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And they were roommates | Suna Rintarou

You can't find your glasses and you look for them all over your apartment, getting a little surprise when you go to look in the bathroom.

Contents: afab!reader, dub-con/non-con, choking, fingering, oral, face fucking, unprotected sex, blowjob.

Word count: 5.4K

+18 MDNI—Explicit content

You reviewed in your head what you had done so far, you had dinner with your roommate, then you two watched a movie and then you took a bath alone like you did every night before going to sleep.

You searched in your room lifting everything you could to make sure your glasses weren't there, you had no idea where you could have left them and due to how blurry you saw everything without them it was much more difficult to find them.

You ruled out asking Suna because he must already be sleeping, you couldn't have left them in the living room or the kitchen because you remembered watching the movie with no problem, so you only had the bathroom.

With your headphones on and the sound of R u mine? from Arctic Monkeys playing at full volume in these you moved in the direction of the bathroom of the apartment, music came out of it and also it was easy to hear the noise of the shower clearly, something that you would have noticed if you were not wearing your headphones.

Not even the volume at the top of Suna's cell phone with the chorus of Artificial Red managed to penetrate the volume of the devices in your ears, thanks to this and to the fact that your roommate had forgotten to close the bathroom door when he went in to take a shower, when you realized it you were standing in the doorway, eyes wide and your mouth forming a perfect O in surprise at what was in front of you. Suna completely naked in the shower, leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed, his wet hair sticking to his face and his hand holding his member while he masturbated.

Your sight inadvertently rested on his body, scanning it completely in a matter of milliseconds before scolding yourself for even thinking of doing it, you had to get out of there at that precise moment, since he continued with his thing, you assumed that he didn't noticed then you just had to ignore it for the rest of your life, if you could.

You tried to force your body to move but the shock of seeing your roommate like that had you stunned, completely unable if you wanted to think straight, though perhaps more than that you were enjoying the show. The brown haired's man muscles being drenched by the shower water, his parted lips letting out some curses in whispers and his member slipping into his palm with every movement he made.

He bit his lip hard as he felt how close he was to his limit, the release he sought so much almost within his reach, the sweet relief of the orgasm coursing through his body was all he wanted. He half-opened his eyes and could swear for a second that he had noticed a silhouette in front of him, but when he closed them he convinced himself that he was only imagining things, he had something more important to worry about at that moment.

He brought his mind back to the same place as before, the glorious image of his roommate, whom he couldn't get out of his head because there was no way he wouldn't want to fall at her feet every time he saw her. He fantasized about her every time he could, feeling a little bad about it but despite it he kept finding himself in the same situation over and over again, she was the owner of his most impure thoughts without knowing it.

"Oh fuck, Y/N" that murmur had escaped him louder than he expected, enough for her to hear, as if time was his enemy and he had timed himself so that the song in her headphones would end just in time to allow her to witness it, the words he so eagerly professed.

He accelerated the movements of his hand, finally allowing himself to cum, shooting his hot seed against the transparent door of the shower, leaving a white stain on it, that was enough for your body to react and you ran away from there, carelessly closing the bathroom door, which made Suna open his eyes.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, you walked at a fast and clumsy pace through the corridor, almost falling when you reached the door of your room, you rushed in feeling your cheeks burn at the thought of what you had just seen, it is not that it was the first naked body you witnessed but you never thought you would see your roommate in a situation like that, much less saying your name.

Have you heard correctly? Maybe the headphones muffled the sound and you just got confused, there was no way Suna was attracted to you, on second thought, the idea of him masturbating while thinking of you suddenly seemed ridiculous, your head must definitely be playing tricks on you, there was no way what you thought you heard was real. You shook your head as if that would help drive the image of Suna out of your mind.

You stayed leaning with your back for a couple of seconds against the door of your room, ordering your thoughts until the sound of someone's knuckles against the wood brought you back to reality. The only other person in the apartment was your roommate, it was clearly him and that was what you feared the most.

Had he seen you stare at him in awe from the doorway? Obviously, why else would he be there if not.

You stayed still for a couple of seconds as if that was going to avoid the confrontation that fate had prepared for you but again the sound of Suna's knuckles banging on the door made itself present, it's not like you could be anywhere else, there was no way to escape, unless you jumped out the window, however the 18 floors below you would prevent you from leaving unscathed, so again you reminded yourself that there was no escape and took a deep breath before turning around, facing what had to happen when you put your hand on the doorknob.

"You left these in the bathroom" the hand of the grayish-yellow eyed reached out relaxedly in your direction with your glasses in it.

"Oh thank you" you answered surprised, with everything that had happened you had even forgotten what took you to the bathroom in the first place.

You took the glasses without paying much attention but once you had them back in your possession your eyes finally focused on what was in front of them. Suna hadn't even bothered to finish drying himself before making his appearance in front of you, his hair was still dripping a bit but he didn't seem to care, his naked body was only covered by a towel tied around his waist that left his chest perfectly visible and even part of the V that was marked just where the towel began to cover his hip, there's not much to hide considering that you had seen it all before but he couldn't know that.

"Hey, I have a weird question" he mentioned making you scream internally, prolonging the uncomfortable situation for you, he didn't know it but you were struggling inside to look him in the eye without your nervousness coming out and giving you away.

"Yeah? tell me"

He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, you were sure he didn't have to make an effort to look attractive and yet it came naturally to him with actions as small as that.

"Did you happen to open the bathroom door while I was taking a shower?"

The rapid beating of your heart suddenly stopped, your palms began to sweat and your throat went dry. For a moment it was like a cat got your tongue, your mind went completely blank, you began to wish that time would stop for everyone except you so you could escape from there and start a new life in some traveling circus that you will find but to your bad luck that was not going to happen, you were trapped in that situation and you had to deal with it.

"No, why would I?" You questioned trying to sound calm while the images from a few moments ago attacked you again because your brain seemed to be against you.

"I don't know, it's just that for no reason the door slammed shut" he explained with a shrug.

"Maybe we have a ghost in the apartment" you joked.

"Of course, a ghost" Suna mentioned passing one of his hands through his still damp hair, after that he decided not to inquire further into the matter and went to his room after saying goodnight to you.

You thought you were safe, that you had got rid of that uncomfortable situation like a champion, that now things would be as usual, you thought that you just had to ignore the memory of what you had seen so that everything was fine and you could not have been more wrong.

The days passed and Suna's behavior was far from the usual, now it seemed that he was looking for any excuse to appear in front of you only with his towel after bathing and he took every opportunity he could to get as close to you as possible or to touch you causing a current to run through you when he did so, making it completely difficult for you to forget what had happened, if you didn't think he was unaware of what happened you would say he was trying to provoke you.

That particular night you hadn't even seen him, you just heard him coming home from practice going straight to his room without saying anything, you assumed that he probably would have ended up very tired after his training and would be sleeping, so you decided not to disturb him. You prepared mac and cheese for dinner, which once ready you served on a plate to go to the living room to sit on the couch and watch a movie, with no particular preference you just put the first thing that appeared on Netflix, not that you were paying attention anyway, you were too busy answering messages from Kuguri whom you had been dating on and off for the past few months.

"Him again?" You heard Suna speak behind you, almost in your ear making you jump at his sudden and surprising appearance.

"Were you reading my conversation?" You asked once you got yourself together and picked up your phone from the ground after it had fallen.

"You know you can do better than that right?" Rintarou commented ignoring the question you had asked.

"Really?" You asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, I don't understand why you waste your time on a guy who doesn't even know how to make you cum" he walked up to you and took off your glasses placing them on his head.

"Give me that" you extended your hand to try to reach the glasses failing miserably thanks to the difference in height, Suna took advantage and took your arm pulling you towards him.

"It's sad, he comes here, only last a few minutes and then he leaves, without hearing a single moan from you" he held your arm with one of his hands preventing you from moving away, his free hand took your face forcing you to look at him.

"Suna... what are you doing?"

"I know that you entered the bathroom while I was taking a shower the other day" he admitted bringing his face closer to yours.

