it from you, searching the cup holders for the small lighter when he looked up and saw you holding it with your index and middle finger out to him. he snatched it, both of you rolling your eyes at the behavior of the other but really he was soooo entrances with you. he lit the bowl up, sucking up the smoke and inhaling, turning his head to blow it at you who blew straight air back at him and swatted his second hand smoke away.

“so you can blow all your smoke in my car but when I blow back at you, ‘s a problem?”

“I never said it was, estúpido. I just don’t want you blowing your dank ass smoke en mi cara.”

the side of your lips pulled into a small smirk as she leaned sideways toward you, smirking up at you as he tilted his head down.

“you know… I think ‘s sooooo nice hearin you speak spanish. can’t understand a think y’ say though.”

you stayed silent as you looked down at him with narrowed eyes, a giddy smile tugging at your lips upon hearing his words.

“mhm… go on…?”

“cocky now, are we sweetness? i’d say… you just sound sooo much more… magnetic. don’t get me wrong, hearing you speak normal is hypnotic in itself but something about the natural you voice when you speak spanish… it’s so much better.”

“maybe you should learn if you’re so desperate.”

“will that win you over? or was book of life too much for you to handle still.”

“He died for her!”

“n’ came back to life, pretty thing. I can’t do that. trust me, if I could I would for you, doll.”

“aw how sweet, hand me the bong.”

He chuckled a bit as he handed the bong back to you, the bowl nearly empty now. he lit it up, and you repeated the motions from earlier, except you blew it in his face this time.

“wowwww, how mature of you.”

“why thank you rin, i try.”

he takes it back from you yet again, setting down the now empty bong in a cup holder.

“sooo… what’s the plan?”

“ion know,, what you tryna do?”

he jokingly moves the drivers seat back, smirking a bit but behind it was a stupid, giddy smile. as he goes to put his hands behind his head, you hit him in the arm to which he breaks his front and laughs out loud, leaning away from you and holding his hit arm.

“ouch, that hurt you know. maybe you should be on volleyball instead of me, huh sweets?”

“i swear there’s something so wrong with you. estas absolutamente loco.”

“not my fault you’re so pretty.”

he shrugs, putting the seat back into its original position and his hands on the steering wheel as he stared at the small empty gas station a couple yards from the car. you two were parked at the very end of the small parking lot, music blasting and smoke spilling out of the slightly open windows of the small sleek black car.

maybe dates with the ever so “stoic” suna rintarou weren’t so bad.

FIRST FIC JITTERSSS AAAAA i gen hope you guys like it this is like my first fic in so long that i’m actually proud of and i hope this gets me more confident and helps me write more :DD

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megumimylove · 2 years

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Boyfriend Suna

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- suna as your boyfriend headcanons

- gender neutral reader(no pronouns used)

- a/n: suna would be my ideal boyfriend me thinks

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Boyfriend Suna who sends you weird memes throughout the day.

Boyfriend Suna who acts unbothered but actually loves it when you cuddle him after a tough day.

Boyfriend Suna who has your coffee order memorised.

Boyfriend Suna who makes playlists for you (also rickrolls you).

Boyfriend Suna who lets you give him makeovers.

Boyfriend Suna who gets his nails done to match yours (just one hand tho).

Boyfriend Suna who expresses his love to you when he thinks you're asleep (spoiler alert: you're awake).

Boyfriend Suna who responds to your sarcasm with even more sarcasm.

Boyfriend Suna who loves it when you wear his shirts.

Boyfriend Suna who makes you late for work every morning because he wants to cuddle for "5 more minutes".

Boyfriend Suna who has too many ugly pictures of you but he adores them.

Boyfriend Suna who brings home stray kittens every other month cause they looked at him cutely (you both own about 4 cats now).

Boyfriend Suna who binge watches your favourite shows with you.

Boyfriend Suna who has your birthday as his phone password.

Boyfriend Suna who prefers staying in with you rather than going out with his team.

Boyfriend Suna who whispers funny comments in your ear during serious situations (he's the reason you get scolded).

Boyfriend Suna who your mom loves even more than you.

Boyfriend Suna who is a part of your family group chat.

Boyfriend Suna who talks to your cats in a baby voice.

Boyfriend Suna my beloved <3

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zuzuhasablog · 2 years

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♡ HQ First Date

(omi, rin, iwa)

contains : not proofread, aged up, fluff, gn!reader

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

with this man, you're not sure who made the first move. things just kinda went along, and now here you are : on your first official date together as lovers. and from the moment sakusa had picked you up at your doorstep up until now, he hadn't said a word. so you've been trying to make things less awkward with small talk, but God knows sakusa isn't a fan of that—but he still remains silent as you ramble on and on about random things that come to mind, unbeknownst to you and your anxiety that he's secretly stealing glances until the car reaches the restaurant. it's not too fancy, not too cheap, not too crowded, not too empty—perfect choice.

at the moment, you're overwhelmed and overthinking that maybe this isn't going well and that you should leave, but you've already ordered your meals and... well, now you're sitting silently across each other, none of you are distracted, you're just staring at each other in silence—it's like an eye staring contest. “This is... going so awful.” you finally admit. Sakusa doesn't seem to be caught off guard or affected, he simply nods in agreement.

“I don't know how this is any different than our usual hangouts, it feels like we don't know each other—” you continue, but Sakusa interrupts.

“You're pretty.” he mumbles.

“...What?”

Scratching the back of his neck, the young man explains himself. “...I've been.. meaning to say that for awhile now. I'm sorry that my silence made everything awkward.”

“...O— yeah, no, it's fine—” you chuckle as you look at the ceiling and put your hands on your chest as you let out a relieved sigh, and whisper. “thank you.”

