Getting caught kissing Haikyuu!! middle blockers
Getting caught smoochin’ some middle blockers
A wonderful request from anon!
I got soooo carried away and this turned into relationship reveals also so if that’s not what you wanted I’m so sorry :,) I also only wrote for characters I was confident for, so if you wanted someone else feel free to ask again and I'll try my best!
cw: fluff, established relationship, kissing, manager reader, gn reader
characters: tsukishima, kuroo, suna
My favorite middle blocker <3 lanky lad himself
Kei is definitely not the type of person who shows a lot of affection in public (unless he’s trying to piss someone else off, example: random guys who try to flirt with you)
So I'm picturing a scenario where y’all are lowkey dating during the summer training camp arc, Kuroo and Bokuto have been poking Tsukki all day between practices about his relationship with you (the wonderful third manager)
Of course he’s not entertaining their shenanigans at all, and responds with stuff like “It’s not important.” so of course the captains are dying for intel
While you’re helping clean up from the extra practice that the Tokyo captains dragged Tsukishima to every night, you see your boyfriend approaching from the corner of your eye. Turning to greet him, you’re interrupted by him taking your hand and leading out the back door.
Leaning down and snaking his arms around your waist, he gave you a chaste kiss on the lips. You pull back as a smile grows on your face. “Did you miss me that much today?”
Before he could retort, you both heard a low whistle from behind you. Not letting go of your blonde boyfriend, you turned to find a grinning Kuroo standing smugly.
“Oh, so this is ‘nothing important’?” he mused with exaggerated air quotes accompanying his eyebrow raise.
Tsukishima reverts to his defensive attitude, scoffing and turning his face away to hide the slight blush from the Nekoma captain. “So what? You got your answer, and it changes nothing, right?”
Kuroo raised his hands defensively in front of him. “Woah it's cool man, I was just messing with you. Besides, we kept asking you because you’re obviously into them.”
The tall blonde’s head snapped forwards to face the captain, mouth open as if ready to retort, only to see his retreating back and hand up in a casual wave. Despite Kuroo not facing you directly, you could practically feel the smug smirk on his face.
Of course he told Bokuto, who probably told everyone
Hinata is pouty that Tsukishima got a partner before him, but still excitedly asks you loads of questions (Tsukki tosses him away before you can really answer)
Noya and Tanaka will never stop pestering Tsukishima about you from now on, making him vow to never hurt you and stuff like that
Everyone else (besides Yamaguchi, who lowkey always knew) was just shocked that Tsukishima would actually like someone enough to date them
Congrats you’re now officially dating Karasuno’s number 11, everyone thinks you’re so cute together c:
It’s not that Kuroo didn’t want to tell everyone that you were dating, you just thought it would be too much of a hassle to deal with certain members of the team if they found out (namely yamamoto and lev)
He respected your wishes, but in truth he wanted everyone to know that you were his
So on the outside, the captain was just close friends with the manager and the world was at peace… until one fateful day
Kuroo was in charge of locking up after practice today, so you stuck around and continued organizing random things until he called you over.
Everyone else had already left since cleaning duties were done, but the captain got pulled out to talk to a teacher for a bit. You stuck around because you wanted to walk home with him since you went to the same train stop, and you weren’t comfortable walking alone. Well, at least that’s what you told everyone else to avoid suspicion.
You turned towards his voice and smiled, jogging over lightly. His hazel eyes scanned the gym to make sure it was vacant before opening his arms and catching you in a hug.
“Ready to head out?” his chest rumbled against you with each word.
You nodded and tip-toed up to his face for a quick peck on the lips. “Let’s go.”
You both turned towards the door only to see Lev standing there with a blank expression. It took a couple of seconds of silence before everyone processed what had just happened.
Lev blinked before speaking excitedly, barraging you with question after question about your relationship.
You simply buried your face in your hands and shook your head as all your careful planning unraveled in front of you.
Kuroo just grinned and shrugged, tightening his hold on your waist.
“Guess it can’t be helped,” he sighed dramatically, “can’t talk our way out of this one.”
You didn’t miss the smirk that stayed plastered on his face the whole time he was talking.
Apparently there was a bet among the other teammates on whether you were actually dating or not
Kenma, Kai, Yaku, and Fukunaga were the only ones who won
Kenma entered the bet because he knew he would win lmao
Yamamoto would cry but only a little bit because he knows you’re in good hands, as he respects his captain deeply
Congrats now you’re officially mom and dad of a bunch of weird kids
He just forgets to tell people that you’re in a relationship, he just assumes that everyone knows already
His general deadpan demeanor combined with actively avoiding the twins means that no one ever really figures it out
You never said anything because it would cause more trouble than it was worth
It’s some random day after practice when you thought that everyone had left, y’all went into the storage closet to kiss a little bit 😳
“Rin, we’re gonna get caught if we stay,” you breathed as the dark haired boy tightened his arms around your waist.
“It’s fine, just a little longer,” he mumbled in the crook of your neck.
You tried to wiggle out but to no avail, his arms only tightening around your waist with each movement. You sighed and nudged his head up to face you. Leaning forwards to place a solid kiss on his lips, you stayed there for a few seconds before pulling back again to look him in the eye.
“I missed you too, dummy.” you murmured, pulling him closer again, “just one more and then we have to go.”
Almost as soon as your lips met again, the door to the closet slammed open. On the other end was Atsumu, who was standing there with wide eyes and a slack jaw before immediately exclaiming, “SO YOU’RE TOGETHER AND YOU NEVER SAID ANYTHING?!”
Osamu followed shortly after his brother, and he simply whistled while observing the sight laid out in front of him. “Nice, you owe me a meal now, ‘tsumu.” His twin simply collapsed on the floor dramatically.
Suna blinked, removed his hand from your waist to take his phone out of his pocket, and took a picture of Atsumu on the floor before responding. “You didn’t know?”
Atsumu lifted his head from the ground to remark, “Of course we didn’t idiot, you never told us!!”
Suna stopped to think for a minute before raising his shoulders slightly. “Oh, my bad.” he stated with a neutral expression.
Osamu continued to stare at Suna’s arms circling your waist. “Can you guys like, get a room?”
“We did have a room, you’re the ones that came in.”
You simply stared exasperatedly at the situation in front of you, preparing yourself for all the shit you’d have to deal with later.
Atsumu and Osamu are happy to have finally found something they can use to drag Suna into their shenanigans
Aran pats you on the back and wishes you good luck
Kita actually knew the whole time, he just didn’t say anything
Now the team is doubly protective of you, their beloved manager <3
toxic traits the haikyuu boys have
an -> hurt myself writing these ;(
Takes his jokes too far to the point where you don’t feel comfortable enough to tell him things about you self. Every time you try to bring it up he shuts you down and dismisses you ‘you’re being dramatic y/n you know it was just a joke.’
-> Kuroo, Suna, Atsumu, Mattsun, Tuskki, Nishnoya
Treats his girl best friend better than you. Everytime she’s around it’s like he forgets you exist. It’s you he should be holding, it’s you he should be kissing on the forehead and it’s you he should be looking at like that not her. He just ‘feels comfortable around her because we’ve been best friends our entire lives.’
-> Asahi, Bokuto, Akaashi, Tanaka, Goshiki, atendou, Suga
He degrades you when you tell him something that happened during your day ‘that’s so stupid y/n’ ‘why are you telling me this?’ ‘Are you dumb? Why would you do some shit like that’ to the point where you don’t even tell him things anymore. Your friends ask you why you’re so silent when they come over but you just reply ‘I’m fine,it’s just a little stomach bug.’