"Wh-what?" your voice came out more shaky than you expected thanks to the sudden confession but mostly because he was dangerously close to you and he didn't seem to have the intention of releasing you, on the contrary, he got even closer.

"Don't play stupid"

"I'm not doing it"

"Then stop acting like you don't know what I'm talking about." He caressed your cheek with his thumb and let go of his arm to cup your waist, then your knees felt strangely weak. "Did you like what you saw?"

You hadn't even stopped to think about it, your biggest concern since that event happened had been trying to forget it, from the second one you focused on it, you never even considered if seeing that had generated something in you. Stopping to consider that possibility had not been an option at all, why? Perhaps you were too afraid of the answer to consider it.

"I don't know" you replied looking away from him.

"Maybe you need a second look"

"Why are you doing this?" You questioned trying to get away from him, you couldn't think straight with his face so close to yours, with his lips so close to kissing you, with his grip tightening your waist.

"I got tired of waiting" he answered simply and paused, then he finally almost totally closed the distance between his lips and yours, brushing them against each other causing your agitated breathing to mix with his. "I wanted to give you the time to do the first move but I guess that's not for you"

"First move?" You shifted in his arms but he didn't care, he had no intention of letting go, not now that he had dared to go so far.

"I know you want to do this as much as I do" he licked your lower lip and your knees felt weak again, he was definitely going to be the of end you if he continue like this "I'm really dying to be buried balls deep inside you"

"Wha-" he didn't let you finish, as soon as the expression of astonishment at his words crossed your face his lips pressed against yours forcing you to shut your mouth once and for all.

The hand on your waist was in charge of sticking you completely to him, his lips were soft and thin and the taste took you by surprise, if you had to describe it the best way to do it was with two words, simply captivating, it made you quickly give up leaving your attempts to put up any kind of resistance and you basically melted into his arms. Rintarou easily felt the change in you, the way your body relaxed motivated him to continue, the hand on your face barely brushed against your skin and slowly moved up to your nape.

He deepened the kiss holding you firmly, it surprised you how good he could be at kissing, he bit your lower lip gently, taking care not to hurt you. You let out a sigh and he took the opportunity to invade your oral cavity.

As his hand made its way down your back little by little the memories of him in the shower flashed back into your head, the image of the water falling down Suna's body began to repeat itself in slow motion in your mind, despite that you had only seen it for a few seconds that scene had been recorded in your memory. You thought about how the hand that he had used to please himself now moved down your back until it reached your rear, which he squeezed to his liking.

"This ass has been tempting me for so long" he murmured, pulling away slightly without letting go of you, his foxy looking eyes focused on your lips, his lazy expression making him look incredibly handsome at that moment.

Hearing him say that was definitely one of the things you didn't expect for that night, you hadn't even seen coming the fact that he masturbated thinking of you, none of it sounded like the Rintarou you had been living with for several months, you thought you two were friends and that's it. So the most predictable concern for that point attacked you.

"Wait" he tried to kiss your jaw but you stopped him by turning your face away.

"What?"

"We shouldn't do this"

"I know you probably have a stupid reason for saying that but I'll ask anyway" he sighed and released your neck to place both hands on your waist. "Why shouldn't we do this?"

"It will ruin our friendship" you looked at him sincerely and he let out a laugh.

"I knew it, stupid reason" he rolled his eyes, completely ignoring your concern and bringing both hands to your bottom cradling it while trailing small kisses along your cheek and jaw.

"Suna" you tried to reproach him but he didn't care and went on with it, so you resorted to what you did when you wanted him to know you were serious "Rintarou"

"Friendships are only ruined when people don't know how to fuck" he clarified "And believe me, I do know how to fuck"

You really had no doubt about that, he wasn't the only one who had witnessed his roommate come home with someone, if you remembered anything about the girls he had taken there it was how noisy they were and their satisfied face when they left the next day, unlike you they seemed to get what they wanted and to tell the truth that made you a little envious. After all, you deserved pleasure too, only until now you've had bad luck.

The grayish-yellow eyed kissed you again, more intense this time, making you move back until your back ran into the window that overlooked the balcony of the apartment, he took one of your legs and forced you to wrap it around his waist without stoping from squeeze your ass.

He left your mouth alone to bring his lips to your ear and you heard him growl as he took advantage of the position to rub his hard cock in his sweatpants against you making you gasp for him just as he wanted.

The idea of your friendship being ruined by this was still in your head but you no longer had enough willpower to stop it, maybe if it was a stupid concern like Rintarou said or maybe he was just clouding your mind too much, no matter what it was the damage control would be for later.

Rintarou took your blouse with both hands and pulled it over your head, he took the hand that was on your butt directly to your nipple making circular movements over it with his thumb, he drew a sigh from you and laughed without moving his lips from your ear making the sound of his voice ring in your ear. He moved his hips against you again, this time making you moan unintentionally.

"I didn't know getting a moan from you would be so easy" he licked your earlobe and let go of your thigh to bring his hand up to your neck but you continued to wrap your leg around him and even tried to pull him closer with it "I guess Kuguri really doesn't know how to do things well"

You bit your lip when you heard that name come from Suna's lips and you moved your leg away from him, the remorse began to eat away at you now, not because of your friendship with Rintarou but because that comment had made you feel bad, not that you two were dating seriously or anything but you hadn't informed him that you were seeing other people either, maybe this wasn't fair to him.

"We really sh-" you started to say but as soon as he realized where that idea was going he tightened his grip on your neck.

"Shut up" he said and proceeded to kiss you.

Forcing you to stick to the window behind you, you could feel his hard dick against your lower abdomen, his hand cutting off part of the air passage you needed to breathe, which took you by surprise because it was the first time you experienced something like this but the excitement growing inside you as a result of it told you that that feeling of danger that Suna gave you at that moment, that risk that made your breathing become irregular was wetting your panties like Kuguri had never managed to do it.

Rintarou separated and took his lips to the nipple which his hand was paying attention, replacing it to then put that same hand inside your pajama shorts, he made you separate your legs enough to be able to put his hand in the middle of them and carefully caressed your pussy using one of his fingers. Smiling against your nipple at how wet you were. He pushed your panties aside and inserted the first digit as deep as he could without warning, earning a second moan from you and taking the opportunity to drench his finger, then he immediately pulled out and brought it to his mouth under your watchful eye.

He took his time to completely clean his finger, running his tongue over it completely filling it with saliva, paying special attention to the taste as if he were in a wine tasting and wanted to decipher what components make up the exquisite flavor that filled his mouth.

"Tasty" He said focusing his eyes on yours and then he proceeded to kiss you, forcing you to taste yourself on his lips while you felt his absence between your legs, pressing you against nothing because with so little he had managed to have you hungry for more, he introduced his tongue into your mouth again, he was very good at it or you were very weak because he managed to put you where he wanted with just that, if things were like that, what would become of you when he rammed you?

He gave your lips one last peck, got rid of your shorts and underwear then kneeled down, his head was at the level of your navel and he winked at you before taking one of your legs to carry it over his shoulder, he licked his lips and settled so that his mouth had a good access to your entrance.

The first thing he encountered was your clit, your head snapped back as soon as he made first contact, Rintarou held your leg over his shoulder with one of his hands while guiding the other to your entrance introducing two digits while his tongue worked your clitoris, moving away from time to time, teasing you, of course he was a teaser.

You moaned as his digits curved to meet your G-spot, so high up that you feared your neighbors would hear you so you covered your mouth with one of your hands, causing Suna to break away from you.

"Oh no, I deserve that, don't you dare try to take it from me or I'll stop."

His foxy eyes told you he was serious, so you withdrew your hand.

This time he got rid of his fingers and positioned his tongue in your folds, giving them a first lick that made you arch your back against the window, your muscles tensed, your eyes flew open almost rolling at the sudden sensation of pleasure that traveled around your body. Although your legs wanted to close Rintarou did not allow it, he held the one on his shoulder by force, keeping it in it's place, the rough skin of his fingers digging into your thigh while his tongue entered your cunt.

