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kiyoomi-levin · 3 months

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here for you (yan!Suna RinatroxF!reader)

a/n this has been a wip for so long... enjoy! i'm working on a atsumu [nsfw] fic so be on the lookout for that next (unless adhd takes over and i start working on a different one instead)!

summary:: As a pro athlete and model, he's nice enough. And yet...there’s something in your gut that says you should stay away. word count:: ~4.4k warning(s):: non-con (no smut/SFW), suna's a grade A creep/stalker, yandere!!, isolation, stockholm syndrome, horror??(i tried to make this scary but it's really not lol) Music rec:: joke's on you - charlotte lawrence

As an aspiring journalist, your dreams had all but come true when you were hired as an intern at the most prestigious sports media center in Tokyo.

You get to shake hands with athletes you see on television daily and most importantly, you had received an actual assignment.

Gone were the days of running around to get your manager coffee and spending the day shredding documents. Instead, you had been tasked with creating an in-depth piece into the most popular athlete of the year— Suna Rintaro of EJP Raijin.

You still vividly remember your first time meeting him.

You’d been star-struck— a tall, gorgeous man you had only ever seen through a screen was standing in front of you.

Smiling. Holding out his beautiful hand for you to shake.

Despite his casual demeanor, there was something off about him. Maybe it was your nerves, or the cold air circulating in the office, but there was a tug in your stomach that was warning you.

At the time, you had plastered an excited grin on your face and scolded yourself.

But looking back— his eyes were quite cold, weren’t they?

You just can’t explain why you feel sick whenever you see him. In fact, despite the great task ahead of you—interviewing and writing up an article on Suna— you had been avoiding him.

There’s just something in you that dreads looking into his sharp green eyes.

It doesn’t help that in spite of your best efforts, you strangely run into him everywhere-- on and off the court.

“Suna?”

Your voice comes out squeaky and clearly nervous.

Are your eyes deceiving you? Why would he be here, in the middle of the cereal aisle, at the small grocery store next to your dingy apartment? You have to do a double take before you can confirm that yes, it is in fact him.

It’s late, and it’s only you, Suna, and the tired store manager. Though, at this moment, it feels like it’s only the two of you in this world.

“Oh. Hey, y/n,” Suna says casually, flashing you his famous smirk— the one that has his fans screaming and crying. He’s on his knees, reading the back of a granola cereal.

Suna turns back to the aisle in front of him, finally placing a box into his basket. Your brain registers it as your favorite flavor (the unhealthy, chocolate-y type that you’re sure athletes shouldn’t be eating).

What a coincidence.

“What are you doing here?”

You live on the edge of Tokyo, an unfortunate 30 minute subway ride to get to the sports arena you’re working at. And you know, from Suna’s player profile, that he lives in a luxurious high-ceiling apartment only a few blocks away from there.

“What do you mean?” Suna asks, frowning. He seems genuinely confused.

Are you the crazy one?

“Oh, it’s just… so random, you know?”

Your throat is tightening now and you feel unable to even swallow.

There are alarms blaring inside of your head, as if every fiber is irrationally telling you to run.

Suna glares at you, sharp eyes studying your smaller stature.

God. Another reason why you don’t like this man— he’s just too difficult to communicate with.

“You live quite far away, right?”

Seconds pass and you’re beginning to worry you’ve said something wrong or offensive when Suna finally stands, sighing as he turns toward the registers.

“No. I just moved to Kamikitazawa.”

You feel that tingle again.

“What a coincidence!” You say, recovering quickly.

Fuck. You sound especially stupid right now.

But could you help it? Suna, a multi-millionaire, moved into your apartment building? The one inhabited by broke college students and poor retirees?

Was he struggling financially? Did he have a secret child like some rumors alleged? Wait, is he—

“I’m not sure what you’re thinking, but whatever it is, you’re wrong.��

Suna and you are standing at the cash register now, and he turns to gently smile at you. You feel yourself softening.

Why were you scared, anyways? He’s a world-famous athlete and model.

Your premonitions have been wrong in the past— like when you thought your boss, Kuroo, would be upset with you accidentally deleting his PC files.

“I see,” you murmur, “well… the apartment is kind of… there’s a lot of problems, you know?”

The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. You sound like a broken radio.

There's an awkward silence as you and Suna both try to find the words to say.

This is why you hate talking to him, he expects you to do all the work!

"You should know that the third elevator isn't that good. It always gets stuck on floor two. And the garbage chute at the end of every hall is kind of hard to open. You have to," you make a pulling motion, "really yank, ya know?"

Silence. Suna stares at you blankly.

You're just an absolute loser, aren't you?

He's gonna cringe, or worse, tell your advisor that you're being overfamiliar with him, an athlete 5 years your senior…

As you stand in your cheap winter boots, shivering, Suna suddenly laughs.

It's not the quiet chuckle you see him release when he's joking with Komori, but a head-throwing, mouth widening laugh.

"Uh..." you stutter, nervous.

It takes a full minute before he finally stops, silently pink at the face.

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind," he says, lifting his shopping basket.

You nod repeatedly, nerves subsiding.

"Wanna walk back together?" Suna asks.

You hesitantly nod. Why not? It's late and dark, and though the neighborhood is calm, it never hurts to have a walking buddy.

On the walk home, to your surprise, Suna begins to talk about his team and compliments you for your article on the top liberos. You’ve never seen this side of him. There’s a reason why he’s so beloved— he’s a mystery.

You’re nearly zoning out as the two of you reach your apartment complex.

"Am I boring you?" Suna suddenly asks.

It's such an unexpected question, you falter for a second.

"No! I'm just... I feel relaxed. I like hearing your voice," you say, surprised.

Suna lets out a sigh of relief as he punches in the door code to the building.

"So. As I was saying, you want me to give you a ride tomorrow?"

"What?”

"A ride. To the arena." He says, enunciating every word as if you're a child.

"It's okay," you start, “I—”

"Take the subway, yeah. But it's a hassle, right?"

No, it's not. In fact, it's pretty nice, seeing strangers off to their desired destinations.

But it's as if he can read your mind.

"I’ll give you a ride."

It's not a question anymore.

"Alright," you murmur.

The short journey to your floor is now awkward, and you’re wishing you had turned down his offer to walk together.

The two of you are almost at the end of the hallway now, at your apartment door. To your horror, Suna doesn’t continue walking.

Instead, he simply turns around and reaches for the doorknob of the apartment just across from you.

Strangely, you’re just now noticing just how narrow and dark this hallway is.

Under the cheap fluorescent lights, you can only see the man in front of you. Suna’s pale hands flex as he easily readjusts his heavy grocery bags, reminding you he could take you out in a moment.

“Wow. Looks like we’re neighbors, huh?” Suna says, stepping into his flat.

You’re blinking up towards him, breath cut short.

“See you tomorrow, y/n.”

Funny. He didn’t sound surprised.

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You're just tying your hair when the doorbell rings.

"y/n, you ready?"

Who would’ve imagined hearing the Suna Rintaro’s voice at 9 AM.

You sigh as you take a final glance into the mirror. You couldn’t completely hide the dark eye circles from your lack of sleep— who’d be able to sleep after learning a celebrity lives practically next door?

Taking a deep inhale, you push open your front door.

You instantly feel yourself healing as you take in Suna. It’s a similar effect to watching your favorite idols perform on stage— good looks work wonders on your tired body.

Suna leans against the wall, wearing a pair of black sweats and a thin blue hoodie. With a start, you can't help but notice it's almost a couple set with your blue sweater and black skirt.

"Good morning," he says, sliding his phone into his pocket. You nod in response.

As you walk down the hall together to the elevators, you can't help but flush. Is this what it'd be like to have a boyfriend? As a student dedicated to her craft, you’d never felt the urge to date, remaining single your entire life. You can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to be Suna Rintaro’s.

“Oh! What’s this!” Kiana, a middle-aged woman, calls out as you and Suna wait for the elevator.

“y/n! You never told me you got a boyfriend! And such a handsome one, too! Oh, if I was only a little younger…”

You and Suna make eye contact and you blush, quickly turning towards the smiley woman, ready to retort.

“We’re—” You barely make out a word before Suna suddenly takes your hand.

“Good morning, ma’am. I’m Suna Rintaro, y/n’s boyfriend. I just moved into apartment 306.”

At his words, both your and Kiana’s eyes widen.

Yours in confusion, hers in wonder as she recognizes the handsome stranger.

“I know you! I know you! You’re Suna, from that team! Oh, my son is such a fan! I can't believe you're living here! He’ll be so excited."

As Suna and Kiana make small talk, you try to discreetly shake your sweaty hand out of Suna’s grasp. To your bewilderment, he continues gripping onto it, so hard you can feel his short fingernails digging into your soft skin.

To your relief, the elevator chimes, and as Suna waves goodbye (you do too, out of habit), you gasp as he yanks you into the elevator.

"What was that?" You ask, nervously looking up at your ‘boyfriend.’

Suna’s eyes are hard as he stares down at you, but he’s glowing all the same, as if he’d just received a gift.

“Saying we’re a couple. What was that about?”

Suna hums innocently.

"I just thought it would be most convenient to tell her that. People will see us together from now on."

No, they won't.

“It would confuse them to have to explain you’re an intern.”

Was that so complicated?

But with his mischievous smirk and the way he taps his foot against the elevator floor, you just can’t find the courage to refute.

“Alright… but could you let go?” You ask uncomfortably.

"Ah, right," he says, letting you free.

You rub your hands together, easing the circulation back.

