#Suna rintaro

[heartkaji]

❥ the many times you & suna get caught making out at school.

i. case one : the bleachers, during practice.

suna rintarou makes eye contact with you in between each successful block.

you ignore it. or try to. but your thighs are squeezing & he’s licking lips & you’re mean with want so you decide you can’t wait any longer. kita calls for a water break & you call rintarou to the stands. dumb dog doesn’t even hesitate.

“what.”

you mouth a come here & he raises a brow, but his feet shuffle after you regardless. he helps you over when you’re just about to stumble under the bleachers, & before the poor boy can regain a balance of his own you’re shoving him against the wall like he’s sack wheat.

he grabs your thighs like it’s instinct.

sugar lips. sticky gloss. heavy palm that can’t decide between your back & your throat. you’re pulling him deeper by the collar & he’s tapping your inner thigh desperately as if to say ‘baby baby lemme breathe’

“where the hell is suna?!”

but his tongue is down your throat so you don’t hear kita’s yell. suna’s palming your hips & squeezing your waist & you’re gasping his name while thumbing his neck and—

“AYOOOO,”

atsumu’s pointing to both of you with gaping mouth & widened eyes. “kita i found them! they’re doing foreplay under the—!”

you’re mortified. suna on the other hand? doesn’t even bother to wipe your saliva dribbling down his chin. he stares at atsumu with twitching brows & twisted face.

“you’re so annoying,” / “and you’re so in trouble”

atsumu doubles over as kita comes in & drags suna out by the collar. you on the other hand shuffle out quietly, quick to sneak away before you can fall victim to further embarassment.

★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.

offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR IN STUDENT GYM

punishment : banned from entering the gym for a week.

issued by: kita shinsuke, sports president.

‘y/n, i expect better from you. and suna, you’re on probation.’

ii. case two : rooftop roughhousing

you think you’re so intelligent.

lunch break & you’re on the school rooftop with a skip in your step. you dragged suna rintarou away from his teammates during lunch & now he trails behind you with hands in his pockets as you hop unto the railing.

thighs crossed. hair in the wind. lopsided grin with blood drenched cheeks & eyes star-achingly bright. “tell me you love me.”

he’s rolling his eyes but his palms find your thighs. “i love you.”

you pout. “say it like you mean it.”

he kisses your neck instead.

you squeal, dodging suna’s kisses as he chases your lips with a grin. he pulls away teasingly before you tug him in by the tie.

you don’t hear the door unlock behind you.

rintarou’s tongue licks your molars. you kiss at his teeth & his thumb grazes your inner thigh as you giggle between his lips. he mutters something about how your gloss tastes like home before a voice sends a jolt down your spine:

“OUT.”

the home room teacher with obnoxious clipboard in hand & outfit desperate to align with the office siren aesthetic. you cling to suna as he quickly lifts you off the railing, palm still gripping your skirt even when he sets you on the ground.

busted.

★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.

offense: INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONS IN RESTRICTED AREA

punishment: detention.

issued by: madam keqing, homeroom teacher.

‘such behavior is not tolerated on school grounds. should this happen again, parents will be notified immediately.’

iii. case three : security snitching

suna’s tapping your thighs like it’s morse code for ‘mine.’

5PM thursday / behind the school gym / your fingers & suna’s belt loop. the middle blocker’s especially hungry today. god knows that thursdays mean you don’t get to share a single class with the athlete; so on days like this when school is long closed & you think no one’s watching he kisses you like he can’t fucking breathe.

point of empasis: you think no one’s watching.

the security camera overhead gets a front row seat to your antics. suna says your gloss spoils in the heat so you lick him off your wrist like honey. he’s pressing you against the wall with teeth on your earlobe like if he bites a little more you’ll seep into his skin. you let him unbutton your shirt & kiss you till he’s love-drunk & bleary eyed.

friday morning starts off in the vice-principal’s office.

black & white images neatly printed on the desk, a fan that blows just loud enough to cover up your feet tapping. you’re mortified. suna’s fingers, however, drum on your thigh like he’s not in trouble for kissing you silly on a midsummer day.

“what do you have to say for yourselves?”

“crazy work.”

you pinch him under the table. you don’t miss the grin that tugs at his lips as he takes a good look at the photos.

“interesting response, mr.suna,” the vice-principal’s eyes narrow. without them leaving suna he continues, “and ms. l/n ? i expect better from you. both your parents will be notified.”

you’re about to apologize & plead on your behalves, but suna notices the worry in your eyes & beats you to the punch.

“wait,” he clears his throat. “i have an explanation.”

“yes?”

“we’re in love.”

he says it like it’s the cure to all your problems. you resist the urge to slap him (and yourself).

“thank you, you are both dismissed. and again, your parents will be notified.”

busted.

again.

★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.

offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR ON SCHOOL PROPERTY

punishment: parent report issued, two-day detention and required report on student ethics.

issued by: mr. ayato, vice principal.

‘inarizaki high makes it a point to ensure student safety by strictly prohibiting sexual or explicit acts on the premises. we hope ms.l/n will heed our warnings, regardless of whether or not she is “in love.”

STUDENT CASE STATUS : CLOSED.

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[seidoll]

sleepy phone sex with suna 𖹭

“mm… you’re so fucking impatient, baby,” suna’s voice is thick, low, and raspy with sleep, like he didn’t even bother sitting up when he answered. you can hear his sheets rustling lazily as his hand finds his cock under the covers, giving it a slow, wet stroke. “can’t even let me sleep without thinking about my cock, huh?”

“rin— ngh— missed you, it hurts—” you whimper, fingers slipping into your soaked pussy, desperate and messy, “wanna cum for you, rin— please, need your voice—”

“tch… fuckin’ brat,” he mutters, but his groan betrays how much he loves it. you can picture him—hair a tousled mess, eyes half-lidded, the barest smirk on his lips as his hand works lazily. “you’re in bed all spread out, aren’t you? fuckin’ yourself with those shaky little fingers. pathetic, baby.”

“y-yeah— ah— ngh, i’m so wet, rin—” you gasp, breath trembling as you grind your hips into your palm, the slick sounds obscene. “wish you were here— wanna feel you fuck me slow— ruin me—”

“mhm… if i was there, baby, you wouldn’t be able to breathe.” his voice is a deep drawl, slurred with sleep but so nasty it makes your toes curl. “i’d slide in slow, make you feel every inch, while you whimper into the pillow. you’d be so fuckin’ messy for me.”

“rin— ngh— please, talk to me, ‘m gonna cum—” you whine, the pace of your fingers getting desperate.

“yeah? cum for me, pretty.” his groan is hoarse, sleepy but filthy, as his lazy strokes get faster. “let me hear how fucking pretty you sound when you break for me.”

“ah— ah— fuck, rin— ngh— i’m cumming—!” you sob, crying his name as your orgasm crashes over you, hips jerking as you ride it out on your messy fingers.

his breathing turns into a low, guttural groan. “shit— fuck, baby—” you can hear the slick, wet glide of his cock in his hand, lazy but filthy as hell. “fucking… ngh… cumming for you, baby. you’re so perfect, fuck.”

there’s a beat of silence, both of you breathing hard, the haze of sleep and filth blending together.

“you better be sending me a picture of that messy pussy after this, baby,” suna mutters, voice heavy with exhaustion but laced with that cocky, lazy heat. “fuck.. forget it. 'm still hard. need to feel that pussy, angel. i'm coming over, better see you naked when i get there.”

based on this req !

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[sweetlyvibe]

CALLING HIM BY HIS LAST NAME

Rintarou was sprawled lazily across the couch, his head resting on your lap as your fingers absentmindedly played with his hair. You couldn’t help but smile, enjoying the quiet moment between the two of you.

“You comfy, Suna?” you asked softly, glancing down at him with a small smile.

There was a beat of silence before he shifted slightly, looking up at you with a playful smirk. “What did you just call me?”

