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CLINGY BOYFRIENDS

oikawa, kenma, akaashi, suna, atsumu, sakusa x gn!reader

an old fan favourite post. meow

OIKAWA is lying on top of you when you try to push him off. “i will literally die if you try to leave me.”

you groan to try to hide your laugh. “really, tooru?”

“yes,” he says, getting up so he’s in a planking position above you. “i’d get up just to drop dead on the floor. it’s always the spouse, you know.”

he both of you stare at each other. it’s the perfect opportunity, really, if you tried to roll out of the way. but tooru’s quicker than you, and he drops back down before you can shuffle even half a foot. his arms wrap around you as he rolls onto his side, pulling you against his chest.

“you’re so annoying,” you laugh.

he grins as he presses kisses on your shoulder. “but you love me. and you’re stuck with me until i’m ready to get up.”

KENMA groans, his hold tightening, when he feels you try to shuffle out of bed.

“ken, ‘m hungry,” you whine.

he only nuzzles closer into your neck before responding, “order food then.”

“then what? tell them to somehow unlock the door and find us upstairs?”

kenma hums in return, letting out a deep breath against your skin. “you know where the spare key is.”

you playfully hit him as you laugh, and you can feel kenma try to stop his own so he can reply, “we can go down together in a few minutes. please?”

huffing lightly, you let your fingers start to brush through his hair. “okay, but if you fall asleep i’m going without you,” you say, knowing full well he’d wake up just to cling onto you longer.

AKAASHI stretches and yawns before looking over at you beside him. “good morning,” he greets you before placing his arm around your waist. and you know what's happening when he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

“keiji," you warn.

he hums, leaving a kiss against your jaw. you groan in response. “we have to get up.”

he huffs a breath against your skin. “no we don’t, it’s saturday.”

“you don’t want breakfast?”

“we can get brunch,” he replies easily. “i’ll cook our favourites.”

there isn’t much to argue with when he’s so warm and comfortable, and the sun is peaking through the blinds just enough. keiji knows he’s won when he looks up at you with a soft smile. “stay with me?”

you breathe out and mumble an “okay,” before letting yourself cuddle further into him and the blanket.

he kisses your face once, twice, three times before pulling away. "love you."

SUNA frowns and looks up at you, his head still nuzzled into the crook of your neck, as soon as he doesn't feel you playing with his hair. “why’d you stop?”

you spare a glance before waving your phone slightly. “‘cause i was typing?”

“type with one hand then." he grabs the hand previously putting him to sleep and places it back on his head.

“rin—god, okay,” you laugh. slowly, you start to comb through his hair again and feel his deep breath against your skin. “clingy baby.”

rintaro hums and smiles before placing a lazy kiss against your collarbone. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“oh yeah? so you’d let me leave right now?”

he pulls away from you, only to bump his nose against your cheek. his breath is warm as he whispers, “you wouldn’t dare.”

ATSUMU swings your arms side to side and whines, “baby, please?”

you respond with a light but drawn out tone, “i can’t come with you to practice, babe.”

he frowns, pulling your hands up so he could play with them in front of you. “i’ll quit my job then.”

“wh—” your sentence is cut short by a snort as you suddenly let go of him. he pouts at the lost contact, the pout deepening at your reply. “sure you will, tsumu. i couldn’t take you from volleyball even if i had a billion dollars.”

but atsumu sighs, knowing you were ultimately right. so he takes a step closer and leans his forehead against yours. his voice is softer now. “but ‘m gonna miss you.”

slowly, you pull him into a hug and let him wrap his arms around you. “i’ll see you after, okay?”

“fine, but i’m not letting ya go until tomorrow morning,” he says.

your lips twitch into a smile at his promise. “okay, tsum.”

SAKUSA wishes his teammates would leave his house right now only half-jokingly.

“if only fans could see how clingy yer boyfriend is,” atsumu sighs as he sits across from you in the living room. you look down at your boyfriend at the mention and smile as he pouts against you.

maybe he drank a little more than usual, his face flushed as his arms trap you against the couch.

“ooh, it’d probably help with publicity,” hinata teases.

kiyoomi only moves further into you as he groans. deciding to have a little mercy, you finally reply. “cuddly ‘omi’s for me only, actually.”

at the sound of your voice, he tilts his head to glance at you before kissing your collarbone. sighing, he mumbles quietly, “thank you.”

“gross.”

at that, your boyfriend finally lets go for a second, turning around to shoot a glare at his teammate. “get out of here, atsumu.”

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━╋ RINTARO SUNA: Surprise

✴︎ Fluff

✴︎ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, Suna remembers Y/N’s birthday when no one else does, in his own quiet way.

Birthdays didn’t matter. At least, that’s what you kept repeating to yourself every time someone walked past you without saying anything. You’d laughed off your friends’ questions last week, shrugged when someone asked if you had plans.

“It’s just another day,” you’d said.

And maybe you almost believed it. Until the final bell rang, and you packed your things in silence, and no one mentioned it at all.

By the time you reached the front gate, you told yourself you were fine. Totally fine.

Then something hit you in the chest. Not hard—more like a soft thunk. You blinked down. A cold bottle of your favorite drink.

“…What the—?”

“Catch better next time.”

You turned, startled, and there he was: Suna Rintarō, standing a few feet away with his hands stuffed in his pockets like he hadn’t just chucked a drink at you.

His expression was unreadable, as always, but his eyes flicked down at the bottle you were holding.

Before you could say anything, he strolled over and dangled a plastic bag in front of your face.

“What’s this?” you asked, peering inside.