SUNA RINTAROU

you and suna had been official for awhile now, but you've never been on a real date. so, suna, being the person he is, asked you out on an amusement park date on a windy Friday afternoon. you, being the person you are, obviously agree to this date and are awfully excited about it. when you two meet up at a diner, you first order a small snack before going to the amusement park, and much to your surprise, it wasn't awkward at all! everything was going well, Suna stealing as much photos of you as he can, even having you model for some.

doing everything anyone does at an amusement park, and it never getting old is as amazing as anything can get, especially when you're with someone you like—gosh, you sound like a teenager again. as the sun finally sets, you two follow suit, and are taking your rest along with it as you sit on a bench together eating ice cream. “Wait, pause, you look perfect right now—” Suna says as he takes out his camera. “Hm?” you cluelessly ask as you stare at him. “Oh—” you immidiately going back to eating your ice cream for the photo. “No, no, look at me, that was perfect—” you turn to look at him, confused. he snaps the photo and shows it to you.

“...you dingus.” you say, disappointed, as you wipe the ice cream off of your forehead, Suna laughing in the background and both of you having no idea how it got there, what's important is that now, it's gone. after the amusement park, the two of you head toward the last destination of your date—a VIP bar. it's silent, calm, air conditioned and it's where you can get a real breather. this is probably the first time you've been to the bar with a boyfriend, besides the fact that you've been to a bar many times with suna, this is the first with a label. you stare at him as he silently drinks his scotch, and you turn to your own drink, sighing before getting off of your seat. “I'm going to the bathroom.” you mumble, and you can see him stare at you before nodding as you walk past him and into the restroom.

In the restroom, you fix yourself up to look more appealing and feel more refreshing—reapplying some perfume/cologne, especially after all the sweaty crowds you've been in. you lick your lips and get ready to go back out there. seeing suna in the same spot, you awkwardly return and sit next to him. “...hey.” he says, not turning to look at you, you turn to look at him, and then he turns to look at you before capturing your lips in a slow peck, and you're taken aback for a moment—“your face has had 'kiss me' written all over it all day.” he mumbles.

perhaps all he needed was to take is a drink to get to the next step.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

your first date isn't awkward at all, you two had been hanging out for years, and after he asked you out you thought “why the hell not?” and if it doesn't work out, it won't be awkward or sappy, you're just two friends who tried something and it hadn't worked out that way. so, the classic, he pulls up to your house, you open the door, he says “you look... good.” and you say “thanks.” you go into his car, he drives to his “surprise” destination while you two discuss the billions of other galaxies out there while here everyone is worrying about taxes, and finally, you two are at a traditional Japanese restaurant.

apparently, iwaizumi somehow got to book a vip room where it would only be the two of you, away from all customers. you two sit down on the floor and make yourselves at home as you order some meals, you commenting about how “it feels like my childhood” and iwaizumi silently chuckling and agreeing to your statement. it feels right—comfortable, being around him. you could imagine a future with him right now, but you won't, that's... weird.

“hey, there's a cat out there–” he whispers as he points out the open shoji where a cat had been walking by, and stopped midway to look at the two of you. iwaizumi is the type to claim he's a dog person, but really likes cats. you laughed to yourself as you silently watched the man—mesmerized by the beauty of another mere living organism of a giant universe. he turns to look at you. “how are you not looking at the cat right now?” you shake your head and stare at him. “I'd rather look at you.”

iwaizumi deadpans.

“that was... surreal.”

you laugh together. “I agree, I could've done so much better than that.”

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mrskodzuken · 2 years

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@xshinigamikittenx oh yes these will gonna [redacted] your [redacted] 🥰🥰🥰🥰 (also fuck you Dumblr for not letting me answer Nyx’s ask 😭🔪)

Here’s Sunarin’s skillful beautiful hands:

...and Beel’s bulging large hands ☺️

*wipes drool*

Handcanon Ask Game!

#imma follow up on this in Discord JUST YOU WAIT 😏 /lh #suna rintarou #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #haikyuu #obey me #obey me shall we date #haikyuu headcanons #obey me headcanons #suna rintarou headcanons #obey me beelzebub headcanons #obey me beel headcanons #handcanon ask game 🖐🏻#tumblr ask game #🐱saku.smut #🐱saku.ask #🐱moot.xshinigamikittenx #🐱saku.game

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forusomimiya · 1 year

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Virgin!Suna is a horny mess. Whenever he sees you he gets a hard-on and has to run to the bathroom to jerk off and imagine that you are there between his legs, sucking his balls and cumming later on your face. Virgin!Suna fantasizes about you in every possible way. You're always on his mind, whether it's on his face or on his cock. He often wonders what your cum would taste like, and the mere thought of it makes him get hard again and go get some toilet paper to jerk off again. Virgin!Suna will come up behind you at the party and rub his cock against your ass like a fucking dog in heat. He'll whisper in your ear the wonderful things he could do to you if you were at home. Meanwhile, you'd be slumped over his shoulder, struggling with the heat and the shiver his dirty words send down your spine.

"I bet if you let me taste that little pussy, you'd end up on your knees in front of me begging for more, don´t you? What do you think about it?"

Virgin!Suna would despair and take it out on you for not fucking him that night in the cruelest way. A picture of his red cock, with cum all over his belly would ignite your desire and leave you horny for hours. "Look at what you've done to me…. So miserable and proud that you won't help a poor virgin to milk his cock…. I hope it's a lesson for you next time, I don't let just anyone play with me".

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renardiererin · 10 months

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just thinking about if rintarou suna had a dick piercing. he’ll have you folded in a mating press, legs on his shoulders, his dick hitting the gummy spot inside your cute little pussy… and the cold metal of the piercing hitting against your gspot. it’s essentially temperature play with how he’s using your dripping cunt to amuse himself. flicking your sensitive interior crevices with the cool metal, watching and laughing with his tongue pistoning out and in of you. giggling when your stomach clenches, when your back arches, etc.

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satorisoup · 2 months

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ᰔ CANDY GRAMS ft. rintaro suna

ʚ CW : secret admirer. manager! reader.