You blinked, confused. “Suna?”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head dramatically. “That’s not my name.”

Tilting your head, you gave him a look, amusement dancing in your eyes. “Uh… yes, it is?”

Propping himself up on one elbow, he gave you a teasing grin. “No, no. In this house, it’s Rin, or Rintarou if you want to be serious about it. But Suna? Feels like I’m just a classmate or something.”

You rolled your eyes, hiding your grin. “Oh really? So we’re not on a last-name basis now?”

“Not unless you want to start treating me like a business associate,” he teased, leaning in a little closer with a smirk. “You want to do that? Maybe shake my hand every morning and send emails instead of texts?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re being ridiculous.”

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he sat up fully, leaning toward you. “Well, if you keep calling me Suna, I might have to start charging for boyfriend privileges.”

Raising an eyebrow, you played along. “Boyfriend privileges? So if I don’t call you Rin, I don’t get those, huh?”

He nodded seriously, though the grin on his face betrayed him. “Exactly. Gotta call me by the right name if you want all the perks.”

Smirking, you leaned in closer, voice teasing. “You sure about that, Suna?”

“Oh, you’re funny,” he shot back, his eyes narrowing playfully as his smirk turned into a full grin. “Keep that up, and we’ll see how much you miss me when Rintarou takes a break.”

You burst out laughing, finally giving in. “Alright, Rin, you win.”

“Now we’re talking,” he said, leaning back into you with a satisfied grin. “Much better.”

Wrapping your arms around him, you were still giggling. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “That’s what makes me fun, isn’t it?”

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[pompompurinwife]

like me back!

17. still sweet

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notes:

yn thought her mom wouldn't like suna because of the time she got home late in chapter 9

is yn being too forgiving?? is she folding too easily?!?!? lowkey i'd fold like origami for suna

guys i wrote this with my last three brain cells but i am determined to update this story consistently

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[ezariumi]

onigiri miya pop-up store 〖 illustrated for omakase - twitter: @/miyaosamuzine in 2022 〗

[haikyu-mp4]

You’re on the phone with your boyfriend, discussing plans for the evening while you dodge the masses of people walking past you in the afternoon rush.

“Okay, I’m almost at the metro, we should probably hang up before the signal cuts,” you tell him, looking over your shoulder before crossing the bike lane. “See you soon!”

“See you soon. Love you,” he said, hurriedly like it would mix into the static noise of the phone call but reach your heart all the same.

“Huh?” you said, raising your voice to indicate you hadn’t heard him.

“I said I love you,” he repeated bashfully, frowning at the poster on his wall.

“Ha ha!” you chanted, making some people turn to you, startled, before continuing in the direction they were going.

“Eh?”

“Made you say it twice, heard you the first time, love you, mwah!”

“Wh-“ Then you hung up with an evil little laugh.

Wearing a wide grin, which probably made you look like an aspiring psychopath, you skipped down the stairs to the metro, excited to see your boyfriend, who loves you x 2.

Tsukishima, Hoshiumi, Suna, Kenma, Osamu, Daishou, Kunimi, Iwaizumi, Kyotani, Sakusa, anyone you want it to be<3

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inspired by a conversation I had with @cottonlemonade<3

[emmyrosee]

“Get ready with me to breakup with my fiancé-“

“BUUUUUULLSHIT YOU ARE!”

Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaro’s booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.

“THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WE’RE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!” Socked feet barrel down the hall and you’re quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. “You got something you want to tell me?”

You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, “no. I don’t think so. I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Oh!” He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “So you’re just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?”

“Only in my fantasies,” you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, “but if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. “Listen to me.”

“Rinnie!”

“No. Shush. Listen to me.” He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. “I have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. We’ve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when I’m showering, you text me and ask me if I’ve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when I’m sleeping.”

“Your point?”

His nostrils flare, “you so much as THINK this relationship is ending, I’m going to tattle on you.”

“Oh, please-“

“To Komori.”

This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, “no, okay, you’re right, you’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, “but in all seriousness-“

“Oh, I’m serious, too.”

You snicker, “in my seriousness, I’m never going to leave you.” You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. “who else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why we’re returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?”

“Thankfully, I’m the only one who will.” He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. “We’re locked in?”

“Yeah baby,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “We’re locked in.”

[riddlesrose]

sporting someone else's jersey

w/ ushijima, bokuto, sakusa, oikawa, kyotani, atsumu, suna & tsukishima

in which you decide to see how your pro volleyball player boyfriend reacts to you wearing a jersey. a jersey that so happens to not be his, and not even his team?? c'mon now.

a.n; all my favs go pro this is great

ushijima wakatoshi stares you down as you're cooking in the kitchen. you can feel the intense bore of his curious eyes as you welcome him home from practice. his wandering vision takes in the black jersey with the name "sakusa" in big, bold letters across the back. you look over your shoulder when he doesn't answer, and are met with his bewildered state.

"oh are you interested in my new shirt?" you pull at the hem, examining the MSBY jersey look-alike as you turn to face you boyfriend. he takes three long strides through the kitchen before he's caged you between himself and the counter.

"i don't like it. it's representing another team. though i am acquainted to sakusa..." he grasps his chin between his thumb and forefinger, pondering for a moment. "no, i don't like it."

you let your head fall onto his shoulder, defeated by his straightforwardness. he runs a hand down your spine, "is there a problem?"

you groan, meeting his eyes, "i thought you'd react more to it, like... be jealous or something, gods.." you say, rolling your eyes.

"well, i am jealous, i thought that was obvious?" he tilts his head to the side slightly, like a puppy.

"no, it wasn't!" you drop your forehead onto his chest and groan again. his 'matter-of-fact' attitude is probably going to kill you one day.

bokuto kotaro eyed the green shirt suspiciously, "when did you get that?"

you hum in a fake thought, "i think a while ago?" you turn, revealing the full front of the jersey. a large number 17, followed by the name sendai frogs.

"hey! it's tsukki-bro! hey, wait..." his shoulders fall, along with his smile. you almost gave up the act right then and there, he looks so upset immediately. he drags one foot after another, stopping in front of you. he pinches the mock jersey and rolls it between his fingers.

"it's not as soft as mine is." he mumbles, eyes still trained on the details of the shirt.

you wrap your arms around his neck and attempt to catch his eyes, but you realize they aren't sad. they're crinkled at the edges like he's smiling wide. seems like he's got you figured out.

kotaro figures you've caught onto his fake sadness, and a smile spreads across his lips as he kisses your forehead, "i saw the receipt on my email, you used my card."

"shit."

sakusa kiyoomi grimaces at your package as you hold it up for him to examine. if kiyoomi didn't find the green utterly horrid, it was the fact that you spent money, probably his, on a jersey that didn't even support his team.

"it's like you spun a wheel with teams on it and bought the first one it landed on," he watches as you rip the plastic off and instantly throw the jersey on. "oh my god."

you pull the shirt over your head, fitting into the sleeves, "what?"

"you're not even going to wash it first?" you pause. you hadn't thought about that, nor the fact that your boyfriend was now judging you twice over.

"i, um... no?" kiyoomi rolls his eyes, a telling look clouds his eyes. "wait, are you jealous?!" you practically leap off the couch, the green jersey falls fully into place, the hem grazing your thighs, as your boyfriend avoids your eyes.

"you are, i knew it!"

"i'm not.." he mumbles, cheeks turning just the slightest shade of pink. "why did you pick the sendai frogs anyways? do you even know the player you picked?"

"it was kyotani, and not really, i've only ever seen their team play on tv, like once." you reach around your head and pull the shirt off, throwing it to the side. "but you're jealous!"

"am not."

the jersey was a short lived accessory in your closet, but best believe kiyoomi threw it out later that night. the shirt wasn't even soft enough to turn into a cleaning rag or sleep shirt, in his best opinion.

oikawa tooru, your loving boyfriend, stands in front of you, absolutely fuming as he eyes the white schweiden adler's shirt. what makes it even worse is the name and number you've picked. #20, kageyama tobio.

