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kairismess · 5 months

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HIHIII! ik i’ve requested like 300000 times but your works are just so amazing 😣😣 but i’ve always just associated Suna with the song Love Language by ariana grande (it’s quite apparent i love her) for some reason. the song is abt trying to learn your partner’s love language so we can love better and i just love picturing that with him😫 Maybe reader can have that mentality along with the end part of the song with “i’m not what you had before, your ex girlfriend don’t want no smoke… i’m just gon make you my home”. bye i just think it’s so cute lolol 😣😣😣

rintaro's love language . . .

🏐 genre: fluff ~ !

✒️ word count: 645

💭 summary: rintaro's been noticing how strange you've been acting lately around him... almost as if you were trying to get something out of him. he doesn't mind, though—he'd love to give you what you're looking for so badly.

🍥 author's note: OOOOOOOO THAT'S SUCH A CUTE IDEA !!! I LOVE IT !! i hope this is any good :'DD

being seated on this boy's lap was the last thing you expected.

his mint green eyes stared into your own, balancing your weight on his string thigh, bouncing you up and down on it here and there to tease you a little. this is what you wanted though, right? to know what it really was that rintaro was into? to know what he loves to give you and take from you? well, you got it now—now you aren't leaving his lap no matter how much and how cutely you squirm and act all shy under his gaze.

for the past few weeks, rintaro noticed the sudden changes and the subtle glances and gestures you've been giving him; it wasn't so uncharacteristic of you, just a little... a little different. he didn't mind, he loved everything you did, even if it wasn't that obvious. he was a little curious every now and then why you were acting that way, but he figured instead of asking you, he'd beat you at your own game by observing you as you observed him.

you were always offering him some sweets in between breaks, and you always offered to walk home with him and hold his hand all sneakily—you were like a cunning little fox, and he oddly loved seeing you act like you weren't up to anything. he pretended not to notice and went with the flow as you kept showering him with affection, not realizing he had caught on long ago when he noticed your smile was laced with a few undertones of something mysterious. it didn't help your case when he had paid attention and remembered the details of the passing comments you made back then when talking to him, asking him if he had an ideal kind of affection he wanted you to give him.

he never understood what that meant, "a specific kind of affection"... until he caught a glance at your phone and realized what you meant. going on those love expert sites helped you get an idea of how to woo him over even more, but it also gave rintaro the idea that what you really wanted was to see what would make him melt... and fortunately, you hadn't figured it out yet. luckily for him, he was curious as to what your love language was, too—so in a bold gesture... he sat you down on his lap when no one was looking, and wrapped his lean but strong arm around your waist, bringing his face so close to you, that your noses were brushing against each other's.

he seemed so nonchalant about it, too... it was too much for you. your face burned and your lips quivered; you stuttered out questions, your mind ran a million miles an hour—but all rintaro did was peck a kiss on your cheekbone, placing his other arm around you, embracing you. "can i help that this is what i wanna do with you all along?" he murmurs as he gently caresses your waist, humming in lazy satisfaction, leaning his head down on your shoulder, closing his sharp eyes as he takes in the scent and feeling of being this close to you.

"y'know..." he murmurs as he runs his thumb over your tinier palm, pressing down on it gently. "...no one else has ever made me feel this way. i'm not really clingy, per se, but... i'd do anything to have you this close to me for a long, long while." he finished, planting a sweet kiss on your neck, not caring if the others came back to see this public display of his affection for you. he couldn't care less, all he cares about now is giving you what you want—and letting you know that he's more than willing to give you more of this than just this one occasion.

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yenqa · 1 year

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catcher

synopsis : suna is forced to pick you up after you get horribly drunk

warnings : established relationship, mentions of alcohol, reader wears heels, uhh thats it i think??

pairing : suna x fem!reader

wc : 0.2k

a/n : my third hq work!! they cant all be for tsukki so your girl had to switch it up

“you’re so clumsy, c’mon let’s go home.”

suna didn’t know how much you had drank. he had never seen you like this, so uncoordinated almost like you’re about to fall apart any nearing second.

“i’m not clumsy oof-!” you shamelessly trip and fall into suna’s chest, where his arms are happily waiting for you.

he smirks at the sight, “really, love? here-”

he straightens you up, keeping his arms on your sides to keep you from falling again, “can you even walk in a straight line?”

you scoff, clearly offended by his words, “uh- yeah i can, watch me.”

suna carefully watches you take step after step, shortly falling after the third one. but as always, rin easily catches you.

much to your offense to this idea, he lifts you up, carrying you bridal style. you later give in, too tired to be walking in your painful heels.

“hey rin,” you quietly say, happily staring into his keen eyes

“hi, love,” he responds.

“you know- you’re always there to catch me, you’re such a good boyfriend-” you ramble on, pinching his reddening cheeks.

“i am a pretty good catcher,” he responds, to which you light up with an idea.

“hey! you should be a professional catcher- is there a catcher in volleyball? because you would be an awesome one-”

he catches how your smile grows as you ramble on about him. he was a pretty good catcher after all.

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

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hyugaswhore · 1 year

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are we exclusive? ft. suna rintaro

syn✧psis : you loved him. and he loved you. but neither of you wanted to admit it; leaving you in the throes of your non-existent relationship.

c✧ntains : mdni. f!reader. slight bit of smut in the beginning. all characters 20+. minor spoiler (league team/ejp raijin). smut to fluff to angst. angst no comfort. you shout at him and he shouts at you in return. no happy ending. 2.5k words.

life's all fun and games until someone falls in love.

your eyes close in pleasure as suna kept thrusting, hitting that spot over and over again. moans and grunts accompanied the skin slapping echoing through the room as he pistoned his hips rhythmically.

wrapping an arm around your waist, he started to rub your sensitive nub, bringing you closer and closer to your high. "fuck, baby, y'feel so good around me," he grunted, his husky voice sounding like music to your ears.

a whine escaped your lines as you gripped the sheets harshly, digging your face further into the soft cushion. you babbled his name like a mantra, as if those words were all you've ever known. your back arched alerting suna the knot in your belly tightened.

pride swelled in his chest making him quicken his pace, his fingers becoming rougher on your poor clit. while your moans grew in volume until you were pushed off the edge, harshly coming on his cock, a final scream accompanying it.

the man didn't stop, trying to chase his own high. after a few more thrusts, he stilled as he pumped his cum in you, the warm filling sensation becoming all too familiar to you.

he collapsed beside you as he pulled out, the sticky white liquid oozing out of you. bated breaths sounded through the empty apartment, no other sound being heard.

the middle blocker slung an arm around you as he nuzzled his face affectionately in your neck while a small smile started to crawl its way onto your lips.

you both lay in each other's arms as the sun's rays shone through your blinds, the soft light kissing your skin as you both chuckled. you savoured the moment as you both stared at each other. so many things unsaid swirling in the pools of emotions you never admitted.

"...rin?"

the man hummed in response.

your mouth opened as you wanted to ask the question you've wanted to for months now. just three words. just one sentence. just one question. then i'd know.

the unexpected pause made him look at you in curiosity, a whisper of your name leaving him.