It was your favorite snack. The one you always bought after practice, the one you complained about being sold out last week.

Suna didn’t answer right away. He just looked at you, then at the bag, then back at you again—like you should’ve already figured it out. Finally, he muttered, “Don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not a present.”

You raised your brows. “…Not a present?”

“Yeah,” he said flatly, shoving the bag into your hands. “Just… thought you’d whine if nobody remembered. And I didn’t feel like listening to that.”

You stared at him, your chest tightening. “Woah…You remembered?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile. “Stop saying it like that. Makes me sound nice.”

You couldn’t help it—you grinned, wide and unrestrained. “Because it is nice, Rin!”

At that, he flicked your forehead lightly.

You laughed, and the sound made him glance away, ears turning faintly pink.

“Come on,” he said gruffly, starting to walk. “You’re not carrying that bag by yourself. You’ll probably trip or something.”

You jogged to catch up with him, hugging the snacks close. The two of you fell into step together, shoulders brushing now and then.

When a light drizzle started, Suna wordlessly pulled an umbrella from his bag and popped it open. You started to protest, but he tilted it so low over your head that you had to huddle closer to him to fit.

“…You’re doing that on purpose,” you accused, glancing up at him.

“Doing what?” he asked, his voice flat but his smirk giving him away.

“Making me stand this close.”

He tilted the umbrella even lower, smug now. “You’re imagining things.”

You bumped his shoulder with yours, and he let out a quiet chuckle—the kind you rarely heard but always loved.

By the time you reached your house, your chest felt lighter than it had all day. You turned to him, your smile soft. “Thanks for walking me home. And… for this. Really, Rin.”

He paused, eyes flicking to the bag in your arms, then back to you. For a second, he looked like he was going to brush it off again. Instead, he muttered, so quiet you almost missed it, “Happy birthday.”

Your breath caught. “…What was that?”

He immediately shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. “Nothing. You’re hearing things.”

But you caught the faintest upward curve of his lips as he turned to leave, and the warmth spreading through your chest told you exactly what he’d said.

And for the first time all day, you didn’t feel invisible at all.

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. ☘︎ ݁ ˖ you missed suna too much !

it’s been four months since you broke up with suna rintaro. four months since you’ve cut ties, went no contact, and even avoided any gatherings with mutual friends. all that effort for four months just to end up in his bedroom, pinned under him, screaming his name again.

“aah—fuck, rin! nnngh—slow down—“ you gasped, body jolting forward with every snap of his hips. your back arched off the sheets, nails digging into his shoulders as he pounded into you relentlessly, every drag of his cock against your velvet walls sending sensations throughout your body. “you’re clenching so hard for someone who hates me.” he murmured against your neck, trailing his kisses all the way to your jawline. “thought you were avoiding me, what happened? missed me that bad?”

“n—no—unngh fuck—!” tears slipped from the corner of your eyes, vision blurring with every sharp thrust. you refused to admit it, but you hadn’t been stretched out this good for a while and god, you forgot how addictive it was having him inside you. “no? really?” he mocked, pulling back just enough to leave his tip in before slamming back into you in one harsh thrust. “listen to yourself, baby. your pussy’s dripping all over my cock, and you’re saying you don’t miss me?”

his pace was brutal and merciless — tip punishing your cervix with every collision of his hips against your ass, punching the air out of you. every brush of his blunt head against your sweet spot had you squirming under him, your moans turning into incoherent sobs. he’s fucking you hard, making you cry out his name as he leaned down, lips brushing against your ear before murmuring, “crying my name like that.. this is what you call hate? sure doesn’t fucking sound like it.”

every word that left his lips left a sting, stirring up forgotten feelings and something like need, something like desperation — an ache that you refused to name. “haah—rin—please.. want you—“ you choked out, cheeks flushed and expression dazed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. “hm? what is it? say it louder f’me, baby.”

“mmnghh—need you, rin! stop teasin—“ he shut you up with a kiss, tongues entwining as if speaking an unspoken language, swallowing every moan as he bullied your aching cunt. with a loud mewl of his name, your walls spasmed around his length, squeezing him so tight he could barely move. “fuuuck, baby. squeezin’ me like that.” he grunted, forcing your legs apart with his hips as he watched you soak the sheets, still rutting into you ruthlessly. “look at you, so fucking messy.”

“mmmnghh—aah—too much—can’t take anymore!” your body was convulsing under him now, breathless gasps replacing your cries. “just a little more, baby. you can take it, can’t you?” he said, breaths turning shallow as his hips jerked erratically against you. every whine of his name had his cock throbbing and twitching, feeling the familiar strain his lower abdomen before he let go, filling you to the brim.

“shiiit—this pussy’s mine, okay?” he growled, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. he pulled out slowly, watching him cum leak out of you before tilting your chin up so your gaze met his. “no one else can fuck you like this, don’t forget it.”

© lucidsei

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33. our future

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notes:

guys this is it..... the future of suna n yn

also i am trying my best to update consistently !!

making this chap reminded me of when i was applying to uni and the stress i had during it HELP

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Suna boyfriend hcs please!!!! 💕💕💕

Suna Rintarou ✧ bf headcanons

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fluff, crack, nsfw, dating headcanons, him being down bad.

A/N: Sorry this took long 😭 im in my academic comeback era again💔 i swear im working on your requests

Pre-Dating ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Not the guy blowing up your phone, but he’ll randomly send a pic of something dumb with “this u?” and it weirdly makes your day. He has CRAZY stalking skills. (Joe goldberg type shit)

• Flirts with his eyes more than his words. If you’re talking to him about something he will keep eye contact till you stop talking.