"get rid of that, like, yesterday."

"um, how about no?"

"what do you mean, 'no'!"

you stand from the couch, "oh tooru, you grew up with iwaizumi as a best friend, you've been told no before." then take off towards your bedroom.

"you-! get back over here!" tooru tails you into the bedroom before you can shut and lock the door, leaving him in the hall. he grabs a handful of jersey pulling you towards the closet as you protest, trying to scratch at his arm like a cat.

"here is a treasure trove of shirts and sweaters at your disposal, why on earth would you need that."

you wiggle free from his, not surprisingly, strong grip and fall back onto the neatly made bed, wrinkling the sheets. "because, i knew you'd freak."

tooru whips around, slack jawed, "oh, and it was iwazumi's idea." if his mouth could fall any further to the ground, you'd have to pick it up for him.

"you're both so horribly mean to me!"

kyotani kentaro, a man of many emotions but little words. for some reason some 15 months ago, you decided that he was a great target for your affection. it took a long time poking and prodding at the volleyball player for his number, and by the grace of the gods, it worked. you broke down his walls and caved yourself a cozy little home in his heart. now, he'd ask for nothing different-

"what the fuck is that."

you look between your drink and your phone, one in each hand, "what do you mean?" you ask with a sweet smile.

he rounds the table, "oh piss off, you know what i mean," and pulls your chair out from the table, while tugging at your oversized argentina jersey t-shirt. the blue shirt ripples under kentaro's hold.

"oh, that! there was a giveaway online on them after the argentina team won their last big game, people online were saying they were soft, so i entered for one to sleep in. i needed a new sleep shirt anyways." you don't miss the disgusted look that your boyfriend sports so well, it deepens as he realizes the name on the back. oikawa.

after a moment, he notices your shoulders shaking lightly in laughter, sensing his displeasure. you rise from the chair, bringing him and his scrunched face into your hold, "i'm just fucking with ya, i specifically picked oikawa, too."

he huffs with a stupid smile, rolling his eyes but reciprocating the hug, "gross, get rid of it."

miya atsumu's jaw drops when he catches a sight of you lounging comfortably on the couch, in a jersey that is most definitely not his. he swiftly makes his way between you and the television, ignoring your protest. his brow furrows when you don't immediately acknowledge him and his pout, (though he will 100% deny he's pouting, miya atsumu does not pout like a child).

you lean back on the couch as he advances, "off, take it off," he says while grasping at the neck, trying to pull the jersey from you.

"atsumu stop, you're gonna stretch it!" you protest, trying to blindly swat his hands away.

he stops, the jersey falls back over your eyes and you're met with the most dramatically hurt expression ever, "you care more about this, than my feelings?!"

"i spent good money on it, besides, you went to school with suna so i thought it would be cute!"

"it is far from cute," he spits, eyes full of envy for what could have been you in his clothes. "if i let you re-steal the grey sweater can i throw that thing out?"

"... possibly."

atsumu crosses his arms, "i'll forfeit my movie choice tonight."

"you've got yourself a deal, sir."

"rin come help me with this!" suna rintaro shuffles off the couch at your call, making his way to the hallway between the living room and kitchen of your share apartment.

he leans on the doorframe as he watches you move around a picture frame, "where should this go?" you turn to him, handing the frame to him. it was a picture of the two of you and the miya twins at the recent festival that passed. it was nice to see the two of them, and thankfully both their schedules allowed for them to come.

rintaro smiles at the picture, gaze lifting to you, who's looking at him expectantly. his view lowers to your attire, a simple pair of black shorts and a shirt he's never seen before.

you catch him examining the jersey-copy and turn around to reveal the name miya across the back. you look over your shoulder and are met with rintaro's sharp eyes, judging your choice of player. and team.

he reaches out and places a hand on your shoulder, turning you back around to face him. "hey, why don't we have a bonfire tonight, i'm sure the pit is free and i have the perfect fire starter." you feel the shirt tighten by your shoulder, he's got an iron grip on the jersey, but his face remains calm as ever.

a little too calm, it's kind of unnerving.

large white letters stare tsukishima kei right back in his dumbfounded face. your boyfriend places his gym bag down by the door, walking into the kitchen, ducking under the frame that just slightly too short for him.

"hinata, really?" his voice sounded extremely irritated, but his face softened as you turned to face him.

you place your mug down, "yeah! i remember you went to school with him, i thought it was cool you both went pro!"

"i don't care what that blockhead did. more importantly, where did you get that?" the blonde gestures to your torso, flicking his wrist around distastefully.

you smile, "i ordered it online! since it's a popular team they have their own line of lookalikes, they're really soft too." while you praise the MSBY jersey, kei's brief look of jealousy goes unseen.

"you bought a jersey based on someone i went to high school with?" he steps closer, just to flick you on the forehead, "that's stupid."

you rub the spot, while swatting his chest with the back of your other hand, "you're stupid!"

"no, it's stupid that we're not burning that thing yet."

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p.s; i was gonna do goshiki but realized how CHOPPED he is in the timeskip. sorry my beloved i can't take you seriously with those baby bangs.

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° hypnotic, takin' over me

♡ a/n — airy get back into writing for other fandoms challenge START! ( starting with this drabble :) )

♡ word count — 835

♡ content — suna rintaro x fem! reader, goody two shoes reader, readers parents don't like suna, judgmental parents, probably ooc suna, not proofread

♡ synopsis — Suna Rintaro was trouble, maybe. But he was your kind of trouble.

Your parents absolutely despise Suna Rintarou.

They absolutely loathe your boyfriend.

Not because he's a bad kid, no, but because he just "looks like trouble," according to your mom.

Was it also because they caught you kissing him in your room when you thought they weren't home? Maybe...

You can still remember that day with mortifying clarity—your mom's gasp, the thud of a dropped grocery bag, the way Suna blinked like he was waking up from a dream, then immediately jumped three feet back from you. You’d never seen him move so fast. You hadn’t even kissed him like that, either. It was soft, quick, all lips and little breathless laughs. Nothing worth a scandal.

But that didn’t matter. Not to your parents. Not when he was involved.

You were their “perfect girl.” Their straight-A, curfew-following, college-prepping, never-skipped-a-day-of-class daughter. You always wore your seatbelt. You always said thank you. You always kept your promises.

And yet.

Somehow, this six-foot-something, sarcastic, sleepy-eyed volleyball player had slipped right through the cracks in your armor.

Because with Suna, it wasn’t about rebelling.

It wasn’t about defying your parents.

It was about the way your heart pulsed when he looked at you like you were a secret he was lucky to keep.

The way time slowed when his fingers traced idle shapes against your thigh beneath the lunch table.

The way the world felt muted until he was near, until his voice slid into your ears like your favorite song.

He never asked you to choose. Not once. Never asked you to lie. Never pushed.

But you did it anyway.

You told your mom you were going to a study group—when in reality, you were curled up in Suna’s lap on his couch, his hand buried in your hair as you half-watched a movie and half-listened to him complain about his team’s early morning practice.

You told your dad you were at the library—when you were actually sneaking Suna in through the side gate and into your room, where his shoes would be neatly placed under your bed and his hoodie would hang in your closet behind the ones your parents bought you.

It was a rush. A terrifying, euphoric rush.

Every door click. Every creak of the stairs. Every time you shoved him into your closet when you thought you heard a car pull into the driveway.

Every muffled laugh behind your hand when he mouthed “this is so dumb” from between your winter coats. Every near-catch made your blood sing.

You told yourself you were being careful. That your parents would never think to check your room during the day.

That your friends, suna's teammates, and even Kita would never rat you out. (They didn’t. Ever. Even when your mom grilled them separately.)

You wanted to be good. You still did. You loved your parents. But being good had never felt this hollow before.