"i..." you sighed. "nevermind."

he reeled his head back as sharp yellow eyes narrowed at you. after receiving confirmation that you're not gonna speak again, he sighed too. removing his arms from you, he got up from the bed and the pitter-patter of his footsteps sounded as he wandered around your apartment. you find yourself frowning due to missing his warmth, not thinking he'd be leaving so soon.

the sound of water made your ears perk up, the middle blocker suddenly leaning on your doorway with a small smile, "let's get you cleaned up yeah?"

a grin soon replaced your sullen look as you nodded, "yes pleaseeee," you whined playfully, extending your arms in a grabby motion.

the athlete chuckled as he hooked his arms under your knees and neck, carrying you over to the sweet-smelling bath. he carefully put you down as he pecked your forehead and got in himself, rubbing circles on your back in an attempt to alleviate the soreness.

your relationship with suna rintaro was unusual. it wasn't one that could be defined as a simple friendship, nor was it a normal romantic relationship.

no, you two were fuck buddies.

on the notion that you two would strictly keep a friends with benefits relationship. no strings attached. a relationship that didn't have to deal with all the nonsense and problems that came with being a couple.

but even with your mutual agreement, even with all the stupid decisions, even with all the unsaid 'i love you's,' you had fallen for suna rintaro.

you stirred awake by the heavy footsteps frantically scurrying through your apartment. "rin...?" you called, rubbing your eyes to force yourself awake somehow. when you didn't hear a response you groggily got up and walked to your doorway.

eyes darted to the man speeding through the living room, trying to get all his stuff in his duffle bag.

with a yawn escaping your lips, you looked at the man in unconcentrated confusion, "why such the rush? you don't have practice today, come back to-"

"captain texted, he said we should go practice today 'cuz the storm died down," he said with uncharacteristic edge and haste.

ears perked up and becoming more alert, you asked, "what time is it now?" worry laced in your tone.

"2 pm," upon saying that, the brunet dashed out your front door with you quickly following him in tow. "did you even eat anything?!" you shouted in concern.

the middle blocker didn't miss a beat as he turned the corner swiftly, "no time!"

your eyes narrowed in irritation as you let out a sigh rubbing your temples, "this man will be the death of me."

the next half hour was spent with you showering, getting ready, and of course, preparing his food: two egg rolls, four sausages, two meatballs, broccoli and sliced carrots, some cherry tomatoes, coupled with white rice and a plum in the middle. and if it wasn't already enough, you put three onigiri left over from last night's takeout. you wrapped the lunchbox neatly before promptly rushing out the door.

luckily, your apartment was close so the drive to the gym only took seven minutes. you parked your car and briskly walked inside the building. a certain friendly libero greeting you as soon as you walked through the glass doors, a hearty hello with your name as he waved cheerily.

turning your head in the direction of his voice, a smile made its way onto your face, "mori! hey!" you waved back.

he approached you in four quick strides and gave you a hug. as he let go, a smirk appeared on his face, "ohhh, you here for someone? visiting your boyfriend?" he teased, eyeing the bento box in your hand.

blood rushed quickly to your cheeks, and you playfully shoved him away before he could notice. which he did. calling a quick 'shut up' and walking past him towards suna.

he was talking to washio, probably about their next game you guess. the raven haired man saw you approaching and waved to you, a pleasant 'nice to see you' from him. this caught the brunet's attention as he swiftly spun around with genuine confusion calling your name, "what are you doing here?"

a prideful grin broke through your face, closing your eyes and showing him the wrapped lunch, "i made you food!"

as you held up the box, you failed to notice the fox-eyed man's flush and his friend's extreme side eye.

"that's really nice of you," washio chuckled behind him, "though why only bring him lunch now?" he asked, looking at the clock near the doors, 3:47 pm.

you didn't miss a beat, "he didn't eat anything before he left the apartment," you replied, a slightly annoyed expression meeting a sheepish one.

but washio eyes widened as he easily caught your slip-up, "the apartment? you two live together?"

both of you stilled, panic glossing over your eyes. the brunet whipped around, clicking his tongue, "we don't. i was just walking by her house when the storm started to get bad." you nodded behind him confirming his lie.

"ah, very lucky you were close by," the black-eyed man said as he looked between you both, seemingly not buying it. but your shoulders both slumped in relaxation as a chuckle left his lips. "no wonder he's extra sluggish today," he joked, slapping the brunet's back. "i'll go tell the captain about it, i'm sure he'd like to have you back at top form, so go on ahead and eat," he waved to you both as he walked away.

the middle blocker stood a bit stunned as he mumbled a thank you to his teammate before turning around and pushing you to one of the quiet corners of the room. he sat down and pulled you with him, a confused "what the hell are you doing?" escaping you.

he took the box from your hands and started to unwrap it, "you didn't eat either, did you?'

he rolled his eyes when his question was met with silence, "dumbass."

the man grabbed the chopsticks and picked up one of the meatballs, holding it up to your lips.

blood once more rushed to your face, "rin what if someone sees?" you panicked, holding your hands in front of your face.

clicking his tongue in annoyance, he shoved the food further in your face, "do you wanna eat or not?"

you groaned in frustration as you dropped your arms, accepting defeat and opening your mouth.

"see that wasn't so hard was it?" he teased, the corners of his lips tugging into a smirk.

but what you didn't know was that he had fallen too.

footsteps trudged through your apartment as you sat in your studio, hand-sewing the layers of tulle onto your client's dress. the sounds of the steps coming closer until they seemingly stopped at your doorway. casting a quick glance towards the man standing there, you smirked slightly, a giddy feeling blooming in your chest. "couldn't keep away from me, huh? i know i'm irresistible rin but you were here three hours ago," you teased.

the middle blocker mirrored your own smirk, "i wasn't the one shouting 'more! more! more!'" raising his voice to mock you.

you looked at him in shock and offense as you pointed your needle at him with a flushed face, "shut the fuck up!"

his laughter boomed through the walls causing your own laughter to mix in with his. soon enough the sounds of joy died down and the room overcame a comfortable calmness.

sparing one more glance, a small smile tugged at your lips as you saw a tiny grin resting on his handsome features. chuckling, you decided to tease him one more time, "you know, if i hadn't known any better, i'd think you've fallen in love with me by the way you're looking at me like that."

your eyes trained back on the dress, not ready to see the inevitable look of disgust and call of rejection. so you weren't able to see the red quickly painting his cheeks. "keep dreaming, princess," he defended with just the slightest hint of edge in his tone.

the smile you once held quickly dropped into a frown, obviously hurt and embarrassed for even saying that. you wanted to just drop into the ground and never appear again; clinking glasses with hades was never a bad idea, no? pulling the dress closer to your face, you squinted at the non-existent details of the stitching in an attempt to hide yourself.

a suffocating stillness replaced the once peaceful silence.

the brunet coughed, trying to break the awkward atmosphere. "i'll uh, go cook dinner," he said, walking away briskly.

hearing this alarmed you, rising from the floor in an instant and walking to your doorway shouting "but rin i don-"

"samu said you haven't had a good break in a few days," he shouted as loud clangs echoed from the kitchen. "so 'm cooking our dinner and we're binging ghibli movies after!"

"i didn't agree to any of this?! i could kick you out right now you know?"