ʚ hq valentine’s series mlist ಇ

every year on valentine’s day, your schools student body sets up a booth for candy grams. $2 to send a cute little message to your loved one with little lollipops and candied hearts. the line would stretch all the way down the hall with students eager to buy one, the end of the line grumbling at their time wasted when they heard the shout of “sold out!”. it was a huge tradition that the students never failed to miss, as it would always cause an uproar of excitement along with the funds being donated to whatever cause.

it’s your second year at inarizaki highschool, and you were luckily privileged enough to become the manager of the volleyball club during the second half of your first year, being a new student, despite the insane amount of girls who had applied for the spot. you had made it extremely clear that no, you were not interested in the twins, no, this wasn’t a plan to get one them to fall in love with you, and no, you weren’t a secret spy for a fangirl instagram account trying to gather information. all things accounted for, you were accepted into the position.

now as a second year, you had kept your word on not falling for the infamous volleyball twins who in reality were just dumb teenage boys that talked your ear off with their constant nagging and immature jokes. however, the one who had caught your eye was the middle blocker with the #10 jersey, rintaro suna. they never said you couldn’t have a little crush on him, right? and even despite having quite the interest in him, you would never act on it, as you seemed to be good friends with him along with the twins, not daring to ruin the friendship or break the trust with the club.

suna was a nice person to be around, his sense of humor was infectious and he was a good, more tame break from the rambunctious person known as atsumu miya, even though they did tend to occasionally get into mischief when together. he was blunt in the ways he showed that he cared, and you recall the moment you realized you had feelings for him when you had accompanied him at the store to get a snack before practice. he had asked you if you wanted anything, and you had told him you didn’t have any money with you.

“i didn’t ask if you had money. i asked what you wanted.”

it left you blushing for the rest of the day, walking out of the shop with a cookie in hand and hearing “why didn’t ya pay fer me?!” fall out of atsumu’s mouth in complaint. you knew in your heart you definitely couldn’t deny it now, you had fallen.

the date marked february 14th, valentine’s day, and just like last year, the halls were bustling in delirium as the line stretched from one end of the courtyard to the other. you slung your bag over your shoulder and continued to walk to your designated class, overhearing the cheers of the people who finally made it to the front of the string of students. making your way to class and taking your seat, you prepare to take on the day as if it were any other.

eventually, the period before lunch had rolled around, and the person passing candy grams from each class had reached your door. you could feel the anticipation of your peers as the student began dropping each one off to certain desks. 1 here, 3 there, 5, wow that’s quite a few.

after most of the class had received their special gifts, whispering the notes their partners had left for them to one another, you had expected the deliverer to make their leave and be on with it.

your assumptions hadn’t been correct, when you see that they had made their way to your desk.

“10 candy grams for miss l/n, here you go!”

wait what?

you caught a few quiet gasps and small whispers from some of your classmates as your desk had been filled with a whopping number of 10 candy grams. even you had wanted to gasp yourself, but you really did not want this attention on you.

after everyone had quieted down a little more, you took the gracious opportunity to check the pink slips of paper on each packet of treats.

“to: y/n.”

again, you checked another slip. then another, and another for good measure. to your upmost confusion, every single slip you had was completely nameless. before you could comprehend exactly what was going on with these mysterious sweets, class was being dismissed for lunch.

“buying candy grams for yerself? that’s pretty depressin’.” atsumu bellowed at you when you had walked up to your friends, arms almost overflowing with your gifts.

“im not that cheap, you idiot…there’s 10 here, and ALL with no name.” you scoffed back at him.

“maybe it’s yer stalker.” osamu had countered, eyeing the bags.

“oh yeah, how lovely that would be. quit trying to scare me, osamu.” you deadpanned. “where’s suna?”

“dunno. so, ya gonna share that candy or what?”

“really miya? you’re both holding an entire grocery bag of them. i’ll see you guys at practice.” you walked off, still pondering on the thought of who it could be.

you still hadn’t managed to find suna within the midst of this entire situation, wanting to get his input. despite the so called “thrill” of having a secret admirer, you didn’t really seem to care. you wanted suna, and you wanted it to be him who was sending you stupid pieces of candy and dumb notes. that however, is a wish that could never be granted no matter how bad you yearned for it.

it’s the last half of the day by now, most classes having been visited by the deliverer, disregarding a few. mostly extra candy grams were being passed to the people who didn’t receive them before lunchtime. you practically ignored the lesson your teacher was explaining, too caught up in your thoughts to listen. 10 candy grams, no name, suna has practically disappeared. when class had been dismissed, you passed by your locker in hopes of putting the treats in there for later, but when you opened the latch, you had yet another surprise waiting for you.

10 more packets of candy dribbled out of your locker, a couple landing by your feet as if to mock you. you scamper to pick them up with a huff, and when you start to shove them in with the rest in your locker, miserably failing to fit them all inside, you come to an immediate realization.

atsumu is the only person who unfortunately knows your locker combination, back when you had held his lost textbook for him until he could get it back.

it dawned on you in an instant, of course, this was atsumu’s idea of humour, a perfect valentine’s day prank.

you roll your eyes at the idea of the twins antics, but also began to feel a tinge of sadness when you came to your conclusion, a hint of hope in the back of your mind that maybe, it was the one your heart had longed for who was up to this, but you’re quick to shut it down. with an upset slam of your locker, you head to the gym.

feet that slowly skid onto the concrete stairs was all that could be heard, and your shoes squeek against the vinyl flooring of the inarizaki gym when you enter. as you prepare to tell off atsumu, a voice interrupts you.

“what’s up with you?”

it was suna, his head cocked to the side with a slight furrow in his brow.

“im trying to find atsumu, he’s really done it this time…”

“and what did he do?”

“he thought it would be a funny idea to prank me! on valentine’s day of all days! sending a mountain of candy grams that won’t even fit in my locker…there wasn’t even a name on them. and it made me think…” you interrupt yourself before you accidentally say too much, “it’s just dumb yknow?” you huff.

“i figured you would think something dumb like that.”

“… huh?”

suna starts to dig into his bag, hand reaching in and then back out. one of his arms extended out to you, holding one of the same cellophane bags that had been taunting you all day.

this one held a cookie, the same kind as that day back at the store, and when you open the note, you can feel yourself grow lighter.

“to: y/n.

you’re kind of a dunse.”

and this time, there’s an indicator of the sender on the slip of paper, in the same handwriting as all of the others.