Not after you’d tasted something more.

Because the truth was—Suna made you feel alive. Not in the reckless, fast-burning kind of way. But in the way that reminded you you were your own person, not just someone who’d been groomed to check every box.

With him, you could be quiet. You could be chaotic. You could cry. You could laugh until your stomach hurt. You could exist without performance.

And yeah, maybe he wasn’t the kind of boy your parents envisioned for you. He wore his uniform slouched, his hair perpetually tousled, his expressions unreadable. He didn’t talk much. He didn’t flatter them. He didn’t play along.

But he loved you like it was instinct.

He’d tug you away from busy hallways and press a kiss to your temple because he missed you.

He’d send you photos of stray cats with captions like “this one’s you” and you’d know exactly what he meant.

He’d catch your wrist when you were spiraling and say, “Hey. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” And he always did.

You’d watch the way he held back around your house. The way he tried, even when he didn’t say he was.

He stopped swearing around your mom. He once ate the casserole she made even though he hated onions. He complimented your dad’s car. He called them sir and ma’am and left through the front door when they were expecting him—only to climb in through your window two nights later when he wasn’t.

He was trouble, maybe. But he was your kind of trouble.

And somewhere along the line, you realized you weren’t afraid of getting caught anymore.

You were afraid of a life where you didn’t have him in it.

Where you followed all the rules, ticked every box, and still came up empty.

Because being good never felt half as good as Suna Rintarou saying, “I don’t care what they think. I can play nice with them for you.” and meaning every word.

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[megapteraurelia]

pussy inspector rin. — suna x you | hq

SUMMARY; suna rintaro, who lets you get away with a lot, except when you try to rile him up on purpose. WARNINGS; 18+; f!reader; fingering; oral (f!receiving); p in v (unprotected); squirting; degradation and objectification; dumbification; mention of piss; not proofread!! WORD COUNT; 2470.

Suna Rintaro who lets you get away with a lot.

When you slip your hand into his back pocket and squeeze his ass in public, he just lets it happen. He doesn't move your fingers or pulls a face; unimpressed look still etched in the slant of his gaze, the barest hint of a slow eyebrow raise. With your palm full of him, he doesn't care at all if anybody throws him any weird looks. If anything, he loves shrugging in their faces, voice languid and unhurried when he replies with, "This loser's a bit handsy."

"You're dumb," he says when you steal all his thick clothes in the dead of winter, and then throw him a look like he's at fault when you're outside, having started rubbing your arms despite wearing his shirt and his hoodie already. He lets you, though, as he peels his jacket off his shoulders because— , "Stay dumb."

Suna Rintaro lets you even get away with whispering filthy shit in his ear in front of the guys. Sunarin has spent a lot of time on the internet; masking his face when you decide to climb onto his lap, fingers brushing over his clothed cock as if you were only adjusting yourself, is a piece of cake, really. When your lips touch the shell of his ears, voice almost purring, "Poor baby, bet your hand's been getting more action than I give you lately," he allows you that, too.

Suna Rintaro who likes when you push limits, he does; it shoots a thrill down his spine seeing the triumphant look in your eyes when you think you've gotten away with another mischievous tease, when you pretend the sex scene in the movie wasn't affecting you even though he could tell that it does by the shifting of your legs, the press of your thighs. He does enjoy it because he likes the dumb face he'll have you make after way more.

So, he lets you get away with things until you strive to see the muscle in his jaw jump, until his eyes narrow and his voice cuts a little sharper, "That supposed to be funny?"

"Relax," you blink up at him, a sweet grin on your face, "It's harmless."

"Yeah? That why he's still looking like you'll go back to him?"

It is harmless.

Running a hand up that guy's shoulder at the party really doesn't mean anything — not when you had sent a look over the idiot's shoulder straight at Rintaro, your lashes brushing your cheeks with a demure smile. But Rin's hand rests on the back of your neck now, thumb just barely caressing the skin of your jaw, in the quiet way he always likes to touch you.

Suna Rintaro who drags you into an empty bedroom when you linger near that guy again, catching your wrist when you walk by, grip tight, neck tense, not even looking back at you.

The bed was soft, bouncy when his hand finds your chest to push you on it, when his other hand of his comes to grip your jaw, thumb finding its way into your mouth, heavy pressure on your tongue. Your hands scratch at his waist, but he doesn't budge even once. Instead, he lets his weight sink you down a little further, knee forcing your thighs apart.

"Nah, none of that. You want attention so bad?" Suna's eyes are sharp, hand travelling down to pick your wrists up like it was nothing, long fingers curling around your skin, "Cool. I'll give you as much as you deserve."

Leaving your mouth, his hand is slow, methodical in the way he strips you down; your protests weak, attempts to fight against him even weaker, because when he doesn't kiss you, when he doesn't praise you but instead stares down at the way you're laying on the bed with your legs spread, it has your skin vibrating, breath shallow, spit collecting at the back of your throat.

His face doesn't look impassive anymore, and you almost wish it would — instead, there's a sharp glint in his eyes, mocking and deliberate all the same. His lips are curved, but not in a smile, not in any way that shares your humour, but more like he's enjoying watching you dig your own grave, enjoying digging it with you.

His head tilts, "You've been acting like a spoiled little whore all day."

A whine catches in your throat, one that you try to swallow down as soon as it tries bubbling up. You don't want to give him the satisfaction, you don't.

His finger catches the hem of your underwear and he yanks it up, watches the way the damp fabric clings to your lips, the way your pussy quivers, "Look at that, you're ruining your panties. Kinda pathetic. This what you want that freak downstairs to see?"

Shaky exhale, a challenge in your eyes, "S-so what of it?"

"You're right," Suna says, a digging note in the lazy tenor of his, and it's sudden the way he lets go of your hands to grip your thighs; your heart lurching when he yanks you to the edge of the bed. There's a dull sound of his knees hitting the ground, his shoulders shoving your legs far apart, "Let's see what you got to show for then, yeah?"

When you squirm, he drapes an arm over your abdomen, pressing you down on the mattress heavily, with purpose. Your fingers scratch at his skin, but he ignores it; his heavy-lidded eyes focused on your cunt, his other slowly pulling your puffy folds apart with his fingers.

He hums, low, judging, and his breath feels cool against the wetness, "What a mess."

Fingers drag through your slick, slow with just enough pressure to make you gasp. You try to catch the movement with more control, hips begging against the hold he's got on you, but he's lifting his hand up and away already, watching the strings of pussy drool stretch between his fingers with a raised brow.

"I haven't even touched you properly, but you're already primed to go. Tell me, how do you walk around with such a needy pussy and pretend you have dignity?"

Sunarin doesn't even wait until you've opened your mouth, finger tapping your clit once, just to watch you flinch. His eyes gleam with amusement this time, shoulders slipping underneath your thighs now, voice low, "Pathetic little twitches, can't even handle my fingers. What makes you think you'll have a chance with anybody else, hm?"

He taps again, slower this time, tracing just enough to make you shiver but never enough to give you relief. Pressing the back of your hand to your mouth, your voice comes out whiny anyway, an insult on your tongue, a plea, j-just hurry already.

"What's that?" ignoring you and your whimper, his thumb holds you open whilst he leans in, close enough to breathe on you, to smell your scent, but he still doesn't touch you, "All swollen. Desperate. So very embarrassing. But you like this, don't you? Spread open like some cheap toy for me to rate."

Pearls trickle down between your cheeks, wetting the sheets beneath, sticky against your skin and when his tongue swipes over your sensitive sodden folds, your legs jerk out of instinct, trying to close around his head — he slaps the inside of your thigh with a lazy smack of his hand.

"Did i say you could move?"

"T-then you move, Rin— ah—"

His fingers sink inside you so easily, no resistance, his knuckles hitting your skin with a sharp sound, one that has heat shoot through your chest only to pool low. Your stomach tenses, eyes flutter, lips parting like you're trying not to moan, and your hips grind against his hand, chasing any type of friction, any type of filling he can give you, anything of his.