"wasn't asking babe and you wouldn't do that!"

the falling wasn't immediate, no, it was slow, and envious, and livid.

neither of you realized the starving touches, the longing looks, or the details paid attention to, but it was already too late because you both had fallen too deep.

a defeated sigh left your lips as you reluctantly double tapped the photo; a sour tase left in your mouth as you glared stared at the lucky person your boyfriend fuck buddy was on a date with. the frown settled on your lips only grew wider as you tapped into the comments.

you laughed lightly as you read the team's banter. it was adorable how they all act the same even after all these years. but that same smile soon disappeared as you typed your comment, a bitter feeling blooming in your chest. "fucking hell..."

fingers hovered over the post button before a loud ring sounded from your phone, surprising you as you recognized the familiar tone, "rin..." you shook off the nervousness and answered the call. "why're you calling me, dumbass? aren't you on a date right now with akira?" you said, trying to hide your irritation.

although the brunet knew you well. too well. he could pick up any and every tone change in your voice, even the slightest bit of annoyance, no matter how much you tried to hide it. "jesus calm down, 's almost like i'm on a date with you from the way you're saying that."

'god i fucking wish.' "you idiot it's rude to call someone else when you're on a date," you emphasized 'date' with slight venom in your tone, disliking the way he's with someone, being public about it when he never wanted that with you, and still having the audacity to call you of all people.

"yeah yeah, jus' wanted ta ask you something" he said quietly, sounding a bit guilty? sad? you couldn't quite pinpoint it.

"what?"

silence came from the other side before you heard very faint mumbling, not being able to make sense of what he said. what you could hear was 'date,' and 'instead.' your brows furrowed in confusion, "ri-suna i can't hear you, you keep mumbling."

you could hear a grumbled 'call' and 'rin' before getting agitated, "suna speak up! what do you want from me?" you yelled, voice booming in the quaint household.

the athlete flinched in surprise at your volume, your frustration, and especially that you shouted at him of all people. "fucking christ what's your problem? if you're just gonna be a bitch about me being with akira then i never should've called you in the first place!" you stared blankly with eyes and mouth wide open as the end call sound played from the device in your hands.

you shook with wrath from the abrupt and sour end to what may have been your last phone call with suna, throwing aside the gadget on the couch before you looked away. eyes suddenly meeting a framed picture of you and him. he had his arm slung around your shoulder, pulling you close as your backs faced the camera, looking out into the crashing waves and setting sun. a humourless laugh escaped you, 'it almost looks like a honeymoon photo.' you were glad that both of your expressions were hidden from the world. so that you could keep his love, or what you thought it was, a little secret to yourself. you'd never forget what he looked like—how he looked at you. as if you hung the stars in the sky, as if the world he lived in wouldn't be worth it without you by his side, as if you were the breath of fresh air he needed to survive. god how you wished it so much.

pinpricks of hot tears started cascading down your cheeks, aggrieve filling your chest. in misery and vulnerability you scrunched yourself up and buried your face in your knees, quiet sniffles and desperate breaths of air echoing in the broken home. your throat closing up as you recall the events following that photo. your heart throbbed excruciatingly, grieving for a love that never lived.

"...hey."

"?"

"are we exclusive?"

...

"no."

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zephestia · 1 year

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40 DAYS 2 LOVE!

a suna rintarou smau

it's the second year of high school, and everyone are either in a relationship or is getting into one. everyone except you. it's not like you care anyways, you've got better things to worry about. but when your seat mate offered you a deal to provide you lunch for the next 40 days of school in exchange for you to be his (fake) girlfriend, it's hard for you to turn the offer down.

pairing :: pre-timeskip!suna x fem!reader

genre :: romcom. smau. fluff. angst. crack.

tropes :: fake dating. friends to lovers(?).

status :: on hold until i finished my heizou smau.

taglist is open :: comment to be added (ask will be ignored)

cast :: live laugh eat & repeat - aye we ballin'

SEASON #1 — YOU WERE OUT OF MY LEAGUE

001 :: BE MY GIRLFRIEND

002 :: place holder

003 :: place holder

004 :: place holder

005 :: place holder

SEASON #2 — ALL THE THINGS I BELIEVED

...tba

SEASON #3 — GOT MY HEART BEAT RACING

...tba

SEASON #4 — MORE THAN JUST A DREAM

...tba

note :: im really excited for this one 'cause i miss haikyuu so much and i need this fandom to rise from the dead ‼️ and as usual, updates will be sporadic and timestamps are irrelevant to the story unless i said otherwise.

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leahrintarou · 7 months

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☠︎︎ DAY TWENTY-FOUR: PUBLIC FT. SUNA

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: jealous y/n, unprotected sex, suna is a loser, fem reader, marking, shes wearing a dress

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 1k

to say the least, y/n was a visual example of a ticking time bomb. her eye's avoided the way her boyfriend was chatting up a storm with one of his former friends but the way she could hear the joy and small ruptures of shared laughs, only added fuel to the fire. y/n stood up, notifying her friends of her leave to the restroom, not taking another glance at suna's figure.

taking a few steps towards the door of the restroom, she entered the large area after hearing the familiar and lazy pacing of suna's footsteps. she twisted the lock, and soon after heard the sounds of his tracking stop directly in front of the door which acted a a barricade between the two. his knock on the door was soon followed by a call of y/n's name. "what?"

"what are you doing?"

her silence only made suna sigh from annoyance before he snuck his hands into the pockets of his pants, letting out a hum. "can i come in?" a smirk appeared onto his lips once he heard the sound of the door click, followed by it opening and revealing y/n's features of irritation. "what do you want, rin?".

he removed one of his hands from his pocket, pressing it onto the door so he could further push it open and pass through. y/n took a few steps back, giving him space as he locked the door behind himself, leaning his back against the sturdy structure. "so, what's wrong?" he asked, admiring her features when she focused on him through a glare.

"you shouldn't keep her waiting by worrying about me. i'm fine"

"gosh, you're so easy to read. she's an old friend, what are you getting so upset for?" he took small steps closer to y/n, reaching for her wrist to pull her closer to himself. "shut up, suna"

"i will" he leaned himself closer towards y/ n's lips, pressing his pair against her own, catching her off guard. he noticed how she was tense from his action but relaxed when he pulled away, causing her to frown at his evident teasing. "im yours, aren't i?" suna smiled, and y/n hummed in response, giving him an unsure reply. his hand trailed around her waist, carefully backing her up so she could lean onto the sinks counter.