-> Ukai, Ushijima, KITA, Kenma, Iwazumi, Daichi
HOW THEY KISS YOU — haikyuu drabble
[idea popped out of nowhere so if you see anything similar, always remember, “great minds think alike, small minds rarely differ” or whatever]
CONTAINS : idk, implied aged up, implied official relationship, implied short reader, kissing, making out, marking some territory, fluffy kinda, suggestive maybe, me swearing, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Sakusa, Suna, Atsumu, Osamu, GN!reader, not proofread
the type to cradle your face when kissing.
in the moment, his lips touch yours first before his hands reach up to trace your jawline.
and they'll just rest there, maybe his thumbs will trace your cheekbone as well, occasional gentle rubs.
especially when he pulls away to look at your face.
also, maybe if the moment is less passionate, maybe more lead by heat, lust, or anger.
his hands could find peace in the nape of your neck.
maybe he'll run his fingers through your hair that way, it slowly goes up, so he'll be pulling your face toward his
a sloppy kiss, if you will.
playing with your hair should be like a little headcanon, I feel like he does it. [unless there are complications I don't dare to bring up]
every so often, I feel like he pecks
also, I don't find him the type to mark, strangely
I do like the idea of you marking him and then him pulling up to work the next day.
“COACH GOT LAID” or some shit.
this man's would love to be dominated don't tell me otherwise.
like, if you're laying down, things are getting heated, he'd simply pick you up to sit on his stomach..... or lower.
and then you two would make out, your hands in his hair which is surprisingly soft, and his hands kinda reaching down low on your azzeria.
making out is so weird like why do people do—
anyways, since we already have “power top” and “power bottom”, power switch pretty much just sounds fucking stupid, what are they? versatile? [that was supposed to be a joke until I looked it up]
like, bro, just take the initiative when you feel like it, you're not being bossy, tops do it all the time and you like it
passionate makeout session.
he's the type to put his hands on your fucking waist
that shit would simply kill me.
maybe after making out, he'll kiss your forehead, let his hands rest there for a bit while you to just stare at one another............................ lovingly.
aggressive makeout session.
won't miss the opportunity to grab your ass.
maybe one will be at the small of your back so you don't subconsciously resist.
or at the back of your neck and one just aggressively squeezing your ass while he eats your face or some shit
I like this.
if you're laying down, he'd deffo be on top.
his hands would be a makeshift pillow for you in this case.
also, kisses behind the ear, very sugoi, very swag.
occasional grinding, yes yes.
anyways, if you want to be wholesome with this man, kisses on the side of the head are always there for you
he'd do it any chance he gets
in the middle of a conversation with his friends, you're next to him probably feeling neglected,,
while you're doing something, making a snack, using your phone, watching television
before bed as well
just BAM, kiss.
this kiss is so powerful it can make your bad day just.... a regular day..
it's one of the ways he regularly shows his appreciation for you and your being every moment of everyday.
and with that thought, that instinctual thought to why he does it at random, makes you relax when he does it to calm you down.
also kisses you down low on your hips.
this man gives the gentlest. kisses. on planet. fucking. earth..
HE'LL KISS YOU FUCKING ANYWHERE, MATE, AND IT INSTANTLY JUST—
like, dude, his kisses are your WEAKNESS.
he could exploit that weakness by making you dismiss an argument.
but he doesn't because that would be seriously unhealthy and you two could instead communicate and resolve your problems like civilized people.
dude. he'd kiss your forehead, your cheeks—maybe do that thing where he just... touches his cheek with yours, because... people do that for some reason.
he gives me old man vibes, so I'm going with it.
he'd kiss around a boo-boo of yours as well.
if you had a cut on your finger, or a scrape on your forearm, he'd kiss your mother. fucking. pulse. like a mother. fucking. gentleman.
and then he'd kiss your lips because you asked.
ALSO, HAND KISSES. HE KISSES YOUR HAND.
not the palm that's fucking disgusting
casual kisses... he doesn't do that, your kisses are nice and pleasurable in the moment, not too common but not in an unhealthy way.
OH MY FUCKING GOD I JUST REMEMBERED JAW KISSES.
If you're in the position, you're laying down on the bed, he just climbs in with you, rests on your stomach, his chin in between your chest, he leans over, he kisses you, trailin down to your jawline, you lift your head and make space for him to kiss t h e r e.
collarbone kisses are elegant, too. he does that, favorite place to mark.
at the edge of your lip kisses.
likes to kiss your anywhere where you got a mole/beauty mark/tattoo/scar.
I feel like making out isn't his thing, but if he does he's fucking awesome at it.
nape kisses. pog.
he'd sneak up to you, wrap his arms around your waist from the back, whisper your name in a sing-songy tone
of course he wouldn't do this in public, intrusive thoughts.
if you're laying down tho, he'd be on top, your hands being pinned on each side of the bed, near your head, his fingers intertwining with yours as he slowly kisses from your rising chest to your plush lips.
ALSO, GAMING POSITION.
he's sitting, staring into his pc as he focuses on his game
you randomly go to sit on his lap for whatever reason you think you should do it.
he looks at you for a moment then back at the screen to pause.
placing the controller down on the table behind you to indicate full attention.
he's all yours.
he knows full well what you're demanding rn tho.
his hands are on your fucking ARMS when he kisses you
just rubbing, up and down, and then they go to your back
to your neck.
and then right there, just below your jawline his thumbs rest.
he's groping you as well.
we have passionate tsumu : grabbing your ass.
aggressive 'tsumu : grabbing your ass.
and casual 'tsumu : kissing collarbone.
collarbone is life.
sometimes he'd kiss, like, in the chest as well.
like, in there, in your shirt, he'd be digging to kiss the top of your chest.
anyways, groping your ass passionately, he'd be using both hands, and very gentle.
bro, I just realized his hands just be fucking huge.
anyways, if you're on a bed, he'd be the type to pin you down as your making out.
nothing better than a dom who's good at dominating being dominated by someone who's good at dominatin'
being aggressive with 'tsumu must be......... yeah.
he's most likely be holding you anywhere to put you in place, your arms, your waist, the back of your neck/head, and off course :
I don't know, it's, like, his favorite thing.
he would sleep on it probably if it's even soft enough
also, back to the collarbone.
just like oikawa, he'd randomly stuff his face in your shoulder or something, give you a good sniff before kissing the spot.
'tsumu has two moods :
sometimes whenever he'd simultaneously be on both, you'd be on a field trip.
with your first kiss, one of his hands rested on your shoulder, and the other the back of your head.
kind of possessive, but gentle in a sense.
I also feel like he's an underboob type of guy.
and just like sakusa :
a mother. fucking. gentleman.
gently pecks you anywhere convenient anytime.
had a phase where he'd peck the tip of your nose.
he thought it was cute but stopped when you told him it tickled.
but after while you encouraged him to do it again
and not it's his thing.
instead of kissing your forehead when you fall asleep, he kisses your nose
whispers a soft “I love you” to your ear before retreating to rest himself
unlike sakusa, however, he isn't afraid to kiss the palm of your hand.
but he also kisses the inside of your wrist, it's literally the best thing a person could do.
not me falling asleep near the end and waking up to this
also kisses your abdomen, I can see that, very much, yes.
isn't afraid to kiss the top of your head tho
while teaching you how to cook, his arms around your waist, quietly instructing you this and that
if you're frustrated or doing well, he'd kiss the top of your head
reassuring or reward, it works either way
I feel like Suna isn’t actually a fuckboi. Truly , that man has the energy of someone who makes fake accounts on Movie Star Planet and trolls other people in the dead of the night….right after he’s done beefing with children on a public Minecraft server
Anyways, the man would really be like Usui from Maidsama when he does fall for someone.
— staying at their place <3
— content notes : fluff, swearing, bad humour :>
— note : I haven’t posted in so long <//3 math is killing me >-<
ace on her monthly post again 😍❗️❗️❗️
Suna x reader smau masterlist
After a frat party goes wrong, y/n retreats to a local gas station to wait for her friend to pick her up. Whilst there, she meets a boy, who sits with her until they get there; a boy she was hoping she'd never see again after that night... Was it the last time she saw him? Of course not.
disclaimer: images used aren't mine, so all credits go to who they belong to! aswell, the images don't affect how y/n looks - they are just there to reference scenery and clothing :)
y/n + friends | Suna + friends
000 | prologue
001 | strangers
002 | the morning after
⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐑.
დ pairing: suna x gn!reader
დ content info: sfw, fluff, suggestive, alcohol consumption. be sure to look out for individual information sections at the beginning of each part.