• I feel like he would either confess randomly, dropping an “i love you by the way” while you are not paying attention, or tease you until it’s painfully obvious and go “yeah, so what?”

Dating - SFW ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• He likes casual touches that linger like resting his hand on your thigh, brushing his fingers against yours, hooking his pinky with yours when no one’s looking. Not a big PDA guy but he has his touchy days.

• Secretly a hopeless romantic.

• Talking about touchy days, he is clingy in private. He’ll drape himself over you like a cat, mumbling “don’t move, you’re comfortable.”

• Teases you constantly. Will turn it into a competition if you tease him back.

• Lazy texter but pays attention. He won’t spam you, but he remembers every tiny detail you tell him. He’s the type to send you a meme about something you said 1 hour ago.

• Acts unbothered, but isn’t. He’ll pretend he doesn’t care if you tease him, but you’ll notice the way his ears go red. You’re probably the only one who can make him nervous.

• Will answer heartfelt paragraphs with “ok lol” just to see you crash out LMAO

• Pictures, pictures, pictures. Has a secret camera roll of your dumbest faces, your prettiest selfies, and blurry candids you didn’t know he took. Won’t admit it until you catch him scrolling through them.

• Hates phone calls unless it’s late at night and he’s lying in bed. Then he’ll FaceTime you for hours, barely talking, just scrolling together in comfortable silence.

• He’ll say “I never said that” while you literally have screenshots. Loves to see you fume.

• Dates = chill. He’d rather stay in, binge a show, and order food than plan something dramatic. He likes being with you so he doesn’t really care what you’re doing.

• He loves low, casual pet names like “babe” or “pretty.” Drops them so casually it makes you weak.

• Leaves his socks on your floor, eats your snacks without asking, but he’ll also quietly fix things in your room (tighten a chair screw, plug in your charger) without saying a word.

• He will randomly kiss the back of your hand or press his lips to your hair while you’re mid-sentence. Laughs if you stutter or forget what you were going to say.

• Gets jealous in a low-key way. Won’t cause a scene, just slides his arm around you and gives the other person the coldest stare.

• Loves roasting you. He’ll call you out for tripping, mispronouncing something, or wearing mismatched socks but if anyone else tries to tease you, he’s suddenly serious and shuts it down.

• He steals your stuff. Your chapstick, snacks, hoodies that doesn’t fit him.

Dating - NSFW ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Favorite position: lazy doggy. You on your stomach, him pressed over you, slow deep thrusts while he mutters in your ear and brushes hair off your neck.

• Loves recording (with consent). A couple vids, a couple pics, just for himself. Gets off on watching them later. He’ll find a way to remember EVERYTHING if you don’t want him to record, or if you’re not okay with it.

• Dirty talker but in the laziest, filthiest tone: “look at you, making a mess all over me. you like this, huh?”

• Lazy dom vibes but also lowkey a brat-tamer. If you tease too much, he’ll pin your wrists down and mutter “alright, don’t move. you asked for it.”

• Loves overstimulation. He’ll finger you until you’re shaking, then smirk while sliding in: “thought you were done?”

• Gets petty if you edge or overstimulate him. Will literally pout and mutter “not funny” while rutting against your thigh like he can’t help himself.

• Oral menace. Goes down on you lazily but with precision. Long, slow licks until you’re begging him to speed up, smirking “needy already?”

• Doesn’t moan loud, but his low groans hit deep in your chest. Loses composure when you ride him, big hands grabbing your hips, muttering curses under his breath.

• He’ll grind against you for way too long before sliding in, just to watch you whine. “what? thought you liked begging.”

• Will sometimes fuck you slow and deep, forehead against yours, whispering “you feel so good.” Catches you off guard every time.

• Marks you where no one can see, your thighs, your chest, under your clothes. He likes that he’s the only one that can see those marks.

• He’d 100% pull you onto his lap at a party and finger you under the blanket while chatting with friends. If you squirm, he smirks: “be normal.”

• Loves cumming on your stomach or tits just to admire the mess, then sliding back in to make it worse.

• He will continue teasing you during the aftercare. Throws a towel at you with a smirk, then immediately pulls you into his chest after: “kidding. c’mere.”

BONUS ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Absolutely the type to record your moans on his phone and play them back to tease you later. “this part’s my favourite, hear how desperate you sound?”

• He randomly slides his hand down your panties or your shirt.

• If you tease him in bed, he’ll edge you until you’re crying,

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━╋ RINTARO SUNA: Only mine.

✴︎ Fluff

✴︎ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, all it takes is one classmate leaning too close for Suna's sulky side to come out!

It started at lunch.

You had been sitting with a group of classmates, laughing about something dumb that happened in gym earlier that morning, when one of the guys leaned in a little closer to you than necessary. He had been telling a story, using his hands way too much, and you laughed again—bright, genuine, enough that Suna’s head snapped up from across the cafeteria.

He didn’t like the view.

From where he sat with the volleyball team, he could see the way the guy leaned in toward you, too casual, too familiar. He could see the way you smiled back without noticing how close the other boy had gotten. And he could feel his jaw clench when that guy made you laugh again.

“Rin,” Atsumu drawled, snapping him out of his glare. “Yer starin’ a hole through their table...”

Suna only hummed, not bothering to deny it.

He told himself he wasn’t the type to get jealous. He didn’t see the point—he trusted you. But watching that guy lean closer, watching you grin like that at someone else, made his chest feel uncomfortably tight.