"i am. do you want me to prove it to you?"

y/n tilted her head slightly before placing a firm grip to suna's nape, pulling him into a messy kiss. he couldn't help but smile against her lips when he felt how possesive she became. a moan erupted from his throat when y/n slightly tugged on his bottom lip with pinch of her teeth. suna's hands trailed down her waist to the back of her thighs, hoisting her onto the counter, successfully keeping their lips entangled with each other.

he kept his hands on her waist, leaving y/n impatient. "hurry" she mumbled, slightly pulling away from the kiss when his fingers tugged the hem of her dress further up her thighs. he wasted no time to remove his aroused erection from the restraints of his pants, pulling the fabric of y/n's underwear to the side, exposing her sex. he slowly inserted himself, a muffled moan seeping past the both of their lips at that familiar feeling of relief.

y/n's arms wrapped around sunas nape as she attempted to pull him closer, all the while, leaving warm and breathy pant's to breeze by his ear. his hips motioned in a more of a quick pace due to the fact that the two's current location wasn't really the designated area for them to engage in such explicit acts. "feel good?" suna asked, voice coming out in a rasp since he was in fact trying to hold back his strained moans,

y/n shook her head, able to answer with a breathy 'no' since a sturdy voice wasn't something that she could manage to use in this moment. suna's hand guided itself to her lower back, pressing their hips to meet closer to the other. "really? your body is telling me otherwise?" suna was confident in his words. after all, he new the way y/n's figure would react to anything. he had more knowledge of her body than she herself.

he felt how y/n was desperately trying to hold back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect that he had on her. the way her sex was so accustomed to his pleasure, yet, her reactions to it always made her feel like she was on cloud nine each time. he noticed how her act slowly broke, her moans becoming more audible against her will. suna groaned when he felt her lips make contact with his neck, the sensation of her tongue and and sucking motions completely sending jolts a pleasure throughout his body.

y/n didn't intend on leaving a few marks behind but, she just couldn't stop herself. when suna's received pleasure helped quicken his stroking motions in and out of y/n's sex, the two of them couldn't help but meet dazed and lust filed gazes before meeting lips for a messy make out. in all honesty, they were somewhat aware of their surrounding and wanted nothing more than trying to lessen the volume of their pleasured moans. the feeling washed over the two, simultaneously allowing them to have that satisfying feeling of relief to envelope their closed figures.

the grip of his digits on y/n's hips became tighter as suna's thrust became stronger. a groan fell into the kiss when his movements slowed, riding out both he and y/n's high, the two savoring every second of euphoria. suna eventually parted from the kiss, eyes flickering to the mirror that was behind y/n. he notice the bruised marking's that she had previously left behind, making him glance back to y/n, accusingly eyeing her lips and then her satisfied gaze.

"you didn't have to mark me, n/n"

"you did say you were mine though"

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marcia-11111 · 7 months

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Kinktober (3/10) Babydoll. Suna x you

MINORS DNI!

The reader is gender-neutral, however they have a vagina. Everyone is aged up to 21+ years old.

All "Haikyuu" characters belong to the authors of the manga and anime "Haikyuu"

Please don't translate, plagiarise nor use my works on other social media platforms, etc.

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Before, you did not know sex could have been so addicting and tempting. Until you met him, the lazy middle blocker who turned your whole world upside down and engraved himself into your soul for eternity. Even though you did not get along at first, simply by having ignored each other at first and not knowing about that game of temptation.…

Oh, darling. The game you fell into was one with no escape. No matter what you would like to tell yourself, was it a loss or not? You becoming fucked up over Suna?

Love was not supposed to feel this forbidden and bruising, but had it not been intoxicating? After all, could your conscience forgive the sins of two lovers?

That day was filled with moments covered by the dust of lust and pleasure. How could you hold back when the man in front of you was appetizing? His greyish-yellow half-lidded eyes stared at your beautiful body, resulting in your falling deeper into the void of greed.

“Come on, Rin. Are you not someone who desires to ignore me?” You unbuttoned his shirt and put your hand on it, pinching his nipple to get a reaction out of him. The dark-haired man sighed and connected your lips in a passionate manner, pushing his tongue deep down your throat. The kiss felt unbearably pleasant. Then he pushed you onto the couch and ripped off your clothes.

“My babydoll. Are you sure you want this? I will bite and bruise you again. Can your sweet heart stand that? Being my little slutty whore?” Suna let out another sigh, letting you know about the desire. His fingers found their way to the most sensitive part of your body, your tight and needy cunt. He massaged that place, waiting for your answer.

“I do not care, Rin! Just break me like you usually do!” You mumbled it out, and he proceeded. His fingers dove deeply into your delicate pussy, hitting your g-spot constantly. He curled and scissored them, eliciting incoherent moans from your lips. Your whole body shuddered in pleasure as Suna played with that wet cunt of yours.

“Such a perfect fuckdoll for me. Now come.” The middle blocker praised you, and as a result of his command, your orgasm hit your perfect body.

"Ahh, Rin! Put it in! AGHHH~" Your pleas filled the whole room, making both of you shudder from pleasure. He licked your cum from his fingers as he started to line himself up with your pretty entrance.

"Shhh, slut.” And with those words, Suna entered your tight pussy. He did not play around and pushed his whole cock into your walls, stretching them out like you desired. Without a warning, the middle blocker started to pound into your tight pussy, shifting your legs many times to give himself even better access to your insides. You gasped, choking on your tears of pleasure, not having been able to distinguish pleasure from pain.

As your hardest orgasm yet approached, when your eyes rolled up, Suna sped up his tempo, thrusting mercilessly into your walls, not letting your mind register the pleasure.

“RIIIIIIN!” You came hard while crying his name and inaudible moans out. He continued to pound into you through your climax, causing immense pleasure for both of you. After having reached his high, he pulled out and came on your chest and belly.

Back then, whether you would leave each other or not became a lingering question. Would those home of pleasure become cold? Or stay heated?

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shinsouscatpisssmell · 1 year

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Other woman pt.2

Pt.1

It's been weeks since the conversation on the phone... but you had agreed to meet up with her as you couldn’t help but see the lady that he went home to everyday.

"I feel like I said the first thing I should say is...I'm sorry. I promise I didn't know he was with you if—if I knew he was I -" the lady opposite of you silences you by putting her hand on top of yours.

She offers a gentle smile that calms your nerves as she speaks, " this has nothing to do with you,sweetheart. It's his fault. He knew what he was doing with all the sneaking around." She takes a sip of her coffee as you let her appearance. She was like those strong ceo business woman you see on the cover of magazines or in dramas. Just looking at her you get enamored by her short hair getting brushed out of her face or fixing the her white collard shirt, or even wiping dust off her folded long legs.

"I can't help but be jealous," she chuckled rubbing her thumbs against her knuckles as she excuses her embarrassment, " we had been trying for babies but it turns out...I could never get pregnant." This time it was your turn to comfort her giving her consolation.

" you have nothing to embarrassed about. I can't say I know how you feel...obviously," you both laugh as she wipes the corner of her eyes," but you are so much stronger than I could ever be. After our call 3 weeks ago I was breaking down everyday I was broken and hurt. I felt disgusting with myself. I-I wanted to get rid of the baby at least I was thinking heavily on it. I mean how is a free lance sports photographer supposed to care for a baby," you took a breather," but...but luckily I have two idiots that refused to not help me along the way." The air becomes lighter between you two as you air out all the dirty laundry you had between eachother.

"I was really dreading meeting you," you confessed taking the last sip of your drink before putting it on the table, "I'm sorry I kept putting it off. I felt so guilty."

"You have nothing to be guilty for, (y/n). To make it up to me let's keep in touch, yeah?," she fishes for her phone out her purse and signals for you to put your number in.

"I'd like that..truly." You punch in each digit before handing it back to her. The vibration from your phone alerting you to pick it up, "excuse me for a moment." You take it outside.

"(Y/n)? We have a problem." You could hear the panic in the voice on the other side.