დ summary: you knew moving into a new apartment would come with an array of exciting experiences, but you never imagined you’d cross the line and enter unfamiliar territory with one of your neighbors.
you’re expecting the movers to arrive to you apartment with the furniture your ordered, but you don’t want to be alone when they deliver it. so, even though you’ve only lived in the unit for a day, you decide to ask the guy who lives across from you to keep you company.
it’s the day after your first true encounter with suna and you have yet to put your new furniture together. luckily, you recall your neighbor offering his help with the assembly. you take him up on his offer.
you’re returning home from grocery shopping when the contents of one of your bags end up scattered at your feet. suna’s help reminds you of the raincheck he promised you that first day. he doesn’t seem busy now, so you insist that he join your for breakfast.
a particularly rough day at work leaves you wanting to do nothing more than curl up and hibernate in bed but before you’re able to do so, suna catches you at your door and forces you to a participate in what he considers a much needed movie night. his place or yours?
you and suna have gone from neighbors to friends; which is why he feels comfortable enough to ask you to be his plus one to a work event. you agree, but neither you or suna have an idea of what the night will hold.
haikyuu boys ditching school for you
requested by: @shoulmate
SUNA didn’t have to ask twice. the troublesome glint in your eyes said it all. the moment he merely suggest skipping class, you pounced on it like a predator capturing its pray. the maniacal laughter you’d let out as you both snuck through the back doors fueled his thought even more — maybe you were actually part hyena. he had times where he’d regret asking you, like when you so cutely looked at the bakery pastry like you’ve been starved for days. the way you didn’t want to spend too much money because you planned on visiting your normal hang-out spot, the arcade. so of course, he had to get it for you. he’d say it was because he didn’t want to hear you complain, but let’s admit it, there’s just something about the way your face squishes when you eat a baked good. one in which you drooled for seconds before. the sparkles in your eyes fueling the fire burning within his heart. he was hopelessly in love with you, and he enjoyed every moment of it.
“suna, ‘s not fair,” you pouted at the game over screen, he once again kicked your ass in mortal kombat, “can we play something else?”
you placed your back against the machine, staring sweetly up at your best friend. his hands rested near the joycons, trapping you completely, “it’s because you choose goro everytime.”
“he’s scary!” your hands pushed slightly against his chest, but his stance didn’t wavering despite your small fit.
“but he sucks,” he rolled his eyes as you playfully rested your hands on his shoulders, “what else did you want to play?”
“i bet i could score higher in tetris than you.”
“alright, pretty girl,” his head ducked slightly to stare at you mischievously, “it’s on.”
the smile on your lips pulled him in deeper. he would do anything to see the cute pout on your face, or to see your teeth shining as you beat him successfully. even if he had to purposely score lower than you, throwing his dignity in the trash to see that trouble glint in your eyes one more time.
SAKUSA normally wouldn’t miss class. it’s not that he really cared that much for learning, but he had to maintain his grades to continue participating in the volleyball club. but there’s one thing you knew that would break the mans routine, and it was his biggest pet peeve. being embarrassed. now most people would be embarrassed because of simple things like waving back at someone who wasn’t directing it at you, or in sakusas case, showing up late to class. walking in where everyone’s attention on you, something he refused to experience. when his classmates arrived late, it gave him second hand embarrassment, so how could he possibly do it? so, when you purposely held him behind, he felt like he had no choice but to skip.
“you’re the bane of my existence.” he mumbled, trailing behind as you dragged him by the elbow of his sweater.
you giggled, “aren’t you going to finish the quote?”
part of you wanted to visit a park, but he would just watch you from afar in the shade, like a loser. so, there was only one thing you could think of that you’d both have mutual enjoyment. cloud watching. as much as he would hate to admit it, the man knew of a special spot up on a secluded hill away from the public. one that would broadcast the sky so clearly. he even kept a blanket in his car that he washed frequently to lay on when he felt the desire to get out and remain alone.
“that one looks like a dog,” he displayed one of his rare smiles as you laid close to him on the small blanket, “do you see it?”
“it looks like you.” his smile disappeared quickly as you gave him a flashy one, cuddling his side and kissing his neck in a fit of laughter, “you love me.”
“you’re the bane of my existence,” his gaze softened as you continued to pepper him with kisses, “and the person of all my desires.”
“the correct quote is ‘object’, not person.”
“i take it back.”
IWAIZUMI was a good student, but all good students have bad, influential friends. by bad, most would picture maki or mattsun, but who would assumed you were even worse? worse than oikawa on a bad hair day, or worse than kyōtani when he didn’t get to eat his morning breakfast. so, here he was, pampering you on a wednesday morning outside of school during its hours because you needed to ‘have more iwa time’. not that he was going to complain, but jeez he at least expected a better excuse. or maybe a situation where he was being pampered instead. but alas, he found himself sitting on the other side of a seasaw against his will, pouting over the now empty pocket of his because you so desperately wanted your favorite coffee. he was absolutely putty in the palm of your hands, and as much as he protested, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I don’t want to do this,” he argued as he hopped off the park attraction, “i’d rather be in class right now.“
you quickly followed, watching as his body naturally gravitated towards the swings, “so, you don’t love me?”
“who said that?” he irked at your accusation. if anything, it was the complete opposite. he loved you too much.
he sat on the swing, preparing to rock himself back and forth to gain momentum. yet, it did not come. his face grew hot in faux aggravation as you plopped down right on his lap, giggling at his widened eyes.
“what,” you teased, poking his cheek, “never been this close to a girl?”
he tilted his nose in the air, ignoring your words. yet, he didn’t push you off. instead, his arms wrapped around you to keep you firm and steady as he began to push back on the ground. he watched your embarrassed state as you switch roles completely, not expecting him to actually swing with your company.
“what?” it was his turn to bully you, “never been this close to a boy?”
drabble. If He Didn’t Become a Pro Athlete.
If Suna hadn’t become a pro volleyball player, he would have become a photographer. Yeah, he took a lot of pictures and videos of the twins fighting and instigated quite a few, but while it was fun it was so he could some practice. He got his first camera after high school that wasn’t his phone and while doing college he took up photography. You should always have something else on your resume right? Something other than a sport?
The first time you saw Suna was in the courtyard, sitting on your jacket with a snack and reading out of your textbook, highlighter shifting in your hands. When you looked up to give your eyes a rest, you saw his greasy hair shuffling in the wind and when you looked, you saw him with the camera pointed right at you. You smiled, waved, noticing that he often took photos. You didn’t know who he was, but you were well aware of what he did.
Your first date was when he needed a model for a project in class and his thoughts went to you first. It had been a few weeks since you started talking, asking him to see the study photos he took. He agreed after much annoyance, commenting that you were almost as bad as that piss haired Miya, but once everything was edited he sent it your way.
It opened doors.
When you and Suna had become a couple, you were still in College and he had been signed to the Raijin team. You transferred happily to follow him, your major was at almost every single school in the country. The two of you got a two bedroom so you had a safe, quiet place to study. The candid photos of you became less and less, but occasionally he would send you a selfie he took on his phone and edited in one of those fancy photoshop apps he actually paid for.
Yeah, if he hadn’t become a pro athlete, he would have been a photographer.
Because it helped him find, you.
Studying on my own about marketing and architecture and trying to be a boss bitch and the rich single auntie that everyone loves but would drop everything when my hq man is exiting because I would be their cute little housewife and they would spoil me sooo much because “ I deserve everything<33 “and I can buy what I want with their credit card (even if I love the thought being spoiled by them, it also hurts me because I even feel bad if I just want a little candy from my friends iaibdbajns)
Aww you need new shoes ?:(
BOOM their credit card!! Your man would even go with you to the shop and probably would buy you even more <3
Just saw a cute dress/ pants/ shirt but sadly it is a bit too expensive ?:(
For your husband? Never! And if you don’t buy it, HE is going to do it!