“R. S.”

you look to suna with widened eyes and a growing blush to your cheeks, your mouth slightly ajar when you ask him,

“…it was you?”

suna softly smirks at you, his hidden facade of mischievousness breaking as he replies,

“yeah, you should really think before you trust a miya with your locker combo.”

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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4:44pm.

suna only realises he’s inlove with you a few months into your relationship.

his eyes open groggily to the sight of a golden hour lit room. his vision is blurry at first, sleep coating them as they adjust to the luminous space. suna blinks once, twice and is brought back to reality- this is when his body is caught up to speed as well. it’s unusually warm, tangled with soft blankets and caught in the honey tinted rays of the sun; but most importantly it’s tangled with you.

your hair was sticking out at every angle possible and the flesh of your cheeks squished into his chest. hands wound around his waist, suna wondered if he’d ever felt this protected before; if he had ever felt that safe. of course, it wouldn’t surprise him had the answer been ‘no’, you were the first of many, many things.

you were the first friend suna ever cried over. one day he had completely blown up at you, causing you to avoid him on campus for many days until his throat grew sore at the mention of your name. on the 7th day you found him at your door, eyes red and wet with sorrow as he whimpered to you his apologies; that he never knew how to express anything and that he would never take that out on you again.

you were his first kiss. on the roof top of his family home right after his first college volleyball game that he won, almost making it look effortless. your head rested on his shoulder, out looking the stars above and his family below. he remembers well that you commented about how much his sister grew , and that he replied with “of course you’d focus on her when i’m right here. how ungrateful can you be?”

you were his first partner. he asked you out as you two lain in your bed at your parents’ house, plastered drunk. he had walked you home, holding up your almost complete weight as you sang some tune from the sound of music at an alarming volume. his head turned to you, eyes shining with affection and lips mumbling a ,” i wanna be your boyfriend” to which you replied, “then be my boyfriend, stupid “

in that same bed suna watches your eyes flutter open, full of sleep as his were a few minutes prior. you blink up at him, eyes glistening as you place a kiss right below his left eye, onto his cheek bone. the green eyed beauty only muttered a small ‘thank you’, in a soft and affectionate tone.

yeah, suna was inlove with you.

#suna rintarou #suna rintaro #suna x reader #suna imagines #suna scenarios #suna drabbles #suna fluff #suna rintarou headcanons #suna rintarō #haikyuu suna #suna headcanons #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou fluff

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sanb3rry · 10 months

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adding on to the suna hcs wb domestic suna and his partner 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

oooo, DOMESTIC SUNA IS SO CUTE (beware : literally just word dump omg)

you guys watch stupid movies and judge them 100%, OH esp those hallmark christmas movies. takeout, blankets on your guys' cute comfy couch and him squished against you. need i say more?

will text you when you're in the same room as him and he will whine when you tell him you're literally right next to him. something about not wanting to stress your beautiful voice.

SO SO SO CLINGY, it's cute tho. he'll be back home from practice and just lay down on top of you when you're watching the tv from the couch.

late night drives with him at 1am, it's either the convenience store or to go to get froyo. he just loves driving you around, has a thing for you being a passenger princess.

likes going to ikea and messing around. pretends you two are an old married couple or in a toxic marriage, there's no in-betweens.

also likes furniture shopping, he makes you pick everything and pays for it with that sweet volleyball money. he likes how you're buying stuff for your SHARED apartment.

his habit of drawing on sticky notes never changed, sticks them on the fridge (they're all suggestive). you had to rip them off when his parents came over for dinner once, he was snickering at you while distracting his mom.

his sister comes over sometimes when his parents are busy with work. they always bicker with each other, it's so cute.

you guys are plant parents, he didn't like them at first but now he's grown attached and talks to them like they're his children when he thinks you aren't around.

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i absolutely need suna x reader having secret sex while the miya twins are a room across🫣

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

You had no real attraction to Suna, but it was just one of those nights where your brothers came home after a game, bringing his friends along with him to celebrate, and to avoid sitting in their sweat, they had to shower. Thank god you took yours before the boys made it. Being the last to shower when the floor is wet and it’s steamy already is literally the worst shit ever.

The problem was, Suna never really came over; therefore, he had no real way to know which room was your brothers’.

He had specific instructions to shower and take some clothes from his room. Looking back on it, he should’ve asked which door it is, but strutting back with nothing but a towel on his waist is not an option. So, he resorts to opening every door until he finds what he would think is the room of his teammate. Or rather…either of them?

Instead, the knob twists as you’re fully bent over in your walk-in closet, digging through a basket of clean clothes for a t-shirt. Of course it had to be the second you wanted to change when he walked in, and not when you were comfortably reading in bed with a little light on earlier. There’s no bra on your chest now, just a pair of navy blue lace panties.

Hey! On the bright side: they could’ve been cotton with “kiss my ass” stamped on the back.

Your arms draw up in an effort to hide your chest when you hear the twist of the knob and the door come flying open. Key word is effort, because now your breasts are pressed up against each other, which Suna believes is ten times worse for you than the position he found you in. At least when you were bent over, he had to imagine whatever he couldn’t see.

“Holy— shit!” you exclaim, eyeing the man at your door that’s actively dripping water on your carpet. His hair is fallen and sticking to his face messily, just enough for you to spot his slim eyes. He doesn’t say anything at first.

It’s mainly just him blinking blankly at you while you panic, searching the room for literally anything to provide some decency, but once you render the clear lack of any emotion you currently possessed in his body, it calms your nerves a bit.

He’s seen a woman before. It doesn’t make him any less prone to being attracted to puffy lips and nipples only covered by an arm, but it somehow soothes you to know he won’t make a big deal out of it and maybe not even mention it to your siblings.

Eventually, you throw on the nearest shirt over your head and pull your hair through, dirty or clean, still with no pants to match.

You sigh deeply, “What is it Suna?” It comes out in an irritated grunt.

“You know my name.” His eyebrows raise with surprise, but not as high as the average person’s would.

“Yeah, I do. Is there a reason you’re still here?”

He presses on: “How do you know it? Do they talk about me a lot?”

Your head drops in your palm to shake back and forth. “I can’t do this right now,” he overhears your mumble.