"What's wrong sakusa?" You cup the device closer to your ear out of concern.

"Atsumu and Osamu were trying to surprise you with new maternity clothes and Atsumu being an idiot asked a lady how big her chest was because she looked the same size as yours...they are currently being kicked out of the store."

"...put them on," you sigh

"Yellow?" Atsumu asked if nothing was going on.

"How big is your chest? Really Atsumu. I haven't even gave birth yet and I already have two of the biggest children ever!"

"In my defense osamu didn't even try to stop me. You know I can't be trusted and! He asked this lady to hold her kid so he could practice with yours."

"well at least i aint going around asking pregnant woman their breast side you dumbass."

"yer the dumbass osamu." atsumu stated

"no you." osamu recountered as a fight broke out.

"hey!hey!hey! Calm yer asses down! Yer both are dumbasses. Thats why i leave sakusa in charge," you hear them about to speak in disagreeance, " i dont wanna hear a but from neither of ya. Yer asses are supposed to be at my place so we could look for houses for me to move." you huffed. And turn around to feel a pat on your back.

"i have to run. But, i'll see you soon." she kissed your cheek while handing you your purse," i beleive in you ,(y/n). Call if you need anything." she wipes away her lipstick mark off of you before walking away the click of her heels putting you in trance as you hold your cheek and smile to yourself.

"(y/n)? You there?" osamu called out.

"huh? Yeah, yeah..im here. Meet me in 30. I want some ice cream,ok?"

They both agreed and you walked home while touching your cheek here and there feeling the faded lipstick mark on your cheek.

“maybe this wouldn't be as bad as you first thought.” You said aloud.

"THIS IS HELL!" you screamed in the hospital bed the epidural pumping into your system to have some sort of numbing effect as you crush the twins' hands in pain. It felt like forever that you were pushing as if they were taking multiple out of you. You don't even know the gender of the bundle of life as you wanted it to be a surprise on this day. The only ones knowing were close friends and family.

You could feel them pulling the newborn out and breathing out a sigh of relief before the same pain started creeping up again.

"Come on ms.(l/n)! Just one final push and you can see your second baby." The doctor says excitedly.

"Two?! Did he just two? As in 1,2?!" Looking panicked between the two boys and with a yell of exaggeration from the news you hear the piercing cry of a baby.

"Congratulations on two healthy girls ms.(y/n)." He hands one too Atsumu and the other to osamu.

"I have...two...how? Why? When?" You asked confused

"We'll this one," the doctor pointed to the one in atsumu's arms ,"was very quiet not even a peep from her when she came out."

"Welcome to the world, naruto and sasuke."Atsumu whispered.

"Atsumu I said I'm not naming my baby or babies that."

"But then they'll be kick ass like they're uncle 'Tsumu."

"More like assigning." Osamu rolled his eyes.

"'Samu, you ain't any better, wanting to name them after your lunch specials." You said laughing.

"Gotta promote and get ready for my two new employees at onigiri Miya's." He held the baby up like simba.

"Their names shall be...," you think of it for a minute looking into their eyes as they were a perfectly blended match of you and Suna, " Sahara and haneen." You held haneen’s hand.

"I'll give you both the world." You say kissing her tiny hand. They were two beautiful beings born into the world making all those thoughts

of guilt and shame go away into the trash.

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kisses4bei · 1 year

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I like you

Suna x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None

Reblogs are appreciated!

It was fun being the volleyball manager for Inarizaki. Besides all the snake eyes shooting at you from Atsumu and Osamu’s fangirls, you enjoyed being the boys manager.

Being around them a lot you came to grow close to all of them. Atsumu and Osamu became close friends. Kita was like a big brother to you. And Suna. He was the one you had the biggest most phatest crush on.

Although he didn’t have as many fangirls as Atsumu and Osamu, he still had a good handful of admirers.

Knowing this, you decided to push your feelings to the side. There were plenty of pretty girls at the school, why on Earth would he choose you? Or so you thought.

It was after the school day ended and the boys were getting ready for practice. You were walking towards the gym with your friends (Kita normally walks with you but he had to get to the gym early) Then the topic of everyone’s crush came up.

“Soooo Y/n..”

You already knew what your friend was gonna ask so you immediately spoke before she can finish her sentence.

“No I’m not telling him that I like him.”

You started to speed up your walking and though your two friends couldn’t see you, they could definitely feel your eyes rolling.

“But why!!! You’re so much prettier than all his other fangirl!”

You sighed deeply. You pushed open the gym doors, still walking with your friends. None of the boys looked your way since they were concentrating hard on practice.

“Its pretty hard to believe somebody would like me.” You chuckled slightly.

You said this rather loud which made some of the boys look your way with a confused look on their faces.

“That’s not true.”

The familiar voice startled you as you looked up to see your little crushy crush, hands shoved in his pockets infront of you.

Despite your cheeks burning up, you raised and eyebrow.

“And how would you know that? You don’t happen to know someone who has a little crush on me huh?” You teased and poked at him.

Your small laughs never failed to make Suna’s heart flutter.

“I do actually.”

You looked up at his deadpanned face and it took you a second to realize he was being serious.

Its almost like your tongue became twisted because you started fumbling over your words. The fox eyes man chuckled deeply before putting a finger under your chin, lifting it to force eye contact.

“That person happens to be me. I like you. I actually like you so much Y/n, I can’t believe you never noticed”

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beebabae · 11 months

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rintarou suna is the type of boyfriend to make out with you when his friends leave the room, then immediately fling himself across the room to dismiss any suspicions of you two doing anything once his friends come back.

and you’re just there, trying your best to regain your composure while he’s just there smiling like a dork in love.

“what are you so giddy about?” atsumu smirked knowingly.

“nothing.” rintarou grinned, peering at you with hearts in his eyes as he licked clean the residue of your cherry flavored lip gloss off the corner of his mouth.

did i mention he sucked at not being obvious?

✩ sincerely, b. <3

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forusomimiya · 6 months

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@sunasbxtch ship & prompt: “Hands behind your back” & "Beg for it" w/ Rintaro Suna ˚₊˚✧🦊✧˖°📱

"Rin, you are so drunk!" you laugh in a silly way and realizing that you are too. That innocent, but wise choice to order a second bottle of wine at dinner helped you see the other side of Suna's coin. Clumsy footsteps through the hotel corridors, infectious laughter and tears of joy.

"What? I can't hear what yar saying!"

"Of course you can't! You're under my dress!" Suna came out from under him, acting as if none of that had happened.

"I dunno what you're talking about" you covered your mouth to hide your laughter. Suna looked handsome down there, and even if his eyes were slightly bloodshot, his golden irises predominated over any other color. The slight reddish hue beautifying his cheeks and the cool tip of his nose, the tips of his hair looking in every direction, tousled, the shy smile on his lips as his hands caressed your legs as he looked down at you… You wanted no other man but him, in his eyes you saw it and in your heart you felt it, even if your brain thought otherwise right now.

"Let's get ya undressed and get ya comfy" the hem of your dress didn't reach your waist when you stopped him.

"Go down again…" you whispered. Just three words were enough for Suna to understand you in less than a thousandth of a second. But he still had fun running through his veins.