Oh man, the underwear los from this shop are looking so cute! Maybe you will buy it next time :)
Next time? Nahhh watch your man go with you in this shop and he just can’t wait to see you in it ;) It something that he can enjoy too <333
So all in all, they want to spoil you so much because first they can see your cute smile second they love when you feel confident in those clothes and third because it turns them on knowing you bought it from their money and especially you bought nice underwear set that he can only see ;)
Boundaries: Brushing by the Limits Featuring: Suna Rintarou x gn!reader Warnings: slightly suggestive, hungover reader, mentions of sobriety and painkillers, mainly just fluff, mutual pining/friends to lovers
A/n: My brain really managed to forget about this a month after I wrote it. It's tidied up a little but again, feel free to tell me if you find any mistakes. You have my old Suna fixation to thank for this. Reblogs always appreciated <3
Kiss me when you're sober.
His words echoed like an alarm, warning your heart of the inevitable danger Suna Rintarou posed, and the only thing you remembered from last night became what you wanted to forget the most.
Even now, as he watched you swallow down the water he gave you to wash down the bitter taste of painkillers, a grin cozied itself among his features. Perhaps he knew what what was on your mind.
And you knew... Somewhere along the way, the lines had been blurred just enough for you to erase them. It had only been your pride that held you back.
Even now, if he pushed you away again, you weren't sure you'd recover. You leaned forward, breath shaky, stopping just short of his lips to whisper to him, "I'm sober now. You don't still want me, do you?"
But he did. You were sure, through the slight widening of his eyes that preceded the soft press of his lips against yours, making you swoon with how gentle he was.
That being so, Rin had his limits. A small groan left him, much to your delight, as your fingers pulled at the hairs at the back of his neck.
Feeling your hands card through his hair made Rin nervous. You had played with his hair before, but never had you tugged on it like this, urging him to keep going. Before he knew it, wandering hands reached any part that you would share, squeezing your sides before resting on your waist.
"Mmh?" He replied, speaking against your lips.
"We can't continue like this," making no effort to stop. "I'm a mess right now."
"Don't care. I've been missing out all this time, I'm gonna take advantage."
"Even if I'm in pain?"
That pulled him out of his daze. The view in front of you was breathtaking, hazy green eyes paired with swollen lips, but you were sure you weren't any better. Putting a hand over your forehead, he sighed as he checked your temperature, nuzzling into your neck soon after.
"I'll get you something for the fever. For now, let's stay like this."
And how could you argue with that? Like him, you had your limits and it seemed Rin was the boundary.
sexy time with Inarizaki boys!
Pairings:Osamu Miya,Atsumu Miya,Rintarou Suna X Fem!reader
Warnings:Nsfw content,Smut (accidentally wrote "none" because of habits lol),degradation kink,oral (fem! receiving),cursing,fluff for Sunas part,Sub!Reader,Dom!Characters,cum swallowing
A/n:well damn im losing my mind over these boys
Feeling of the gentle touch of his sexy hands,while one of them is holding your thigh and the other one is making its way to your G spot;smirks when he hears the sound of your pretty moans and sees the effort youre making to catch your breath which leads to a dead end,cause that's when he sucks on your clit.tasting every drop of you until theres nothing left other than his saliva,comes atop of you and plants a small kiss on your forehead.the next thing youre feeling is the tip of his cock on your enterance,ready to make you go wild again;and the shivers hes giving you by whispering to your right ear "that's it princess,now cum for me again"
bites your neck harshly while thrusting into your soaked cunt,pinches your nipples when your eyes aren't focused on him and looks at you with a small pout on his lips that reflects his unhappiness "don't look away,ya naughty slut".has a bit of degradation kink but will make it up to you afterwards by needy cuddles and soft kisses.silences your loud screams by shoving his tongue in your mouth and kisses you intensely cause your moans distracts him from "the business",
pulls his cock out of you right before reaching his orgasm and makes you swallow his cum till hes done,holds you in his arms so tightly hoping it would satisfy his urge to make you his.you sigh in relief glad that youre finally have a chance to rest,till you feel his long middle finger poking your clit again "babe…I don't think I can take it anymore" "no worries baby doll,i gotcha"
if duration of sex is about twenty minutes,why not spend that time for "sleeping"? :)
yeah…so basically while others have their makeout sessions and bootycalls on Friday nights,you and Rin spend the whole Evening+Night sleeping in each others arms,barely getting out of bed unless its an emergency :D
reblogs are WILDLY appreciated <3
#CUDDLING WITH THE HAIKYUU BOYS!
Prompt -> what the title says
genre -> fluff
Characters -> Suna Rinataro & Miya Atsumu
an -> wrote this at 3am while I was cuddling my pillow
⤷ Atsumu loves to cuddle into your chest
⤷LOVES when you play with his hair and if you stop he gets all whiny and puts your hand back on his head “baby why’d ya stop?”
⤷ 70% of the time he ends up falling asleep; he can’t help it you’re just too comfortable
⤷ he gets all tired and clingy after a long day at practice jk he’s always clinging
⤷ walks into your shared apartment mumbling a ‘I’m home’ as he takes his shoes off, tossing his gym bag on the floor
⤷ searches the house for you and when he finds you in bed he throws himself onto you ready to get his daily y/n cuddles
“Hi tsumu, how was practice?” you say running your fingers through his dyed hair earning a groan. “tirin’, I missed ya.” he mumbled snuggling deeper into your chest. “missed you too tsumu.” a soft smile forming on your face when you look down to see him already asleep.
⤷ grade A cuddler
⤷ never wants to admit he wants to cuddle and always tries to make it seem like you’re the clingy one
⤷ would die a happy man in your arms (he would never tell you that though)
⤷ when you do end up cuddling—after Rin sucks it up like a man and admits that he was in fact the one that wanted to cuddle—he doesn’t let you get up
⤷ you need to pee? “five more minutes.” Thirsty? “drink your spit.” Limbs numb? “stop being a crybaby y/n.” But best believe he will let you get up if the hallway light is still on. “babe can you go turn the hallway light off it’s to bright.”
Suna and you lay in bed while a show plays in the background, you guys were catching up on the last few episodes. Your legs were tangled and arms around eachothers neck. “Rinnie I need to use the bathroom.” you whine trying to untangle your limbs from his, but to your dismay Suna just holds tighter. “but I’m so comfy, can’t you hold it till the morning?” and though it sounds like a question you know he won’t let you up. Fortunately, you know a trick. “Rin the hallway light is still on. If I can’t get up can you at least go shut it off?” “never mind you can go.”
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦...
"A movie night at home
You two were bored and it's been a few days since you've seen each other, so why not?
As soon as you arrive at his house, everything is almost ready, his couch was full of pillows and blankets, and there were also some snacks and sweets,and on TV, the first movie they were going to watch was already selected.
now the two of you are lying and cuddling on the couch while eating some snacks and watching the movie
As soon as the movie marathon ended, you and he were already asleep having sweet dreams.<3
➤[𝘒𝘌𝘕𝘔𝘈 - 𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪 - 𝘚𝘜𝘕𝘈
𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘮𝘢 - 𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘢]
THEIR “FANGIRL” ACTUALLY LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! (oikawa, atsumu, and suna)
warning: gn!reader, crack, some pouty boyos!. a random idea i thought of~
“i swear if they don’t leave in 60 seconds, i’m going to serve a ball towards them.”
leaning against the bus with crossed arms, you watched the herd of squealing girls surrounding your boyfriend. iwaizumi is right by your side, glaring at the sight of his best friend being showered with affection and treats.
he scoffed, “yeah? well i’m waiting for 15 seconds.”
you popped your head into the bus, “mattsun! toss me a ball! a warning sign is needed for this.”
hanamaki leaned forward from his seat, “don’t you think hitting the girls with a volleyball is a tad bit excessive?” he asked.
you caught the ball matsukawa threw your way, “who said i was aiming for the girls?”
hanamaki laughed, “that’s our manager.” he remarked, before settling back into his seat.
“iwa, those 15 seconds up yet?” you asked, moving the ball from hand to hand.
“2 meat buns if i hit his back.” you voiced, adjusting your stance.
“5 if you get his head. it’ll help shrink his big ass ego.” iwaizumi offered.
you chuckled, “you’re on.”
then, in the blink of an eye, the ball hurled towards oikawa. a loud thud! when it met the back of his head. the crowd gasped loudly, taking a step back.
“what the actual hell, iwa?” oikawa called out, rubbing the painful spot as he turned around.