You wanted to avoid making a lot of noise but with the pleasure that Suna gave you it was impossible, his tongue began to lick your insides and you really wanted to control yourself but there was no way you could, he really knew what he was doing, so the sounds were louder. Sinful things escaped your lips every second and he loved that, he loved listening to you, he loved turning you into a mess, any sign that you were enjoying that time with him made his instinct tell him to continue. He was starting to get addicted to watching you fight so hard for control over yourself.

You felt the knot in the lower part of your stomach form indicating that you were close to your first orgasm, you tried to push Suna away but he refused to let you go and smiled against your pussy.

"If you can barely handle my tongue, how would you supposed to take my cock?" he questioned before sinking once more into that special place between your legs.

Your moans resounded on the walls and in Suna's ears, then your hands traveled to his hair pressing him against you while your limit crawled towards you, not that he had a problem with it, maybe he was even enjoying what was happen more than you, maybe he was definitely enjoying being your pussy pleaser.

A couple of thrusts with his tongue were enough for him to witness how you were almost completely covering his face with your fluids. Now that smile on the face of the girls who came out of his room in the morning made more sense to you, after he forced you to experience an orgasm like that you would probably have a satisfied expression on your face for several days.

Suna stood up and licked his lips after wiping the last traces of you from his face.

"Why don't you help me out a bit?" Rintarou took your hand in his to guide you to the bulge in his sweatpants.

You remained static, your eyes fixed on your hand holding his member through the cloth while he waited for you to react, you swallowed saliva remembering what you had seen in the shower, suddenly recovering the shame you felt that day when you ran out.

"Don't act like you haven't seen it before" he whispered leaning over you, resting one of his hands next to your head to trap you between his body and the window again.

Of course you had seen it before, that was precisely why you were nervous, you weren't sure you could handle him. However, you had already come too far to stop for that, if you were going to ruin your friendship with Suna you had better do it right. A rush of courage took over your body and you approached his neck beginning to leave a trail of small kisses while your hand caressed his bulge, when you reached his jaw you turned to look at him, his eyes were closed letting himself be carried away by your movements.

He let out a breath as you reached into his sweatpants, taking him this time over his boxers, buying time to convince yourself internally that you could do it. You pulled his shirt off with his help and your free hand traced his abs slowly. After a couple of minutes you took a deep breath and knelt in front of him, your hands traveling to the edge of his sweatpants pulling them down along with his boxers until you could get rid of them. You took his dick in one of your hands and a gasp escaped his lips from the relief he felt when the soft skin of your hand wrapped around him, you licked your lips and then brought your mouth closer to the tip, looking up to meet his gaze just before inserting it into your oral cavity.

The angle you had of him at that point was exciting, one of his hands traveled to your face and caressed your cheek with his thumb as he forced you to keep your gaze fixed on his as his cock entered your mouth. You took as much of his dick as you could without being able to fully cover it so you wrapped your hand around the rest and started pumping your head back and forth slowly getting used to it, as soon as you got used to it you started to pick up speed.

"Holy shit, keep it up" he prompted you to continue as his other hand came down to your face.

Initially he let you keep your own pace just holding your face gently, your head trying to cover as much as you could while your lips covered your teeth. You could almost feel it touching your throat as you fought the gag reflex.

Suna decided to take control, he adjusted his grip on your face just before inserting himself mercilessly into your mouth and then proceeding to do what he wanted. A soft moan escaped his lips as he thrust into your mouth without the will to stop, feeling the wave of pleasure and lust take control of him. Going in and out as if his life depended on it.

A couple of minutes passed and he came out completely holding his dick in his hand and then he used the other to help you up.

"I need to be inside you now"

He pushed you until your back crashed against the cold window and then he took one of your legs again forcing you to surround his waist with it, he brought his lips to your ear and gasped heavily as soon as his tip made contact with your folds, you could feel how he introduced himself inside you, squeezing your thigh tightly, his nails digging into your flesh while a moan left your lips as he invaded your cunt.

You wrapped your hands around him to stick your body to his, one of your hands went to his scapula and the other to his lower back. You threw your head back when you felt him touch your cervix, it wasn't necessarily thick but it was long, your back arching at the contact, your chest colliding with his and a moan coming from him as you tightened around him.

"You wouldn't believe how long I've been dreaming about this" he murmured and bit the lobe of your ear to start thrusting into you.

The hand that previously held his member lowered to your butt and smashed it against one of your cheeks, making you squeak, you could hear his irregular breathing almost matching yours, an indescribable sensation running through your body making you wish that moment was eternal because nothing had never felt better than having Rintarou messing with your interior.

His thrusts started strong but slow, he wanted to take his time to enjoy what he was experiencing, it was much better than he expected, better than he had imagined those times when all he had was his hand and vague memories of you in his mind, the wait had been worth it after all.

Your nails dug into his back as the tempo increased, a series of small moans escaped your lips every time his hips slammed into you, you could feel your entire body just be at his mercy and you were totally okay with it.

Suna felt his edge start to get closer to him and he moaned in your ear before beginning to mercilessly bury himself in you, going as far inside as he could while trying to hold off his release since he didn't want to leave your warm and pleasant interior. The knot in your stomach became present and your legs trembled, your toes curled as you felt your own limit get closer and closer. Rintarou continued to attack your cervix a few more times until your release came and you clenched against him without giving him time to get out of you.

"Oh fuck, Y/N" he growled in your ear just before shooting his seed inside you, staining your walls completely white.

You rested your head on his chest while you tried to catch your breath, he came out of you with his cock completely covered in the mixture of the fluids of both of you that dripped down your cunt, he let go of your thigh and your legs threatened to let you fall, luckily he he noticed in time and held you, he chuckled feeling his ego grow a little after that. He put one of his arms behind your knees and the other behind your back, carrying you bridal style to take you to his room, once inside he left you on the bed and lay down next to you.

You shifted on the bed as much as the arms around you allowed until you could turn around finding Suna's sleepy face, his eyes widened slightly so he could look at you.

"Good morning" he whispered pulling you towards him. "So do you want to have breakfast and then fuck later or fuck and then have breakfast afterwards?"

You laughed at his question and decided to play along.

"Why don't we have breakfast while we fuck?"

"Sounds fine"

"I was joking"

"Oh, so no breakfast-fucking?"

[sunaily]

lmao guys no mention of Suna in the haikyuu 2025 magazine 🤣 im crying 🥹 pls i wanted to see my man so bad ugh

[sunaily]

synopsis: you wouldn't have looked like ronald mcdonald with rin’s bigass shoes if you just picked a more comfortable footwear. (based on a dream i had this morning)

rintarō suna x f!reader

i need a man like him fr

category: fluff fluff fluff!! if you get some glasses, you'll see tiny suggestive parts.

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you didn’t want to admit it, but your feet were killing you. cute shoes were always such a scam. they made your outfit perfect, sure, but every step was another sharp reminder that fashion had its price.

you tried to hide it from suna. if you slowed down a little, you figured maybe he wouldn’t notice. he was walking beside you, one hand lazily stuffed into his pocket and the other holding yours. his thumb rubbed circles into your palm, casual and thoughtless, but still enough to distract you for a second.

then he looked down at you. “you good?”

you nodded way too quickly. “mhmm. totally fine.”

his eyes narrowed a fraction, then flicked to your shoes. he clicked his tongue. “liar.”

you gasped. “i am not!”

“yeah, you are.” he tugged on your hand, slowing you down so you stumbled a bit closer to him. “you’ve been limping since the crosswalk, babe. you think i wouldn’t notice?”

heat crept up your neck. you hadn’t realized he’d been paying that much attention. “it’s… not that bad.”

suna stopped walking. you tried to keep going, but he tugged you back until you faced him. his expression was blank, but his eyes—sharp, knowing, a little too amused—made your stomach twist.

“okay,” he said flatly, “so here’s the deal. you either let me carry you home, or we switch shoes.”

your jaw dropped. “rin—”

“those are the options. pick one.”

you sputtered, “i can’t just let you—”

“pick.” he tilted his head down at you, voice dropping lower, softer, like he was trying to coax a kid into confessing. “baby. sweetheart. angel. doll. sugarplum princess, love of my life—”

you shoved his shoulder, your face flaming. “stop! oh my god!”