“My bad, I was looking for Tsumu’s room but got jumpscared instead.”

Despite saying this, he still stands in the doorway— not with it cracked, but with it wide fucking open— and it’s then when creaks from the stairs clears the air between you two. He doesn’t move, but you quickly shove him over to peek around the corner, then drag him into your bedroom before whoever it is gets the wrong idea by the view from the hallway.

While you’re turned after throwing him mindlessly into your room, he readjusts the falling towel around his waist. What he said finally hits you a few moments too late.

“Jumpscared?! You? I’m in the comfort of my own room when you barge in with nothing on!” Your hands gesture up and down his body as you scold him. “And don’t talk about my body like that!” Only he doesn’t really look at your eyes. When you’re done, he finds your attention.

“It was really an accident, but I’ll stay until whoever goes back downstairs,” he shrugs. “And why does it smell like sex in here?”

Your cheeks redden. There was a reason you were looking for a change of clothes. “It doesn’t.”

“Yeah, it does.” He flops back onto the bed carelessly, dipping your comforter.

“Stop! You’re getting my sheets wet.” His body has only slightly dried, but with the full head of hair he has, it hasn’t dried at all. “Suna, get up.”

“They probably already are.”

He closes his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. His stature was not what you thought it’d be. He was tall and packed with muscle in his legs. You could tell that much by the pictures if you didn’t figure it out by the fact that when he’s sitting you’re still face to face, but on top of that, his abdomen was carved and his arms carried some weight too. Nothing compared to the sheer size of his thighs though; they had to be the size of your head. Just by photos he’s an average high school athlete, so it almost appears fake.

Unfortunately, as you were looking, his eyes had opened and he’d been watching you inspect him. Suna will always preach there are benefits to being as quiet as he is, like how he can pinpoint that your fingers come to pinch the edge of your shirt.

You clear your throat in hopes it will gather your thoughts too, then rectify his past statement. “They aren’t.”

“Right… like all the red tabs in this book are for nothing?” He reaches beside him to take it in his hands, then he flips through the pages quickly until he comes across one. “‘I run my fingers down her trembling thighs that yearn for my touch. You’ll take it like a—’”

Before he can finish what you remember is very unfortunately highlighted, you crawl over him to rip it out his hands and throw it. You chuck the literature nowhere in particular with embarrassment that can’t get any higher as he laughs, then you quickly retreat with a knee up on the edge of the bed. His laughter is a sweet sound. It makes sense why he’s friends with your brothers.

You don’t even notice you’re half-straddling him while you point your finger in his face. “What I read is none of your business.”

He spoke clearly and assertively when he read, and the last thing you need him figuring out was how bad your body desired he’d read the words to you again; he was already too observant.

“Of course. Forgive me for saying such vulgar things around my friend’s sister. She would never do such a thing.” Finally, he slowly sits up, which naturally makes you rise with him, so you place your hand on his shoulder to prevent from wobbling. Your thigh is beside his with your foot unstable on the floor. “She’s just so sweet and innocent, and definitely not up here alone reading book porn.”

Your breathing picks up at the proximity and the pressure of a question you can’t avoid. You search between both his eyes that do the same to you. He deserves a medal or something, because fuck— the shirt lifts just a little bit every time you fiddle with it and the lace sticks to your skin like glue. “I— uhm,” you stutter, removing your stability from his body and backing away from the bed.

Of course, to add to the fucking embarrassment, you stumble backward, but he reaches out to you. His hand firmly wraps around your wrist and the other is hooked behind your back when he jerks you back up to him. He only releases your wrist.

“Is that all you read?”

You shake your head. “I read regular romance and fantasy too.”

He nods, “Ah, I see. So you want the prince of a faraway land to twirl you around in his field of flowers saying how much he loves you, then you want him to make you beg to come?”

Your eyes shoot wide at the comment, only stretching the lazy smirk on his face.

“N-no,” you reply, even though that does sound extremely appealing.

“But you do want someone to ‘run their fingers down your trembling thighs’ though, right?”

To emphasize his point, he lets the knuckles of his hand trickle down the back of your thigh, just barely grazing the skin. The sensation shocks you and almost sends you forward. This can’t be happening. Actually, you pray it isn’t, so your eyelids slam shut.

This prompts his other hand to pinch either side of your jaw gently and drag your face to his. “Or lay you back and tell you to take it like a good girl.” His eyes flicker from your eyes, to your lips, then back up, noting the state of disbelief your countenance holds. He flattens the hand that stops just under your ass.

You almost melt in his hold, and this he knows because of the long breath you took after his words. It’s easy to infer you’re fairly untouched by not only your responses but how receptive you were. It was you two, only about an inch from each other now, waiting to see who would make the next move and risk something far worse than just a growing attraction. The twins flash in your head as a beat passes and you swallow.

“Yes. But that has nothing to do with you.”

Suna shines a smile with his teeth. “Your thighs are rubbing together.”

You look him up and down. “So?”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

You don’t look him in the eyes, they drop to your pillows. Before you can separate the thighs in question that are only disconnected by his fingertips, he nudges you forward onto him, bringing your hands back to his shoulders. You’re completely straddling while attempting to keep your eyes locked on his when his entire torso is on display. He leans forward to speak just above a whisper in your ear as if this is a normal occurrence.

“I can feel you dripping all over my hand.” The cool of his breath tickles your neck, only worsening as he continues. “Why is that?”

You’re at a loss for words at first, but you suck it up, holding your own. “Nothing to do with you. Maybe I went too hard earlier.”

He wholeheartedly chuckles at this response. “So you admit it?”

“Admit what?”

“That you were up here fucking yourself to your book?” His voice is an echo behind you since he’d decided to rest his chin comfortably on your shoulder.

“Yeah. Yeah— I guess I do. It’s not like you didn’t come in here and figure it out yourself,” your eyes roll.

“Which part were you reading?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

There’s a moment of silence. “She’d just decided to drop her toxic ex-boyfriend and his sister came to console her. The way she did it was kind of fucked up, and I think the slow burn is what made me look past it, but anyway— she brings her to a party, the boy she meets there happens to be the barista at the place she orders from every day, and he has a history with the main character’s ex. He hates him even though he’d gotten over it as years passed, but she really wants to get back at him, so they send an anonymous short video of them, um… together, and he gets really pissed off.”