“it was me, shittykawa.”
oikawa felt chills run down his spine. there was only one thing he feared more than failure, and that’s you.
specifically, angry you.
he gulped nervously, before cracking a nervous chuckle, “haha…g-good shot, y/n-chan...have you been practicing?”
“…get in the bus.”
he sheepishly bid his fangirls goodbye, “sorry to cut this short, ladies. wish us luck on our game.”
high-pitched whines of protest began to erupt as oikawa trudged towards the bus with his head hanging low.
he peeked up once he neared closer to you, only to be met with your hellish gaze. he quickly ducked back down, choosing to walk past you without a word.
iwaizumi followed right after, kicking the setter’s butt as he stepped onto the bus, making him stagger with a whimper.
the three of you turned around and see a girl —most likely a first year— with pigtails and a maroon bow in her hair. she looked incredibly skittish, fiddling with the hem of her skirt as her legs shook in place.
“sorry, but we have to go now.” iwazumi told her, forcibly shoving oikawa to get inside the bus.
oikawa waved to the girl, “sorry, i can’t stay any lon—“
startled, you all froze and stared at her with wide eyes. you stood there, confused as to why she wanted to speak to you.
“uhh…yes?” you asked.
“i-i-i…i love you!!”
before you could even fully digest her confession, you felt her arms thrown around you in a clinging hug. she buried the side of her face in your chest, her grip tightening.
“hey! y/n’s mine!!” oikawa attempted to go at the first year, but iwaizumi kept him back; like a vexed chihuahua ￼being held by his owner.
“y/n-senpai, if you will, please be with me! oikawa-san doesn’t deserve you!” the girl wailed against you.
“you little brat! y/n-chan loves me! y/n, tell her!” he fought back, a deep pout hanging on lips.
“umm…i’m sorry but, i’m currently dating crappykawa.” you said.
“currently?!” oikawa screamed.
“so you have no problem with y/n calling you crappykawa, loserkawa?” hanamaki snickered. oikawa grew red and huffed.
“b-but…” tears began to well in the girl’s eyes. she sniffled and her sleeve quickly came up to wipe her nose.
“what’s your name?”
the girl cowered at your voice, letting out an anxious squeak! when she finally registered your words.
“hashimoto…s-sakura…” she murmured, quietly.
“may i call you sakura-chan?”
the thunderstruck expression she wore can only compete with the one adorning oikawa’s baffled face.
“you don’t even know her!” he gasped.
you ignored the pattering nonsense that left oikawa’s mouth and put your hands over sakura’s trembling fists.
“i can’t date you, but i’ll tell you what. if stupidkawa ever makes me angry, i’ll let you serve a volleyball at his head.”
you heard the roaring laughter bellow from hanamaki and matsukawa’s chests at your words. from the corner of your eye, you saw a sullen oikawa.
“so violent…” he mumbled, shivering in place.
“y-you’ll teach me how to serve?” sakura repeated, her mouth parted in awe.
you nodded, “but not right now; we’ve got a game to catch. so if you’ll excuse us…”
you patted the top of her head and stepped around a slack-jawed oikawa to enter the bus.
“move your ass, we don’t have time.” iwaizumi aggressively kneed him in the back to walk forward, before turning to sakura with a slightly softer attitude.
“we’ll catch you later, future mrs. l/n.”
“atsumu, have ya recently done anything notable?”
atsumu tapped his chin at kita’s odd question, “besides my killer serves this game, i can’t think of anythin’.”
“or at all.” osamu muttered as he took a sip of water. atsumu threw a spiteful glare his way.
“why do ya ask?” the blond questioned.
“a girl in the stands has been staring at ya from the very start of the game.” kita voiced his keen observation to the setter.
the two turned their heads towards the crowd, and surely enough, there was indeed a girl staring down at them.
suna, who just so happened to be passing by the pair, stopped in his tracks and squinted his eyes to catch what was so interesting.
“is she…is she holding a megaphone?” he noted.
atsumu hummed at suna’s comment, before sighing. “oh, i see what’s happening.”
“ya do?” kita asked him.
“of course! she’s gonna confess to me. trust me, it happens all the time.” he confidently replied with a smirk. his eyes suddenly darkened and his voice dropped an octave, “…as long as they don’ do it while i’m servin’.”
suna snorted through his nose at the ridiculous conclusion atsumu came to, before walking away just as easily as he had walked in.
“is y/n-san alright with that?” kita wondered.
you stood nearby and were able to hear their conversation. you spoke up without taking your eyes off the clipboard you were writing on. “i really don’t care.”
the inarizaki team members flopped onto the benches with heavy sighs.
“you guys played great,” you said, scribbling their points down in the first set. “one more set and you’ll have the win.”
lowering his water bottle, suna elbowed atsumu, who was wiping the sweat off his neck with a towel, and gestured towards the stands.
“’bout to happen~” atsumu mentioned.
“the confession?” aran asked. word spreads around quick, huh?
atsumu nodded, his eyes closed in arrogance. they watched just as the girl took a deep breath and raised the megaphone to her lips.
“can i have your attention?”
the booming voice made the crowd quiet down, a few murmurs and whispers being traded among them. aran and suna glanced at each other, a bit shocked.
“what did i say?” atsumu remarked.
“atsumu-kun!!” the girl shouts.
“here it comes…”
“i’m in love… with your s/o!!!”
“see? i told ya— WAIT WHAT?!?!”
the entire gymnasium turned to you at the surprising revelation. the pen you were holding falls from your fingers, the sound of it hitting the floor echoed off the silent walls.
“atsumu, close yer mouth before the flies get in.” kita nonchalantly told him, as suna filmed the setter’s more than entertaining reaction.
“well, y/n-san? what do you say?” the girl asked, the sharp static from her megaphone made you wince.
“uhhh…”, you met osamu’s eyes, he hands you a megaphone he took from one of the crowd members. you accepted it, whispering a small mention of gratitude to the grey-haired boy. you turned it on, the piercing noise making everyone cover their ears for a moment.
“…i’m not interested, sorry!!”
the crowd erupted in gasps, loud exchanges of whispers flooding the gym. the girl lowered her megaphone in defeat, she was about to walk away when she heard sounds of struggling.
“h-hey little girl! if ya try makin’ moves on y/n aga—“
“atsumu-kun, cut it out!”
“’m just protecting what’s mine!”
the bold girl spoke into the megaphone again, “y/n doesn’t belong to anyone! you might’ve won this round, miya atsumu—“
atsumu lowered the megaphone and incredulously whispered, “this round?!”
“—but y/n will reciprocate my feelings! one day! you just wait!!”
and with that, the girl marched off. her head held high and her face expressing nothing but determination. when the doors closed behind her, the team turned to you.
“…that was something, huh?” you laughed, nervously.
the referee blew the whistle, signaling the start of the second set. the team hurriedly jogged back to center court, a pouting atsumu plodding right behind them. you rolled your eyes and rubbed his back reassuringly when he walked by you.
“remind me to send you the video.” suna told you with a wink before sauntering away.
“ya better delete that, suna! ‘else i’m not settin’ to ya anymore!!”
“there’s a ‘‘sunarin’’ fan club?”
your boyfriend had intended to mention it as a throwaway comment, something to briefly make fun of. but it seemed like your interest had been piqued.
“uhh yeah…” suna answered, “why? you jealous?”
you scoffed, “i’m just curious as to how the school approved it.”
he shrugged his shoulder, “dunno. i don’t even think the school looks into most clubs, they’re mostly interested in the sports teams.”
you hummed, not thinking much of it. you handed suna the drink you got him from the vending machine, leaning back against his chest as you two laid sprawled out under a tree near the gym.
he took a sip and rested his chin on your shoulder. you closed your eyes in content, satisfied with how comfortable it was being engulfed in his warmth.
then, you heard the sound of unified footsteps, almost like a marching army. you looked up and saw rows of girls, all wearing matching t-shirts, with signs and gifts at hand.
“shit,” suna muttered.