By the time you returned to your usual spot beside him after lunch, he was already slouched low in his seat, arms crossed.

You set your tray down and nudged him lightly with your elbow.

“Hey. What’s with the face?”

“Nothing.” His voice was flat, his eyes glued to his phone.

“Uh-huh...” You frowned. “You look like someone just ran over your dog...”

He flicked his eyes to you for half a second, then back down again. “Just tired.”

You studied him. His shoulders were hunched, his mouth in a little pout he clearly thought he was hiding. And he wasn’t even touching his food.

“Rintarō,” you said softly, leaning into his line of sight. “What’s wrong?”

He met your gaze finally, but only for a second. “…Nothing. You seemed like you were having fun with your new friend.”

Oh.

A laugh slipped out before you could stop it. “Wait—are you jealous?”

His ears went pink instantly. “No.”

“Yes,” you teased, grinning. “You are. Rintarō, you’re pouting!”

“I’m not,” he muttered, tugging his hood lower like that would hide the obvious sulk on his face.

You leaned your chin on your hand, watching him squirm. His sulking was kind of adorable, though you knew better than to say that out loud right away. “You know he was just telling a story, right? He doesn’t even sit near me in class.”

“He was way too close,” Suna mumbled, finally stabbing his fork into his food. “And you were laughing.”

“I laugh with you all the time,” you pointed out, nudging his arm. “You’re just funnier than him.”

That earned you a glance—a quick side-eye, but it was progress.

“And,” you added, lowering your voice just enough for him to hear, “you’re the only one who gets to sit this close to me. So relax, okay?”

For a beat, he stayed quiet, picking at his tray. Then, finally, he leaned against your shoulder, letting his pout melt into a small smirk.

“…Good. Just making sure you remember that.”

You laughed and shifted closer, letting him rest his head comfortably against you. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he drawled, finally stealing a fry off your plate. “But you’re mine.”

And just like that, the sulky, pouty Suna was gone—though the hand he slipped into yours under the table stayed there the rest of lunch, firm and a little too possessive.

Not that you minded.

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yayyy no one mourns the wicked

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31. mine

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notes:

yn finally gave her flowers yayy

you guys were worried suna might get in trouble, but he would've just said it was an old pic from before nationals he used to make kana stop bothering him

guys i started uni and i wanna kms alr

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haikyuu!! | suna rintarou.

includes all things suna! vibes are cozy, happy, safe... because when you're with suna, he treats you like his world.

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

chase atlantic; nostalgia ep. 𝄞 fly by midnight; infinitely falling. 𝄞 troye sivan; strawberries & cigarettes. 𝄞 tom frane; hoping for a miracle. 𝄞 will jay; nights like these. 𝄞 maroon 5, ft. wiz khalifa; payphone. 𝄞 ghostdragon with yerinmyway, ft. nate mitchell; still in love.

♡ ୨୧ ♡

broken promise with suna. slight angst.

જ⁀🏐🖤📱you wear atsumu's jersey when you promised suna you'll wear his.

pictures with suna. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🖤📱suna needs a picture of you for safekeeping.

burn the whole league with suna. fluff. slight angst. (♡ special to me)

જ⁀🏐🖤📱suna is known as a slow-starter in the league, but you think... he's a slow-burn (college era!suna getting grilled by reporters and ejp raijin!suna wining it all).

rings off, tape on with suna. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🖤📱you help suna take off his rings and tape his fingers before his game.

scrunchies, claw clips, and minor confessions. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🖤📱when he accidentally has your scrunchie and claw clip during a press interview (dedicated to your favorite emotionally-constipated pro athletes).

good mouth, pretty lips with suna. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🖤📱suna fixes your lipstick for you while being a tease.

hair twirls because you sound like home. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🖤📱he's never been good with words... or showing any bit of emotion... but he cares more than you know (dedicated to your favorite emotionally-constipated pro athletes).

orange peels. fluff. (♡ special to me)

જ⁀🏐🖤📱where he peels you an orange and feeds you a slice (dedicated to your favorite emotionally-constipated pro athletes).

kiss it better... with salonpas with suna. fluff. (♡ special to me)

જ⁀🏐🖤📱post-game!suna is exhausted... and needy for salonpas, your touch, and maybe a kiss?

by your belt loops. fluff. (♡ special to me)

જ⁀🏐🖤📱where he redirects you by pulling on your belt loops... multiple times (dedicated to all your super touchy and handsy favorites).

the princess, the prince, and their queen. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🖤📱when babysitting your niece leads to a riveting conversation about princes... who adore their queens (dedicated to all your "I tolerate kids... actually, never mind, I love them" favorites).

strappy heels. fluff. very suggestive.

જ⁀🏐🖤📱when he helps you take of your strappy heels after a girls' night out (dedicated to all your "I will take care of you when you're tipsy" favorites).

white heart with suna. fluff. (♡ special to me)

જ⁀🏐🖤📱a deep dive into suna's instagram highlights, featuring “🤍” (it's you).

bow ties with bunny ears and octopus arms. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🖤📱when your niece wants him to tie her hair like yours before her back-to-school shopping trip... but he can't seem to get it right (dedicated to all your favorites, who have trouble with girl hair).

his measurement. (soft) smut. nsfw. mature. very suggestive.

જ⁀🏐🖤📱when he measures how deep he'd be (dedicated to all your "I'm not doing anything sus... just measuring" favorites).

pretty nails, pretty back. fluff. very suggestive.

જ⁀🏐🖤📱when he pays for your nails just so you'll scratch his back (dedicated to all your "Gimme back scratchies" favorites).

take me back. smut (oral). nsfw. mature. very suggestive.