Suna is quiet as he reviews what you just said. He admires your perception of the book and the passion to read. He goes, “You’re into that?” and then it’s your turn not to say anything, even with the amusement lacing his tone. You grow fidgety, and just when you don’t think any more words will be exchanged, he suddenly demands, “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“That. What you just did.” You shifted your weight from leg to leg as the silence grew longer. Just to see, you do it again.

“You’re grinding against me when you do that by the way.”

You giggle maliciously, continuing to go back and forth. It’s payback for teasing you the entire time. He comes to hold your hips still to prevent further movements, but in protest, you create an arch in your back to actually roll your hips down instead, ensuring he felt it.

“Okay, really, unless you want to move like that with my cock nine inches inside of you, I suggest you choose your battles now.”

You finally halt at the words because he was dead serious. He feels scratching along his shoulder blades at your fingers curling up in response, but not removing yourself. He still rests his head beside yours. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re into that too?”

So that’s how he ended up with his back to your headboard, head tipped up, looking at you through his pretty eyelashes as you wrap your hand around his slick length and reposition it to line up. You lower your body down, allowing your walls to open up for him. The stretch hurts only a little just because he’s so big.

You hadn’t kissed him the entire time, so he groans desperately when you wrap your fingers tightly around his neck and come close. He allows you to no matter how hard you squeeze.

This drives up your confidence with your pretty lace panties pushed to the side, making you raise to your feet.

“Shit,” he grabs ahold of your ankles between half-lidded eyes, and his mouth slightly dropped like he can’t believe what the fuck he’s seeing. “If Atsumu could see you now.”

The mention of your brother at all should turn you off, but it doesn’t. It only fuels you knowing that you’re actively riding his teammate. In fact, you must tighten around him, because he knows immediately.

“What? Does that turn you on? Fuckin’ slut.”

You whimper at the words, pressing your lips forward to his. You kiss him the best you can as he hungrily reciprocates.

The bed moves forcefully, but Suna knows the other guys are probably too busy downstairs to hear it, and whoever is in the other room may only potentially be a problem. So up and down you go, now slamming your ass against him and reddening his slightly tan, freckled skin.

“hhhmmm,” you whine, breathing shallow.

The brunette lets you go until your legs burn and you’re slowing pace. It’s driving him insane watching you chase your orgasm, using him like he was the perfect replacement for your fingers, in your own little world with your face twisted up in ecstasy and muscles straining. You were too stubborn to stop when he offered it to you, but he doesn’t mind. Not everyone has legs like his.

He instructs while inching his hips up the bed, “Fall back to your knees.” You do, and he grabs one wrist in each hand before digging his heels into the blanket and pounding up into you at a pace you don’t think you could ever meet. It’s rough and loud and you can feel his balls coming up to strike you from behind. Quite literally, it takes your breath away.

“fuck fuck fuck yes,” tendrils of your hair fall over your face when you lay your head down over his shoulder for stability. Aside from not being able to move, this is the best angle for the both of you. Your tits move over his face, which would allow him to suck and bite as he pleases while holding you still, and with the tilt of your body his fat tip reaches your most sensitive part.

You bounce over and over and he wishes he would have pulled your shirt up first. He’s grunting in your ear dangerously.

“Was this in your book too? Is this when he told her to take it like a good girl?”

You try to answer but it’s incomprehensible with the speed of his thrusts. “Again.”

“Y-yes,” you retry, finally getting something out. He’s satisfied with this, so he lets go of your wrists and pushes you upright, only slowing for the moment. This time, he wraps his fingers around your neck, just enough for you to breathe, while rolling his thumb across your revealed clit. The veins of his forearm show themselves and he peers up at you with a glare as if you were the most irritating thing to him.

How hard you were holding him is nothing compared to how hard he is holding you, and just that thought has your eyes threatening to fall closed.

“Then be a good. Fucking. Girl,” he punctuates each word with a harsh upwards cut of his hips, “and take it.”

“Oh God,” you connect your own weak hands around his, your mouth falling open with every moan that floats into the air. He holds your gaze with his threatening eyes, and if you tried to look anywhere but him, he’d pull you right back. “Suna, I’m coming,” you rush it out like there’s no stopping now. And honestly, you’re currently wishing you didn’t say it at all, because you know if he told you not to, your body would try its best to comply.

“No the fuck you’re not.”

Godammit.

Removing his finger from your nub, he moves the hand to meet the other at your throat. You couldn’t speak even if you wanted to, which you did, just to let him know that this would only make it worse. There’s a movement: you’re coming down on him yourself with the force of the thrust driving you up.

Your mouth creates the words, but they don’t come out. Suna knows anyway. “Please.”

“No.” And it’s as simple as that, because then he says, “Do you hear that?”

Of course you don’t, he just asked to see if you were sane enough to come back to your senses and focus your hearing. His tight hold on you is enough to leave a mark, but not enough to prevent your head from slowly shaking back and forth.

“On the other side of that wall is your brother. Both of them.” Your eyes shoot wide at the same time his thrusts calm down. He still continues, it’s just with a deep grind to prevent the hard slapping of skin, and he brings your forehead to his as he speaks to you. “Come now and both of us are in trouble.”

He has valid reasons to infer that it is specifically the twins, but he’s sure you don’t want to hear those right now. If it was up to him, you would have been throwing your head back and showing that arch he imagines you had before he intruded in on you changing, but holding it above your head like meat to a starving dog was fine too.

“Please let me come Rin, please. I’ll be quiet,” a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose ends your pleading, hoping it softens him up with the use of his first name.

And maybe it worked, because his eyebrows curl upwards with pity when he explains, “We both know you’re too vocal for that, princess. How about we try something else?”

You nod frantically, raising off his length and letting him lay down completely while you wait for directions. He gets situated by moving pillows out of the way. “Come here.”

You realize now the pity he expressed was fake. Swinging your leg over his waist, you begin to line yourself up.