"So fucking needy," his breath comes out a little heavier, and when he speaks again, he's right against your pussy, "Just waiting to be used, are you even really a person like this, hn?"

Another heavy puff, "Don't know if you even deserve to."

But his mouth sinks down to meet your pussy anyway, tongue lapping up your juices like a dog, and here, in the middle of a stranger's bed, he pulls you closer against his face, against his tongue, the fucking of his fingers, their curling to find that gooey spot inside you that makes your whole body jerk, that has your thighs press against his ears.

When he catches his breaths in between licking you, shaky, his voice comes out muffled, rough, "Oh, I don't—" obscene squelches, "—know if I can—" clap, clap, clap of his hand, "—send you down like that. You taste bad. Honestly, hah—" groans, slurping, rutting his hips against the bed post, "— it's d-disappointing."

The heel of your foot comes down on his back at his words, voice crying out at the way he suckles your clit, the way he pulls it into his mouth like he's going to suck out your life through this puffed nub. His fingers are relentless, each stroke catching you off guard, has your abdomen tensing underneath his grip.

"Can't k-keep up? Figures," spit dribbles past his lips, wetting his fingers more: slick and slicker. The sudden contact sparks a strange, raw sensation, unfurling from your tensed toes to your calves, burning through your thighs, pooling deep inside with a weird and urgent ache.

"Ri—ah, Rin, feels— h-ngh."

His fingers move fast, no hesitation, mouth latched onto you, like he knows exactly what you're going to say. His gaze pins you down, nose wet and pushing against your folds, eyes glazed slightly, but the heated mocking is still written clear across his half-visible face.

And then—

Gone.

"Rintaro!"

Whines loud in the room, desperation bitter on your tongue, your hips buck against thin air, but none of his touches. With a barely suppressed chuckle, he wipes his fingers on your thigh, close enough to make you tremble, but far enough from your weeping cunt that tries to contract around nothing that you cry out again.

He shuts you up when his pruned fingers find their way between your lips, feeding them deep into your mouth as he leans over you, "You keep pretending to have this fuckass attitude, but look at you now. Legs open, brain off. You don't even care how stupid you look drooling like that, huh?"

The swollen head of his cock nudges against your quivering hole, "Can't even think, just take and take and take like the dumb little thing you are."

Suna Rintaro slips in like he's meant to be there, like you're nothing more than a hole, there to warm his fingers, there to engulf his dick, to bring him pleasure. He fucks you like he owns you, like you own him, like nobody can ruin you like he can, like he wants you to remember it deeply with every kiss of skin to skin, with every thrust, with every slip of your legs from his shoulder that he catches at once.

And you take it like he's carved himself into you, like he's the only one allowed to take you apart and put you back together, like you could etch it into his very being with the way your tongue swirls around his fingers, sucking your own juices off him.

"He can -ah- look all he wants," Sunarin groans against your leg, his mouth finding the pulse point on your ankle to suck a memory onto your flesh, "Harmless, hm? T-this — n-nah, don't you cry now. You asked for this,you wa-hanted me to fuck you stupid."

Fingers pulled out of your mouth, he drapes himself forward, sweaty chest pressed against yours, the coarse hair underneath his belly button scratching your own skin as he devours your mewls with his own lips.

You breathe heavy; the feeling of him all over you, in you as his hips snap over and over again with an overwhelming stretch too much for you. Stomach tingling, tears pricking your eyes, your toes start tensing on his shoulder as another zing of this same urgency shoots through you.

You don't say anything this time, swallow the words down, but to no avail — it's like Rin knows. Like his thumb finding your swollen clit is not a coincidence, like him pushing himself deeper inside you is urging you to submit, begging you to give in to this feeling.

And you do.

White-hot pleasure runs through your veins, numbing your senses, back arching, trembling legs as you wet his abdomen uncontrollably. Suna's hisses and groans are hard against your ears, "There she is, ah. That's what I wanted. I-it's like you're pissing yourself, huh? So fu-hah-fucking nasty," as his hips grow sloppy in their thrusts, stuttering, a whine building up in his throat.

He cums without warning, hot spurts of ropes shooting into you as he fucks his spilling back, teeth digging into your neck, hair tickling your face. His hips jerks with tiny movement when he continues, as if his need to bury himself in you and keep his seed from trickling out overpowers the sensitivity of his cock.

It was silent for a few minutes, heavy breaths and the soft squelching of Suna moving inside you the only thing existing in the space between you, tiny grunts leaving his lips and you do have hold back an eyeroll at him fucking himself stupid.

His teeth hurt your skin and when you shift, he lets go, licking over it in a half-apology, voice raw as his lips find your flesh in a kiss again and again, "You did well, pretty baby. For me. You were made for me."

Suna Rintaro who lets you get away with a lot.

Who allows you to manhandle his body in any way you want to, his muscles pliant underneath your hands as you seek his comfort within the confines of his arms. Who doesn't mind that you steal his clothes instead of using your own, even if that means he'd have to leave this house shirtless and shoeless. Who pushes you in front of him as you walk past that idiot who really thought you were free to have, who allows you to pull his body on top of yours on the couch, a weighted blanket all for your own.

Whose hands hold your neck now, though not as a warning, but in a way that is safe, that cradles you close to him. His fingers massage your body, his sharp nose tracing the shell of your ear and when his teeth gently bites your earlobe—

"Try pulling that shit again, though, and next time I won't be so nice."

Well, maybe not a whole lot.

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[megumimylove]

the worst criminal offence they can do against a girl like me is not making oikawa and atsumu interact even ONCE in the whole series

[rinsoap]

SONGS THEY LOVE TO MAKE OUT TO!

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : suna rintaro. iwaizumi hajime. atsumu miya.

note : me after incorporating my music hyperfixation into all my works. also can u tell im so obsessed with all of these men's arms n hands.

SUNA RINTARO: REDBONE BY CHILDISH GAMBINO

makeouts with suna are always distracting you. this night was no different except for the fact that you're on the floor. well, you're sittting on the rug beside his bed that's pushed up to the wall. he's sitting against it, and you're in his lap facing him. you're on your phone, not paying attention to the boy directly in front of you, too busy trying to instruct one of your project partners on how to use microsoft. suna is not usually jealous. who cares if someone's into you? it's not like they have a chance. you never entertain them anyways. he just misses you. he was out of the city for a week for an away game, and he's hardly kissed you since he left. he's had awaken, my love! by childish gambino playing for a while now, head lolling back on the bed, bored out of his mind. "babyyyy" he hums in complaint after you giggle at your phone. "hold on rin, i'm almost done... god these people are so stupid, i swear i'm literally carrying this project" you roll your eyes as your fingers fly across the screen, the tapping filling the silence until your boyfriend groans and brings his head up to look at your pretty face. the intro of redbone kicks in, and his mind starts racing, thinking about all the times he's kissed your lips to this song. his hand snakes around your waist, and you feel his thumb start tracing hearts into your skin. "you're too pretty to be worrying about school," suna pouts, "you should pay attention to... other things..." his suspicious trail off causing your eyes to flick to his face, but before you could find his eye contact, he was planting kisses onto your neck. "rin," you whine, winding up to tell him off, but he makes his way up to your jaw, grinning against your cheek when you catch his eye. "rin i can't..." you sigh, incredibly receptive to his touch despite your words, dropping your phone still open on your messages to wrap your arms around his shoulders. "you just look so beautiful, can’t stop myself," he mumbles before pressing his lips against yours, hands making their way to hold the dip between your jaw and neck. you lean into his desperate kiss, and when your fingers carress the nape of his neck, you feel him smile. "missed you so much baby"