“those girls—” he paused to let out a heavy sigh, “—that’s the fan club.”
you sat up, deeply engaged now. “no way, they have your name and face on the back of their t-shirts.” you observed, with a laugh.
suna groaned, dragging the hood of his jacket over his face in order to conceal himself from their prying eyes. when he had first heard about the fan club from the miya twins, he was mildly amused. he often passed by their club room, dropping in a few times; pretending he was lost or asking about someone, just to entertain the whole charade.
but the whole thing ended up backfiring, as the girls grew even more obsessed with him. they would show up at practice just to watch him, or stagger into his classroom in packs to bombard him with sweets and love letters.
“one of them is coming over!”
suna groaned, “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
he looked up at the girl with boring eyes, his hood falling off. her breath hitched and she averted her gaze.
deciding to speak to her instead of your boyfriend, who can often come off as cold and dry, you smiled warmly, “hi there, do you need anything?”
her head snapped up at your voice. the heat flooded her cheeks and she turned red. with trembling breaths, she began to stutter something out.
she suddenly bowed at an exaggeratedly deep angle, her face practically meeting her knees.
“i-ishida mei! from class 1-3, nice to meet you!!”
the pair of you were startled at her introduction. it went quiet for a moment, before you cleared your throat.
“nice to meet you…ishida-chan…” you slowly said, unsure of how to respond. you nudged suna in the torso, forcing him to say the same.
“delighted.” he answered, curtly.
upon hearing his voice, mei raised her head, a solemn look on her features. “suna rintarou, from class 2-1. we finally meet.”
suna quirked his eyebrows at the serious tone she had. you glanced between them, incredibly confused as to what was happening.
“can i help you, kid?”
“rin…” you scolded, lowly.
“look, if you’re gonna confess your love to me or something, just do it now. i’m trying to enjoy my lunch break.” he told her, bluntly.
but what shocked you both, was when she started laughing. her head thrown back as the menacing, almost belittling chuckles left her lips.
“confess? to you? don’t be ridiculous, silly volleyball player.” she mocked.
her eyes shifted to you, and you gulped nervously. she smiled and her features softened, “i’m here to proclaim my love for you, y/n-sama.”
with eyes as wide as saucers, you stared at her in complete disbelief. suna scoffed, letting go of you and standing up. the sight was nothing less than comedic. a 185.7 cm middle blocker, towering over a nearly 153 cm first year, the two glaring daggers at each other.
“i’m afraid “y/n-sama” is not available.” he stated.
“that can be easily fixed.”
he tilted his head, “are you threatening me?”
she snickered, “oh don’t flatter yourself, you’re eons behind the worth of indulging my wrath.”
she grew bored exchanging meaningless words with suna, so she looked back at you. crouching, she gently took a hold of your hand.
“y/n-sama, you’re nothing less than a dream. therefore, you deserve nothing less than a romantic love story. i can provide that and make you change your mind about this unfavorable boy.”
you blinked, “i’m really sorry—“
“you’re not, but go on.” suna cut in. mei shot him a dirty look for interrupting.
“i can’t be with you, ishida-chan…” you told her with a grimace.
she retracted her hand and nodded, “i see…”
“seems like you’ve got your answer, bye now.” suna addressed.
“suna rintarou, from class 2-1,” she turned to him, “you might feel victorious now, but you’ll be hearing more from me in due time.”
after bowing one last time to you, she twirled on her heels and marched away. now that her back was visible, you noticed the t-shirt she was wearing. It was the same as the one suna’s fangirls wore, but hers had a big red ‘X’ etched over his face.
suna scoffed, “nice shirt!” he called out, sarcastically.
“i’ll make one for y/n-sama!”
he rolled his eyes and muttered, “brat.”
thank you for reading! this was definitely not proofread, sorry for any mistakes >:(
thanks for calling darkmegs!!
"—and so yeah, I didn't really think-" your lover pushes up your shirt "mmhm, continue baby."
"that they would re-ah-ct like.." He pinches your nipples and puts one in his mouth. Sucking one of your breasts and playing with it, flicking his tongue back-and-forth on your nub while massaging your other breast simultaneously. "that and I called—mmh!! " Now swirling his warm tongue around, he does the same with his other hand lower.. to your clitoris. "Hmm.." he brings his fingers that came from your pussy to his mouth, tasting your slick. "I thought I told you to keep talking baby."
suna rintarou, miya atsumu & osamu, tsukishima kei, suguru geto, maybe gojo satoru, oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsurou
suna rintarou x reader, 3.2k
you drunkenly confess to suna, and he activates your fight or flight instincts
You want to die. You’re ready to throw yourself out the window of your dorm. You almost send a text to your mom telling her how much you love her because the afterlife? That’s where you’re headed.
And no you’re not being dramatic. What you are however, is fucked.
You should have known better than to let yourself get carried away and trying to outdrink the Miya Twins at some stupid party.
Now you’ve woken up with a headache massive enough to compete with Atsumu’s big head. Honestly, this isn’t your first rodeo with hangovers- you’re a college student, and mixed with your inability to say no, parties have become a somewhat weekly thing. Plus you’re sure you can outdrink the Miya’s at some point.
The hangover isn’t the end of the world. The memory of what you did last night however- it’s enough to convince you to give up alcohol forever.
Playing beer pong with your best friend.
Losing because you have the worst hand-eye coordination.
Volunteering for karaoke and singing horrible off-key.
Trying to call for a ride home and dialing the wrong number.
Accidentally calling Suna—
God, you can’t even bring yourself to think about it, but your brain hates you. The vivid memory replays in your head over and over again. You feel sick.
Rin, you had said. I’m so in love with you, you confessed.
You said a lot of other things before that too, but really you just want to remember what Suna had said in response. You don’t think he said anything. Did you hang up immediately? Who the hell knows?
If you remember correctly, Suna was also at another party last night too. You’re hoping he was, because maybe he was also too drunk to even remember anything. Maybe the party was too loud and he didn’t even hear any of it. Besides, there were no missed calls or messages from him after that so you think you have a good chance. Suna was definitely the type to call back after receiving a confession like that.
It’s that hope that pushes you to agree to go to brunch with your group of friends. You know you could skip it and easily blame the hangover to avoid Suna, but one part of you needs to know whether he remembers the confession. You can’t live with the suspense. You have to know right now so you can decide whether to live life as normal again or whether you have to drop out of college, fake your death and move to a different country.
When you get to the brunch spot, everyone is already there. Hope begins to bloom in your chest at the prospect of getting away with it when you arrive and Suna acts normal towards you. And by normal, you mean he immediately begins teasing you.
“Damn Y/N, you tried to outdrink Atsumu again?” he asks, a smug grin on his face as you sit opposite him.
“Too loud, please shut up I’m recovering.” You respond, trying to look disgruntled rather than fucking nervous.
Suna laughs in response, the way he always does when he knows he’s getting under your skin, but his response is comforting.
“It’s ok, I’m recovering too.” he says smoothly, taking a sip of coffee.
You look at him and use what little energy you have to suppress an eyeroll. Suna looks great compared to everyone else at the table; Atsumu is unnervingly quiet as he wolfs down his food, Osamu looks like he might hurl any second, and your friend Miwa is lost in her own world as she stares at the wall.
Suna, of course, looks like a model next to your barely put together outfit consisting of sweatpants and whatever jumper was on your floor. What kind of hungover person has the time to put on a nice jacket, classic white t-shirt and fashionable black pants? Suna Rintarou apparently.
It’s not fair and you’re tempted to say something until you remember you’re trying to keep a low profile (and if you open your big mouth, you might blurt out something that definitely should not be asked over the table in front of everyone).
So you quietly order your food, listen to Atsumu boast about his upcoming game, listen to Osamu about how much he has to do for the week and ignore Miwa when she tries to convince you to run for student council with her. You avoid looking directly at Suna for too long, because you know you’ll end up looking like a tomato.
Brunch ends before you can even comprehend anything, and you’re ready to walk away from the scene with confidence that Suna either doesn’t remember what you said last night, or he’s pretending not to and won’t bring it up. Either way, you’re grateful for one less headache.
When you all get up to leave though, and you’re ready to deuce the fuck out and suffer silently in your room, you hear Suna call out your name.
You hold your breath.
“What’s up?” you ask, turning to him.