"Beg for it". Oh, you weren't exactly there to beg, but you did it to the point of getting him to kneel before you again after finally stripping off your dress. "Happy?" You nodded.

Deep breaths took over you as Suna didn't take his eyes off you for a moment, forcing you to watch as he grabbed and kissed your body.

"Hands behind your back" you gave in, even as your hands went back to his mane, to tangling your fingers between her and pulling when Suna got too close to his favorite meal. "Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?"

"I'm surprised you don't already know that"

"Well, I don't tend to forget things, but…" the force he exerted on your legs to open them weakened your balance so much that it made you fall on the bed behind you "...I like being reminded them" And what a coincidence that you just fell into a position that ended up giving him some pretty good views of your body. A view that he took a good look at before pouncing between your legs.

You swore that the alcohol disappeared in seconds from his body, 'cause Suna was now thirstier than ever. "Don´t forget to leave marks on me".

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prettypeppermint · 2 years

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actions speak louder than words.

for s. rintarou.

"Fuck."

You scramble around your shared apartment in nothing but your undergarments, last night's sleep still hazing your eyes as you make out your roommate's blurry silhouette trekking into the kitchen.

Suna stands with his hands buried in the home that is his sweatpants pockets, observing impassively as you ride your pencil skirt up your hips and simultaneously work the French press with an efficiency that is almost offputting--it's an intricately disorderly routine for both of you.

You wake up late every day. Still, you somehow manage to get to work on time without fail, always with a cup of coffee in your hand and a lax smile on your face. He doesn't know how you do it. He doesn't know how you do a lot of things in your hectic superstorm of a life.

Suna scratches the back of his head.

"Toss me my shirt--on the counter," you say, the thickness of the morning still coating your throat. You snag your hair tie off your wrist with your teeth while your hands work your hair up into a ponytail.

"Good morning to you, too," he croaks sarcastically, obeying your request anyway. He could never refuse you. You always win, whether it's the debate over who gets the last cookie or whether it's spelled "Berenstein Bears" or "Berenstain Bears".

In a flurry, you skate past your disheveled roommate to the shoe rack by the door, where 75% of it is occupied with your footwear and the other 25% carries his. Before he can turn to see what the next step in your tornado of a morning is, you've already picked out a trusty pair of Louboutin stilettos.

"How do I look? Actually, shut up. I look great," you laugh. It tingles his brain.

"You look pretty," he states softly, matter-of-factly. It's in place of his usual snide comeback.

That certainly isn't a part of the routine.

He tilts his head as his gaze lands on the space between your eyes, and you let it rest there for a second longer than you normally would. Your roommate seems to have lost the usual snarkiness in his step this morning--he normally would have said something along the lines of 'You look like shit. Go take a shower.'

"And you look like shit. Go take a shower," you say playfully, reaching past his tall, lean frame for your keys hanging from the hook on the door behind him. As your cheek accidentally brushes against his in the close proximity that ensues, he takes your face in his palm and smoothly guides it to his lips in one fluid motion. It's a soft kiss, the kind that feels like an armful of spring blossoms.

As you both gently pull away, you allow only a brief moment to look up at his foxy eyes and whisper a breathy 'shit' before going back for more. This time, it burns. It's fervent, demoralized.

You keep a slow, passionate rhythm with his mouth as you both stumble back into the kitchen. He hoists you onto the countertop in a swift gesture. You thumb at the seamed hem of his gray sweater, teasing the fabric up just enough to trace at a sliver of his bare skin; you want to make him the one yearning to touch you--to be touched.

But your lips feel cold as he draws away from them. "I need to hear you say it," he breathes against your lip.

"Say what, Rin," you tease airily.

He hesitates before giving you another soft peck, the kind that's just long enough to leave anyone pleading for more. "Say you want me inside of you," he exhales, immediately trailing kisses and gentle nibbles down your neck.

"Okay. I want you inside of me," you deadpan with a smile. He hears the smirk in your voice and bites down just that much harder on the side of your neck. "Careful," he mutters against your collarbone. You fight back a sigh but a stifled moan squeezes past your lips instead. You know all Suna wants is to get a feverish rise out of you, but unlike your dear friend who can never refuse you, you're the exact opposite--all you ever do is refuse him.

You pull his sweater off from over his head. In due time, he unbuttons your blouse dexterously with one large hand, exposing your lacy little bra. He continues his kisses, working his way achingly slow down your body. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you," he mumbles between soft pecks to your exposed flesh.

"I want you to make me feel good, Rin," you respond in a low voice, raking your fingers through his ebony hair. At that, he slips one digit into your bra and teases your nipple as he laps at the exposed part of your breast. You look up at the fluorescent kitchen light and let out a euphoric breath. "Do whatever you think will make me look good under you."

"Who said anything about being under me?" he drawls before unzipping the skirt you just shimmied on, then sliding it off your legs. He plants a kiss on your clothed clit and starts tracing your slit through your underwear, taunting the idea of entry. He watches as the cotton soaks up your heat and wets the tip of his slender finger.

"I never pegged you for an edging kinda guy. You're full of surprises today," you pant as you begin discreetly rutting against his single digit, feigning desperation. Without a word, he loops his index finger through the bridge of fabric and pushes it to the side. "Come on, Rin. you can do better than th-ah!" A blissful shiver shoots through your core straight into your stomach, interrupting your final thought as he thrusts the first finger deep into your cunt. You trap another moan in your throat and mewl through a closed mouth.

"Shh," Suna coos gently as he sticks his ring finger in next. At this, you let out another breath to the ceiling. He initiates a slow pumping rhythm until a third finger catches you by surprise, and this time, you're loud. Your friend presses his mouth to yours and swallows all the sweet noises you're making for him, fingers curling against your walls in perfect syncopation with the probing of his tongue in your mouth. His other arm snakes around your arched waist pressing into him.

Just as you're beginning to lose yourself in his kiss, he speeds up the pace, thrusting his digits in and out, in and out. He doesn't let your lips break away, leaning further into you every time you try, trapping you as you're forced to moan down his throat.

His thumb sneaks onto your clit and taunts it. He pushes into you even more, causing your hips to grind and roll into his rhythm. Your hand leaves his hair to find leverage against the cold, tiled counter, and the other desperately grasps onto a squeaky cupboard door. He goes faster, deeper--like he's burning to feel every inch of you clenching around him.

A series of short, spastic whimpers and moans makes its way into your kiss as a million fires flutter through your entire body. You feel like stardust in his grip.

Suna doesn't stop even as you're convulsing and unraveling against him, but he finally lets you free from his thousand-year kiss, fully pulling back to admire his work. He exhales, and it comes out in a small, rugged shudder as he takes in your glistening, heaving form. He slows to an aching stop and plants a comforting smooch on your cheek--the same cheek that brushed against his and started this whole rendezvous.

After giving you a moment to fully calm down from your high, Suna brushes wet strands of hair from the corners of your mouth and hands you the cup of coffee you made earlier, now lukewarm.

"Thanks," you croak, accepting it. You're even more exhausted than when you first woke up.

Your roommate awkwardly leans against the sink and gazes at you for a solid minute before finally saying, "You look like shit. Go take a shower."

You laugh into your coffee cup, Suna's new favorite sound next to your pretty moans.

"Fuck," he marvels under his breath.