Strangely, it feels especially cold without his grip on you.

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"Wake up."

Awakening with a start, you rub your eyes.

You can't help but admit you could get addicted to free rides with Suna.

His car is just too nice; the seats are fluffy and he turned on the heater to just the right temperature and there's soft piano playing from the speakers.

How long have you been out?

Taking in your surroundings, you're surprised to find you're already at the Tokyo Volleyball Arena. You almost jump in shock as you realize what’s warming your lap— a box of your favorite strawberry waffles.

“What’s this?” You question as Suna wordlessly hands you a fork.

"I thought you might be hungry.”

Suna slides a cup into your open hand— matcha.

So he is a nice man, after all.

“Wow, Suna! Let me please pay you back!”

Your stomach grumbles as you take a bite of the sweet breakfast.

“No, no, it’s on me.”

How could you make it up to him? Maybe you should bake him cookies or something… you shift in your seat, frowning as you realize your bare thigh is strangely damp. Rubbing your thighs together, your eyebrows furrow.

“Oh,” Suna says, biting into his scrambled eggs, “sorry. That was me, I got some coffee on you while you were sleeping, so I wiped it away," he says sheepishly, gesturing towards the pack of wet wipes in the glove compartment.

He looks embarrassed, avoiding eye contact, so you don't push it any further.

He's kind of cute, you think.

It kind of feels too perfect– the plush comfort of Suna’s luxury car, the sweetness of the waffles, and the delicious matcha, albeit slightly salty.

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"Hey, y/n, which movie should we watch?" Suna calls from your couch.

You're in the kitchen, preparing popcorn in your small microwave.

"Studio Ghibli!" You shout back, stirring the hot chocolate, “I have a whole bunch downloaded, just choose one.”

It's become a regular occurrence for the two of you to spend much of your free time together. At first, Suna had gently coaxed you into spending time with you under the guise of doing more research for the article you’re writing about him, but now you’ve grown to genuinely enjoy his company.

From morning rides to office lunches to casual dinners, it's like your life has been consumed by Suna. Your gut had been wrong, after all, because Suna treats you like a girlfriend— although you’d long shook away that silly thought— he’d never see a younger, broke student that way.

But despite your brain knowing everything is just fine, your heart has yet to be rewired. It still pounds with discomfort, as if it knows that fundamentally, something’s wrong.

You just can’t identify or place a label on that problem.

More recently, you’ve been getting hit with strong deja vu from that one night at the grocery store months ago.

As if it’s only the two of you on this planet.

Sighing, you take your place next to Suna, glancing at your phone. It remains still, screen dark.

“What’s wrong?” Suna asks, frowning. He pushes up his black glasses, running his fingers through his damp hair.

You hesitate. It’s fine to share this, right? After all, it feels like Suna’s all you have right now.

“Well… I’m not sure why, but I think my friends are mad at me. For the past few months, they’ve been silent. They don’t really respond to me anymore, and when they do they just say they’re busy.”

Suna nods, reaching for your hand. You welcome the warmth of his fingers, blinking back tears.

“And even worse, my family hardly contacts me. I used to call my mom basically everyday. I think there’s something really wrong, Suna, I’m really worried.”

“How long has this been going on?” Suna has the movie paused now, full attention on you. He gently strokes your hair and the kind gesture has tears pooling in your eyes.

“For a few months… maybe… four? I didn’t realize it at first because of how busy I’ve been at work and with the article I’m writing on you,” you mumble, allowing Suna to embrace you.

He’s gently rocking you back and forth now, rubbing your back, whispering kind words into your ear, telling you it’s okay and they’re probably just busy too…

Minutes pass before you finally look up, eyes widening as you take in his facial expression.

Despite his sweet words, Suna’s eyes are completely blank and there’s a questionable, small smile on his face. You barely recognize him.

“y/n?”

You blink, and take in an inaudible breath as you stare at Suna.

He cocks his head, confused. He looks at you with nothing but affection and concern, thin lips pressed into a frown.

Your heartbeat slows as you realize that, yet again, you’d just been seeing and feeling things wrong— whenever you’re around Suna, it’s as if you lose sense of your surroundings.

Smiling, you sniffle as you wipe away your tears.

“Sorry for getting emotional at movie night.”

Suna grins, giving you a final gentle hug before turning back to the television.

“Don’t be. I’m always here for you, y/n.”

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Q: Suna, this question has been long requested by your fanbase. How do you express love?

A: Dedication. I give my all to my lover, no questions asked.

Oh, and I don’t like to share.

There’s suddenly a knock at your door, causing you to jump. You put down your laptop, where your open article draft sits nearly complete.

The lightning storm outside has you shaking and you just wish Suna was here, holding you and laughing at his silly responses to your even stupider interview questions.

Another knock at the door.

Strange— Suna’s practice runs for extra long today for his upcoming tournament. Maybe he finished early.

“Suna, why didn’t you call before practice finished? We could’ve gone out for dinner,” you scold as you pull open the door.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Standing in front of you is your furious older sister, drenched from the rainstorm outside.

“Oh my god! Come in!” You say, alarmed. You reach towards her wrist, but she remains planted in place.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She’s angrier than you’ve ever seen her.

“How could you tell us to fuck off? You really think your journalism is that important? Your writing isn’t more important than family, you asshole! It’ll never be important!”

Taking a deep breath, your sister lets go, immediate regret evident on her face. She opens her mouth to apologize, but you’re not having any of it.

Anger is coursing through your body now and you shove your sister away, causing her to stumble against Suna’s door.

Your family has never supported your career— from when you were just a child, you’d had to work hard for your own future.

So this is why they had shunned you? Because they can’t stand seeing you successful? Because you had moved away from the countryside to make something out of yourself in the city?

Tears stream down your face as you tremble.

“My writing is important,” you whisper. Your sister nods quickly, opens her mouth again—

“Don’t come by anymore. Don’t consider me a part of the family anymore.”

“No, I’m sorry— I think there’s a miscommunication, y/n! Wait!”

Slamming the door on her shocked face, you stumble towards the couch.

It feels as though you’re going to die— the room spins as your lungs strive for air and your vision is becoming increasingly blurry.

The sound of rain and your sister pounding on the door intertwine, and as you bury your head into a pillow, you really just wish Suna was at your side.

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“y/n?”

Someone’s tugging at your sleeve, and you glance up, blinking uncomfortably at the bright lights of the living room. There’s dried tear streaks on your face and you’re sure you look like a miserable ogre, but Suna looks at you with nothing but compassion as he hugs you, alarmed.

He’s slightly damp—probably a combination of sweat from practice and the rain outside—but you hold onto him eagerly as he eases you onto his lap.

“What happened?”

You shake your head, explaining what had happened in the few hours when he’d been gone.

Suna’s furious on your behalf, jaw tight and fists clenched.

“Thank god I told your sister to fuck off. She was standing at your door, yelling curses and threatening to call the police,” he mutters.

Tears spring to your eyes again. This only confirms the reality of your life now— your family (and probably friends, too) absolute despise you.

“Don’t worry, y/n. I’ll always be here for you,” Suna whispers.

His words are somewhat like a relaxant to you. Taking a deep breath, you lean into his chest, sighing.

“I don’t think I can write anymore, Suna. I don’t want to. What have I been working towards my whole life?”

Suna remains silent for a moment, studying your sorrowful face, before leaning in to brush his nose against yours. Your eyes shift, admiring his gorgeous olive ones.

“Your journalism is amazing, y/n. And… if you hadn’t worked so hard, we might’ve never met, right?”

You smile sadly.

“I guess…”

“y/n, how about you wrap up your article tonight? You’re almost done, aren’t you?”

You gesture towards your open laptop on the coffee table.

“It’s done, but it’s shit. My sister’s right, it’s not worth anything,” you say, embarrassed. You’ve always known you were talentless, which is why you’ve always worked harder. But it amounted to nothing in the end.

You press your cold hands against your burning eyes as Suna picks up your laptop, skimming through what you’ve written about him.

If even he hates it… that’s it. You’re not sure how you’re supposed to go on.

“y/n, will you look at me?”

Suna’s gently tugging at your hands covering your face. Biting your lip nervously, you let him take your hands into one of his.

“Want my honest opinion?” He asks, placing the laptop onto your lap. You nod, staring down at the bright screen.

“This is the best thing anyone’s written about me.”

You close your eyes, shaking your head.

“Don’t lie.”

“y/n. I’m serious. This shows exactly the side I wanted the public to know about me. It’s intimate, but written formally enough to be taken seriously by the media.”

When you don’t respond, Suna sighs sadly.

“I guess you don’t want the opinion of a dumb athlete, though…”

Frantically, you look up, shocked.

“Of course not! Suna, your opinion is everything to me!”

Relief settles in your stomach as Suna grins, eyes shining.

“Really?”

“Of course! Thank you… That really means a lot to me.”

Suna nods, rambling about how much he loves that sentence here, the use of punctuation there…

“What’s wrong?” He asks, noticing you look down again.

“I… just feel like I have nobody but you, Suna.”

Suna smiles at you, waving towards the polaroids of your friends and family hung on the wall.

“I’m sure they’ll come around again, y/n.”

Your nose crinkles as you cringe at the photos. You want them gone. You want all of the references towards them gone.

You want to get out of here.

“I hate this apartment, actually. They helped me decorate it and everything,” you sigh.

“Well then, how about we move out together?”

You fiddle your thumbs, headache threatening to return.

“I don’t have that type of money,” you say, frustrated. It’s easy for a world-class athlete like him to just up and leave, but you’d never be able to, not unless you dropped out of school and found a job elsewhere.