“pick one.” he was smirking now, leaning closer until you could feel his breath on your ear. “want me to carry you, hm? my arms around you the whole way home? i wouldn’t even mind.”

your heart skipped. “r-rin…”

“or,” he continued, ignoring your stammer, “you give me those shoes before your pretty feet get all red and sore. i’ll wear ‘em. don’t care if i look stupid.”

your hands were covering your face now, half to hide your smile and half to hide how warm your cheeks felt. “i don’t wanna choose.”

suna groaned dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. “you’re killing me, babe. do you want me to beg? i’ll beg.”

“don’t you dare—”

he caught your chin with two fingers, tilting your face up. his grin was lazy, but his voice was low, almost a whisper. “please let me take care of you. just this once not really. i promise i’ll make it worth your while.”

your stomach flipped violently. “worth my while?”

“mhmm.” his eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up. “like, maybe i’ll carry you home and then put you down on my bed. massage your feet a little. kiss you better. maybe higher than your ankles, if you let me.”

you smacked his chest lightly, but your voice cracked when you said, “you’re such a menace.”

“and you like it.”

you groaned, turning your face away. “fine. shoes. we’ll switch shoes.”

he lit up, smug and victorious, and guided you toward a nearby bench. “good choice, princess.”

“stop calling me that.”

“princess.”

“rin—”

“princess.”

you smacked his arm again, but he just crouched in front of you, already tugging at your laces with surprising care. “hold still.”

you watched him slip your shoes off gently, his big hands brushing against your ankles, lingering a little longer than necessary. your breath hitched when his thumb skimmed the curve of your heel.

he looked up through his lashes, smirk tugging at his lips. “ticklish?”

“shut up,” you muttered, clutching at your dress.

he hummed, clearly entertained, before sliding his own sneakers onto your feet. they were way too big, but oh my god, they were soft and roomy and your toes could breathe again.

“better?” he asked, standing to his full height.

you nodded quickly, trying to ignore the way your chest felt warm. “yeah. much.”

then you looked down at him. or, rather, at his feet.

your shoes looked ridiculous on him. his long legs and tall frame only made it worse—like someone had shrunk his body down to fit tiny doll shoes.

you slapped a hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh. “oh my god.”

he wiggled his toes, grimacing. “they’re… snug.”

you doubled over in laughter, clutching your stomach. “you look insane.”

suna raised an eyebrow, then leaned down until his lips were right against your ear. “yeah, but i’d look even more insane if i carried you bridal-style all the way home while kissing your neck. do you want me to test it out?”

you froze, laughter dying in your throat. “rin—”

“kidding,” he said, but his grin told you he wasn’t really kidding.

he slid his arm around your shoulders as you started walking again, pulling you closer to his side. the sneakers flopped ridiculously with each step you took, and the sight of him in your tiny shoes was so stupid you couldn’t stop giggling.

but the truth was, your feet didn’t hurt anymore. and he kept his arm around you the entire way, brushing little kisses into your hair when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

when you finally reached your door, he leaned against the frame, eyes hooded and voice low. “told you i’d make it worth your while. you gonna invite me in?”

your breath caught. “…for a foot massage?”

he smirked, leaning in until his lips brushed yours and licked your bottom lip. “that’s one way to start.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a/n; finally caved in my desires and wrote a suna fic (˶˃⤙˂˶) what a man.

© i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[sunaily]

guys im practicing my writing omg its getting better 😭

[sunaily]

suna rintarou nsfw alphabet

cw. timeskip!suna x fem!reader, nsfw, explicit language, smut, voyeurism, recording & watching sex tapes together, choking, marking, light impact play, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), breeding talk, possessive behavior, praise & teasing, mirror/tv sex, face holding, cum play, overstimulation, slight public touching, masturbation mention, size kink

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Suna’s aftercare is lazy but quietly attentive. He’s the type to pull you right on top of him when it’s over, letting you catch your breath while his hands absentmindedly rub your back. He’ll offer water in that deadpan voice, pretending it’s just routine, but the way he tucks the blanket around you gives him away. He always checks if you’re sore, and if you are, he’ll lazily grab the lotion or a warm cloth without complaint. It’s never overly sappy, but the subtle things—his thumb brushing along your hip, his lips ghosting over your hair—make it clear he cares.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, Suna actually likes his hands the most—long, veiny fingers that he knows can make you squirm with just the right touch. On you, it’s your ass. He loves the curve of it, the way it fits into his hands when he’s fucking you from behind or pulling you close in bed. It’s not just sexual either—he’s always resting a hand there, even in public, half because he likes the feel and half to subtly claim you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s a little possessive when it comes to finishing. If he’s pulling out, he wants to see it all over you—on your stomach, your thighs, sometimes your face if he’s in a mood. But if he’s finishing inside, he’ll watch it drip out with a faint smirk, his thumb dragging through the mess like he’s committing it to memory. He likes the idea of marking you, of you walking around after with the reminder of what you did.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The two of you have a few saved videos from times you’ve been together—nothing for public eyes, just for the two of you. He doesn’t watch them all the time, but on nights when he’s away for matches and missing you, he’ll play one through once or twice, slow stroking himself while remembering how you sounded that night. He hasn’t told you he’s done that… but you’ve probably guessed from the way he looks at you differently when he comes home.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before you, Suna wasn’t exactly a player, but he had a few flings here and there. He’s observant, so he’s good at figuring out what works for you without you having to say it. His experience isn’t about quantity—it’s about quality and how well he reads your body.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves side-lying with you, both of you facing the same way so he can keep one hand around your throat or on your breast while thrusting into you slow and deep. It’s lazy but intimate, and he can watch your face without making it obvious.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Suna’s not laugh-out-loud goofy in bed, but he has his moments of low-key humor—teasing comments in that dry tone, smirking when you moan louder than usual, murmuring little “oh, you like that?” comments that are half-mocking, half turned on.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps things neat—not fully shaved, but trimmed enough that it’s soft and clean. And yes, the carpet matches the drapes with a happy trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Suna’s intimacy is subtle. He’s not the type to pour his heart out during sex, but you feel it in the way his hand rests on your cheek while he kisses you, or the way he slows down to make sure you’re feeling everything. When he’s feeling extra attached, he’ll keep you close, nose brushing your temple while murmuring your name.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s not a daily thing, but he does it more when you’re not around—especially when he has those videos. He’s slow with himself, dragging it out, muttering your name under his breath and replaying specific moments in his mind.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Teasing, light choking, marking, and voyeurism—specifically, those videos you two keep for yourselves. He loves knowing you trust him enough for that. There’s something thrilling about catching the moment forever.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Aside from bed, he loves the couch when the lights are low, and hotel rooms after matches—something about knowing it’s temporary makes him a little rougher.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your voice when you’re talking softly, the way you touch the back of his neck when you want his attention, and seeing you in his clothes—especially when they’re loose enough to slip off easily.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not into sharing you with anyone else, period. Also, nothing that involves degrading you—he’ll tease, but he’s not interested in making you feel genuinely bad about yourself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving just as much as receiving. He’s slow and thorough when he’s between your thighs, his hands holding you steady while his mouth works you open. Receiving, he prefers when you take your time and make him watch you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually slow and deep, with a knack for changing rhythm just when you’re about to come. But when he’s pent-up or coming off a match high, he can get rougher—still controlled, but with more force.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s fine with quickies, especially if it’s before an event or during a break in his schedule. But he likes drawing things out, so he prefers them as foreplay for a longer round later.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Within reason—he’s fine with trying new positions, locations, and toys, but he’s not into public spaces where there’s a high chance of getting caught.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

One long round or two medium rounds is his usual. He can last a while, especially if he’s teasing himself as much as he’s teasing you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s open to them, especially ones he can use on you while watching your reactions. He prefers using them on you rather than on himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he’s infuriating. He’ll drag you right to the edge and pull back, smirking at the way you whine. He has a special talent for leaving you needy enough to beg.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Suna’s not loud, but he’s vocal in his own way—low groans, muttered curses, and your name in that deep, slow drawl.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If you’re staying at his place for the week, he’ll “forget” to tell you his game schedule sometimes, just so he can surprise you by coming home early and catching you off guard.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Suna’s got a lean but athletic build, toned from volleyball but not overly bulky. He’s 6’1", long limbs, and definitely longer than average—about 7 to 8 inches, with a slight upward curve and veins that become more prominent when he’s hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderate most of the time, but high when he’s been away for games. He can go from zero to ready-to-fuck in minutes if the mood strikes.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If it’s late at night, he’s out within fifteen minutes, holding you against him. But if it’s earlier, he’ll stay up scrolling on his phone with you still tangled up together.