"What is it?"

"Well, you're late for work... And I think I'm in love with you."

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kairismess · 4 months

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hiii can i request for the holiday event, decorating the tree with sunarin? happy holidays to you!!

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ holiday headcanons event !!

day 1: 🎄decorating the tree with rintaro.

🏐 genre: fluff ~~ ✒️ word count: 455 💭 summary: how rintaro suna would decorate the tree with you... 🎄 📣 thanks for requesting anon! if you'd like to request any other prompt for any other character, please refer to my holiday headcanons event and send me an ask!

rintaro can't help but tease you for not being able to reach the higher parts of the tree to decorate. he usually was a quiet guy who didn't really have much to say, unless it would be a surefire way to tease the hell out of you.

"does shorty need a leg up?" he asked you in his casual, soft toned voice, his sharp, pale green eyes gazing down at you with a slight smile drawn on his face. he finds it amusing how you need to stand on the tips of your toes to reach the other branches of the tree.

rintaro also had the tendency to document the silliest and cutest of moments between you two, case in point, him filming you struggling to attach the baubles on the tree. instead of being a good boyfriend and helping you decorate the tree quicker, he films you and praises you (as a backhanded insult) that, "you're doing great, keep it up tiny, you'll reach it in no time," which you promptly reply with a middle finger to his camera, making him giggle.

now, when he's not being a little shit and actually helping you decorate the tree, he does an exemplary job at making the tree light up with colors. he sneaks photos of you smiling and decorating the tree, even snapping photos of you hiding your face from him and flipping him off several times because you know he's taking silly pictures of you.

"what? not my fault my darling is so cute," he'd argue with a soft grin on his face, a sly one, to boot. though, rintaro is also a fan of pranking you, with the little cat you two have together. he loves to place the little kitten on the tree branches to surprise you when it swings its tail out and pokes at your face, distracting you from the task at hand and giving rintaro more opportunities to snap pictures of you to brag to the team about.

he exhausts everyone on the team with his, "can't relate, i'm not bitchless this holiday season," card; you don't know if you should feel embarrassed or flattered.

rintaro does love carrying you for you to place the star at the top of the tree, he hums the opening to the lion king movie when he carries you under your arms and lifts you up high. "see? told ya you could reach it... with the help of your taller boyfriend," he murmurs that last bit out, but you hear it and playfully hit his shoulder, making him wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheeks in retaliation, and as a reward for him helping you decorate the cute and cozy tree.

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aphroxditus · 2 years

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ᴘᴏsᴛ-ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: sᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ̄

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢs: sᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ̄

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ | sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪsᴍ, sᴀᴅɪsᴍ

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴏᴍɢ ɪ ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀɢᴇs- ᴄᴏɴɢʀᴀᴛs ᴍᴇ ɪɢ! ɴᴏ, ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴇ

You went for Atsumu’s game since he was constantly nagging for you to come to one of his games to show you “all the cool stuff n’ tricks he learnt” as he likes to put it but who would’ve thought that you’d be fucking with the middle blocker from his team.

He should be here, shouldn’t he? It was the locker room, right? Or did you mistake his bad hand gestures and he actually meant somewhere else? You hesitate to enter the locker room. You know you shouldn’t go in but you wanted to see. You first knock softly but no reply. Knocking louder didn’t work either. Your hand moved towards the door and you pushed it open, peeking in just in case someone was in there but unsurprisingly there wasn’t.

Scanning the room, you locked eyes onto a red and black jersey and instantly recognised the name and number of one of them. Suna’s number. Huh. His jersey was thrown carelessly on the floor to no surprise. He was prominently known for his lazy nature. As you walked over, you bent over to pick it up and examine it. After all, how often would you be able to get your hands on a sports jersey that’s been worn by the player. Well, it was a big deal for you. Pursing your lips, you find the locker with his assigned number and you smile.

A warm breath fanned the back of your neck and your eyes widens not daring to look back to see who it was. Still clutching onto Suna’s spare jersey, your knuckles turn white as you clench harder.

“I think that belongs to me, princess. Hmm?”

That low, deep, sultry voice was instantly recognisable.

Suna. Shit.

Slowly turning around, your grip doesn’t loosen but you crane your head up to lock eyes with the lean figure pressed up close to you.

Stumbling to find words, all you manage to get out was a quiet hum. You let go and allow it to drop to the floor.

“Sorry princess, I didn’t catch that”, he craned his tall frame over so your faces would be inches away.

You could see that dirty smirk plastered on his face and his smug face was accentuated with his half lidded eyes, giving you a sarcastic look.

Flushed, you reply, “I-ah. I’m sorry- I didn’t know-“, then you stopped yourself. You didn’t know it was their changing room? That’s a lousy answer.

He lifted a brow then an idea sprung to his head. “What if….” He returned to his original height and slowly removed his shirt. “…I was changing? And you just walked in on me? Hmm?”

Whipping your head to face away from his naked torso, you feel your face heat up rapidly. You heard a low chuckle erupt from him and you feel embarrassed for your childish reaction. Slowly, cold but gentle hands grip your chin and turn your head. Before you know it, you’re facing the tall man. His abs were prominent and his arms were stocked and built with muscle.

“Why don’t we try on that jersey on you, princess? After all, you seemed quite interested in it.”

Not daring to move, you felt frozen. This man had you wrapped around his fingers. In his clutches. And he was playing you like a game. A fun one.

His hands gently gripped onto your hips and then slipped up to tug on your shirt. He pulled it over your head, exposing you only in your bra. You try to hide yourself but he softly shakes his head.

“No need, pretty girl. Your so beautiful”, he rasped and hummed.

He picked up the spare jersey and put it over your head, letting you slip into the shirt that was evidently too big.

He pursed his lips and took a step back.

“You already look like you belong to me and I haven’t even fucked you yet”, he said in a breathy voice. “May I?”

Sheepishly, you nod your head and squeak a “yes” before he made his way to you. Suna eyes you up and down, then began slipping off your booty shorts and panties. You notice his eyebrows rise and him begin to chuckle. For what though?

“You’re wet by my mere presence? I haven’t even done anything yet.”

Oh.

Ashamed, you had no answer and just looked away from his face.

“I bet I could make this pussy squirt today.”

“That’s bold of you to assume. I’d like to see you try”, you blurt out.

Surprised by your sudden change of personality, he seems as if he’s accepted the challenge. He just shrugs and nods.

“Alright, princess. Try not to moan too loud, yeah? I don’t want the others to hear you when they come to change.”

Wait what? When they come to change? Where is he going?

Before these questions could be answered, he picks you up and you lock your legs around his hips. Throwing your arms around his neck and burrowing your face into his neck, you let him lead you to wherever he has planned. Each of his large hands grab each of your ass cheeks and he squeezes them as he walks. This earns a little squeak and jump from you.

“Fuck, how are you dripping already?”, his raspy voice hums through your body. “Did your slutty self want this even before I offered?”

You purse your lips and keep silent. As he leads you to a bathroom stall, you begin to rethink everything. Screw it. It’s the Suna Rintarō. Who honestly wouldn’t want to be in your position right now?

As he pulled the seat down, he sits down and spreads his legs out. Tugging on his shorts, you let it slip down and pool around his legs. He leans back and begins to relax. He closed his eyes and let his head rest back.