“y/n, I’ve just remembered. I have an apartment near our stadium, right? How about you move there for the rest of your internship?”

You hesitate. Intruding into the home of a man you’re not even in a relationship with? While the offer is tempting…

“Don’t worry about anything, y/n. Don’t think too hard about it.”

Suna’s gently rubbing circles onto the side of your hands and you feel like melting away, exhausted.

All that crying and anger has truly taken a toll on you. Your eyelids flutter as you finally nod.

“Okay.”

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“Are you sure?”

Now that it’s come to actually burning the photos, you’re hesitating. Aside from the few photographs on the walls, your apartment is completely bare, all of your belongings now residing in Suna’s luxury condo.

“y/n. You don’t need them anymore.”

You pause, the lighter in your hand feeling heavier by the second. With this, you’re truly erasing all parts of your former family and friends. Just then, your phone buzzes— you barely need to look at it to know it’s a string of curses from your ex-best friend.

Suna grimaces as he deletes the message, examining you out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re right, Suna. I don’t.”

You watch as the pictures go up in flames, holding back tears.

Looking around your now empty apartment, Suna wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“I always thought your walls would look better bare.”

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In and out.

There’s something so comforting about the way you breathe.

You’re lying motionless on Suna’s large bed, curled into a ball.

Adorable.

Sighing, Suna collapses next to you, admiring your eyebrows, the curve of your nose, your lips…

When was the last time he’d felt this content? Reaching out, Suna gently tucks your hair behind your ears, admiring the small s shaped earrings adoring them.

Bringing you here was the best option. It’d taken him a little longer than he’d hoped, but now you were truly in the palm of his hand.

He’d almost slipped up a few times (your gut was much smarter than you) but everything had worked out, hadn’t it.

Since the day he’d first met you nearly a year ago, Suna knew you’d be his.

He’s not sure why, but there’s this thing about him— sometimes, when he sees something, he wants it.

And he’ll do anything to make sure it’s entirely his.

You mumble in your sleep, rolling over to face the large windows that present the city of Tokyo below his feet.

He has it all now.

His phone vibrates— messages from your concerned father.

Rolling his eyes, Suna silently reaches over to your phone, which lies innocently next to your small hand, and unlocks it (the password being his birthday, obviously).

Without hesitation, Suna begins wiping out all traces of the code he’s implanted into your phone.

There would be no more reason to reroute your messages to himself anymore.

Next, Suna makes sure all of your family and friends’ contacts are blocked.

Ensuring your safety is a top priority of his.

He squeezes your device in his large hand, wondering if he should just break it.

If Suna had it his way completely, he’d rather you not have a phone at all.

Tossing your phone back onto your side of the bed, Suna smirks as he unlocks his own device.

Desperate messages from your sister pop up, warning you of your tall neighbor, he threatened to kill me if i didn’t leave y/n please get away from him and go to the police!

Suna slides his thumb across the screen, removing the messages from his screen, and disconnects his phone from yours.

After all, you wouldn’t be getting contacted by those nuisances anymore.

Almost done, then he can sleep peacefully with you—Suna sends the email he’s been working on: a PDF attachment of your final draft of your article on him and a short message of your resignation as an intern, written by yours truly.

Turning over, Suna locks the bedroom door, smiling.

There’s no need for anyone else.

Not when he’s always going to be here for you.

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white-poppie · 2 years

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𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤?

Character: S.Rintarou x AFAB reader Genre: Supernatural AU, Yandere Warnings: paranormal creatures, religious undertones (no religion mentioned tho), fear, the reader is a little bit of a scaredy cat, Suna is a very caring and considerate yandere, Teratophilia mentions? (attraction to monsters) Age Rating: 11+ Writer:@white-poppie

~ We must stay alive today...he will come for us! - Who? ~ The king of nightmares. He has his eyes on you Y/N.

⤗ HAIKYU!! (ハイキュー!!)

"Keep praying, just keep praying, just..." you chanted like a maniac, pacing across your room.

The banished king of nightmares, cunning and vicious. God save the unfortunate souls who he lingered upon, they would be under his mercy and plagued by visions and nightmares.

You had been getting rather...gruesome nightmares for almost 2 weeks now, just hoping that they would go away; you didn't pay much mind to them. Until they started becoming more vivid, realistic and gory. It was as if they scratched your mind every time they infested your sleep.

You were a scientific person who never believed in the folktales your grandma told you, but yesterday night...you saw it. A man who matched the descriptions of what your grandmother told you stories about.

The banished king of nightmares, cunning and vicious. God save the unfortunate soul who he lingered upon, they would be under his mercy and plagued by visions and nightmares.

Yesterday, you had woken up sweating from a nightmare, and as soon as you opened your eyes, you saw a dark figure towering over you--leaving you petrified and immobile. His fox eyes were adorned with yellow gemstone pupils that chastised and consumed you with each passing second. You gulped and closed your eyes, hoping it was all just a terrible nightmare.

"Thinking this is a nightmare? I am the ruler of that realm...I don't stand that pathetic that I would visit my human in a dream."

You were so screwed. Drinking your 3rd cup of coffee for the night you stared at the clock again, 2:55 AM. You just had to live past one more hour, not give in to his advances and not become another scapegoat.

2:57 AM...

2:58 AM...

2:59 AM...

3:00 AM

The clock chimed loudly and you waited as the second's hand travelled around, passing though the numbers, completing an entire round and the minute hand moved a little 'tick'.

You sighed in relief, rubbing your icy hands together to warm them a little. --"Hate me so much, mon chaton?" His inhumanly low-pitched voice sent shivers down your spine and you backed away from him as much as possible.

Your voice was stuck in your throat, eyes taking in the dark, raking and brooding figure that made you tremble in fear. Fingers twitched to hold onto any defence, but the fear made you paralysed in your position.

He stood there, dominant...eyes fixated upon you, impossibly still. To say he was huge wouldn't be an understatement. You felt like a child in front of him. Muscular and inhumanly figure that loomed chastisingly, atrociously and rather over you.

His hands were adorned with gold ornaments, a palm cuff with a chain that extended to his middle finger and rested there as a ring. His long, sharp talons embellished his vein-clad hands even more.

His snake-lidded eyes seemed to look even more intoxicated than yesterday. He extended his talons to caress your face causing you to steer back and flinch harshly.

His smirk only grew larger at your reaction, "my, my, are you really that scared of me, little one?"

You bit your lip as if refusing to answer. He sighed and ran a hand in his hair and abruptly grabbed you by your wrist causing you to collide with his chest.

"Ma Biche, I wouldn't dare hurt you," his long nails smoothened your hair and you shivered at the sensation

You looked up at him from your position, expectingly.

"Something you want to say? Don't worry, I don't bite," he stated.

"Why me, and what are you going to do to me?" you shivered a little.

"Well, my dear, I don't think you'd be interested in what I want, but I will say this: I adore you. Few decades ago, your grandmother made a deal with me. In exchange of warding off the plague from her husband, she promised me, her first female grandchild, to be married to me."

"I have waited long enough, mi amour," he whispered as he attempted to cup the tender skin of your face in his hands. You gulped and tried to move back a little and ended up tripping on one of the shelves. Tears escaped your eyes as you fell down. Feeling scared, trapped and suddenly hyper-aware of the proximity between the two of you.

He walked towards you and crouched to your level. You brought your knees closer to your chest. He lifted your chin and looked at you with his sharp black eyes. His slender finger moved to wipe away the tears that flowed down your eyes. He traced your bottom lip with his finger, not uttering a single syllable. Just...looking at you, keenly and fiercely.

His eyes devoured your form carefully as if capturing every inch of your body in his mind to revisit later like a blissful memory of a modern art painting. To him, you were art. A statuesque figure handcrafted by the gods themselves. A true beauty. How hypocritical of him to be thinking of and loving something so angelic from a distance for so long!

"You make my monster heart, beat," he said almost as if the words pained him.

There was a pregnant pause between, and you spoke with thinking, the words causing you to slap a hand on your mouth as soon as they left, and you feared for your life, "when is a monster not a monster?"

His silence scared you more than any words could have, he heaved a little air as he spoke the next words, "when it falls in love."

You felt sick due to his answer. 'Love'? While he was stalking you like a predator? He was a demon, and yet...his hands were so gentle, it was intoxicating how the slightest brush of his hands drove you wild. He must've put a spell on you...but was it really that bad?

"I sense a conflict," he reverbed deeply. "your life will not be changed much, my prey."

"Just make a little deal with me and you will be immortal, you will be my queen and will be able to live your normal life as a mortal too."

"Do, I have a choice, king of nightmares?" you asked hesitantly.

"Refer to me Suna, Suna Rintarou," he said moving away a little, "you do have the choice to not make the contract, but tell me, wouldn't you like to be eternally youthful? To stay with your love until the end of time, to rule with me and also experience all mortal things humans are unable to in one lifetime?"

Tempting. His offer was tempting indeed.

"Are there any tricks here?" you questioned.

"None, mon chaton, ready to seal the deal?" he questioned and you nodded.

You let out a squeak when you felt his lips on yours, teeth clashing for an instant and then your eyes clenched shut when his tongue finds its way to your mouth. it felt soft, it felt sweet.

You gasp as you feel a searing burn in your body, you put your palms on his chest and pushed him away, but he didn't budge and for the next few seconds all you saw was red.