જ⁀🏐🖤📱“listen baby, i know i was a bad girl... but c'mon, you'd have to be crazy... not to take me back” (dedicated to all your favorites, who'll always take you back).

tatted koi with suna. fluff. (♡ special to me)

જ⁀🏐🖤📱suna takes you to get your first tattoo... something that matches his too.

[peteunderoos]

. ☘︎ ݁ ˖ sex with suna before a big match ! req.

this was unusual — suna rintaro, your boyfriend — clinging onto you. you both were in bed together, laying on your sides, enjoying the silence until his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you into his embrace. he sighed into your shoulders, holding you tighter than usual. you could sense the way something was off by how unusually quiet he was, how there wasn’t any teasing from him. no words, no smiles, just anxiety.

“rintaro, you okay?” you asked, putting down your phone as you turned around to face him. “yeah, i’m okay. just.. nervous about tomorrow.” he said, trying to brush it off. but the look in his eyes said a lot, and you wanted to help ease his burdens, so you gave him a kiss, cupping both sides of his cheeks. it was a deep, passionate kiss, maybe with a hint of desperation. and before you even realised it, he had completely flipped you around.

you were laying on your back now, pinned in between his arms as he hovered above you, breathing heavy. “i need you.” he said, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. “please, baby.”

“i’m all yours, rin.” you chuckled, arms resting around his neck, fingers playing with his hair. “but i can’t tell if you’re anxious or horny.”

“both.” he said. “i’m nervous as hell, baby. make me forget it yeah?” and his lips were already attached to your neck — sucking, licking, and biting — leaving bruises on your skin. “just once before tomorrow’s game. i’ll play better if i get to feel you first.” he didn’t waste time unclothing you — and himself too, cold air hitting your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

his hands roamed your body from waist to chest, then lower, slipping in between your legs. he pushed your thighs apart, sliding his fingers through your folds that were already slick with arousal before pushing his fingers in. endless whimpers left your lips as he pumped his digits in and out, fingers perfectly curling against your sweet spot, body squirming under his touch. “soaking wet f’me already..” he whispered, pulling his cream coated fingers out before tugging down his sweats, stiff cock slapping against his lower abdomen.

rubbing his tip against your folds — teasing you before sinking in with a sigh — he already felt his concerns melt away with how your warm cunt sucked him in like it was meant to be there. “haa.. fuck. pussy’s swallowing me whole, baby.” he sighed, pushing in deeper. “nnnghh—so deep—!” your back arched off the sheets, walls fluttering around his length as he bottomed out, stuffing you full where no one else could ever reach.

his hands anchored themselves around your waist, pulling you closer as he started moving, pelvis smacking against you with loud slaps. he palmed the backside of your thighs, holding them up as he fucked you desperately, slamming in hard enough for your body to jolt uncontrollably under him. every thrust was so deep, blunt head battering your cervix, choked moans spilling past your lips pathetically.

“oh yeah.. f—fuck. needed this s’ bad, shit.” he grunted, throwing his head back from the pleasure. “feels s’ good when you squeeze me like that—makin’ me forget everything.” his cheeks were flushed, eyes half lidded as his grunts got progressively louder with how tight you were clenching around him. “fuuck—rin! i’m gonna cum—haah—oh my god—“ your walls spasmed around him as you whined, body trembling under him as you felt that knot in your lower stomach snap, gushing all over him.

“‘m close too, baby.” he groaned, hips jerking into yours as he got closer to his high, cock throbbing and twitching inside of you before he let go. he looked just as fucked out as you did, filling you to the brim with thick, hot spurts of cum, his hands gripping onto your plush skin hard enough to leave marks. “shit—gonna win this one for you. all ‘cause of you—gonna come right back after i’m done wreckin’ them.”

© lucidsei

[peteunderoos]

“and i don’t wanna learn another scent,

i don’t want the children of another man;

to have the eyes of the girl that i won’t forget.”

suna rintarō x f!reader

category: fluff fluff fluff!!

you as rintarō’s girlfriend. the phrase is taken from "undressed" by sombr <3

he just FITS right into my idea. DOESN’T HE JUST LOOK SO SCRUMPTIOUS

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

suna rintarō has always been lazy.

lazy with school, lazy with cleaning, lazy with texting people back—hell, even lazy with his own dreams. but when it comes to you, it’s like something in his brain snapped the first day he saw you smile at him.

because lazy rintarō turns into obsessive rintarō.

clingy rintarō.

unhinged, feral, “i’ll memorize the sound of your footsteps and collect every single receipt you ever touch” rintarō.

and you, poor thing, think he’s just teasing when he swipes your water bottle after practice and stashes it in his bag. no—he’s keeping it. he’s keeping everything.

hair ties, chapsticks, shopping lists, mugs. he’ll even slide the hoodie you wore once to the back of his closet so no one else will touch it. suna rintarō hoards you in every way except the one that matters: a ring.

not because he doesn’t want to marry you. oh no. it’s because he thought you didn’t want to.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

it happens on a random saturday afternoon. suna doesn’t even want to go out, but his old schoolmates drag him to a bar. he’s halfway through zoning out when one of them starts sobbing into his beer.