You purse your lips and notice the big bulge of his great length. Shit.

Be opens an eye and notices you still eying his cock and a sadistic smirk is painted onto his face.

“Problem?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“I just- It’s big.”

He raised a brow.

“Please help.”

A low chuckle came from him and he shook his head softly.

“Alright, c’mere”, he patted for you to straddle him.

Doing as he said so, his hands were wrapped around your waist and pushed you down slowly into his length. He let you take it in slowly, once in a while grunting when you clenched. He watched you struggle and you knew he enjoyed it. Suddenly, you push yourself down to his full length. This surprises him and a guttural groans erupts when you begin to bounce up to get used to him.

“Fuck, shit, shit”, he takes deep breaths, trying to regain his composure.

“Problem?”, you ask innocently with secret sadistic intentions

Finally returning to his normal self, he grits his teeth. His strong hands grip your hips tighter and you wince. “Nuh uh, don’t give me that attitude. You’re my bitch and I’m the one in control.” Then he slurs into your left ear. “Got it?”

Nodding, you shrink back to your meek self and melt into his grasp.

“Speak.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Moving you painfully slow, you grind again him and mon softly into his ear.

“Rin~”

“That’s right, moan my name.”

At that moment, you hear the main door of the changing room open and it’s followed by a crowd of chatter. Eyes widening, you glare at Suna and plead for help but he only smirks.

“Like I said, I don’t want the others to hear us”, he whispers into your ears.

You only nod and he continues his slow pace. Your teeth bit your tongue and your lips were pursed to avoid any sounds. Small pecks and kisses were awarded to your neck, followed by sucking. That’ll leave a mark, you thought. Slowly but gradually, you began to reach your high and you could tell Suna did so too- which was evident by his chest rising and falling rapidly and his heavy breathing. Before you sunk back into his length, he told you an order.

“No sounds.”

Huh? Suddenly, he bucked his hips up, ramming into you and slamming into that sweet spot. An uncontrollable yelp escaped your mouth but you muffle your moan before it got too loud. A white substance coats his length and you eye it, wondering whether it was his or yours. Both probably..

The chatter stopped and you swore to yourself. Suna only looked smug as he saw your expression of fear.

“Did you guys hear that?”, a voice said.

“Hear what”, another replied.

“A girl”, the first said.

“Gosh, your girlfriend dumping you really has taken a toll on you man. You’re hearing things”, the other chuckled.

Sighing in relief, you bury your head into Suna’s neck and your nose is assaulted by his strong cologne.

His hands grab your ass, giving you support and both of you stay still in that position, cock warming him.

Eventually, the chatter dies out when the door closes and you sit upright on his dick, glad they’re gone. Slapping his bare chest, you curse him.

“You tell me to stay quiet but your dumbass pulls that shit?”

“You’re so cute when your mad, princess”, he merely says, staring into your eyes. Then his eyes turned dark. “But don’t test me. I’ll fuck you raw. You’re mine now, yeah?”

“Yes sir”, you say obediently, clenching around his length.

“Fucking hell~ You like that? Being mine?”, he groaned, clearly turned on. “That’s my good girl”, he praised, slapping your ass.

“Didn’t you promise you’d make me squirt though?”, you cooed, eyes half lidded as you tease him.

Grazing your fingers on his tatted chest, you smirk as your hands snake up and down.

“I’m getting to that, princess. Patience.”

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you love suna rintaro.

from top to bottom, you’re utterly in-love him. starting from his somehow fluffy black hair that always smells like men‘s strong conditioner, to his beautiful green eyes, perfect slender nose, plump lips, down perfect collar bones, toned stomach, and ending with his very big feet.

everything about all his one hundred ninety-one glory, you love it all.

but if you were to choose something from his very structure; if someone decides to ask you what in him you love the most, you‘d immediately answer without a doubt: his eyes.

what could be the reason? perhaps, the way he looks at you when he holds you with his eyes all glossy, as if he‘s just so content you‘re there with his lips all wobbly, it‘s one of the many things you love about him.

in his green eyes, you find sanctuary.

you find peace, wholeness, love, and pure adoration.

often, you do wonder what is it about you that he acts like that when he looks at you. you wish you had known the answer, then, you wouldn’t always be so curious about him. you wish he had the same reasons as you, all good and heartfelt.

however for him, it‘s not quite the same.

when he had first met you, he came off of the worst heartbreak he had had in his whole life. what’s the cause? the woman he‘d love the most suddenly left without a word, just walking out of his life.

her leaving left the the worst impression on him. it had left his once perfectly imperfect world all rainy and muddy, leaving the weight of his world on his shoulders.

but then you came along.

suddenly, the weight on his shoulders weren‘t so heavy anymore. slowly and gradually, you‘d calm the raging seas in his heart, dry the mud that was sinking him in and turning the rain into the colourful rainbows and butterflies.

as quick as you walked into his life, and got to know of his pain, it was as quick as you took away that pain and made it all better.

his world was no longer so dark and rainy, it had become so good, so well, so wholesome.

you made him feel good after seeing him in the lowest point in his life.

yet why is it that when he looks in your eyes, why does he find someone who isn’t you, yet instead someone that looks like you?

why is it when he sees the smile on your face, he‘s reminded of the way she smiled to him? why is it when you take care of him and ease his pain, he‘s reminded of the way she held him, whispering promises of better days? why is it when he touches you, he feels a scalding burn inside him, telling him that he has no right to touch you, when he‘s thinking of her as he holds you?

your familiar hues, he‘s addicted to them. yet not for the good reasons. he loves looking at your familiar hues because they‘re the same colour as hers were. he loves looking at those beautiful orbs of yours because it reminds him of the way she looked at him. he‘s in-love with your eyes because when he looks into them, he‘d catch a glimpse of the past he had with her.

the world you had built for him, it‘s perfect. it was too perfect, and he’s afraid because he knows he doesn‘t deserve it. you‘re built like an angel that had descended from heaven to take him out of the misery he‘s in. the misery that keeps shredding his soul, is the same misery that he drowns himself in because it has the remnants of the memories he had with her.

you know nothing about this, and he hopes you will never. you‘re a saving grace, the perfect kind of woman that he should be thankful for, not her. but why does he keep looking for her in everything that you do? he keeps saying he‘s fine, that he‘s moved on, that you‘re perfect, so much that he‘s forgotten about her.

yet why is it that he believes he‘s only passing time in your arms? although you‘re so perfect, it doesn’t mean he‘s genuinely in-love with you. over the perfect you, he‘d rather choose what he had had with the imperfect her.

everything that you are, he doesn’t deserve it. not when he looks for another woman in you. that‘s why he hates being asked what he loves about you. they all confuse his reaction as: "he cannot choose, since you‘re so good to him." when in reality, it‘s because he‘s so used to seeing her in you that most of the time that he cannot distinguish you from her.

so he‘ll just say your eyes as well, since that wasn’t a whole lie. it would be a half honest answer. the only difference is would be the reason.

while you love his because of the way he looked into your eyes with tears nearly falling from his as if he‘s so in-love you. he loves yours because you two had the same ones, since he always catches the glimpse of him and her in your eyes.

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