When he finally pulled away, there was a mark on your arm, an ambigram you assumed: 'Dream' upright

You noticed Suna had the same tattoo on his neck 'Dream' downright

“There is no end. We are eternal. You are my dream, prey!"

But it was a shame that you forgot, Nightmares are dreams too.

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Hello! I saw that you're taking requests, so is it okay if I request for yandere roommate! Suna x reader? He takes advantage of reader's kindness or something (and can it include non-con filming?) Thank you!

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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴ ꜰɪʟᴍɪɴɢ, ɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴇx/ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇx, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ

ᴀɴ: ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ꜱᴏᴏɴ, ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ!

"Thanks Y/N."

You wiped your hands smiling up at the tall dark haired man. "Of course Rin, I'd do anything for you." you said with a cheerful smile. And you meant it. Rintaro Suna was your best friend and probably the best roommate you'd ever had. You'd help him with anything he needed, naïve kindness filling your heart as you helped him with chores, work, self care. It all. Sometimes you were tired, but seeing him light up always seemed to make it all worth it.

He was worth it.

Suna was well aware that you'd always be there to help him. Anything, anytime, he knew he could depend on you. There was no way he couldn't. 2 years of pure happiness with you is impossible to ignore. He'd loved you since the day he met you. He hoped you knew you could do the same, because of course you would. You'd do anything for him right? And he'd kill for you.

No literally, he'd kill for you.

Suna was well aware of the connection you two shared, he knew how much he meant to you. He tricked himself into thinking it was enough. Enough to spend the rest of your life with him at his beckon call. In his hold not needing or wanting anyone else. Only wanting him. Only needing him. He truly believed you two were soulmates, cut from the same cloth and meant to be together.

You were his.

You were made for him.

Your smile, your laugh, your voice. Everything. It was all for him. You knew that. You had to know that. You had to know how you effected him when you'd lean over like that to pick something off of the ground. When you'd smile kindly up at him after making his favorite snack or drink. You had to know how you made his heart race.

How you made his cock throb when you'd fall asleep next to him on the couch.

How your touches would send shivers down his spine. How just your scent left around the house would drive him wild. He knew more than anything you were made for him.

You walked over towards the kitchen, pulling a few ingredients from the pantry and fridge. "Do you want a snack? I know we said we were gonna get dinner later but that's not for awhile right." you called out from the kitchen. Suna was snapped out of his daze, turning to look around for you. He followed your humming into the kitchen, walking behind you as you began to prepare snacks.

He watched you, silent. The shorts you wore fitting you just perfectly, your shirt just a bit too tight. It was perfect. He couldn't stop his mind from racing. He knew you were his.

He should just take what was his.

He moved behind you, his hands moving to your hips as you stood in front of an empty counter, at first reaching up to the cabinet above. You stopped, moving your arm back down as you felt Suna's palms connect with your waist, his hands holding you tightly. You turned your head slightly, trying to look up at him. "Rin? You alright? Need something? Am I in the way?" you asked him, a bit confused.

Why was he so silent?

Suna's head dipped down before his lips connected to yours, his cheeks were hot, a tent pitching in his joggers. This moment was his, yours. It was the start of your new life together and-

"Rin! What the heck?" you asked, your voice a bit louder than you at first wanted as you pulled your head back. "What are you doing? I don't want to-"

"Shut up."

You were cut off as Suna's hands gripped your throat, turning you to face him, painfully pushing you against the countertops. Your eyes widened as he pressed his lips to yours again, forcing his tongue between your lips. He pulled back, his hold and movements aggressive as he kissed you.

You gasped, a horrified look on your face as his lips finally disconnected from yours. You tried to struggle, not knowing much what was going on. "Rin why are you doing this? Please stop I don't want this-" you begged, looking up at him with teary eyes.

You were a mix of emotions. Shocked, scared, confused- the works. He was your best friend, and now his hands were under your shirt, his lips pressed against your neck as he held you still.

"You're mine." he said lowly between kisses. "We belong together."

"No!" you cried out, your legs feeling weak. You wanted to sink to the ground but he held you up, forcing you to stay right where he wanted you.

His hands turned you around, his fingers trekking their way back up to your neck as they did before, wrapping themselves around you. You clenched your teeth as yo felt your bottoms being removed, a hand grazing over your ass.

He kneaded at the flesh before you could hear a zipper being undone behind you. Your tears rolled to his fingers and after a moment you felt his breath near your ear.

"Don't cry kitten I promise to be gentle with you. Nothing would make me want my darling so much I'd hurt her too bad." he said, his voice low, like he was trying to be sweet.

You barely had time to respond before you felt a pained pushing at your entrance. You cried out, hands gripping the counter as he slowly made himself inside, stretching your from lack of foreplay.

His hand loosened from your neck and instead wrapped around your torso, holding you as he began to rock into you. You dropped your head, murmuring "no" "stop" "please" but it was too much. You knew he wouldn't listen.

"I love you Y/N" he said in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"And i'll never let you forget, that you are mine."

"Rin!" you cried out, something changing only to make it hurt. You sobbed as his head moved to your shoulder, right next to your ear as he continued. He slipped his phone from his pocket, propping it up against the countertop and the wall, pressing record.

"I want to remember this moment, the moment I confessed to you and we started our new life together. Side by side. Like it should be." he said looking from the camera to you.

You took a glance noticing it and thought you'd only cry harder. "Please no- I don't want this! Please, don't record this-" you were cut off by his hand slapping over your mouth.

"Shh baby I promised you I'd take good care of you." He said softly, shushing you in your ear. "And that's exactly what I tend to do."

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Spoilt rotten

ꕥ Pairing : Boyf’s bestf suna x reader

ꕥ Synopsis : Stop getting so impatient when your boyfriends bestfriend is around! Greedy girls never have the best of luck.

ꕥ Word count : 2.4K

ꕥ A/N : dw, there’s also still some atsumu action here too

ꕥ TW : fingering, cheating, vouyerism, panty stealing, unconsented photography, non con (?), dub con, dacryphilia, enemies smut, ass spanking, ass play, finger sucking, dom! Suna, dom! sub!, sub! reader, hate sex, pet names, perversion, intrusion, mentions of oral, orgasm denial, cream pie, squirting, size kink, creaming, sex, SMUT LOL, suna is an ass hole, probs more just hate sex suna, 18+

"Why is he here tsumu."

"Calm down, we gotta do our chemistry work together."

"Your girlfriends a bitch."

"Suna what the fuck-"

And thats where chaos started, shouting, arguing, finger pointing, its without a doubt that the man standing infront of you was one of your least favourable people on the planet, however it doesn't help that he was your boyfriends bestfriend.

"Tsumu tell him to leave!" You whine, foot planted on the ground as your eyes angrily peer at the smug face wiped over Suna Rintaro's face. He was nothing but a nightmare, always ruining the minimal time you and Atsumu have together, and it doesn't help that hes never sorry for it. Sometimes you think Atsumu enjoys hanging out with Suna more than he does his girlfriend - and the way he seems to act never disproves it.

"Well y/n...its raining out, I told him he could stay the night..." Atsumu meekly speaks, voice small in fear of your reaction.

Its times like this where you consider breaking up with your boyfriend, he can be so dense sometimes its painful. Can he not see you dont like him? Whys he letting him interrupt your quality time together?

"Suna. Can I speak to you...alone..." Following your command, atsumu leaves the room, almost glad Suna is the one getting into shit and not him.

It was a dull silence, your furious stare peering straight at the dark haired man slouched infront of you. Hands slumped in his pockets and blank, bored expression planted on him. "Why cant you just leave him alone?"

"What do you mean leave him alone? I dont swing like th-"

"Not in that way! Your always coming here, taking 'tsumu away, whether it be volleyball or work. Im so done with you!" Voice heightened and finger wagged in his face, you were angry to say the least. But he didn't seem to care, as always he was too bothered in his phone to actually give a shit about your words. It was hopeless, you almost came to the conclusion of actually breaking up with atsumu.

'I give up-' you sigh, arms flailing as you move to sit on the couch. Hands cupping your face in frustration and agony. It was only when suna could see you were visibly upset he seemed to care...or so you thought. 'This is pointless.'

'Do you mind not sitting on my jacket? I don't want your tears on it.'

'Wh- as if I'd ever shed a tear on you rintaro.'

The glint in his eyes went unmissed by you, but truth be told suna loved seeing you like this. Fiesty, talking back. He loved your sharp mouth witty tongue, but was always so confused on why you settled for atsumu, he was nothing but goofy - and annoying -.

He never revealed the truth, the real reason why he loved staying around you so much, as if he would - to be caught preying on his bestfriends girlfriend? To be caught stealing her dirty panties from his laundry basket and rubbing his cock with it, imagining it's her on her knees for him and NOT for atsumu. He deserves you, he craves you, needs you even...but hell if he would let you know this. Without a fight anyways...

'Get up.' He ordered, hand grabbing onto your wrist as he dragged you off the couch, your legs instinctively wobbling upwards and hands fallen flat on his chest.

'Fuck! Ouch- atleast handle me with care.'

'What, are you a box or something' he chuckles, your eyes rolling at his pathetic attempt at a joke 'I wonder how atsumu got lucky with a girl like you y/n, you sure do put people in their place...'

'What? The fuck are you on about?'

'Don't blush too hard, just saying...' lips move to mutter closer against your ear, his thumb rubbing circles into your weak wrist as your chests were so close, so close to touching. 'You still got a nasty ass tongue on you'

'You fucking dick-'

'Speak like that a fucking gain ill have to put you in your place-'

'Or what...'