“No. come here.”

You stare at him dumbfounded.

“Up here, towards me,” he ushers his hands. You scoot closer towards his chest with your hands on his pecs, not sure how much closer the two of you can get.

“My face, baby.”

Instead of getting angry with you, he kept his tone. It was little but it made you feel good. “Oh.”

You come to a hover over his lips, contemplating a lot and nothing at the same time, mainly if this man was really under you telling you to do what you’re doing.

“Sit.”

“Are you sure?” You clarify.

“Yes. Sit before I make you read your porn to me.” This brings your eyebrows in with a crease and you drop with no remorse on his lips. His face is smothered somewhere between his eyes. The only thing visible is his damp hair.

Unfortunately for you, he enjoys the thrill of not being able to breathe.

You’re less than two minutes into absolutely grinding on his tongue, chasing the vibrations of his grunts and groans by tugging on his hair. Your other hand is covering your mouth.

Thankfully, because there’s a quick knock, and Osamu’s voice passes through the door. “Pizza’s here. You okay in there?”

You nod as if he can see you. You then realize he cannot.

Shakily, you call out “Yes.” The only way to not moan while Suna slides the muscle between your lips to taste all of your slick is by biting your lip. His fingers grip the fat of your thighs.

“Okay.” In the background there’s another voice, presumably your other brother. Finally, they become faint until you hear the stairs, and you allow yourself a little freedom.

“Rin,” you look down fully expecting to meet his eyes, but you can’t see him past your hair.

“Hmphh?”

“I’m close— can I?” On cue, he pushes in as far as his tongue can go inside your hole. He nods yes, simultaneously flattening it to lick all of you in one stripe before deliberately sucking your clit.

To muffle your sounds, your hand comes to cover your mouth once again and you’re somehow managing to prepare for your eyes squeezing shut at the same time as your muscles tensing. Suna can feel you dripping, literally this time.

this was kinda rushed

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vltnoire · 1 year

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date or ditch

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ suna x fem!reader. anotha enemies to 🤔

when your date ditches you, the most unexpected person shows up instead.

“Well, look who’s here. I’d say you look like you decided to just sit in a restaurant and not order anything but a glass of water out of impulse or you just got ditched by a date. Either way I couldn’t care less.”

God, out of all the people, why send him your way? Why send anyone your way today?

“How on earth do you know I’m here? Stalking much?” You shifted your gaze from him to the glass window, observing the falling raindrops. Maybe your date didn’t show up because of the rain. Or maybe he just backed out at the last minute and forgot to tell you. Or maybe his car broke down on the way here and his phone died–

Not like you care anyway. Probably just like how he doesn’t care about the date he was supposed to show up to hours ago. And to make things worse, the last person on your list of people that infuriate me to no end that I absolutely give no shit about shows up instead. Like it was meant to make things any better. If anything, things were the opposite for you and not for Suna. He sure looked like he was having the time of his life making fun of you.

“You do know that your date is my cousin right?” That immediately catches your attention, eyes widening and your mouth left opening. As if things couldn’t get any better, you find yourself jumping out of the frying pan into the fire.

“With that stupid look on your face right now, I find it reasonable as to why any of your dates wouldn’t even bother showing up.” Stupid Suna and his stupid fucking remarks.

“You did this, didn't you? You tattled about me to him about things that aren’t true just like how you spread rumours about me in school. Can’t you leave whatever personal vendetta you have against me out of my social life? Learn to fix that attitude of yours and then maybe you’ll know why you don’t get girls.”

“Correction. Half true. And be glad I’m not the one that started the rumours. I don’t have a personal vendetta over you by the way, that sounds like a you problem. And why should I get girls when watching you suffer is my main source of entertainment?” You receive a kick under the table from him.

“That’s not even the bare minimum of what someone of good human decency would do but thank you for being self-aware I guess?”

From the corner of your eye you cannot really tell what other downfalls he’s praying on you but after throwing you a quick glance, he gets up and you hope he doesn’t come back.

A few minutes later he comes back. And what you don’t expect is for dinner to be served.

–

“What even is that?” Suna doesn’t even bother to hide the disgust on his face.

“Sylvanian Families. Why ask if you’re not gonna play with me?” Sitting on the floor, you look up at Suna who’s standing by your doorway.

“Just because I don’t wanna play doesn’t mean I can’t ask.”

“Oops. Forgot that you’re dumb. It’s okay if your curiosity got the best of you.” You go back to arranging the miniature figures. A ball just so happened to be resting near his feet. Now or never, he thinks. The ball crashes into your beautifully arranged figures all thanks to Suna. You began blubbering until your mom and Suna’s came to check on you only to find Suna being the ever goody two-shoes he is consoling you. What a b word.

–

“What’re you reading?” You don't bother sparing a glance at him as he enters your bedroom and flops on your bed.

“None of your business. Get out of my room.” Your eyes remain glued to the book in your hand.

“What’s with the mood, missy? I didn’t even do anything.”

“Other than breathing and existing, you annoy the hell out of me.”

“Gimme that book.” He reaches for it by you slap his hand away on time.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Why should I?”

“Why shouldn’t you?”

“Get away from me. You have so many other people to bother and why would you choose me?”

“Why wouldn’t I choose you?” He makes a grab for your book and flips through the pages.

“Suna! Give it back!” You try prying the book away from him by pulling his arms but he’s already caught sight of the content of a few pages of the book.

“No can do. Ooh, y/n’s reading romance. You wanna be in love so badly huh. Fortunately nobody would ever feel the same way about you. So stop being delusional.”

“Shut up and get off of me!” He wouldn’t get up from laying atop your body so pushing him off the bed was the only choice. The only bad thing you weren’t expecting is falling on top of him.

Has his eyes always been this colour? You never really knew what the colour of his eyes were now that your face was centimetres away from his.

“Huh.” His scoff pulled you out of whatever daze you were in before you ran out of your bedroom with your book clutched in your arm. Suna wondered whether it was the summer heat or you that made his cheeks grow warm.