“Are you okay?” Suna asks, scratching the back of his neck. His nervous habit he never seemed to grow out of. “You’ve been quiet all morning, when usually you could compete with Atsumu for being the loudest.”
“Yeah, I'll be okay.” you respond, trying to act cool. You are the queen of casual conversations. “Nothing a good nap won’t be able to solve.”
He nods at that.
You nod back.
A heavy silence falls between the two of you, and you think this is the cue for your getaway. “Think I’m gonna go—”
“Actually,” Suna cuts you off and you look at him in anticipation for his next words. He looks nervous, not meeting your eyes as he glares holes into the wall beside him. He fiddles with his fingers. Cracks his knuckles. Takes a big breath. It’s a rare show of hesitance and nervousness for him and a pit of dread starts to build in your stomach.
Fuck, you internally scream, fuck.
Suna clears his throat, seemingly over whatever internal battle he was fighting. He still can’t meet your eyes though.
“You…” he starts, “do you remember anything from last night? Because you called me and—”
Suna doesn’t get the chance to finish the rest of his sentence because you immediately bolt out of the restaurant.
He has always activated your fight or flight response, and though you’re usually up for the challenge, today your body decides this is a flight only option. Despite Suna and his athleticism, you were on the track team for high school and you have never been more grateful for it than today when you sprint like the wind around the streets. You can hear him chase after you, calling your name, how he just wants to talk.
But you will not stop for him. You’re not ready for the talk, especially not when you’re hungover and look like shit. Besides, you’re not sure you can even formulate a convincing lie to get yourself out of it and Suna has always seen right through you.
You run fast enough that he doesn’t seem to be able to catch up to you, and when you spot a small bookstore, you immediately rush inside and hide in one of the shelves in the back. You hope he didn’t see you come inside.
You try to catch your breath, standing there pretending to look at the books while you try to rationalize your situation. You stay there for a good five minutes, then another five just to be safe. Only when the sales assistant gives you a suspicious look do you leave.
You don’t go back to your dorm immediately. Suna knows where you live. Instead, you choose to hide away in Miwa’s dorm and nurse your hangover there. She seems distracted enough that she doesn’t question why you aren’t doing it from the comfort of your own room and you end up spending the night. It’s not until the next morning when she’s running around getting ready for class do you decide to put on a brave face and head home. Thank god you have Mondays off.
For the next week you live in fear of Suna catching you off-guard around campus, so you devise a plan to leave at odd times to attend your classes. You begin taking alternative routes as well, avoiding all the places you frequently go to. You’re extra careful walking home, jumping at every noise that even sounds vaguely similar to him and running away.
Your stupid evasion tactics don’t last long though. After a week of hiding, Suna catches you just as you’re about to leave your apartment to go for a grocery run, corners you at your front door and declares, “You can run back inside and hide, but I’m not leaving.”
You gulp, knowing you're backed into a corner. You live on the fifth floor too, so sneaking out isn’t an option. Shit.
“Hey, what’s up?” you try to ask casually, fake smile on your face.
Suna looks far from impressed.
“You’ve been avoiding me for a whole week. We need to talk.”
You meekly nod, sighing and opening your door wider to let him into your room. If you’re going to be rejected, you’d rather it be in the safety of your own room than in the hallway with your nosy neighbours. You steel yourself for what’s about to happen.
You aren’t a coward Y/N. You were bound to get rejected at one point, let’s do it with a little dignity.
Suna stands a safe distance away from you, standing next to your window while you remain by the door. You look anywhere but him, hoping he would just get it over and done with.
Suna lets out a sigh when he sees the look on your face.
“Can you stop looking like I’m going to yell at you? It’s just me, I don’t bite.”
“That’s just my face.” you pout. “Besides, I don’t want to have this conversation; can we just drop it?”
“Will you look at me?” Suna says, “You’re making me nervous. And don’t think you can run away just because you’re next to the door.”
You nod reluctantly, but you still won’t meet his eyes. Your cheeks are already starting to heat up.
“You’re really not going to look at me?” He asks, tone softer than usual that you start to feel bad. “I just want to talk to you, I promise. I’m not even angry at you, just— frustrated.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. This is Rintarou, the soft side of him you’ve only been lucky to catch a glimpse of a handful of times; this is the guy that you daydream about, the one who tells you he likes you back in some alternate universe. Rintarou is more terrifying than Suna, because you can never say no to him.
“Y/N, please?” He pleads. “I haven’t seen you in a whole week. Please just look at me.”
Already, you’re lifting your head to look in his eyes. See? This is what he does to you, soft spoken words and you’re already putty in his hands, willing to bend over backwards just to make him happy. Almost like a reward for your bravery, Suna flashes his signature smile at you, and you almost melt.
“Ah,” he says softly, walking towards you and cupping both your cheeks in his hands, “there she is.”
Your cheeks heat up even more, and you try to turn away once more but he holds your head firmly in place.
“Will you be honest with me?”
Do you have any other choice? You nod, slowly, hesitantly, but it’s enough for him.
“Last Saturday night, when there was a full moon, you called me super duper drunk,” he starts, “and said, Suna Rintarou I hate you and your stupid face and your stupid smile and your stupid hands I think about holding all the time, did you mean it?”
Oh my god. You want the ground to suddenly open up and swallow you whole. You want an asteroid to suddenly hit the earth and destroy all living things. Anything to get you away from the scene unfolding before you.
You stare at the little freckle on his cheek. “Yes.”
“You’re a terrible liar. My mother says I’m very handsome, so why would you call my face stupid?”
In between your thoughts of curling into a ball to feel sorry for yourself and bolting out of the room far away from Suna, you manage to roll your eyes.
“Where are you going with this?”
Suna completely ignores you.
“Moving on, you said, why are you so stupid Suna Rintarou? You’re so stupid when it comes to doing your homework on time and making all those stupid jokes. You always tease me more than anyone else, and it’s not fair that you target me when Atsumu literally exists—”
“Oh my god,” you interrupt, “did you memorize this or something?”
“Studied it better than any of my notes for a test.” he teases. “But don’t worry, I haven't even got to the good part yet.”
You could punch him right now. You really could.
“And after that you said, I hate how you make me feel special like that, you make me delusional enough to think that maybe I am special to you and that’s why you always choose me as your target. I hate that you’ve been blessed with everything but a goddamn brain, because if you did then maybe you’d realize it before I even had to tell you.”
“Maybe,” he heaves out a breath and smiles at you, “maybe if you did then you’d realize that I’ve been in love with you for the past year and a half.” Suna looks into your eyes then, and there’s a glint in his eye you’ve never seen till now. “Rin, you said my name softly like that, I’m so in love with you.”
“I—” you try to start but he’s left you speechless. You can’t believe he remembered everything you said.
“Though, my favourite part is when you said all those sweet things then proceeded to yell ‘you suck!’ into the phone then hung up before I could even say anything.” Suna giggles, he giggles, and you realize he thinks this whole situation is funny. He sobers up quickly, then his eyes seem to start analyzing you, searching for something. “I tried bringing it up with you last week, but you ran away before I could even say anything. And all this time, I’ve just… I’ve been wondering whether you meant it.”
You stare at him blankly, still trying to process his words. You’re sure that you’ve lost all your brain cells in a week because you’re still at a loss of what to say. But there’s nothing left to hide anyway, is there?
“Yes, I meant it. The last part,” you gulp, “I really meant it.”
“The part where you said that I sucked?” he asks, eyebrow raised questioningly.
You scowl at him. “You know what I mean! The last part!”
“The part where you said I’ve been blessed with everything but brains? Or the part where you called my jokes stupid?”
You can’t believe the nerve of this guy. Stupid, stupid, stupid motherfucking Suna Rintarou. You hate the fact that he’s teasing you over your feelings like this.
“You really do suck. So much. You’re the worst person I know. Fine. Yes I meant it, yes I’ve been in love with you for the past year and half you idiot. It’s all true okay.” you finally admit, exasperated. “So can you just stop wasting my time? Reject me already, so I can cry about it and glow up and make you regret your life decisions and—”
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear those words from you?” Suna asks suddenly, looking at you so earnestly you stop your rambling. “This isn’t how I pictured you saying it, and honestly I figured I would do it first, but this works too I guess. It was meant to be a lot more romantic, and you weren’t insulting me every five seconds when declaring your undying love for me—”
You cannot believe what you’re hearing right now.