The soft blue glow from the TV bathed the room in a sinful light, casting every shadow and sheen of sweat in perfect clarity. The video from months ago looped on screen—your past self bouncing on Suna’s cock, tits moving with every grind, your mouth open in bliss. But that was just foreplay for tonight. Because now, you were making the sequel.

You were on your knees, straddling him but facing the TV, your body already glistening from how long he’d been playing with you. His cock slid into you from behind, filling you to the hilt in one slow, deliberate thrust that made your jaw go slack. He wrapped one long hand under your chin, forcing your head up so you couldn’t look away from the screen. “Eyes up,” he ordered, voice low, lazy, but dripping with filth. “Watch yourself get ruined.”

The tripod camera blinked red beside the bed, angled to catch the perfect view of your soaked cunt taking him over and over. He rolled his hips deliberately, every push deep enough to make your thighs tremble, the obscene squelch of your arousal loud in the quiet room. On the TV, the girl—your past self—was moaning prettily, riding him. But here and now, you were gasping with every thrust, your nipples brushing against the cool air as your back arched.

Suna’s free hand came to your breast, pinching your nipple until you whined, his smirk curling against your ear. “You hear that? Even your old self knew how good my cock feels. But this—” he slammed into you harder, the slap of skin against skin echoing—“this is better.”

He reached down between your thighs, fingers circling your clit as he fucked into you, the combined sensation making your legs shake. “Open your mouth,” he murmured. When you obeyed, his fingers slid past your lips, pressing down on your tongue while he used your jaw to keep you staring at the screen. “That’s it—messy little slut for me.”

Your walls fluttered around him, the pleasure so intense you almost closed your eyes, but his grip on your face was unrelenting. “Don’t look away when you cum,” he warned, thrusts picking up speed, deeper and rougher now, his hips snapping into yours hard enough to jolt the bed. The filthy, wet sound of your pussy taking him filled the room, mixing with your own moans and the echo of the ones on TV.

When your orgasm hit, it was devastating—your thighs squeezing around him, your voice breaking on his name. He groaned low in your ear, grinding deep inside you as his release flooded you, hot and thick. On screen, your past self was still riding, but here, you were slumping against him, trembling, cum dripping down your thighs, and the little red light of the camera still blinked, catching it all.

“Perfect,” he breathed, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “Now we’ve got part two.”

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[sunaily]

Guys look at him! he is smiling 🥹

[sunaily]

(lets reverse the roles, them paying your daughter to start an argument with you so they can get some 🐱 tonight) I’ll write the top 3 lol

[sunaily]

Just saw Suna hate for the first time omg im shocked

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clark being so big you have a belly bulge every time he gets inside you 😵‍💫😵‍💫

warnings: smut (mdni), pwp, feral!clark !!!!! fem!reader, size kink, bulge kink, little bit of dumbification, belly bulge.

“g-god,” he can't help but stare at the obscene bulge every time he bottoms out. clark’s a missionary lover through and through. partly ‘cause he needs to see your face while he's fucking you good.

to keep eye contact with you while your lashes flutter. because yeah, he's got a big, veiny cock. and it reaches places you didn't know could be reached before. and it hits your g-spot over and over again so precisely that it wrecks you until your vision goes blurry and the sheets get ruined when your juices gush out without warning.

but no, he's a true missionary lover ‘cause he gets to see and feel how his dick moves inside you. gets to press your hand right to the bulge in your belly and whisper, “you feel me, sweetheart?” like he’s not already rearranging your guts. like it's even possible for you not to feel it.

his big, warm, heavy hand covers yours. and he's so still. not even moving yet. just stretching you out and feeling you clench around him.

you nod, barely, ‘cause you're already dizzy. he thrusts once, slow and deep and mean, and you moan like it’s the only thing you know how to do.

“c-clark—‘s so—s'fuckin’ deep,” you whimper, slurred and shaky.

he kisses your flushed, sweaty cheek, gentle even with that monstrous cock buried inside you.

“i know, baby,” he groans right against your lips before kissing your swollen bottom one. “feels good, huh? you like that?”

you nod again. you have to nod. he’s leaking inside you already, and your brain is melting into something warm and dumb and dripping. and he’s still watching you like you're the only thing in the world.

he's trying to be polite. he swears. but it's so hard when you’re squeezing him like this. when you’re wrapped around him so tight it makes his fingers twitch on your belly.

he kisses you again, slower now, but his hips shift just a little and—fuckfuckfuck—you clench so hard around him it knocks the air right outta your lungs.

you gasp. “c-clark—baby—wait, wait, i c-can’t—can't—”

“you can,” he says, voice molten, lips brushing yours. “takin’ me so good, sweetheart. so fuckin’ perfect f’ me.”

and then he grinds. rolls his hips forward, like he’s trying to etch himself into your body, like he’s not already kissing your goddamn diaphragm from the inside.

the bulge in your belly moves. you feel it drag under your palm, slick skin stretched taut beneath your joined hands.

“oh my god—”

“i know,” he breathes, kissing your jaw, your neck, the corner of your mouth. “so tight for me,” his teeth scrape over your throat. “could stay like this all fuckin night.”

you wiggle your hips, try to chase friction, try to make him move, and he growls and grabs your hips in those massive hands.

“you keep doing that,” he warns, low and rough against your neck, “and you won't be walkin’ ‘til next week.”

you do it again anyway, hips tilting just slightly, greedy little thing that you are, because the pressure is maddening. you need him to fuck you now, you need that delicious stretch to turn into that brutal, devastating grind that’ll have you melting all over him in seconds.

clark hisses through his teeth. “jesus, baby,” he pulls out just a little—just enough for the fat head of his cock to kiss your entrance— then slams back in with a sharp, heavy thrust that knocks a sob from your throat.

you arch. you keen. your nails dig into his back, your thighs trembling around his waist.

“there she is,” he groans. “that's m’girl. look at you—look how full you are.” he thrusts again, harder this time, and the sound it makes—the wet, filthy slap of skin on skin—echoes through the room.

you’re shaking now. you feel slick dripping down your thighs, soaked with both of you. your moans are all breath and broken vowels now—“ah, ah, fuck, please—”

“i got you,” clark pants, fucking into you slow and deep and so insanely good your eyes roll back. “gonna cum for me, baby. always do. this pretty pussy just can’t help it, can she?”

you don’t even answer. you can’t. your hands are shaking, your thighs clamping around his hips, and your belly tightens like a rubber band about to snap-snap-snap—

and then it does. you cum hard—harder than you knew you could— “clark! ohmy— fuckfuckfuck.”

he keeps fucking you through it. keeps cooing soft praise against your mouth. “that’s it, honey, that's it. ride it out. so beautiful like this, so good for me.”

you’re still twitching around him when he finally lets go—groans so deep, so fucked-out it makes your toes curl—and spills inside you in hot, heavy pulses. his whole body shudders with it, hips grinding down until he’s empty, spent, tucked deep inside where he belongs.

[sunaily]

MY HERO

remember.

----♡----

pairing: rintaro suna x female reader.

genre: yandere, dark, light romance. // one shot, 4k words.

synopsis: abusive relationships can seem impossible to leave. when you open up to a classmate, your life takes a dramatic turn in the best and worst ways imaginable.

content warnings: assault, domestic abuse (not from suna), descriptions of violence, yandere themes.

