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Hate sex with Suna? 🤒

i love you guys😔 PERIOD. but we just gonna ignore the plot and the holes in it for this one bc i was lowkey rushing and that’s not even the main course so ill make it make sense when i wake back up😋😋😋

Pairing: Suna Rintarō x Reader

Rating: M! for mature

Contains: kinda wall fuckin i guess, some chokin, degradation bc hoes mad

Group projects, to this fucking day, would always be the worst part of uni. Especially when you’re trapped in a trio with the man of your nightmares, and someone you’d actually come to know as a friend.

Suna Rintarō, admittedly, was anything but the latter. He’d grown a lot since the last time you saw him, and time had admittedly healed your wounds but your throat still dries at the sight, heart lurching in your chest as if it still means to reach out to him and it only serves to piss you off. Suna fucking Rintarō- the man who’d broken your heart and then ghosted with no explanation.

So being trapped in a room with him, for any amount of time to be frank, was nothing short of torturous.

“Can you please stop doing that?” You hiss, referring to the irritating, mechanical click of his stupid fucking pen. Kita looks up from his laptop, quirking an eyebrow until you offer him an apologetic smile.

“My bad.” Suna drawls from across the room, tone lazy and unaffected. It tightens something hot in your stomach, something that makes your blood boil.

“Just knock it off.” You grind out, fingers pausing on the keyboard. “Unless you just have to keep being an annoying piece of sh-”

“Language,” Kita interrupts, but he doesn’t look up from his work, as if the whole situation was nothing uncommon, but then again you suppose it wasn’t, every session this week had been the same. Still though, you don’t think you can handle his wrath on top of everything so you fall quiet when he speaks again, “Knock it off. Both of you, I need someone to finish this section so I can start the others.”

Shin passes the assignment off to you, but two minutes in and Suna is already correcting every word and sentence you put in the shared document, “That’s not accurate to what we’re talking about.” He mutters from his bed, as if you hadn’t known that when you typed it.

“Well if I could take the two seconds I need to fix it before you delete it, maybe I could’ve-” You’re cut off when he groans a complaint, rubbing at the crease in his forehead.

“For some reason I really doubt that.”

It’s the rage that startles you, licking white-hot through your stomach with the urge to lash out. “Okay then why don’t you do it, smartass?”

He rolls his eyes, waving the laptop in his arms, “That’s what I’m trying to-”

“Will you two please stop bickering?” Kita interjects, clearly tired of the three hours spent locked in. He sighs, disappointment settled in his stare so deep it almost makes you wilt.

“It wouldn’t be bickering if Suna would stop being such a hard ass,” You mutter, biting down hard on your teeth as if it would ease the headache creeping up on you.

“I just want to pass,” He shrugs, slouching back in his pillows. The words make you fume, glare hardening as it hones in on him.

“You didn’t seem to care when you were sitting there doing nothing for the first hour.”

“Knock it off,” Shin finally hisses, and the two of drop it as he shuts his laptop with a sharp click, shoving it back into his bag. “I will be back in an hour for my break, I expect you to have worked out whatever petty drama this is in the time being. Try your best not to destroy anything.”

And then he’s gone, leaving the two of you alone in the suddenly much too small dorm.

“You’re an asshole,” He says finally, snapping his laptop shut and shredding through the thick tension that had gathered in the meantime.

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for the project, I don’t exactly jump for joy when I have to be around you, Suna.”

A strangled look crosses his face but the expression is gone before you decipher it, molding into his usual passionless scowl, “I’m not the one with a stick up my ass though, huh?”

“No you’re just the piece who just ghosted me after a year of dating,” You snort, but the bite in your tone throws him off. “Real classy by the way.”

He sits up straighter at that, brows furrowing as his eyes narrow, “You're acting like I didn’t have a reason.”

The sound of you shoving away from the desk is like a gunshot in the quiet that spreads, but you can’t pay attention to anything but the rage bubbling over, forcing your legs to move towards the bed he’s lounging on. “A reason, Suna? You disappeared without an explanation. I had to hear about our ‘break up’ from Atsumu of all people.”

“What a tragedy,” His voice is as bland as always; easily unmotivated but he pushes himself up to his feet anyways, taking the bold step into your space. “It’s almost like you’re the one who got cheated on.”

“What?” You said intelligently, and your stomach sinks. You wrack your brain for answers; thinking of any situation that could make sense of his words but nothing applies. “You think I cheated on you?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Shadows mark his hazy, red stained eyes, but he’s as handsome as ever from this close. Months and years of time spent apart weathers his face into sharp edges you don't recognize.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You’re in his face before you can stop yourself, nearly chest to chest as you force him to back away from the force of your wrath.

“Just saying,” He sneers, lip curling into a snarl to match, “Your friends had a lot to tell me.”