“i should’ve married her, man,” the guy groans. “now she’s got a kid with someone else. and when i looked at the kid…he had her eyes. her eyes. except she’s not mine anymore.”

the table nods sympathetically. suna, however, freezes.

eyes.

your eyes.

the thought of some random guy’s child having your eyes hits him like a truck. his chest feels like it’s caving in.

no.

no way.

absolutely not.

his whole body goes cold, then hot, then cold again. because in that instant, suna realizes: if he doesn’t marry you, he’s risking exactly that nightmare. another man with your hand. another man’s kid with your smile. another man living the life that belongs to him.

by the time he gets home, suna looks like he’s seen death itself.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

you’re curled up on the couch, wearing his hoodie, scrolling on your phone. “hey, rin.”

he doesn’t even respond. he drops onto his knees in front of you, grabs your hands like a man possessed, and blurts—

“marry me.”

you blink. “what.”

“marry me,” he repeats, voice rough, eyes blazing like he’s in the middle of a championship game. “now. tonight. i don’t care. courthouse, backyard, hell, we can just say it and it’s real to me.”

you stare at him. “…are you drunk?”

“dead serious.” his grip tightens like you might vanish if he lets go. “i can’t—i can’t risk it. no other guy’s kid is gonna have your eyes. i’ll lose my mind.”

your jaw drops. “rin, what are you even—”

“i don’t sleep right when you’re not next to me. i can’t eat unless i know you’re eating too. i collect every single thing you touch like some freak because i can’t throw away anything that’s yours. do you get it?” his voice cracks; his forehead presses to your knee. “you own me. so please—marry me.”

you’re torn between laughing, crying, and calling a therapist. “rin, oh my god. you’re—”

“serious,” he cuts in, lifting his head, eyes glassy. “i thought you didn’t want marriage. that’s the only reason i waited. but i can’t anymore. i won’t.”

for once, suna isn’t smug, or lazy, or teasing. he’s raw, trembling, obsessed.

and the thing is—your heart’s been his for years.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

still, suna refuses to half-ass a proposal. he might be lazy, but when it comes to you? he’ll plan, scheme, obsess for weeks. and unfortunately, that means he drags the miya twins into it.

“ya can’t just say it in the living room, suma,” atsumu says, shaking his head. “needs fireworks! big lights! maybe a jumbo-tron!”

“or,” osamu interrupts, “ya could do somethin’ that actually feels like him.”

“lazy?” suna deadpans.

“romantic,” osamu smirks.

so between atsumu’s chaos and osamu’s subtle genius, suna crafts a plan. he’s never admitted it out loud, but he actually likes that they’re helping. he also likes that they’re terrified of how intense he sounds whenever he says, “if she says no, i’ll kill myself.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the night of the proposal, you’re suspicious. suna’s in a button-up.

“what’s this? a funeral?” you tease, tugging at his sleeve.

“kinda,” he mutters.

“what?”

“nothing.”

he takes you to the little park where you had your first kiss. but this time, there are fairy lights strung up in the trees, your favorite snacks laid out (osamu’s touch), and atsumu hiding in a bush with a camera, trying not to sneeze.

“rin…” you whisper, stunned.

he swallows hard, hands trembling in his pockets. “don’t laugh.”

“why would i laugh?”

“‘cause i’m about to sound insane,” he mutters, then drops to his knees again.

you gasp. “rin—”

“don’t stop me.” he pulls out a ring, amber eyes locked on you like you’re the only thing alive. “i don’t want another morning without you. i don’t want another night wondering if you’re still mine. i don’t want another second where i risk losing you to anyone. i need your laugh in our kitchen, your clothes in our closet, your name tied to mine. i need you. only you. forever.”

your breath catches.

his voice lowers, desperate, trembling. “so please…marry me. make me yours. because i swear—if anyone else even tries, i’ll kill those—” he cuts himself off, jaw tight, then shakes his head. “doesn’t matter. they won’t. because you’ll say yes.”

your heart is pounding so loud it drowns out everything else.

you laugh through tears, nodding frantically. “yes, rin. of course yes.”

atsumu falls out of the bush cheering, osamu drags him back, but suna doesn’t notice. he’s too busy slipping the ring on your finger with shaking hands, then pulling you into him like he’ll never let go.

“mine,” he whispers into your hair.

“yours,” you promise.

and suna rintarō, obsessive, lazy, feral, shamelessly in love, finally breathes like he can live again.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

from that day forward, he never lets you forget: he is not just in love with you—he’s consumed by you.

and honestly? you wouldn’t have it any other way. not like you’ll have a choice against him.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a/n: i was coldly shut down, foaming in the mouth rn. ANYWAY, y’all are scary whenever i upload a sunarin fic.

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[peteunderoos]

"do you think im old?"

"i mean, yeah."

next to you in bed, rintaro glares at you, his face huffed in annoyance and nose scrunched adorably. you giggle at him before gently coming up to playfully pinch his cheek, "aww, was that not the answer you wanted?"

"you're supposed to tell me i don't look a day over 25 and that if i am over 25, im aging like a fine wine."

"i never said you weren't aging like a fine wine," you purr. "i just think you're old."

"you're such a brat, he snarls, but he smirks nonetheless.

"yeah? what're you gonna do about it?"

"oh, wouldn't you love to know-"

"moooooooooooooom."

you and your husband gasp in fear and immediately turn to the door way to see your fifteen year old standing there. his comforter is slung over his shoulder, in one fist his pillow, the other clings his fox plush from uncle shinsuke all those years ago. "i'm gonna sleep in here tonight."

"uh," rintaro begins, quirking his brow. "why?"

"i don't feel good and i missed mom."

"akito," your husband sighs. "you're fifteen years old."

"and your hairline is receding."

"woah."