'Such a fucking slut I swear I'll-'

The tension in the room was instantly cut by atsumu calling out your names, your hands ripped apart from his touch as you both walked forth into the bedroom, only to see him laid on the bed flicking through the television.

'Movie?'

Muffled noises of a random horror film was played in the background, you, however, were too focused on how you managed to get planted between suna and atsumu, the glare of sunas phone too distracting to watch a film, but you didn't wanna upset atsumu, after all he already seems stressed enough from your prior argument, you wouldn't wanna upset him more would you?

The clock next to you showed 1am. The room was dark, lights turned off and the streets outside were silent, it felt like the film had been playing forever, the stupid animation of some creepy dolls killing humans, what a waste of time.

'Tsumu...' you whisper, lips moving to tap at his neck, fingers clawing lower between his thighs, your teeth clasping the skin of his neck, denting dark purple circles into him. 'Need you so bad...'

If suna isn't gonna leave, your not gonna give up your sex life for him.

'Not now y/n...' he mutters, pulling you into his lap and mumbling against your lips, erection digging right into your slit.

A disappointed whine escaped your mouth as you turned around to face the TV, atsumu's arms hugging you closer to his body. The flick of your eye showed you suna wasn't half interested, his phone tossed to a side as he watched the film, hands cupped behind his head and eyes almost asleep.

It wasn't until you felt atsumu's fingers crawl between your legs that you tensed up again, his head leaning forth on your shoulder to kiss your cheek, lips curling towards your ears as he spoke as quietly as he could 'gotta be quiet then...'

His digits wasted no time massaging your clit through your panties, slow agonising circles that had your breathing drop and legs close together, your fingers clawing onto his arm as you tried your best to focus on the film, Suna next to you still not noticing.

You almost rode him from how good he felt, tip nudging at your g spot as he finally pushed his fingers inside you, rubbing you how you like. His grip on your waist tightening, pulling you closer to him.

'Yes...yes like that...' a silent whine left your lips as you kept trying to reach your climax, the pace of his fingers increasing, thumb rubbing circles right into your soft spot, your body almost numb from him, it's been so long you swear you felt like you could fuck him for hours.

'This films shit. Imma sleep.' Suna interrupted, Atsumus action halting to a stop. You felt like crying, you were so so close, Suna probably knew that too.

'Ah..okay. Well maybe we should sleep then' He speaks, placing you on the bed next to Suna and getting up to turn the television off. You angrily throw the covers over your head and drift off to sleep, upset and disappointed.

The clock showed 3am. You wouldn’t stop tossing and turning, no matter what you couldn’t fall asleep. Atsumu’s back faced towards you as Suna was laying upright, soft snores escaping your boyfriends mouth.

‘Quit moving-‘ suna whispered, eyes flickering open to look at you as you slumped your head against your pillow, peering at his messy form. Hair draped over his sleepy, cat like eyes and long hands gently nudging your exposed thigh.

‘Fuck off.’

‘Cant sleep?’

‘What do you think.’

‘Just fucking sleep-‘ was his last words before pulling the duvet over his head and attempting to fall back asleep.

The clock was ticking but you were wide awake, silently you dragged yourself out of bed, waddling downstairs into the kitchen for some water.

Goosebumps trembled up your legs at the feeling of being so exposed, shorts showing the lower curve of your ass and your white tank top hardly protecting anything, glasses nudged up on your nose so you could see what you were doing.

Filling up a glass of water, you drank it all, the droplets of water dripping down your top and collecting at your boobs, but you couldn’t care, you felt like an insomniac.

‘Since you woke me up, the least you could do is get me a glass’

The voice behind you startled you, Suna stood at the doorway, sweatpants hung at his hips as he stretches his back, legs nearing towards you as he leans over you to snatch a glass from the cupboard.

‘Didn’t you sleep?’

‘No, you wouldn’t stop fucking moving’

‘Well there’s just not enough room in the bed for the three of us’

‘True, you should’ve went home’ he nonchalantly speaks, taking a sip from his glass of water and setting it on the desk. Standing infront of your smaller figure, the reflection of the moonlight really bringing out your eyes.

‘I’ve had it up to here with you suna! Just fuck off god the only reason I fucking speak to you is cause your always around fucking MY BOYF-‘

‘You speak too much.’ He says, pushing his fingers deep down your throat, so far you were gagging, finger nails gripping at his wrist to let you go. He wouldn’t though, instead he pushed you closer to the worktop, spinning you round and slamming you face first with the cold marble.

‘G-get off of me’

‘Fuck no- you think you deserve it? Interrupting my sleep? Shouting at me? Swearing at me?’

‘Of course you deserve it you pr- AH’ Your retaliation earnt you a harsh slap to your ass, back arched even closer down, tits spewing out of your top, cold nipples erect from the glass.

The skin of your ass was flushed red, his fingers moving to grip at your skin, tweezing it, long fingers dragged lower and lower towards your entrance, examining how you try your hardest to close your thighs, but the grip between your legs prevents that.

‘Your such a brat, don’t think I didn’t notice miya fingering you earlier, you that desperate?’ He tugs your hair, your back arched and eyes tilted to meet his.

‘A-ah I don’t know what your talking about.’

‘Don’t fucking lie. Did you even cum?’

‘…’

‘Such a brat hm? Fine. Gonna be like that, I’ll make sure your crying to cum at the end of the night’ dragging your lips into his, he spits down your throat, drool lathering at the edges of your mouth as his tongue swirls down your throat. Large cock prodding from behind you, his free hand moving to palm at himself, gathering the slick from your cunt as his pre-cum earning a whine from you.

‘Ah- suna…’

‘Want me to fuck this pretty pussy hm? Fuck it better than your precious boyfriend ever could? You want that?’ He mocks

‘Y-yes yes ah- please…’

It didn’t take much protesting until he pushes inside of you, your lip bitten down harshly in an attempt to not scream, he was so big. Long vein struck all through his cock, nudging at your tight walls. Small thrusts of his hips had you almost going feral, the lewd noises filling up the hollow walls of the kitchen.

Your ass shook against his thighs, slamming and haltering by his hips, sharp slaps sent to your core as he kept playing with you. His cock felt so good, prodding you so well, he was almost made for you.

��Feels so good baby…’

‘Gotta keep it down princess, don’t want miya hearing do ya? Or do ya…?’

‘NO- no no ill- fuck yeah- keep quiet…’

‘Good girl…’ he kept going, your tits violently shaking under you, thighs trembling and slick pooling at your stomach, the knot was tightening and you were so close to cumming. Red marks on your ass defining his hand print, your sore lips being dragged into another sloppy kiss as you came closer and closer to your end.

‘Gn’ cum’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah yeah…fuck…’

It was then he pulled out, a sharp gasp sent from your mouth as you eagerly try your best to thrust back onto his cock, his large hand moving to push on your ass, preventing you from moving.

‘Ya gotta earn it doll? Whose the better fucker, me? Or your boyfriend ?’

‘Y-you’ you meekly whisper, body to weak to respond

‘What’s that?’

‘You, you baby please- need you so bad please..’

‘And what do you need me to do princess?’

‘Make me cum, wanna cum so much on your cock please, wanna milk you so bad please daddy please…’ you were so close to crying, tears brimming the water line of your eyes. You felt so deprived, you needed him to fuck you again.

‘Fine baby… go for it.’

He slammed deep inside you, your eyes falling to the back of your head as you cried a moan, hips jolting at an inhumane pace inside your tight pussy, you were milking him out, clenching around him so well he almost forgot what he was doing, your cum spurting over his cock, your body weakly moaning as you wailed a loud cry. He finished soon after, warm spurts of white leaked inside of you.

‘F-fuck..’ he lowly groaned, pulling himself out of you and admiring what a mess he’s made inside of your pretty pussy.

Turning your head around you were faced with the flash of his camera, capturing your exposed, fucked out face. And zooming into the mess he’s made in your pussy, his fingers plunging inside to make sure you don’t drop any.

‘What are you doing?!’

‘Sending this to atsumu, ya don’t think he deserves a girlfriend who would cheat on him, do ya princess?’

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inactiveanimeblog · 2 years

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INCEL! SUNA X READER

ATTENTION do not read this if you are not interested in reading these topics. this is a dark story and i don’t want anyone crying about it in my comments.

tw : suna fantasizes about noncon, story leads to eventual noncon that is not written, slut shaming, incel! suna, reader is actually a good person but suna is misogynistic, suna is obsessive in hateful a way, they are third years in high school so 18+

loser incel suna who hates the popular kids, but really hates you :(.

you’re the most popular girl in school. the prettiest. the nicest. the most trendy.

suna doesn’t understand it. why must a girl be popular based on her looks? he looks good too, yet he doesn’t get any second glances spared his way. no attention, no friends.

you, on the other hand are praised like a goddess.

and he swears that under all that sweetness and selflessness you show of yourself is a real insecure bitch who wants everyone to love her.

you just have to act like the girl next door do you? you must know about all the positive attention you get. he bets with every last dime in his bank account that you feed off of it. you love the attention. it’s no mistake you wear a low cut top or a short skirt.

you want people to desire you. but hey? who is he to judge? if anything he enjoys it. enjoys seeing you be such a try hard. it’s actually quite funny to him. how are you not so embarrassed by it?

when a school project comes along he’s more than happy that the teacher pairs you guys up to be partners. he’ll break you. he’ll see what type of person you truly are.

at first, this is exactly what he expected. that’d you be nice to him and treat him like he’s everyone else. not some loser that nobody likes. and he’s actually quite surprised that you accept his invitation to work on the project at his house.

when you go over later that day to start working you still have that stupid smile on your face. you make it seem so genuine. he knows in your head you’re judging him, you’re disgusted by him, you’re only here to save your own ass and be liked by him just like everyone else likes you. you really think you’re the it girl huh?

what would happen if he kissed you? would you push him off of you? would you hit him?

how about if he reached underneath your skirt to get a feel of your slutty panties? he just knows you would beg him to stop. cry and call for help. but poor little ‘ol you. his parents work late tonight and no ones here but you two.

he knows deep down inside you would like it. and you would take every inch of his cock inside you like the true whore you really are. he can already imagine how wet you’ll be.

you’d be crying in hysterics on the outside, but your drenched cunt would say otherwise. you want this. you want him to want you.

and he’s gonna prove his theory tonight when you’re least expecting it.