“But… this works too.” he says. “I’m in love with you too, been in love for a while now actually and I never really knew how to say it. So when you confessed last week, I just thought it was the perfect time to… you know.”
Now he’s the one blushing.
“What the fuck?” is all you can say right now.
Suna can sense that you’re about to ramble and ask a million questions so he beats you to it.
“I think we should kiss right now.” is all he says, before leaning dangerously close to you.
You immediately put your hand on his chest to stop him, effectively stopping him in his tracks.
“Hold on! What the hell, I’m still processing this Rin!”
Suna looks at you in confusion, already pulling you in closer again. “What is there left to process? I waited a whole week for you already!”
“You had a whole week to process my feelings— you’ve given me like five minutes!” you exclaim. “I don’t even think I’m awake right now, quick pinch me so I know it’s real.”
“Maybe if you come and kiss me you’ll know it’s real.” Suna says, stupud smirk on his face. “Come on pretty girl, process it later, I want my kiss.”
“Who says I want to kiss you?” you counter, but your resolve is already crumbling by the second.
He shoots you an incredulous look. “Seriously? You’re going to play hard to get right now? I’m here ready to kiss you and—”
You bolt away from his hold, giggling as you run towards the door but Suna doesn’t let you take more than two steps away from him.
“I’m serious, Y/N. I’ve been thinking about this for the past week, been dreaming about it much longer than that. Can I please kiss you?”
You would be a fool to deny him when you’ve been dreaming of the exact same thing as well. So you offer him a small nod, and that’s all it takes before he pulls you towards him, so gently, as if you’re fragile.
He cups your cheeks in his hands, smiling at you as if you are the sun itself. The light from your window seeps in at that moment and lights up his eyes in a way that makes you fall in love all over again.
He brushes his nose softly against yours, eyes closing as you smile in anticipation. Just when you can’t wait anymore, you feel his lips against yours and you can’t help but melt in his arms, your body flush against him.
You don’t know how to describe what it feels like to finally kiss him. He tastes of mint, lips languidly moving against yours, not too harsh but just enough that it leaves you wanting more and more (you don’t know if you’ll ever get enough of him).
After a considerable amount of time, you both pull away, chests heaving as your foreheads bump against each other.
“Well?” you ask, still basking in the moment as you gaze up at him.
He smiles back. “I’m glad you called me.”
“I’m glad I did too.”
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Your nails dig into his shoulders as his cock grinds against your sweet spot, your soggy folds flutter around Atsumu's thick shaft, "you'll end up waking the kids, behave" he hisses low in your ear as he presses your knees to your chest.
"Daddy please ..." you sob arching your back, " ... cum inside me". He giggles as he watches your slit filled with his fat cock, a white ring forms at its base as he pulls back to sink hard and good inside you.
"Yeah, you want my cum in your pretty cunt, angel?" he hums spreading your thighs wide and pushing your knees to your shoulders, the lewd sounds of your pussy almost covering your sobs as you get fucked in your shared bed.
You tremble as you cling to the sheets and nod grabbing your lip between your teeth to muffle your cries.
Your walls tighten on him, sensitive to the previous orgasms as Atsumu fucks another one out of you, "that's cute, you want to make me daddy again mh?" he moans watching as your pussy swallows him good and tightens around him.
His hips slam roughly against yours as he releases his sticky load between your folds, "don't make it come out" he hisses pumping inside your abused cunt going over his edge.
Your eyes roll as you cum all over, Suna's fingers still playing with your hard nub as you squirm in his lap, legs spread and his breath in your ear as his cock throbs beneath you.
"Please...." you sob grabbing his arm, "Rin ... it's too much."
He chuckles pushing two long fingers into your dripping pussy, "what? now it's too much? I'm not even using my cock" he taunts you pumping his fingers deeper and deeper.
His palm meticulously strikes your sensitive bud making you moan and squirm, 'Rin ... mh please" you sob dropping your head on his shoulder, "coming ... again."
His face is relaxed, he has a smirk on his pretty face as he works another orgasm out of your slick cunt.
Your walls clench his fingers and Suna curses in your ear, "fuck, you're coming again ... dirty girl" as you squirt onto his hand and onto his lap wetting the sheets beneath you again and again.
He is exhausted when he comes home and sits next to you on the couch, huffing, "hi baby" he murmurs in a barely audible voice.
"Tough day?" you ask receiving a tugged smile as an answer. "I can help you relax if you want?" you suggest feeling with your fingertips his inner thigh covered by his heavy suit pants.
Kuroo frowns and seems to want to complain when you slip your hand inside his boxers, but the speed with which his cock gets hard makes you feral.
"Just ... sit on it, baby" he gasps after a few pumps with your tiny hand as he pulls his pants free and helps you settle into his lap. "That's right" he slurs stretching your tight walls and relaxing his body, "feels so good."
It was so hard to take him without being prepared but as your body relaxed in his lap you became wetter. "You know, this the best thing of the day mh" he murmurs starting to lift his hips upwards and fuck his thick cock into your cunt.
You moan shamelessly as he speeds up his thrusts, you have to hold onto his broad shoulders to keep from falling, "Tets oh god so good ... ".
He can't help it, your warm pussy feels like it was made for him, "I can feel you dripping on my balls, baby" he giggles nibbling on your jaw and grabbing your ass to make you grind even harder on him.
Your cunt clenches his cock and your eyes roll back as he thrusts his hips, making sure to take your clit with each push, "come on baby, I'm close," he says grabbing your lips with his, "cum on my cock."
Your walls flutter around his thick shaft when you come triggering Kuroo's orgasm as well emptying his heavy load against your needy cervix.
Your breasts bounce in his hands as he pinches your nipples, his hips slam against yours and his cock grinds fiercely against your tender spot, "please slow down..." you moan clutching the sheets beneath you.
He smirks at you before grabbing your hips and lifting you slightly off the mattress, your legs shaking as he wraps them around his waist and continues to push his fat cock into your tight cunt.
Each thrust makes you roll your eyes in the back of your head, "Toshi ... I'm gonna make a mess" you sob as you reach your limit.
"Go ahead" he says unconcernedly, frowning as he angles himself to grind his crotch against your swollen clit, "do it, cum, angel".
Your creamy pussy swallows his cock as you arch into his hands.
You scream as you soak his cock gushing your cum everywhere, "oh fuck ... Toshi so good .." you stammer as he keeps fucking your high out of you trying to reach his too to fill you up good as he presses his lips to yours, "you're such a good girl, you me wet good" he chuckles satisfied.
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DODGING THEIR KISS
SUNA. leans down to place a kiss on your cheek and you move away, pretending nothing happened. you can feel his gaze on you before he mutters a small “alright” and sits down to scroll through his phone. you thought he wasn’t bothered, but the longer he thought about it, the more petty he felt. moments later when you try to give him a kiss, he moves away from you as well. “c’mon rin!” “no, go somewhere else.” but he eventually caves in.
OIKAWA. frowns and chases after your lips. “hey! give me a kiss!” he’s persistent, but so are you. you continue dodging his attempts, placing your palms against his chest to keep him away. manages to take hold of your wrists and holds them tightly with one hand while the other squishes your cheek together as he plants an exaggerated kiss on your lips.
BOKUTO. he pulls away with a frown on his face. “why’d you move away?” he had been particularly clingy that afternoon, practice had worn him out and the only thing he wanted was to be close to you. "baby," he whines. nuzzles his head in your neck and you can help but give in, nudging his head lightly and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
IWAIZUMI. furrows his brows as his lips meet your cheek. he looks to you and sees you holding back a smile. “give me a kiss,” he grunts. when you make no movement he puts a hand on the back of your head, pushing your head to his. your lips meet in a hard kiss and he pulls away with a satisfied look on his face.
MATSUKAWA. you can't fool him, he knows exactly what you're doing. raises his brows teasingly, a knowing smirk on his face. “don’t be like that, pretty girl.” he pulls you close and kisses you slowly. he knows you can’t resist him