"boys," you snort, shaking your head. "play nice. akito, you can sleep on the floor next to me if you want." you chuckle at akito as he sticks his tongue out at his dad and makes his way to your side of the bed. he tosses the pillow onto the floor and makes his way down. he tucks his fox into the curve of his neck, pulling the comforter high on his shoulders. he flashes puppyish eyes at you, making you click your tongue and reach down to scratch his scalp, "what's bugging you, honey?"

"my head hurts."

"that makes two of us," rintaro chuckles, leaning over to cast a look at akito. "you need some medicine?"

"took some before i came in."

"good," rintaro says. "we'll shut down for the night, let you get some rest." with that, he retreats back to his side to click off the light. you copy him, but quickly roll over to curl into his side, cuddling him close. he presses a kiss to your head, "i love you."

"i love you," you echo. "you're a good dad."

he smiles, "everything i know, i learned from you."

"i couldn't ask anything more from you-"

"you guys are gross," comes a reply from the floor.

your husband snickers, "good night, akito."

"night... love you guys."

"we love you too," you say softly, letting your eyes close on rintaro's chest.

[peteunderoos]

suna’s a sweetheart—only to you of course.

he knows every bit of you, kisses you every single chance he gets, looking at you inexpressibly.

if he were an artist, you were the art he finished creating, you were beauty—he was impure but marveling at you, not as his hard work, as your entire beauty was beyond the canvas.

he thinks he had fallen hard, or maybe he has, after all this time.

he’s only a sweetheart to you, because why would he not be? no other person can ever deserve that kind of treatment from him.

someone asks for his number? can they not read “ I ♡ MY GF “ on his shirt? and your lipstick stain on his neck? ( he begged for you to pepper his neck with lipstick and boasts like it was an achievement )

i love my girlfriend finalboss.

has your initials tattooed on his chest.

before he takes action, he thinks, “what would you do?” and follows his intuition, because that is exactly what you would do.

( he can’t believe you’re his )

when the twins steal him from you, he starts counting every second that passes and he’ll quote ‘ rotting ‘ because his girlfriend left him for one minute, he’d immediately crawl back to you. ( arctic monkeys mentioned )

yes, he can’t bear his life without you, maybe you’re the oxygen he needs.

whom also waited for years before you two dated, and he thinks all of it was a dream, and can’t believe you’re finally his.

he sees a future with you.

and what did he do? he married you, and in every match, the ring hangs on his neck with a chain. not as a jewelry nor for aesthetic—but to say he was yours, and you were his.

[peteunderoos]

whatever you say, pretty boy

he's probably talking about practice or something. right? right. you're pretty sure that's it. he mentioned spiking or blocking or something. or maybe he was talking about that brand deal? is that still happening? maybe not. you aren't sure.

all you're sure of is that your husband looks absolutely ethereal right now. he has one hand on the steering wheel and the other holds yours. he gently strokes the back of your hand with his thumb as his lips continue moving.

okay so he is talking. he definitely is.

but how can you focus on that when the light streaming in from the driver's side window hits him just right and he looks like he's glowing. his eyes are sparkling and the shadows contour his face the way and he looks like a goddamn renaissance sculpture and he—

"darling? are you there?" he asks, and you notice a soft smirk on his lips. his pretty, perfect lips.

"oh? yeah," you smile up at him, "i'm here."

"i asked you how girl's night was," he says, briefly turning his head to look at you and— wow how does his hair look so perfectly messy right now?

"good, good... yeah, it was good," you say, trailing off.

a light chuckle escapes him, "you're staring at me like you don't wake up to this face every morning."

"but you're just so pretty," you sigh, "you're unreal."

"i'm as real as can be, love," he says, bringing your hand up to his lips, "did you drink a lot tonight?"

"honestly, i'm only tipsy at most. you're just: wow."

"'wow', huh?" he grins, "i could say the same about you, gorgeous."

"shhh, i'm focusing on you right now. you can compliment me tomorrow. just keep talking about whatever and let me look at you."

he laughs for real this time, "okay, okay. as long as it's my turn tomorrow."

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sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, suna rintarou, hoshiumi kourai, your fave pretty boys

[peteunderoos]

IT’S ME, NOT HER (SUNA RINTARŌ SMAU) ♡

♡ synopsis after you drunkenly slept with the lead singer of one of your favourite bands, all you wanted to do was forget that it ever happened, despite how wonderful it was. much to your misfortune , the world, and he, wouldn’t. it’s a shame that instead of you, they found your best friend and cousin; the girl they thought was you.

♡ sixteen in lower case inside a vault

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♡ notes

-> it's me, hi 👋 i've missed you

★ black = suna pov || white = reader/your pov

[peteunderoos]

yesss but also i hope kana doesn’t use that pic to get suna out of the game 😭

like me back!

30. change of plans

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a suna x reader smau

notes:

yn ended up beating petty and didn’t bring rin his flowers

kana’s death 🥀🥀 we will no longer be seeing her !!

suna is DOWN BAD but that’s how we like our men to be

guys i actually love your comments so much like pls don’t stop commenting pls…

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[peteunderoos]

suna and y/n relationship reveal so kana can get pissed 🙂‍↕️

like me back!