#yandere haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #suna rinataro x reader #yandere rintaro #suna smut #suna headcanons #suna drabble #suna x y/n

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xobabyalina · 3 years

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SunFlower

Dub-con, non-con?, incest, manipulation, virgin!reader, size kink?, Crybaby!reader, Mean!Suna

Word count: 825

This is for the decadence collab!!

@sugawara-sweetheart

Summary: You just turned 18 and your Suna-nii wants to be the first to corrupt you.

Suna-nii loves you so much! It’s only fair if he attends your birthday party. He misses you. His mind was everywhere, you were finally eighteen! He was so happy for you but that wasn’t the only reason.

He was driving home to see you all grown up. You were just as happy to see your nii-chan but both were for different reasons. Though maybe it was your fault for not realizing it because suna-nii knows how dumb you really were.

Suna-nii wouldn’t be thinking of corrupting you right now if you weren’t so pretty. It was really all your fault.

He had arrived at his childhood home walking in and noticing you in the living room with a cake and knife in hand everyone surrounding you but you didn’t care about them all you wanted was to see was your nii-chan and when you did your heart lit-up and it was clearly evident on your face.

Your nii-Chan gave you a sleepy grin. You looked as happy as ever. It was endearing truly but suna-nii wanted to see you crying from pain and pleasure from his cock. Oh, how good you would look while tears were streaming down your face.

The thought made him almost groan. Safe to say when the parties over he’d be taking you to his room to have a fun night, even if you didn’t agree. He was going to make you feel so good.

Suna ate a piece of the colorful cake. It tasted good but probably not as good as you did. He had watched the clock every time a minute passed he wanted it to be midnight already and when the clock did strike midnight he was ecstatic. Everyone went out and eventually everyone was gone and your parents were going somewhere. Who knows where.

Suna didn’t care about them right now; all that was on his mind was the fact that you and he were alone in the house. He could practically do anything to you.

“y/n, how old are you?” Suna asked, making the worst small talk. “Eighteen, why? Shouldn’t nii-chan already know how old I am? You didn’t forget did you?” You said with a small pout. Oh, how your nii-Chan missed you, you had such a small brain barely anything could stay in there.

“Aw, I’m sorry. I can make it up to you? Come on, let’s go to my room?” He said while giving his hand for you to take. You nodded not thinking much of it, of course you didn’t think much of it. You were after all an air-head.

—

You couldn’t process what was happening. Your nii-chan had you under his arms, looking straight down at you. “You're eighteen now right? Can I show you something? Think you're gonna like it.” Suna said with a sleazy grin. He had gotten up and started taking everything off.

“Nii-chan, what’re you doing?” You questioned. “Nothing, just relax for me ‘k?” He had said. He put his hands on your thighs spreading them apart. “H-hey, nii-Chan I d-don’t think we should do this.” You said looking to the side. Though your request has fallen upon deaf ears.

It was Suna’s lucky day really. He had you under him and you were wearing a skirt. It made things so much easier for him. He hooked a finger around your panties and snapped them, he had broken your panties. “Nii-chan! No, don’t do that!” You said whining. “ ‘s okay, just relax. It’ll feel good, promise” he said with a groan looking at your cunt.

He had already managed to line himself up with your entrance. Nii-Chan wanted to see you cry taking his cock and you were so wet it wouldn’t hurt if he skipped prepping you right? Yeah, it’d be fine.

His cock was so hard it hurt and when he pressed into you, seeing your face contort into pain it almost made him cum on sight.

It burned for you. It didn’t feel good. Your nii-chan lied to you! “Nii-chan, i-it hurts r-really bad-“ your whine was cut when he had sheathed himself inside and made you scream. Your tears were already flowing down your cheeks.

It was just as suna thought you virgin cunt felt so good. “Shh, you can take it. You want to make your nii-chan feel good right?” He grunted through clenched teeth.

“N-nii-Chan you’re too big. H-hurts!” You whined again. “Shut up, and take it, stop whining, I said I would make you feel you didn’t I?” Suna said.

He moved one of his hands from beside your head up to your mouth. Covering your loud whines. He thrusted in and out, groaning every time your cunt squeezed down on him so tight.

You had trusted your nii-chan to make you feel good and eventually it did but it cost you a hurt cunt, twitchy legs but it was worth it to make your nii-chan happy, right?

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blxksun · 3 years

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In The Dark

suna rintarou x reader

cw| yandere themes, voyeurism, mentions of masturbation(male), mentions of oral (female), suggestion of violence, suggestion of kidnapping, noncon photography, noncon distribution of photograph, angsty, more that i might’ve missed.

wc| 1.06k

synopsis: after another night of watching, suna realizes that your interests are still straying further from him.

Why did this feel wrong? Why was the feeling of betrayal pulling at his heart as he watched you? Why was he watching you? Well, your curtains are open so you must’ve wanted an audience. Maybe it was wrong for him to reach his hand down and rub over the tent obviously growing in his lounge pants. But seeing you like that, unaware of his long past lingering gaze, did something to him.

You looked so content with the boy from your science class between your legs. Were you really that much of a slut? You were unknowingly breaking through the image he so kindly created of you for himself. Were his advances not enough? He was nice to you and treated you like the princess he was sure you were, but you didn’t want that.

How could he be so stupid? You wanted him to belittle you to nothing more than a hole for him to fuck. Why didn’t he think of that? He wouldn’t have been so nice, seeing that you like when you’re walked over. That guy in your room, talked a lot about when you weren’t around. Heck, you don’t see it but he pulled his phone out and took a picture of you while he straightened up.

“Fuck Rintarou, what’s wrong with you?” He questioned himself. He had long since gotten off, but he’s punishing himself because of his stupidity. He did know that he’d have to kill that boy, but he knows this time it’s truly his fault. He let you think you could talk to other people in a way like that. Plus the guy had a photo he wanted.

It was enough he tasted you and felt your insides before could. Enough that he seen your face while you orgasmed?, he couldn’t call it that. But the thought of more people seeing something he has yet to truly see for himself, filled him with malice. So that’s what he did, when he saw the boy getting ready to leave, he walked outside.

“Hey you!” he yelled out, getting a startled reaction out of the boy. “AYEE SUNA!, what’s up?” he asked. “Just out for smoke honestly” he answered back. “That’s what’s up, can I hit?” the boy asked. Suna nodded his head, but before the boy could, he wanted to know something. “What were you doing at (Y/N)’s house?” he asked.

“We were supposed to be finishing up the assignment, but I got a little lucky” the boy said. So that’s where he was going with this, Suna thought to himself. The boy only preformed oral on you, but he was going to say that you let him fuck. That picture he took, with your cum leaking out could prove that narrative.

He was going to make you look like a whore, so maybe if Suna saved you from that, you’d reciprocate his hidden feelings for you. Right? “It’s cold out, my parents aren’t here, we’ll smoke inside” Suna offered. The boy couldn’t have been more dense to the vibes that Suna was giving off. “Yeah, alright” the boy agreed.

All it took was one little lie after that. Suna finished that assignment and turned it in, so your grade didn’t suffer and even deleted that photo of you from the boy’s phone. Well ,after sending it to himself and deleting the proof. It was the next day and he pretended to be distraught. The teachers were informing everyone that the boy took his life.

Suna wanted to see your reaction, he wanted to see how much you trusted him. So when he seen you walking up to him between classes while he smoked, his heart was giddy. “Suna, can I tell you something?” you had asked. You looked like you were crying, bad. Why? “Sure what’s up?”, he replied.

“I was with him last night and things kinda went, you know, but he killed himself afterwards” you vented. So that’s how much you trust him. “He came over and we were smoking, he showed me a picture of you I guess after you did what you did, but he said he wanted to do that before he let himself go” Suna ‘admitted’.

Yes, the look on your face. The realization that he had taken a picture of you was beginning to bother you. If he wanted to kill himself only after doing something with you, why would he take a picture? Then a narrative had formed in your mind, he was going to share it. If that was the case why had Suna said what he said?

“You know, I liked what I saw” He said, causing your cheeks to flush in embarrassment. “Sun-“ you were cut off. “I’m kidding, you’re so easy to bother” he laughed. You felt safe, so you laughed too. If only you picked up on the clues—the inconsistency—maybe just maybe you would’ve said no.

“You free tonight?” he asked. “Yeah, why?” you replied. “Could you come over?” he asked. “What are we doing?” you asked. “Anything to occupy ourselves” he said, blowing out smoke. “Okay” you had agreed. “Wait for me at the front of the school” he said before the bell rang. You nodded and rushed off to your class. Oh the day really didn’t go in your favor.