–

“Thanks. You going home alone?” Suna accepts the drink you claimed to have ‘accidentally gotten due to pressing the wrong button on the vending machine and had no idea who to give it to and what a coincidence the only person you know who so happens to like this drink is none other than you’.

“You’re not welcome. Why does it matter to you if I’m going home alone? You don’t seem to care about me anyway so why ask?” Just as you turn around to walk away from him, you feel a gentle grip on your wrist.

“I’m not telling you whether you can or cannot go home alone. You’re going home with me after practice. No questions.” He drags you into the gym and makes you sit down on the bleachers despite you being reluctant and throwing a tantrum in front of his teammates.

“What was that about? Being all buddy-buddy with y/n now huh.” Atsumu bumps into Suna’s shoulder with a smug expression on his face.

“Fuck off.”

“I will. Only if you give me her number.”

“What do you even need it for?”

“Talk to her. Date her. Marry her.”

“All the more reason to not give you her number.”

“Why can I not talk to her? It’s not as if you’re her boyfriend or anything, right? I mean, you two literally hate each other's guts for God knows how long so there’s no way–” Atsumu looks at Suna who’s looking at you and then he looks at you. And he looks back to Suna.

“Damn. Who would’ve thought I’d be involved in a love triangle?” Atsumu slaps his friend in the back and a red-faced Suna shoves him off before walking away.

–

There was never really a concrete reason as to why you grew up loathing Suna. He grew up tormenting you so why not respond in kind.

“What’s the real reason you’re here?” You blow off the steam from your ramen before taking a bite out of it only to end up gasping from the burn on your tongue. Suna bites back a chuckle and shoves his drink your way.

“You really wanna know the truth?”

“Why would I not?”

“Fine then. Just promise me one thing.” He holds out a pinky finger.

“You’re seventeen and you’re still going around making pinky promises?” Nonetheless, you curl your pinky finger on his.

“Just don’t run away after what I’m about to say.”

“You’re making it sound like you’re plotting something dangerous but okay.” You pull your finger away and lean against the seat as you sip your Suna’s drink.

“Well, let’s just say my cousin kind of sort of not really somehow unintentionally got our phones switched up and he thought he was asking his crush out who unexpectedly had the same name as you and I know that’s fucking crazy but he’s embarrassed and told me to go in his stead because he knew how much I li–” He hoped that you didn’t catch on to what he was about to say after realising he had said so much in a minute without getting a response out of you.

“Hey. Don’t let it get to your head. I’m just here because my cousin feels bad okay, not–”

Out of all the reactions he thought he would get out of you, you laugh.

“If you wanted to go on a date with me so badly, all you had to do was ask.”

“I am many things, but I’m not a desperate person.”

“Mhm. I like how obsessed with me you are. Makes me feel like the most important person in the world.” You smile.

He suppose he won’t be able to deny that. Not when you look like the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

#suna x reader #suna fluff #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou fluff #suna rintarou headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons

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miya-rin · 10 months

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imagine being the miya twins older sister who has had suna rintarou fully enamoured with your existence since he first met you at 15 years old.

he has tried to make many moves on you over the years to no avail; sneakily trying to place his arms around your shoulder before one of your brothers notice and throw the nearest object they can grab his way. not letting you carry anything while hes around, claiming how “youll never have to lift a finger again” if you give him a chance. hell, even dropping down to the floor to tie your shoelaces the second he realises the laces have come loose, taking his time to stand back up afterwards as he slowly rakes his eyes over your figure so he can fully take in every inch of you. every attempt of his to make you swoon for him is met with “sorry sweetheart, still not into minors” and a small ruffle of his hair which gives him a dopey smile. you would think he would start to back off eventually but to your dismay every rejection you have handed to him has just made his desire for you grow stronger - he takes your words as “try again when youre 18”

which is exactly what he does. on his 18th birthday his friends decide to throw him a massive party - being the twins chaperone you had to come along and when suna set his eyes on you, you knew there was no chance of you escaping his antics. you catch him glancing at you multiple times throughout the night before he gets pulled away by one of his guests, a disappointed look in his eyes every time he had to look away from you.

after a couple of hours you decide to step outside onto the balcony to catch some fresh air seeing as there was no sign of the party dying down anytime soon. you’re outside for maybe 5 minutes when you hear the door slide open, you already know who its going to be seeing as he has been trying to catch you alone all night, you turn around to finally face the boy and he looks as ecstatic as ever.

“happy birthday suna.” you swear you can see his soul leave his body the second those words leave your mouth, its not the first time youve said it to him tonight - youre not that cruel as to not wish the poor boy a happy birthday on his special day - but everything that comes out of your mouth looks like it sends him to heaven and back.

“thankyou yn, i appreciate you being here, but then again, i know you cant spend more that a week away from me because youre just so obsessed with me.”

“wow, am i that easy to read?” you chuckle along with him, noticing the way his gaze doesnt stray away from your face while you face forward, “so, how does it feel finally being legal?”

“incredible, it means you can finally give me a chance.” he doesnt miss the way you sigh at his words.

“suna we’v-“

“i know that we’ve been over this, but i don’t really think you mean it,” this gains an eye roll from you, “plus, my one wish when i blew out my candles was that you would give me a kiss.”

“really? well i guess your going to have to go without this year.”

“it was my birthday wish, youre not gonna deny me that are you?”

“yknow, if you tell your wish to someone it doesnt come true right?”

“yn…please,” his voice is barely above a whisper, he sounds desperate, “i have been waiting for three years, all i ask for is one kiss, just one.”

“i think youre forgetting that im 22 and you are freshly 18.”

“im still 18 though.”

“hm… you make a good point,” you see the way he perks up slightly at your evaluation, a hopeful look becoming more prominent in his eyes, “one kiss. let it be my official gift for the birthday boy.” you might have well as told him he had just one the lottery, anyone who walked past the sliding door would think you had due to the way his smile was so wide.

“thankyou” is all he can muster up before he is snaking his hand up your body and with a hand tangled up in your hair he leans down until his lips touch yours, you can feel the shit eating grin spread across his face as he gently moves his lips in sync with yours, pulling away slightly to whisper “best birthday ever” before leaning back in <3

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