----♡----

“hey, kid.” suna’s voice caught your attention as you passed by him in the university corridor. he was quiet, only speaking loud enough for you to hear right as you were walking by.

“hey, rintaro.” you stopped for a moment, refusing to look up at the tall man towering over you.

“i haven’t seen you in a while. everything okay?” he leaned against the wall and clutched a textbook to his chest. “you haven’t even been to class. kinda been missing my project partner.”

“you got my work though, right?” you asked him, partially covering your face with your hair. “i emailed it to you.”

“i did.”

“okay… good.” you cleared your throat, awkwardly shuffling and offering a suspiciously sudden goodbye.

“hey, wait-" suna grabbed your wrist to keep you from leaving. the small amount of pressure more than enough on your deep bruise to make you wince.

suna noticed your pained expression and immediately let go, stepping back.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you. i just wanted to ask you if-“

“it’s okay!” you interrupted, knowing you’d already spoken to him for too long. you needed to get out of there before anyone noticed. “you didn’t hurt me. sorry, i have to go. bye!”

your behaviour was erratic. your speech was rushed; forced and strained with every word as you tried your best to appear normal.

unfortunately it was much harder to pretend everything was okay than you’d originally thought it’d be.

you quickly turned and headed down the hallway to drop off the assignments to your other professor. the last one you’d have to see for the day before heading home. you were almost there. so close you might not even run into him.

you’d hoped, anyway.

----♡----

after seeing your professor, you walked out into the fresh evening air. the cold stinging your cheeks and the wind pushing your hair out of your face.

your cheeks burned from the freezing air, but it was your black eye was that hurt the most.

“i’m sorry, i just lost my temper.” his words echoed in your head, “you shouldn’t have pissed me off.”

you nodded, essentially agreeing with him. it’s true, if he didn’t get mad, he wouldn’t have hit you. and why was he mad? because of something you did. so really, it was your own fault.

you were the one apologizing to him that night. doing anything you could to make it up to him. all of this with a deep purple bruise forming on your face.

when he finally left your dorm and went back to his, you were mentally exhausted. you fell asleep and woke up right before your second class of the day.

he had started forcing you to miss classes, to do everything at home and only go in to submit your work. this was for two reasons.

the first, you could spend more time with him due to your schedules. if yours was freed then you’d have more time together.

the second was to stop you from talking to other men. completely.

...and then he found out suna was your lab partner.

“i don’t want you working with him.”

“i have to. the professor is the one who chooses.”

“then work from home and submit the stuff online. that guy is a manipulator. he’s dangerous and will take advantage of you. i just know it.”

you’d never gotten that type of vibe from suna, but you obeyed your boyfriend because you didn’t want to know what would happen if you didn’t.

secretly, though, you missed class. you missed working with him. laughing, getting to know each other. he’d become a good friend over the past year and since you had the same majors, you two shared quite a few classes.

he was calm. funny and quiet, but definitely not timid. his energy made him come off tough, but not scary. if anything, he made you feel… safe.

just for those few hours you had together.

and whenever class would end, you found yourself missing that feeling.

----♡----

“i have to go to class tomorrow.” you said, refusing to make eye contact with your boyfriend who’d invited himself over to your dorm.

just like he does every. single. night.

“why? you gonna go talk to that suna guy?” he approached you, giving you a terrifying smile that you know wasn’t coming from a place of happiness.

“yuji… please.” your words were barely a whisper when you felt his fingers wrap around your throat. “my professor told me i need to start going. my grades are falling behind.”

his fingers tapped rhythmically against your skin. dancing skillfully as he toyed with the idea of choking you. you held your breath, expecting the worst.

“you should try harder.” he growled, digging his fingertips into your neck and you clenched your eyes closed. “get your grades back up so you don’t have to spend any more time with that guy.”

“okay, okay!” you grabbed onto his wrist and his eyes widened. “i will! i’ll get my grades up so i don’t need to see him anymore.”

“good girl.” he smiled, the evil expression he’d previously worn had melted away into a false image of a kind man. “always listening so well for me.”

yuji leaned in and kissed you. you kissed back, barely, but just enough for him to be satisfied and leave you alone.

“time for me to go.” he sighed as he heard the dorm advisor do a final walk through to knock on the doors and let the students know it was time for guests to leave.

“see you tomorrow?” he asked, tilting your chin up to look at him.

“sure…” you whispered. you trembled under his touch and wanted nothing more than for him to leave your sight.

“good. it’s a date.” he said happily and gave you another kiss, practically skipping down the hallway back to his own room.

you shut and locked your door, desperately wishing that was the last time you’d ever have to see him.

----♡----

“well, well, well.” suna cooed as you took your seat next to him. “as i live and breathe, i never thought i’d see the day. you finally made it to class.”

you nodded and pulled out your books.

“had to. my grades are slipping.” you sighed, looking around at the science classroom. “what are we doing today?”

“lab day.” suna said as he nudged an instruction sheet towards you. “should we put on our coats and get to it?”

“okay...”

you started to have an internal panic attack. your wrists were as bruised as the black eye you were hiding behind your hair.

suna stepped away to get your lab coats.

this would all be visible, and you didn’t want suna (or anyone) to see any of it.

you nervously approached your professor and she looked up at you with a disinterested stare.

“ma’am, i need to be excused from class today.”

“absolutely not.” she scoffed, “unless you want to fail my class, which i know you can’t afford to do, you’ll stay and do your lab.”

you opened your mouth to reply but she kept speaking.

“go put up your hair, roll up your sleeves and get your lab coat on. you should be thankful you have such a competent partner.” she crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair, “actually, i think the two of you should spend some time together. he’s my top student and you definitely need some tutoring.”

“i don’t think that’s necessary-“

“mr. suna, come up here please.”

suna walked up with a confused look, unsure as to why he was being brought in to the conversation.

“something i can help with?” he asked.

“yes,” the professor smiled, “i’d like the two of you to do tutoring sessions a minimum of twice a week, an hour each time. could you do that?”

“oh, sure. i don’t mind.” he smiled, “was that all? we should get to our assignment.”

you felt backed in to a wall. of course you were okay with this, you enjoyed spending time with suna.

unfortunately, you were terrified of the repercussions.

even worse, there was nothing you could do about it.

when you got back to your table, you put your hair up and silently thought of a plan. keep your head down, don’t make eye contact. maybe he wouldn’t notice.

you rolled up your sleeves and put on your white coat. it was barely long enough to hit your wrists, but did a decent job of hiding the bruises.

the first half of the lab went well. suna explained things in a way that made it easy to comprehend and you were genuinely enjoying yourself.

until you completely forgot.

you began to pour the green liquid into the tube. suna was writing his lab report when he looked up and noticed your mistake.

“oh, hey,” he stood up, putting his hand over yours to tilt the container back up. “you need to pour it slower, like this.”

when it started to pour just as he’d wanted, he let go and you found yourself missing the brief comfort of his touch.

“good job! you did it.” suna smiled and you looked up at him with an excited expression. finally. finally you were getting something right.

when the two of you made eye contact, his smile immediately dropped into a look of concern.

“what happened to your eye?”

“oh,” you stepped back, covering it with your hand. “i fell.”

suna carefully held onto your wrist and you winced in pain. his intentions were to move your hand away from your eye, but he took immediate notice of your reaction and pushed your sleeve down.

the bruises in the shape of fingerprints stained your skin a deep purple.

“what about here?” he stepped closer. you tried to read his expression but he looked completely emotionless.

“from the same fall, i’m just clumsy.”

“and your neck?”

suna pushed back your lab coat to see the same fingerprint bruises scattered around your neck.

you were suddenly thankful you’d chosen the table in the far back end of the classroom. nobody was ever watching.

“yeah.” you said, practically a whisper. “i’m just really clumsy.”

suna leaned down and looked into your eyes.

“why don’t i believe you?”

“five more minutes!” the professor called, interrupting your intense conversation and the two of you snapped back into action.

you finished your lab report and quickly packed up your stuff before rushing out the classroom door.

suna followed closely behind.