You asked your parents if you could go over, but they heard about the rain. You almost got saved by that, until that was called out as a mistake and it was actually the next town over. You got permission, well that’s good, they know where you are. Until your phone is stolen after gym. But, you said you were going to Suna’s house. Well until he decided he wanted to explore the town.

You were supposed to be back by now. It’s dark, why aren’t you answering your phone? Oh what a whore, is this why you aren’t answering your phone? An unknown number sending your parents that picture from the other night. They ought to go over to Suna’s and curse the both of you out.

So why aren’t you there? Where exactly are you? And why does Suna look distraught? Boy did those youth acting classes work in his favor. But the time would come when all those answers would be revealed. But for now everyone has to be in the dark, like he once was.

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tatakaebomb · 2 years

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stepbrother with suna? (nsfw)

Hope this is okay. Was gonna make a long fic but assumed it was a one shot.

- ash

tw : stepcest, oral, fingering, sex tape, mentions of sex work, dacryphilia, degradation, pet names, anal, cream pie, 18+

NSFW 18+

wc : 0.9k

'Is it on?'

'I don't know, just hurry up. They'll be home soon.'

Setting up your camera, you place it on the desk infront of you. Tits covered by the man behind you, as he holds tightly onto your hips. Face out of the camera.

'Dont get too excited, can already feel you inside of me...' you whine, eyes glinting over your shoulder only to see a wink sent your way. Your step brother prodding his cock at your entrance, lazily gathering your slick over his flushed mushroom tip.

'From how wet you are baby, you ain't one to talk...'

Fingers prodding at your entrance, he took no time to quickly slip inside you. Cock slamming inside your tight hole, whines eliciting from your gaping mouth, hands aimlessly clawing at the wood of the table.

You and your step brother were no strangers to each other's romance, constant stares and flirty comments led you to be pinned against the table, ass up as he tugs at your nipples, orgasm after orgasm ripped out of your body.

This soon attracted an audience, an only fans account made of you and your step brother fucking each other into oblivion. His veiny cock nudging at the sensitive part of your g spot. Soft, wet walls clamming down on him, head and eyes fallen backwards, your pretty moans dragging thousands of dollars from people as twisted as you two.

He always thought you were pretty, the first time his eyes set on yours was when he knew he wanted you, needed you almost. Hand brushing over his mushroom tip every night, thumb rubbing over the sounds of your muffled moans whenever you touched yourself. The feeling of your used panties rubbed against his overstimmed cock was his favourite thing to do, it was the closest he could get to you. He knew it was wrong, but that never stopped him.

And it never stopped you, from that day when you walked in on him he's had you on your knees, taught you how to fuck his cock right. Taught you how to swirl your tongue across his tip and massage his balls. Taught you how to push your legs to your chest so he could see the mess he's made in your pussy. Taught you how to cope with the feeling of his dick pushed balls deep in your ass. Taught you how to stay silent when he fingers your cunt under the dinner table with your entire family sat there eating.

'A-ah shit...' you blabber, tits jolting fast infront of the camera, hair quickly pulled back as he drew you into a long kiss, saliva and spit shared between the two of you. Flesh of your ass clapping against his strong thighs, arch of your back lowered as the camera clearly showed the red of your behind from where he's spanked and played with you.

'Fuckkk...feels so good daddy...' voice rippled and muttered, skin of your lip bit harshly, blood drawn from the sensitive parts as your legs began to tremble from his girth, wet noises evoked and viewers spewing in faster and faster.

'I- you've gone tighter baby...' He mutters, the pull of your neck clearly showing the hickeys and dribble of saliva connecting to your cleavage, pretty pink tongue panting out of the side of your mouth, you really felt like a bitch in heat.

'M gonna cum daddy...'

'Hm?' A harsh spank to your ass sent you forward. Cute dimples shown on camera from how hard you were attempting to stifle your hopeless moan, to prevent the orgasm he was so close to ripping out of you. 'Your gonna cum? So soon isnt it..'

'Ah- yeah fuck, like that...'

'Your such a slut for your step brother. What if mom and dad found out hm? You want that? You want them to walk in on your brother fucking you so hard.'

'N-no nii-chan...Ah fuck-'

'Say it. Show me you wanna cum that bad.' He forces your face towards the camera, your red swollen eyes on display as tears stream down your cheeks, your face completely exposed but at this point you didn't care, you needed to squirt and cream all over your big brothers cock.

'I'm a slut, im a slut for my nii-Chan, my step brother... fuck fuck fuck please...' you drag, long fingers trapping your oesophagus, the ring on his middle finger pushing into your skin, the cold of the metal sending pulses through your body, shivers through your spines, ones strengthening the tightened knot in your stomach.

His remaining hand cupping the soft flesh of your tits, a sadistic smirk lifting from his lips at your pleading, his favourite part of every time he fucks you.

'Cum then, squirt for me baby...'

The next day was like usual for suna, walk into practice, tired and exhausted. Body slumped and mind only focused on you and how he wants to fuck you over and over again like he did the night before.

'Suna!' Aran called, waving suna over to where everyone was crowded. Confusion slightly evident on why everyone was so interested in atsumus phone...

'Huh? What's going on?' He mutters, pushing to the front of the crowd, only to be faced with the shocked faces of his team mates, scrolling mindlessly on an open page.

'Suna. I didn't know y/n had an only fans?'

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tatakaebomb · 2 years

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Just for you

ꕥ Pairing : Yandere! Suna x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : Don’t trust strangers. Especially not good looking celebrity ones who like lasagna.

ꕥ Word count : 2.4k

ꕥ A/N : not my best work but hey ho… requests welcome

ꕥ TW : yandere behaviour, kinda slow burn, SMUT, cockwarming, somniophilia, dacryphilia, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome (?), extreme gaslighting, mentions of rape, non con, dub con, mistrust, deception, y/n being a dumbass, praise, insecurity mention, praise kink, slight misogyny, suna creepy, nipple play, tweaking, mentions of punishment, confusion, paralysion (?), repayment, rough sex, probs more warnings overall suna just weird creepy yandere. 18+

'Americano. Black. Take out please'

You sigh as you put in another order, the time was 6pm and you were done for the day. The last few orders were always the worst, you would have your typical customers, the ones that linger for just a bit too long nearing closing times, the ones that would talk to you while your hands are filled. But you always had to keep a smile up, that's your job.

The cafe you worked at was quaint. Out of the way from majority of the centre however was fairly popular, more particularly with the old people. That's why it took you for a slight shock when you saw the volley ball player standing before you, fresh from practice as he tapped away mindlessly at his phone. Eyes glued to the screen as you attempted to check him out.

'Do I ask why he's here... no dont be weird y/n..' you thought to yourself, steaming the coffee and pouring it into the paper cup. Head swung in the middle of nowhere.

'Here you go. One americano to go.' You placed the top on the cup and handed it to him, a slightly larger smile for a celebrity. But you were too embarrassed to show your a slight fan, attempting to ignore him standing tall infront of you.

'Thankyou. Here you go.'

He looks up from his screen to hand you $2. Taking it you took out his change reaching over to hand it back to him only for him to be gone.

'Damn didn't even get to speak to him.' You groaned, emptying your hand into the till and moving to clean up the remaining tables.

As the days progressed you soon became familiar with his presence. He would come in 6pm sharp every Tuesday Thursday and Saturday. He was extremely closed off, the only words passed between the two of you were hi and bye really. He was just a regular customer at the end of the day, consuming your black coffee and leaving.

'Lemme guess, black americano? Take out?'

'Yep' he laughed, handing you the change in your hand as you turned around to make his order. Grounding the coffee in the machine as you placed hot water into the cup.

'What's your name?'

'Hm? Oh y/n. Well I would ask yours but I'm already familiar with who you are' you chuckle, glancing over your shoulder to see him smiling down at his phone. Not sure if he just ignored you or just couldn't hear you.

'Here you go sir. An americano to go.' You handed the cup over to him, his eyes still glued to his screen.

'Suna.'

'Hm?'

'Call me suna.'

He finally looked up from his screen, a small smile being passed from between the two of you as you glint in triumph at his request.

'Sure thing...suna.'

Grabbing his cup he quickly left, your eyes attached to the way he walked off and out quickly, his volleyball shirt still on as fans rapidly recognised him and chased after him, even with his mask and hat on.

What a nice guy.

'Ma'am I cant do that'

'Useless bitch don't you own this place?'

'I'd appreciate if you don't swear at me or else you can leave.'

The woman standing behind the counter, pointing her finger at you for whatever reason was really starting to get on your nerves. Ticking you right off, patience running extremely low. Your teeth gritting in an attempt to not tell her to go fuck herself infront of all the rest of your customers.

'You know what. FINE. I'm leaving now. MOVE!' She said, shoving the next incoming customer out the way. Your fingers moving up to rub against your temple as you exhaled out your stress. Day getting worse by the second.

This Saturday was hectic. Customers shouting and complaining whilst your hands piled with dishes. People wanting refunds from the coffee or updates from what's going on. You could hardly deal with all the commotion happening.

'She didn't seem to happy.'

'Hm? Oh hi suna. You okay?' You smile, finally someone who doesn't annoy you walking into the shop.

'Yeah. You?'

'Never been worse. Oh I already prepared your americano. Here you go.'

You pushed the drink towards him, popping the lid on top as you handed him the optional stirrer he likes carrying.

'Do you want some help?'

'Wh- No. No no your my customer I cant do that. Thankyou though. The drinks free by the way.

Refusing the offer you open the till, voiding his item and letting him have it on the house for being such a committed customer.