There’s the sharp sound of impact, hand stinging from where it collides with his cheek but you’re being moved before you can bring yourself to even form an apology. Your body hits the wall with enough force to ricochet in your skull, teeth clacking almost violently and you grunt in discomfort, pushing against the sudden iron grip around your wrists.

“Suna,” You snarl, shoving uselessly against him, “Let go.”

HIs own actions seem to shock him for a moment, grip slackening just enough for you to lurch free, hands colliding with his shoulders hard enough to knock him off kilter. He retaliates just as hard, pushing the entirety of his weight against you nearly hard enough to hurt.

“Why did you do it?” Suna asks after a moment of heavy breathing, voice a lot less angry than the near bruising grip he has on you. Pleasure sparks in your core and you try your best to shove it down, focusing on your irritation. He sounds almost sad when he says it, like it’s a secret to even his own ears.

The thought makes you bristle, pissed at the mere audacity he has to be upset with what he’d done. “Why?” You grin; a slow, lecherous smirk cutting across your face, “Scared you weren’t good enough?”

His face curls into raw hurt before the vulnerability is casted over with something cold but you saw it, and you have to bite down on the urge to make it worse; to pay him back for all of the suffering, “So you do care.”

“No…” Suna begins, but it sounds forced; a truth he doesn’t quite believe himself. “Things just felt… unfinished.”

“You broke up with me through your friend because you couldn’t be bothered to do it yourself, no wonder it feels unfinished.” You toss back. His face doesn’t help- eyes narrowed with the same rage setting your blood alight.

The show of aggression makes him frown and you jerk forward, startling him just enough to inch away. It contorts his features into something sour, and he lets go of your hands in favor of slamming his into the walls beside your head.

“Fine,” He hisses, straining to read your face. It startles a laugh out of you, marveled at the sight because you could never be scared by Suna of all people. You meet his molten stare with one of your own, a pleasant heat flushing your chest and you hope this is going where you think it is.

Your mouth falls open, whatever hurtful words you could imagine dragging forth but the brush of his nose against yours stops you in your tracks, leaving you a few stunned seconds before Suna is smothering you with a kiss.

The pull is almost magnetic and you react to the familiarity, shivers racing down your spine as you push pliantly into the bruising embrace of his arms around you.

You expect sparks; fireworks even, but this wasn't it- wasn’t anything like the sweet kisses you’d shared when you were younger. This was aggressive and all-consuming, robbing the air from your lungs as warmth spills through your veins and the anger only fuels it further.

Suna pinches your tighter against him, nearly crushing you to his chest as he guides your willing mouth against his until you gasp at the force, providing him with just enough space to slip his tongue through the seam of your lips.

You heave warm and raw against him, fingers digging into his shoulders as you lose yourself in his every touch. For a rare second you’re devoid of the memories- of the rage and guilt and every horrid emotion the sight of him brings but it returns with a vengeance; encouraging the filthy dig of your teeth into him.

Suna kisses like he means to suck the air from your lungs; every time you part he only drags you closer, harder, sucking on your skin with his wanting mouth as if it could make you disappear altogether.

“Suna-“ You hiss, pushing at his chest but you can’t help but contradict yourself, fisting handfuls of his hair to guide him closer. You’re briefly surprised by the realization that you’ve missed this- missed being close to him like you missed home.

The tent in his jeans rubs against your thigh with every shove, and oh, you think, pushing back against it. Kita would probably kill you, but you could worry about that later, all that mattered now was tugging sloppily at his belt until it tears free from the loops. Your shorts follow soon but the underwear stays; the distance between you far too great for your impatience to allow it.

You’re too busy trying to keep up with his mouth to focus, so caught up you don’t notice the rub of the wall on your back until he’s hiking your legs up around his hips and hoisting you up, pressing you into the plaster so far it digs through your shirt.

His fingers shove your panties to the side, trailing messily through your damp folds as they graze heated flesh, gliding just open your opening. Suna tries to pull away like he means to speak but you don’t give him the chance to ruin anything, swallowing them down with another violent kiss.

It’s enough confirmation for him, fingers beginning the press in with a stretch that makes you tense. He pauses but you follow him, grinding down in encouragement. “Don’t- dont chicken out now,” You find out, and he shoves those fingers in deeper, curling them until you arch from the wall.

“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes with a scowl, twisting his fingers before feeding you a third. “Just trying to make sure it doesn’t hurt. Don’t be ungrateful.”

You open your mouth to snap at him when another hard kiss forces your silence. You reach down to fumble with the fly of his jeans but he bats any attempts away, breaking the kiss until you feel him tugging aside your panties and pressing the spongy tip of his cock to your cunt.