“it’s your boyfriend, isn’t it?”

you stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to look at him. suna’s expression was no longer emotionless. he was angry.

“okay,” you sighed, grabbing his wrist to pull him to a secluded space outside. the two of you sat down under a large tree, away from everyone else.

“yuji gets upset with me and… hurts me… sometimes.” you choked out. “i haven’t told anyone because i’m scared of what he’ll do to me. i haven’t left him because i’m scared of him. i’m stuck.”

you hadn’t said these words out loud to anyone, ever, and the way they were flowing so freely had you crying before you were even aware of it.

“please don’t tell anyo-“

“i’ll take care of it.”

you looked up at him. suna looked completely calm, his voice smooth and gaze held on you.

“what do you mean?”

suna stood up and ran his hands through his hair.

“i mean i’ll take care of it.” he smiled, “see you tomorrow afternoon for tutoring?”

“wait, suna-“

“later!” he gave you a passive wave before walking back towards the university building.

----♡----

that evening you waited for yuji to come by your dorm, but he never did.

you waited for him to call you, but he didn’t.

you worried about what suna had meant. maybe he was going to talk to him, maybe even threaten him. you’d hoped he wouldn’t do that, but you really didn’t know what he was capable of.

surely the rumours about him couldn’t be true. an honour's chemistry major being involved in a more sinister, underground group that nobody even knew if it was real or made up?

he was too nice. there was no way.

----♡----

after class you headed back to your dorm to get ready for your evening. suna had asked you to meet him under the same tree from the day before. around 7pm.

you debated on calling yuji, but ultimately decided against it. maybe he’d come to his senses. maybe he was remorseful, and just wanted to move on. to leave you alone and pretend your relationship never happened.

that was what you wished for the most.

----♡----

you stepped out into the cold evening air. the wind blowing softly and brushing the hair out of your face.

you clutched your books to your chest and took a short cut through the back fields separating the dorms from the main university campus.

you checked your phone, you were early. suna would be there in about 15 minutes.

you reached down to grab your phone when it was immediately snatched from your hands.

“you did this, didn’t you?” a familiar voice snapped at you. you glanced up to see yuji, sporting a similar black eye and a bandaged cut on his cheek.

“i- no, of course not!”

he rolled his eyes at your reply, clearly not willing to listen to a word you were saying. yuji grabbed your wrists, forcing you to drop your books and pushed you against the back wall of the university.

“you did. tell me right now. everything you said. who you said it to. and why.” the look in his eyes was horrifying. scarier than any other look he’s given you before.

this made it seem like his previous bouts of anger were nothing but minor inconveniences.

“i didn’t-“

yuji pulled back, immediately hitting your chin with a hard punch that knocked your head back into the concrete wall.

“try again.”

your vision was hazy. mind blurring memories together and you couldn’t even form a proper sentence.

you felt a warm, wet sensation cascading down the back of your neck and were immediately soothed by the feeling. the warmth was comfortable, even though you didn’t know what it was from.

yuji’s hand wrapped around your throat and he pressed his forehead to yours. his fingers dug roughly into your windpipe, causing you to choke out the remaining air in your lungs. you felt yourself get sleepy, closing your eyes and letting darkness overtake you as your body went limp.

----♡----

“hey, wake up.”

snapping fingers in your face had you looking around curiously. you couldn’t focus on your surroundings. it was unclear who was with you, unclear what was happening around you, and unclear why you were there.

the sounds of multiple men. grunting, panting. speaking quietly between deep breaths and harsh exertion.

what were they doing?

“hey.” the fingers snapped in front of your face again.

“what…” was all you could manage to say. your body felt heavy. weak. you were just so tired. all you wanted to do was fall asleep. you submitted to the exhaustion, closing your eyes again.

“don’t go to sleep.” a soothing voice lifted the back of your neck, pressing something soft against your head. “stay awake and listen to me.”

“ya like beatin’ up girls, huh?”

whack

“wanna put a girl half your size in the hospital, for what? to feel like more of a man?”

whack

“a real man would never hit a woman.”

whack

“a real man would beat the shit out of losers who do hit women, right ‘tsum?”

“right. maybe we’ll even put him in the hospital.”

whack

whack

“oh, he’s gonna be there once we’re done.”

you finally recognized the last voice. it was suna.

he spoke again, his voice raspy and dark but still audible from where you were.

“i hope to fucking god you didn’t hurt her so badly that she’s knocked out…” suna trailed off and let out a small chuckle. “because there’s nothing i want more than for her to hear you cry like a little bitch when this blade goes right…”

the sound of yuji’s sudden scream was immediately muffled by what you were sure was the hand of the other man.

“…through you.”

your eyes widened and you were starting to understand what was happening.

all you could feel around you was danger.

you started to hyperventilate. panic was taking over.

“focus on me. come on, we need to get out of here.”

“who…” your head started to hurt now. badly.

“my name is osamu.” he bent down and cradled you in his arms, bringing you close to his chest and picking you up bridal style. “hold on to me if you can.”

“i’m scared…” you whispered.

“i know.” he murmured, carrying you away from the scene and back through the field. “i’ll keep you safe. we need to go to the hospital.”

“what about…”

“the only thing you need to worry about is stayin’ awake right now, okay? it’ll all be okay.” osamu’s voice was soothing. his body was warm and his strong arms supported your body in a way that made you never want to leave his hold.

you gave him a weak nod. even if you wanted to get away, you couldn’t. so you decided to trust in this man and hope for the best.

----♡----

“hey, sweetheart.” the calm voice of a nurse slowly woke you up. “you’re finally awake.”

“where…” you choked out, your throat was dry and you could barely make out where you were. it was all so… confusing.

“you’re in the hospital.” she said as she stood on her tiptoes to change the fluids on your iv pole. “you were assaulted. your injuries aren’t good but you’ll make a full recovery.”

the nurse leaned back down and held onto your hand. “you have a real knight in shining armour, you know. your boyfriend hasn’t left your side since you were admitted. he’s going to be so happy when he finds out you woke up.”

boyfriend?

your heart started to race at the thought of yuji coming in. you looked around, preparing for the worst when you heard footsteps enter the room.

“hey, sleepyhead.”

“speak of the devil.” the nurse smiled, giving your hand a squeeze. “i’ll let you two have some privacy. please press the call button if you need anything, i’ll come back and check on you soon.”

the footsteps grew closer and you heard the squeak of a chair being pulled up next to your bed. you opened your eyes to see suna giving you a compassionate smile.

“rintaro?” you whispered, “what are you doing here?”

“making sure you’re okay.” he crossed his arms, “been here since you were admitted.”

you tried your hardest to remember even coming to the hospital, but you just couldn’t. everything was gone after your head hit that wall.

“what… happened?” you asked, your eyes pleading for him to be honest.

“someone attacked you and your boyfriend.” suna leaned in, “do you not remember anything?”

“i remember yuji being upset with me…” you blinked, your mind working as hard as it could to remember something of importance. “my head hit the wall and it’s kind of fuzzy after that.”

“i see.” suna nodded.

“wait, how did you know i was in here?”

“some people mentioned an attack on campus. i got worried when you were late for our study session, and when your phone rang and you didn’t answer i felt like something was up.” he shrugged, taking a moment to think of his next words. “i called the hospital and asked if you were here, and then came right over when they confirmed it.”

“oh. okay…” you went to scratch an itch on your scalp and were met with searing pain at the slightest bit of pressure. “ow!”

“careful.” he smiled, taking your hand away from your head. “it’s gonna be sore for a while.”

“yeah…” you trailed off, trying to make sense of the situation. “what happened to yuji?”

“why do you care?”

“huh?” you glanced at suna who’s expression had turned sour.

“why do you care about what happened to him? he could've killed you.”

“i just wanted to know if he…” your voice was shaky and you tried to compose yourself. “if there was a possibility of him coming after me again.”

“not a single chance.” suna leaned over the railing of the hospital bed and took your hand. “besides, even if there was, i won’t let anything happen to you.”