It was generous you won't lie, running this place was hard enough as it was, especially when there's only 3 of you working. Even just the offering was enough to get you back into a good mood. It wasn't often that someone was overly kind to you at this place.

'Here. Atleast take a tip. You know for having the order ready before.'

He emptied his change out into the pot at the front of the till, all of his coins almost filling the small cup to the brim. You were slightly shocked at how much his wallet actually contained.

'Thankyou...wow erm-'

And before you knew it he was gone.

Every now and then he would come and over pay, over tip even. As the days went on so did his generosity, but he acted like it was just nothing. Breezing through his phone, grabbing his coffee and leaving. It probably was nothing. He just wanted to make someone's day.

Wiping the tables down your head span with the amount of stress leaving it. Closing time had finally came. 6:30 on the dot you closed every day. It was a tiring Sunday, and a dramatic end to the week but your happy it happened to come to a close so fast.

Pulling the shutters down you walk outside, earphones plugged in your ears as you walk down the cold streets.

'Shit- sorry are y- suna?'

Looking up you saw the tall figure towering over you, his keys phone and wallet scattered across the floor from the collision. Rapidly, you offered a helping hand collecting his things for him and passing it over.

'Sorry I should've watched where I'm going...' he muttered, flickering his phone on and off to check if it still works properly. News flash, it does.

'I'm really sorry about that, that was completely my fault.'

Peering down at you, suna took in your smaller figure. Eyes darker from the dark sky and moonlight reflecting off you. Small hoodie draped over you and a larger puffer coat keeping you warm. A smile wrapped slightly at the sight of how cute you looked right now, gloved fingers intertwined with each other as you nervously figured out what to do. Although his phone was smashed, his mind was elsewhere.

'Just a screen. I can get it fixed.'

'Are you sure? I'm so so sorry please I- I didn't mean to I should've seen where I was going but I was too dis-'

'It's fine.'

'Can I make it up to you?'

Your offering made sunas eyes widened slightly, mischevious gleam in his gaze as he knew you'd do anything right now. Don't wanna lose a valued customer right? Especially one whose a celebrity...

He didn't wanna deny it you were pretty, a pretty girl. The type of girl he loves. The type of girl to not take shit but also so sweet and kind-hearted when it comes to it. The one you can rely and fall back on for anything. ANYTHING. You were his perfect woman. But suna wasn't a relationship type man, he knew how they all ended.

'Erm- you know how to cook?'

The question caught you off guard, cook? Sure you can cook. Bit of a weird ask but gotta do what you gotta do...

'Yeah- yeah I can cook...'

'...Wanna come back to mine and maybe make lasagna...'

You never thought you'd be in THE Suna rintaros house. The one and only. You were trying not to go full fan girl mode at this time but it was so hard not to. Your jaw was slacked open at the sight of how beautiful his kitchen was. The LED light ringed around the table as the counters around it were spotless. Not a speck insight. For such a beautiful luxury it doesn't really seem like he used it much.

'The pots and stuff are there, cutlery there and...I don't really know what you need but I have everything in the fridge.'

'Do you not know how to cook?'

'No...'

'Wanna learn?'

A nod to his head had you smiling, grabbing the saucepan and pouring the oil into it. A knife and chopping board being handed over to him. A onion laid flat in the middle of it.

'Cut down the middle, and dice it. Then just put it in there.'

Listening to your words he slowly cut, the bubbling oil on the sauce pan getting louder as you prepared the mince and other vegetables. He couldn't help but glance over at you, you were such a natural in the kitchen, moving so fast and getting everything into position. You'd be such an amazing girlfriend.

'Done. Do I just put it in here?'

'Yeah, then just let it simmer and add the mince.'

He listened to your words, and shortly after ended up scrapping together a pretty neat lasagna. He was quite shocked with what a small bit of help could really do. But he didn't wanna touch it, knowing that you helped him make it, you put love into this...

'Taste test?' You cupped your hands infront of yourself, rolling on your toes slightly as you waited for him to take a bite.

'I'm not really that hungry, I'll eat in a bit...'

He knew he wasn't gonna eat. He just couldn't touch such perfection, not when someone as beautiful as you was around him.

Grabbing a chair you say next to him, head leaned into your hand as you peered at him, his green eyes staring back at you admirably.

'Now that I think about it I might've trusted you a bit too easily. For all I know you could be a mass murderer.' You chuckled.

It's true you really were stupid.

'Yeah, luckily I'm not though...just a standard volleyball player after all.'

Blunt humour had you chuckling, the sound of your giggling was like music to his ears.

He loved how much you spoke. How a simple question about what you study was enough to have you blabbering for the next hour. Suna was always a listener. He's all ears for you. The giddy amph in your voice had him swooned, enough to have him wrapped around your finger.

The clock was ticking, time was passing. Sighting upwards you saw it was almost 1am. You needed to return home at this point, at a strangers home till the new strike of day? Are you stupid.

'Thankyou suna... your house is beautiful i really do appreciate it...' you smile. Pretty eyes looking up into his. Shimmering gloss in your pupils, his hooded lids stupor into yours.

'Thankyou for teaching me how to cook, I'll put that to use...'

‘Ah no problem, better than you using your phone all the time. I'm really sorry about, you know, your phone screen...' you grit, completely forgetting about what made you come here in the first place. But never had suna ever been so happy for any type of damage towards his phone.

'The lasagna made up for it. Honestly.'

The lasagna he couldn't touch because of you.

Waving a hand you was about to walk off, but he couldn't let you. You couldn't leave, not when you were so domestic. You cant lead him on like this surely? It might be a bit entitled but suna deserves atleast a kiss on the cheek or something?! He's a celebrity sparing his time for YOU. What does he do?! Quick suna THINK THINK SHES GOING AWAY-

BANG

Waking up dizzy you felt your head spin, body unmoving as you felt your legs go weak, cunt throbbing harshly as something was plugged at your cunt.

'Wh- ah- AH-'

'Fuck- your finally awake hm...'

Looking up through hooded eyes you manage to see the outline of suna, sweat dripping down his forehead as his hands cupped around your waist, your body stripped naked as you were relaxed against his chest, cock warming him .

'What's going on?! GET OFF OF ME?!' You screamed attempting to push yourself off but his grip was way too harsh, he smiled at the sight of you being so spoilt.

'No way. I've waited far too long for you.'

His lips move to attach to your neck, your head slinging back giving him more space to move as he rolled his hips gently inside of you. You beginning to feel the knot in your stomach come together as much as you tried not too.

'Wh-why-'

'You'd be such a pretty house wife y/n. Cooking and cleaning, serving me. I promise I'll pay well. I'll treat you so- so fuck-fucking good-'

His fingers trailed up your body, stroking at your nipple as his lips moved lower towards your stomach, gentle kisses placed around you as your back arched into his touch. Head spinning from the concussion.

'You cant expect me not to pay you back...knowing my orders? Always greeting me with a smile... teaching me how to cook. Your so sweet to me.'

His hips thrusted harsh inside of you. A moan ripping aloud as your eyes fell back at the feeling of his ripped girth inside of you. The more you attempted to reject him the better he made you feel.

'Suna no- no pl- ah- please... I don't want this..' you refused. Gentle hands pushing against his chest as he began fucking inside of you. Sloppy sex noises filling the room as you reluctantly began biting your lip, tits moving up and down with every slow hit he made. Your clit untouched and puffy.

'You do baby...I know you do...'

Slamming you on and off of him he built up the pace rapidly. Lips attaching to yours, fingers pinching your jaw open whilst his tongue explored your mouth. The taste of black coffee lingered on your tongue as he couldn't help but smirk at your bitter expression. Laying you down on the bed his hips rocked faster, your arms mindlessly moving to cup around his neck as your wet pussy clamped around him. Moans finding their way down his throat, his dick urging for the need to cum inside of you. To make you his...

'Suna-'

A slap to your face had you whimpering, eyes streaming with tears at this point. Doe eyes staring up at him as he spat down your throat, smirking at how you spit mixed with his.

'Complain again and your getting whipped I Promise. Your so pretty when you cry baby...'

You felt yourself nearing your end, body shaking as he kept kissing you. His soft lips prodding at you as your legs began to shake, pussy quenching at the feeling of your g spot being repeatedly hit. Body not processing the idea of what's going on right now as your salty tears streamed down into your mouths.

‘Yea- yeah…’ you cooed, tongue lolling out slightly as your drool fell onto the blankets under you. Your fingers intertwining into sunas hair as his growled ripped down your throat. Fingers harshly tweezing at your nipples as you began to cry harder at what’s going on. You couldn’t stop this, not with how good he was making you feel right now.

‘Sun-suna I’m g-gonna cum…’ you babbled, heavy panting shared between the two of you coherently.

‘Good girl baby I knew you could take me…c-cum princess…’

His praise had you swelling, forgetting all about his despicable behaviour, the knot in your stomach breaking as your back arched off the bed, tits pushing into his chest as you gushed all over him, juices spilling out as he did the same. Mixed cum dripping down your legs as his head fell on your shoulder, teeth slightly sinking into your shoulder.

‘Suna- why…’ you cried. Body finally realising what’s happening…

‘It’s for your own good y/n. You need me…I need you… please baby.’

His guilt trip was enough for you to give in so easily. You did have a little crush on the celebrity. You knew you did, and he would treat you well… right…

Submitting to him, the smile on his face was enough to make your day. His frantic kissing around your mouth and cheek had you smiling, body dumbified to the way he just molested you. But it’s okay right? He did it because he loves you.

He loves you. You love him…

Everybody makes mistakes…

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