IWAIZUMI HAJIME: NIGHTS BY FRANK OCEAN

makeouts with iwaizumi always start out polite. it's always just one kiss, something casual, until he starts getting needier. you had dragged your boyfriend into another late afternoon nap, him shirtless, and you wearing one of his faded graphic t-shirts. you're woken by the sunlight beaming through iwaizumi's ineffective blinds. his arm is lazily holding you and he's laying on his stomach, you're on your back. you place your hand on his forearm and hum along to the end of hold on by the internet. you had forgotten you put on a playlist. you hear iwaizumi grunt and you giggle. "you awake finally?" he teases, turning on his side to face you and you do the same. "take a guess, genius" you quip back and he tsks. he doesn't say anything though, chest to chest and noses touching, he just stares into your eyes. sometimes he wakes up with you next to him and he is baffled at how he managed to pull someone as gorgeous as you. his eyes only break from yours to flick to your lips, and you can tell he's trying to be discreet by the way they immediately dart back. the song changes, and you both smile at each other knowingly. you were about to exclaim that he should just kiss you, but he interrupts that thought to oblige, and your face goes hot. his kisses still gave you butterflies despite being with him for so long. you kiss him back, matching the way he deepens it, hands over your hips as he pulls you onto him. you gasp at the sudden nature of it, and he grins against your mouth. you break free and move your hands from the sides of his face to his bare chest, but he pulls you closer to kiss up your shoulder and your collarbones and ultimately brings you back to kiss him. as the beat switches, his strong arms hold you tighter, closing whatever distance the two of you might have had before. he groans in your mouth when your hands tangle in his hair, tugging on it slightly when he quietly mumbles, "i love you". he could kiss you all day if he could, and he acts like it.

MIYA ATSUMU: ONE NIGHT ONLY BY SONDER

makeouts with atsumu are intense and frequent. he loves pda, he's the type of guy to use any excuse to show off his girl, and is that such a crime?! he needs to stop kissing you at parties though, i fear you've become that couple. you were both a little tipsy, and when atsumu drinks, he can't take his hands off of you. so when he started kissing on your neck, you rushed him to the bathroom to avert everyone's eyes from the pda. you shut the door behind you, and atsumu quickly takes the opportunity to close the distance between you two until he had you pressed against the door. "oh, hey," you say with a sarcastic smirk that he matches. "hi baby," he bites his lip, looking you up and down and then back to your eyes, "you look so fucking good... i couldn't stop looking at ya, princess" he knows he's not subtle. your heart beats to the bass of the song playing through the door as he cups your cheeks in his big hands. he leans in to kiss you fervently, leaving you breathless and almost as needy as him. his hands thread through your hair and yours do the same as he nips at your lips playfully. you giggle and he pulls back just enough to speak, resting his forehead on yours. "you're so perfect" is all he says before he starts peppering you face and neck with soft kisses, working his way up back to your lips to capture you in a kiss much more intense comparatively. his hands roam your back, and you melt into his touch as the two of you intertwine. the world fades away, it's just you and him and the song. "hey are y'all done in there or what?" osamu knocks irritably, gladly interrupting you much to both of your displeasure. you laugh, and atsumu rolls his eyes. "yeah yeah whatever," he calls out, planting one last kiss on your cheek before you drag him out of the bathroom, "this will be continued later, promise you baby" he's so corny

[kitasuno]

to be loved is to be known | suna rintarou x reader

you're in love with suna. you think suna's in love with someone else. he's not.

slight angst, happy endings, and miscommunications atsumu is sexy reader is gn wc: 1481

It is dusk and warm and just barely humid when you realize you don’t know Suna Rintarou at all. 

You know that Suna likes chuupets and volleyball and his dingy digital camera with the cracked screen. His left eye twitches slightly when he lies, he always ties his right shoe before his left, and he keeps forgetting to buy pencil lead despite preferring mechanical pencils over traditional. He likes the rain. Can’t bite into ice cream. Wool scarves over fleece, seven followers on his private Twitter, and is always late because he likes feeding the stray cats in the alley next to the Family Mart with the good sausages. 

What you didn’t know is that Suna Rintarou is in love. You find out from Kita Shinsuke, who tells Aran after practice, a conversation not meant for your ears but gracing them nonetheless as you stand before the entrance to the gymnasium. You feel a dryness in your throat and a sting in your eyes as Kita shares that Suna is not only in love but had confessed to someone. Maybe it’s your divine punishment for eavesdropping. Maybe it’s rotten luck. Because, coincidentally, and horribly so, you’ve been in love with Suna Rintarou ever since you met him. 

So when Suna walks up from behind you, back from the vending machine, and asks you why you’re lingering outside and staring at Kita with that look on your face, you lie. 

“I have a crush on Shinsuke.” You blurt out. 

He blinks. Once. Twice. And stares. 

The longer Suna stares at you under the grey, purplish-pinkish sky with his hands shoved into his pockets and his left eye twitching, you realize you don’t know him at all. Because Suna, in all his indifference and nonchalance, looks hurt. You see something flit beneath his eyes, but you’ve never been good at reading people. So you settle on the idea that it’s something less than betrayal but more than indifference, and you don’t know why your heart’s beating so fast and sinking, pitter pattering and twisting in your stomach. 

You feel sick. 

“You like Kita-san,” He says, and it comes out as a statement, not a question. He blinks a third time, and as the look in his eyes disappears as quickly as it came, you decide you much prefer the hurt or the discomfort or the something over the blank apathy that he’s looking you over with now. “You have a crush on Kita… Shinsuke.” He finishes, and you can’t hear the bitterness in his voice over the shrill of your heart. 

You’ve always liked Suna’s eyes but tonight you like the pavement more, and as you stare a hole into the concrete beneath you, you ignore how your feet are fidgeting and your palms are sweaty and how Rintarou is hovering over you. 

“Mhm,” You squeak, tearing your eyes from the asphalt with the cracks and an ugly pill-bug on the ground. As you look up to grey eyes and dark hair, you wish that loving Suna Rintarou was harder. 

“I’m, uh, I’m going to tell Shinsuke tomorrow.” You say, Shinsuke’s name foreign on your tongue compared to the warmth and honey that Rintarou’s tastes like. I’m in love with you and this is a bad idea, you think. I like you, not Kita, is what you don’t say. Instead, and arguably worse, is the mention of Miya Atsumu’s name. “Atsumu gave me the confidence to confess!” 

Suna pauses. 

“Atsumu told you to?” He asks, and it’s the most bewildered you’ve heard him in a while.

A glance at his phone. Hands that emerge from his pockets. If you weren’t so preoccupied with the concrete you would have seen the twitch of his fingers and the tightening of his jaw as he opens Line. You nod dimly. 

“Okay,” is what he says, and you feel your heart in your stomach again. You look up. “Okay.” He repeats again. 

And maybe it’s the hurt that stings in your chest from Rintarou being so okay with you (hypothetically) being in love with Kita Shinsuke that pushes your eyes to water and your mouth to open. 

“Is that it?” You ask. 

A beat of silence. And then, a scoff. 

“Yeah. Congratulations,” Suna says. “Good luck.” 

As dusk turns to nightfall and what was a barely-humid night in July is now overwhelmingly warm and sickly and hot, Rintarou’s gaze is overbearing. And when your eyes start to swim and Suna’s gaze turns to confusion and then realization, you do the only thing you know how to do. You bolt. 

An incessant string of dings. Your lip wobbles under your teeth as you pull out your phone from under your covers. 

from: miya osamu (21:03)  where the fuck did ya go  and whys suna blwoin up my phone

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:03)  WHYYSS SUNARIN BLOWING UOA PP MY PHONE ??!?@@>>!?>??!??! WHYS HE SAYIN U LIKE KITA-SAN

from: you (21:05) its so over i ran home

from: you (21:05)  i told him i like shinsuke and that i am confessing to kita  tomorrow

amazing perfect miya atsexy and miya osamu are typing…

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:06)  WHAT

from: miya osamu (21:06) r u fuckin stupid why would ya do that

from: you (21:07) i heard shinsuke tell aran that suna confessed to someone today and then rin came back so i told him i like kita bcuz i panicked and also he cant know i like him right as he’s ginna get BAGGED wait but idk if he got rejected or not WHO AM I KIDDING suna would NOT get rejected LOLOL but anyways i think he knows i like him bcuz i started cryig and then he had this look on his face like he knew i was bullshittin him now venmo me money before i kil msyelf 

from: miya osamu (21:12) yeah he was gonna confess to YOU today

from: you (21:12) ?