29. not surprised

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notes:

hina is staying at a hotel and yn is staying w her aunt! 😋😋

kita n aran YAY

btw I’m back to posting every other day because daily updates was killing me 🫩🫩

this is based off the manga where inarizaki actually beats karasuno during the third round (assuming inarizaki skips the first day again)

also i lowkey don't know how vb matches go so if its not accurate i am sorry just go w it pls 😭😭

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[peteunderoos]

"i was surprised to see, that a woman like that, was really into me."

suna rintarō x f!reader

this is on the same time as the other fic.

my bf has been ignoring me for a whole day so i'm gonna be uploading a ton.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

suna rintarō had always considered himself a pretty chill guy.

low effort, low maintenance, low expectations. life was easier that way.

but then there was her.

and suddenly, suna’s life didn’t feel low anything. it felt… loud. like his whole world was cranked up to maximum volume, because every time she smiled at him, his brain short-circuited. every time she held his hand, his heart did this annoying kick drum thing in his chest.

he tried to play it cool, obviously. on the outside, he still had his usual bored, sleepy look. but on the inside? it was embarrassing. the amount of times he thought about her in a single day could qualify as some kind of medical condition.

and the worst part? she was obsessed with him right back.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

it was practice that afternoon when aran leaned over, wiping sweat off his forehead with his shirt. “yo, suna. no offense, but how the hell did you pull her?”

half the team snorted. suna rolled his eyes.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“exactly what it sounds like,” atsumu chimed in, smirking. “yer a lazy ass, man. she’s—” he gestured vaguely with both hands, “—all sunshine ‘n pretty. yer like… a raccoon that escaped a dumpster.”

suna deadpanned. “thanks for the imagery.”

kita, tying his shoe on the bench, added calmly, “we were all thinking it, though.”

suna would’ve argued, but then his phone buzzed from inside his bag. he grabbed it, thumb unlocking the screen, and immediately his lips twitched upward when he saw the message: good luck at practice today <3 i’ll bring snacks when i come watch!

“look at him smiling at his phone,” osamu groaned, tossing a towel over his shoulder. “this guy acts like he’s too tired for emotions, then y/n texts him once and he’s grinnin’ like he won the lottery.”

“shut up,” suna muttered, locking his phone quickly, though not quick enough.

“he’s so whipped it’s scary,” ginjima said.

“lap dog,” aran coughed into his fist.

atsumu was grinning ear to ear now. “bet he lets her walk all over ‘im. bet she says jump an’ he says ‘how high, princess?’”

suna didn’t even deny it. he just shrugged, tugging at the collar of his jersey. “if she calls me her dog, i’d probably bark too.”

the gym went silent.

“…bro,” osamu said finally, horrified. “did you just—”

suna smirked, grabbing a ball from the cart. “what? can’t help it if i’m loyal.” brother please, that's the tamest word for you; being her very own dog sounds about right.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

later that night, he was sprawled across her couch while she sat cross-legged with his head in her lap, scrolling through her phone with one hand and absentmindedly playing with his hair with the other.

he could’ve purred. no, actually, he was purring. metaphorically. he felt like one of those cats that pretended they hated everyone, then melted into goo the second someone scratched their ears.

“rin,” she said suddenly, tugging lightly at a strand of his hair. “did you eat dinner?”

he hummed. “not really.”

she set her phone down. “you’re starving then. wait, i’ll make you something.”

he tilted his head back enough to look at her, smirk lazy. “nah. stay here. i’d rather starve than lose my pillow.”

her laugh was immediate, bright. “you’re impossible.”

“mhmm. but i’m your impossible.”

and when she leaned down to kiss him, soft and unhurried, he let out a quiet groan that he hoped she didn’t hear.

god, she was going to kill him.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the thing was, suna didn’t think he was much of a romantic. he didn’t buy flowers all the time, didn’t write cheesy notes, didn’t plan elaborate surprises. he wasn’t the guy in movies.

but she never asked for any of that. she seemed perfectly happy with the version of him that was stretched out across her bed, stealing her blankets, scrolling through dumb tiktoks, then holding the phone up to show her and grinning when she laughed.

still—he wanted to give her something. a child

so, when her shoes hurt on their way back from a date one night, he noticed. he always noticed. this guy will notice if your breathing becomes uneven, even if it’s just a few seconds.

“sit,” he told her, nodding toward a bench.

“i’m fine,” she insisted, but she sat anyway.

he crouched, tugging at his laces.

“rin, don’t—”

“shut—baby please, let me.” he pulled her shoes off gently, slipped his sneakers onto her feet, and stood to test how tight her heels felt around his toes.

she was staring at him, wide-eyed.

“what?” he asked. “you want me to carry you instead?”

her face turned pink. “i—no—”

“i could,” he teased, leaning down just enough for his voice to dip. “throw you over my shoulder, take you home caveman-style. your neighbors would never look at you the same again.”

“rintarō!”

he grinned, slipping his arm around her shoulders as they started walking again. “relax, princess. i’ll just settle for looking stupid in your shoes, then.”

“i think you're the princess right now, rin; my pretty princess.” she cackled, almost tripping in the process but he caught her by the waist.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the team found out about that, too. of course they did—atsumu caught him red-handed still wearing her sparkly flats because he’d forgotten to switch back, so he took a photo ‘blackmail.’

“you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,” osamu wheezed. “this man’s actually cosplaying as his girlfriend.”

suna ignored him, scrolling on his phone. “shut up before i start wearing her lip gloss too.”

atsumu choked.

aran clapped suna on the back, shaking his head. “you’re down so bad, bro.”

maybe he was. maybe suna rintarō, the king of nonchalance, the prince of “whatever,” was actually nothing more than a dog on a leash, and she held it in her pretty little hands.

and maybe he didn’t care.

because—once, only once, when he was walking her home and she kissed him goodnight—he realized it fully, undeniably:

he was surprised to see, that a woman like that, was really into him.

and god help him, he was going to let her ruin him forever. he would never escape her; not when everything is going exactly as he planned.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a/n: i'm going insane

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