“Remember to breathe,” Suna mutters, lazy grin curling at his lips. That’s the only warning you get before his hands are digging into your hips, and he’s dropping you down onto his cock.

The stretch burns, even with the sloppy prep every immediate roll of his hips pries you apart, easing by the second and you pant at the sensation. “Relax,” He croons with another shove upwards, but you can’t formulate the words, clutching at his sweater so hard your knuckles hurt.

Rintar0u laughs when he realizes it, “You’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs, swearing something soft as he drops you back down onto him. “Missed you- missed your fucking pussy.”

You almost pause, brain stuttering but the thoughts are pushed out with another stab of his cock. You can’t hold back the noise you make, nails digging into his neck where you try to hold yourself up when he falters.

“Fucking hate how you make me feel,” he rasps as he seizes you’re wrists, slamming them high above your head, nuzzling his head into your neck, “Can’t get enough- fuck stop tightening like that.”

There’s a tremble in his arms as he keeps you propped up and you grin, sinking teeth into the skin beneath his jaw. It almost reminds you of the old days; enough scattered nostalgia to make your chest ache, ”Rinta.”

The nickname makes him jerk and you half whimper as you’re rammed into, rough and harsh but everything you can ever want. His hand buries into your sides almost painfully but it melds in seamlessly with the pleasure, “Don't call me that.”

“Make me be quiet then, Rinta.”

His cock is yanking free but you don’t have time to mourn the loss before he’s dumping you onto unsteady knees, flipping you over and shoving your face haphazardly into the wall. His cock is filling you before you know it, furious fingers finding their way to your throat. “Gonna fuck you until you cry, brat.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Your palms slam into the wall, rattling with the force of your body colliding as well but it’s delightful. His hand tightens, using the grip for leverage as he drags you back to meet his thrusts, cutting the flow of oxygen in the process. You simply moan, tipping forward into the touch.

“You look so slutty,” He drawls, hips slapping harshly against yours. Your knees buckle and you gasp for air, frowning when the constricting hand disappears all together. “Letting me fuck you like this. I thought you hated me?” You can hear the grin in his voice but the words make you rock back against him.

You’re blown silent with the force of it, but Suna’s words are inky and thick with something almost like anger, but it runs deeper than that. “But here you are, bent over and begging.”

You absorb everything he says, soaking it into your skin as you focus on the steady pound of his cock. You clench around him, arching into the nails digging crescents in your flesh.

He wrenches an arm behind your back until your spine bows, feeding your pussy with merciless strokes that have you crying out. You can’t hold anything in, “I do fuc-fucking hate you!”

“The way you're practically sucking me in says different,” He bites filthy into your ear, the head of his cock prodding at a spot that makes your thighs tremble. His pace increases with every one of your broken-off sobs, too punishing to be mindful but you eat it up anyway. It’s overwhelming; the growl of his rambling in your ear paired with the sloppy grind of his cock.

“You’re such a-“ Your breath stutters as he goes back to coil around your throat, body melting as the blood flow vanishes. Suna’s cock plows into you relentlessly and you yanking your hips to meet him, pressure building in every simultaneous part of your body at once.

You feel like you're burning alive from the inside out, fuzzy from the pleasure as your eyes roll back into your skull, clamping down like you mean to coax him even deeper.

The sight is almost too much for him watching you fall apart and drool around nothing while he chokes and fucks you stupid like a slut.

You flutter helplessly, spasming around his cock as your head slams roughly into the plaster. choking on nothing as the coil tightens deep in your gut before it snaps. You thrash, gasping for the air he quickly grants you until your vision goes white.

Suna follows soon after, looking down at you with a coldness you don’t recognize as he finally cums, chest heaving with a groan. Something unfamiliar flickers in the depths of gold but it warms when he reaches to brush fingers across your damp forehead, some vague part of you longing to reach out and do the same but you resist, too unwilling to break the moment.

He waits for you to catch your breath before he speaks again, snorting out a chuckle, “You look like shit.” And you giggle, batting him away.

Suna pulls out slowly, tucking himself back into his jeans before steadying you when you find the strength to stand. He helps you tug the shorts back up your legs, passing a water bottle once he gets you carefully onto his bed. “I meant what I said, you know.” He says after a moment, huffing out a laugh at the discomfort movement causes. “I did-do miss you.”

You take a minute to process it, blinking at him as the question from earlier rises, “Did you really think I could ever cheat on you? Cause that’s bullshit.”

“I don’t know…” His hand scratches at the back of his neck but avoids eye contact, having the nerve to be embarrassed right now. “That’s what your friend said. Yui I think? I don’t remember her name.”

Suddenly, everything makes a lot more sense. “Dude, she was in love with you? You actually believed that shit?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“Suna!”

#vinny could u fuck me like this #my clit is about to COMBUST #jesus christ #i am Hole

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