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:12) HOLY MISCOMMUNICATION

from: you (21:18) Wht??

from: miya osamu (21:19) suna was supposed to confess to u today 

from: you (21:21) but shinsuke said rin already confessed

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:22) why wiud u ever think about takin gossip from KITA SHINSUKE AN WHYD YA BRING ME UP IM GNNA BE STONED AT DAWN

from: miya osamu (21:22) HOORAY !

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:22) SHUDDUP  

You bolt, again, but this time it’s out of your bed, down a flight of stairs, and through your front door. You’re halfway down the street near the Family Mart with the Good Sausages™ when you barrell into someone who smells faintly of blackberries and Suna’s laundry detergent. 

“Excuse me,” You blurt, scrambling away, until you feel a grip on your waist and a familiar shape behind you with a familiar smell and a familiar voice, and Ohmygod, you’re out of breath and close to frantic but Suna Rintarou is holding you steady by your waist, warm and tall and here. 

“Rintar-”

“I like you.”

You feel it more than you hear it- Suna is muffled and quiet as he mumbles into the back of your shoulder, tall frame folded into you. 

“Idiot.” He adds, and you don’t have to turn to know the tips of his ears are pink and his eyebrows are furrowed. “You’re an idiot.” 

It’s twilight, and just-barely humid when you realize that Suna Rintarou knows you. 

Suna knows that you ramble when you’re nervous. He knows that you like the rain and you don’t like humidity. You carry extra lead in your pencil pouch and you like volleyball and stray cats. You can bite into your ice cream. You color coordinate your bookshelves. You don’t have a crush on Kita Shinsuke. 

You don’t know that Suna keeps his digital camera with the shitty cracks because you bought it for him from a shop in Akihabara. You don’t know that Suna leaves his packs of pencil lead at home because leaning over your desk in class and seeing that smile on your face is far more fun. You don’t know that he writes with extra pressure on his worksheets to crack his lead and ask for more. 

You didn’t know that Suna Rintarou is in love with you. 

So he grins into your shoulder and tells you.  

amazing perfect miya atsexy (22:14) 1 Attachment GROSS!!!!!! do NOT start making out at practice or i will RESIGN !!!

sunarin (22:14) @ y/n lets start making out at practice

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[pompompurinwife]

like me back!

18. kiss it better

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a suna x reader smau

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yn pov

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i make my way over to the window and slide it over. rin’s brought me a present this time.

i try to hide the satisfaction in my voice, but i think rin sees right through me, “flowers again? do you have a garden or something?”

with an outstretched arm, rin tells me to, “just take them.” then, he brushes off any excess debris off of himself, before perching himself on my bed like he’s done this a thousand times. i, on the other hand, keep my distance and lean against my desk across the room.

“so,” rin’s playful tone breaks the deafening silence, “are we just gonna keep staring at each other or what?”

i’m slightly annoyed at his attempt to make a joke given the circumstances. he cocks a brow at me, clearly trying to read my mind. i know i should be mad. i know i should be furious. i mean, come on. you get mixed signals for a few months, then you watch him kiss one of your closest friends? any girl with half a brain would dump him and move on. what kind of a fool would give him yet another chance?

i guess this makes me a fool.

i straighten up and cross my arms, trying to mask my emotions before replying, “you wanted to talk, so talk. i’m listening.”

i listen to rintaro as he tells me everything—exactly what happened, what his intentions were, and what his intentions weren’t. i can tell just from the sound of his voice how honest he is and how he truly never had bad intentions in the first place. he goes on and spares me no detail, but finally, and most importantly, he tells me how sorry he is about the entirety of the situation. he sounds so vulnerable, i almost think he’s about to cry.

how could anyone do this to such a sweet boy?

“are you still mad at me?”

“rintaro, i was never mad at you,” i pause and take a moment to stand up and make my way towards him, “i just never knew i meant so much to you. but i’m glad you told me.”

i move to stand directly in front of rintaro and cup my hands around his jaw to tilt his head up at me. i pretend not to notice the pink hue around his ears that definitely wasn’t there before. and i can almost feel the heat creeping up his neck and spreading across his face. we’re quiet like this for a bit.

rintaro gestures for me to step back so he can stand up. he advances towards me, while still keeping my hands around his neck, until the back of my legs hit the desk.

“it’s getting late, i should probably head home soon. but, yn, i need to know something… i need to know if i still have a chance with you.”

this makes me smile. i know i could say of course rin, you’ve always had me. i know i can tell him about how long i’ve waited to hear those words. but i don’t. because i can’t let him have me that easily. not after everything we’ve been through.

so instead, i pull his face towards mine and let him close the gap between our lips.

when i feel rintaro pull away i smile against his lips, “it’s a good thing you’re better at kissing than you are at communicating.” i pull back to look up at him and whisper, “keep it up and i might just make you mine.”

notes:

if you are confused ab the timeline it is around the end of november in the story!

i am LOVING how the story is gonna turn out!!!

muahahahhaa you guys probably thought it was gonna be super angsty

also i despise writing.... but i knew i had to write this chapter so i am sorry if it sucks LMAOO

also if you think yn forgave him too soon please look at this 🙏

no kana…..for now…..

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[tetsumie]

heyy when you have the time to do so, can i request college!suna x reader angst to fluff where reader tries to spend time with suna but they get into an argument where he decides to spend time with his athlete friend group but then feels guilty and make up with reader through heart to heart conversation? 🫶🏻sorry if this is so long i have no idea how to make the prompt shorter but honestly i love all the fics you post so idc if you change it up a bit just thought i’d give an idea

𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇

pairing: suna rintaro x gen!neutral reader

genre: hurt/comfort

content: you confront him about the growing distance in your relationship, something he's been dismissing for a while, until he finally grasps the seriousness of the situation

cw: suna is a bit harsh; arguments but they make up <3

a/n: hihi anon! ty for requesting and i hope it's to your liking :D i'm still accepting requests for my 1k event so feel free to send more into my inbox!

"it's like i never see you anymore!"

suna and you have been in this back and forth argument for what felt like an eternity and it's draining the life out of you.

suna has been preoccupied with the upcoming inter-collegiate volleyball tournament. as a starter on the prestigious division 1 ejp raijin volleyball team, the arduous practices and pressure have been taking a heavier toll than expected on him.

as a result of this, suna has been incredibly distant in your relationship. he was always gone before you woke up in the morning and didn't return until after you fell asleep. every time you tried to plan a date or suggest something to do together, he somehow always cancels. it's always, "sorry i have to run some extra drills. maybe another day?"

it's exhausting putting this much effort into your relationship when it all seems in vain.

you've tried bringing this up to suna before, mentioning how you would like to spend more time together. but suna, being suna, always brushed it off. but there's only so much dismissal you can take.

you really miss your boyfriend.

but you're not sure he misses you the way you miss him.

"y/n you can't expect me to drop everything for you! like fuck, i have a life outside of you," he exclaims, snapping you back to the current argument at hand.

"i didn't say that, rin."

"that's what you're trying to say," he replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

you shake you head, lowering your voice. "i know volleyball always has and always will be a top priority for you but i just wish... well, it would be nice if you could put a bit of effort into our relationship."

"what if i don't even want to anymore..." he mumbles under his breath as he walks to the closet, grabbing a coat.

the rage in your heart and mind now simmer down to a feeling of dread and heartbreak. what?

as he turns around, he sends an icy glare at you. you've never seen this side of him and you refuse to let him see you crumble apart in front of him. you refuse to break down right now.

"you don't want to what, suna?" you look at him, tone icy cold. "go on. tell me."

the heated environment is making his mind all cloudy and he wants to end this conversation now.

"you know what i mean, y/n. i'm going out. don't call me."

the door opens and slams shut.

the moment the door closes, you're completely still. you're running on autopilot. you find yourself making a cup of tea and sitting at the dining table, looking at the empty, lifeless apartment sprawled in front of you.

subconsciously, the tears started to roll. i guess that's it then. i think i better start packing my things. i should be gone by the time he comes back home.

meanwhile, suna makes his way downtown to the bar where some of his volleyball friends had invited him out for a couple drinks. he opens the door to the bar and he can hear the familiar rowdiness of his friends.

"well, well, well, if it ain't the infamous sunarin from ejp," a familiar blonde comes running to him. "been too long since i've seen ya stupid ass."

"yeah yeah whatever asshole," suna slaps the back of atsumu and nods over at osamu who's sitting on the table. "it's good to see you both."

as suna and atsumu head to the table in the back with the rest of his friends, his mind can't help but linger back to the argument that he had with you. but he decides to shake his mind off it.

he's here to have fun with his friends right now. not be worried about you.

"you didn't bring y/n tonight?" komori, suna's teammate, asks. "i haven't seen them in a hot minute. what've they been up to?"

what have you been up to? he doesn’t know. when was the last time we both had an actual conversation? he doesn’t know. he doesn’t even know what's been going on in your life lately. fuck this is what y/n meant.

he forces a smile, masking the bitter thoughts playing in his mind. "they're good. just doing their classes and stuff."

"ah right, well bring them by sometime! it's been too long since i've seen them. they never fail to light up the room with their presence."

"yeah you're right."

he nods, taking small sips from the beer in front of him.

as the conversation and chaos ensue among his friends, his mind keeps drifting back to the memories of the argument he walked out on. his mind has cooled off and a sense of guilt starts to take over his body.

here he is having fun with his friends while you're at home all alone, waiting for him. you just wanted to spend time with him and here he was, finding comfort in other people other than you.

he tries to remember the last time you both had gone out together but he's drawing a complete blank. he can't even remember the last time he's kissed you or held you in his hands.

no wonder you've been feeling so lonely.

and in response, he just kept brushing you off until you blew up today. and to make matters worse, he walked out of the argument giving you no sense of reassurance or closure on the matter.

at the realization, suna shoots up out of his seat with flushed cheeks. the group turns to him.

"i gotta head out for the night. i gotta see my baby."

"get a fuckin' room sunarin," osamu shouts. the rest of the groups howls in agreement. "see ya."

he waves goodbye and starts trudging his way back to the shared apartment. he expects to find you asleep so he can crawl into bed with you and cuddle, never intending on letting you go.

so you can imagine the surprise when he opens the door and sees the bedroom light on and hears rustling noises. "baby?" he calls out. "y/n?"

he takes off his shoes and coat and walks to the bedroom. he starts to internally panic at the sight in front of him.

you have a couple of suitcases out filled with your clothes and belongings. at a glance, he can see that your side of the closet is almost empty. you've even taken down a couple of the decor pieces in the room that you bought but he was never particularly interested in. with your headphones in, you’re focused on packing, but what breaks him the most is seeing you wipe your eyes as you do so. why are you even packing? where are you going?

and then it hits him.

not only did he make it seem like he didn’t want to make this relationship work, but his actions have been driving you away. fuck, this was bad. he didn't mean any of it. he has to fix it or he's gonna lose the best thing in his life for good.

he goes over to you and taps your shorted and you yelp, startled by the 6'2" man, hovering above you.

"what the hell are you doing?" suna asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

you wipe your eyes. "i'm leaving."

"don't be ridiculous," he scoffs.

"ridiculous?" you laugh at the absurdity of his comment. "what's ridiculous is how you walk out of an argument not even wanting to work things out. what's ridiculous is how you just continue to put me aside like i’m some side piece."

he knows you’re hurting. and it’s all his fault.

he doesn’t know how to properly express everything he needs to say to you.

so in the heat of it all, he does what he thinks is the next best thing and kisses you.

you'd forgotten this feeling. his soft lips on yours and how they fit together just right. it's the softest kiss he's ever given to you and your heart swells at the gesture.

you pull away and you plop yourself on the floor to process what just happened.

right there and then, he looks at you. he really looks at you. he notices the way you have some baby hairs popping out and your cheeks feel warm from all that crying. he notices the way your eyes look slightly puffed out and the remnants of tears on your cheeks.

i'm the cause of this. this is all my fault.

"i’m sorry," he begins.

you sigh and look away mumbling to yourself. "you’ve said that before. it doesn’t change anything."

"and you’re right."

you look up at him, surprised by his admission. "w-what?"

"you’re absolutely right, y/n."

he crouches down to your level, resting his hand on your knee so he can look you in the eye.

"i shouldn't have made it seem i wasn't willing to put in the effort into making us work," he says, gesturing between you and him. "my actions and what i said to you a couple hours ago obviously made it seem that way and i'm an absolute dumbass for not picking up on it."

you’re silent. he searches your face, looking for any speck of emotion, but he still can’t read you. in the amount of time he's known you, you’ve always been the exception.

"i've been swamped with so much work lately and i know i need to do better. i spread myself so thin that i forgot to prioritize the things and the people that matter the most to me."

you're silent, unsure of what to say to him.

"i thought i was doing the best i could do until i realized i could be doing so much more for us and for you. i'm so sorry for not being here."

"i know rin," you whisper. finally, for the first time you look up from your lap to look at him. "it just felt like you didn't care about us anymore. you're the hardest worker i know but i just wish you were here sometimes."

"and i wouldn't be able to be that hard worker without your love and support, you know," his hand cups your cheek as he runs his thumb across the tear streaks on your face.

"i realize how absent i’ve been in our relationship lately and i can’t imagine how lonely you’ve been feeling. i want to make this relationship work with you. i know i suck at being sappy and shit but you really are my other half. no matter what it takes, i’ll make us work. i’ll fight for this relationship. i'll fight for us."

"oh, rin," you sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him in close for a hug. the tears begin to flow from your eyes.

he feels his eyes glaze over. he breathes in your familiar scent and feels a warmth he’s missed.

even after everything, you still love him.

he starts with a gentle kiss on your cheek, then starts peppering your face with soft kisses.

you let out a watery chuckle, making his heart skip a beat. he hasn't heard your laugh in forever and he swears to himself to never be the reason for your tears again.

"let's go to bed now baby. i've gotta cuddle away all the pain i've caused you."

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At least once a week, Suna brought his children out in the yard to play some volleyball.

His son was practising to be a setter (Atsumu’s influence, it’s a sensitive topic for Suna), while his daughter spiked his sets.

That’s perfect because Suna got an insane confidence boost from blocking for them.

Sometimes, when they were really trying, he let them earn some points so that he can watch them practice their celebrations. It always brought a smile to his face.

“If you make the next one, we’ll go to Super Nintendo World next week.”

They screamed in excitement, making you peek into the yard and find a seat to watch them.

Your son focused hard as your daughter threw up the ball before doing the run-up, grinning excitedly as she watched the perfect set he put up for her.

Copying her dad’s technique, she leaned sideways in an attempt to avoid his block.

Suna watched with pride, almost regretting his plot.

As the ball crossed over the net, his hand was already there to stop it, making it fall to the ground on the kids�� side. “That’s the harsh reality of life, kiddos. I want you to get familiar with this feeling: It’s called disappointment.”

They screamed again, this time angrily, before storming under the net and jumping him, hauling him to the ground when he didn’t fight back.

You laughed from the porch, holding your stomach. That’s definitely the father of your children.

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