----♡----

you’d found out yuji had suffered from severe injuries almost taking his life. he was beaten, stabbed, and his spinal cord suffered so much damage he was permanently paralyzed from the waist down.

while you were relieved the abuse would be over, you constantly wondered who had assaulted him.

you remembered telling suna and him saying he’d take care of it, surely that wasn’t him, right? there was no way suna could do something like that.

----♡----

months went by while you recovered from your injuries. you’d been discharged from the hospital after 3 weeks, and suna had stuck by your side every day.

“i’m happy to say you’ve essentially made a full recovery.” the doctor smiled, shaking your hand. “i’m so proud of your progress. you’re truly a walking miracle.”

“what about my memory?” you asked, “when will i remember what happened?”

“oh, you might not ever remember. you hit your head hard and from what we gather, you were unconscious.” the doctor stood up, clutching his clip board before walking out. “it’s probably for the best that you don’t remember what happened. you should focus on moving on, now. take care.”

----♡----

“well, should we celebrate?” suna asked as you walked out of the hospital together. you stopped, causing him to turn and look down at you. “what’s up?”

“i just wanted to say thank you…” you said, feeling your face getting hot. “i don’t think i could’ve done this without you.”

“you could’ve. you’re the strongest person i’ve ever met.” he leaned down, brushing the hair out of your face. the same hair that used to cover the deep bruises, now showing your true complexion. “and the most beautiful.”

you felt your heart flutter at his sudden compliment. suna’s hands found your waist and you instinctively draped your arms over his shoulders.

“you really mean that?” you asked, looking into his eyes.

“of course i do.” he smiled, leaning in to give you the long awaited kiss the two of you had been dying for. his lips were soft and you melted into his arms. he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. “beautiful in every possible way.”

you felt tears well up as you were being complimented. the sweetest, kindest, most handsome man touching you so delicately and speaking to you with nothing but respect.

you'd completely fallen in love with him, and it was everything you ever could’ve asked for.

----♡----

a few weeks after the two of you made it official, your honeymoon phase was in full force. you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. you were experiencing your first true relationship that made you feel loved and you cherished at every moment.

one evening, you decided to go to suna’s dorm to surprise him.

knock knock

“rintaro?” you called out, opening the door to let yourself in. “are you home?”

“in here, baby.” he replied from the kitchen. he was sharing an apartment style dorm with two other men, but you hadn’t met them yet. they weren’t ever there when you were.

“we finally get to meet your girl, huh?” one of them cooed as you walked in. he had dyed blonde hair and smirked at you as you walked by. “damn, she’s a looker, huh ‘samu?”

samu… why did that sound familiar?

“don’t be such a pig.” the other boy replied. you realized they were twins when he stood up and walked over to you. he smiled, holding out his hand. “nice to meet ya, i’m osamu.”

osamu.

no.

“my name is osamu…”

it couldn’t be.

“…hold on to me if you can.”

no, no, no.

the memories of the night of the assault came flooding back to you.

it only took a moment to realize...

...it wasn’t a random assault at all.

[sunaily]

Angst so good I have to block the writer 😭

[sunaily]

— BEST FRIEND! SUNA

desc ;; your best friend helps you update your nudes. tws & tags ;; nsfw mdni. vaginal, oral (m & f receiving), overstimulation, squirting, filming, slight hair pulling, begging, objectification, breeding, praise + degradation. part one.

after the initial shock dies down, suna empathises with your frustration about being blocked by a guy you actually liked, and understands why that event has led you to want to update your gallery of nudes.

he explains that there are three types of photo that anyone will be receptive to. with these three pics, you'll be able to make any guy your bitch.

the three types of picture are as follows:

1. SQUIRTING PIC

his face drops, "uh," he splutters, not anticipating pushback, "girls can't squirt.. with vibrators." he blinks. the lies were somehow becoming less and less believable, despite how they weren't very convincing to begin with.

"that's a shame." you bow your head in attempt to suppress a chortle at his ridicoulous claim. finally, you decide to give him what he wants, "would you please tongue fuck me, then, rinny?" you bat your eyelashes at him.

"...sure."

"thank you." you smile up at him, innocently, and hum while motioning to his phone in his hand, "do you want me to take the picture since you'll be, uhm, busy?"

he shakes his head gently, and the words leave his mouth before his brain is able to fully process what's going on — he's still stuck on the part where you sent him your nudes. "it's fine. i'll just start videoing and put my phone.." he glances around his room, "here." as he hits the 'record' button and then props his phone up against the lamp on his bedside table. "then you can take screenshots from the part of the video you want."

you nod along with his explanation. however, the camera was behind suna currently, meaning that when he bends down between your legs, the back of his head would be blocking any parts of interest. thus, you inquire, "the thing is, when i finish, you'll be in the way. should we try a different position?"

"uh, i was just thinking you could just let me know when you're close and i'll move out the way." he offers up a simple solution.

"hm, alright." you shrug, twitching slightly as you watch suna get onto his knees near the edge of the bed. it was a sobering sight which made all this feel concerningly real. your best friend, who you've known since forever, was really about to eat you out. it all felt like some sort of hyper-realistic dream — if you thought about it too hard, you might wake up and this will all fade away, hence you refrained from doing so and wordlessly part your legs.

suna's hungry eyes lock onto your bare cunt; how soft your skin looks and the way your lips are already glistening with a thin layer of arousal. you're so perfect, it's like his whole life has been leading up to this moment; those other girls he's been with were just practise so he could fuck you right. his eyes fluttered close and his face drifted towards your pussy like a magnet to metal, until you interrupt:

"by the way, i've never squirted before — i don't even know if i can. so, erm, don't feel bad if i don't finish the way you expect. i can always just fake the pictures if i need to."

suna quirked an eyebrow, not daring to comment on your strange suggestion of falsifying a squirting pic. instead, he says monotonely, "you will. trust me, (y/n)." before you have time to respond, his lips are already connected to your cunt and sucking on sensitive clit, and thus an instinctive whine is forced from your open mouth.

it's easy to tell that he's done this before, and he's clearly a natural at it. one of his arms hook around your leg and presses it against his ear, while his other hand cups your pretty pussy; his thumb strokes at your folds, spreading them wide to allow his tongue access to the untouched parts of your sweet cunt. once he's done sloppily making out with your pussy, his tongue delves into your puckered hole, and his thumb trails upwards towards your clit, where he begins to rub and massage it while his tongue works your insides.

even then, his lips are still latched onto your skin and as his tongue is vigoursly pumping within your walls, slurping up your delicious juices from your entrance. your back arhces into his face, and your hands find their way into his already tousled hair. "hah- rinny, don't stop.." you were in love with the way he explored your insides, flicking at your walls trying to find that rough spot within you.

"mmh, won't." he murmurs against your pussy, the vibrations shooting electric sparks up your spine. he's lost himself in your addicting cunt; when his tongue isn't as far as he can reach in your hole, he's desperately lapping at your labia, greedily savouring your wetness.

"th— ank you, thank you!" you squeal, breath hitching as you can sense his tongue as finally located it — that gummy spot in your walls that makes your toes curl. and he takes full advantage of that once he realises. he'd roll his tongue upwards and aim straight for it whenever he'd dive back into your sopping hole, causing the coil in the pit of your stomach to tense whenever he does so. it wasn't easy to maneuver his tongue due to your unspeakable tightness, but his own saliva as lube made it easier.

"you taste.." he puctuates each word with a soft kiss on your clit, "s— so good." he melts into your pussy once more, sucking on and thrusting into your sore little hole. "mph, babe.."

"think— think 'm close.." with every lick and kiss he brings you closer to your climax.

"fuckin cum, then. n' make it loud." he mutters hoarsely, you can feel his words slither inside you. and soon enough, your coil snaps and your body stiffens in response to the wave of bliss that floods though you.

your first orgasm courtesy of your best friend was nothing short of perfect. due to your constricting pussy, he opts to use his thumb to stroke your clit in order to coax you through your full orgasm. also, so he could pull his face back from your cunt for just a moment and peer at your shivering frame and your bodily response during the high. and it was just as beautiful as he imagined: your back bowed into the perfect arch, as your glossy lips pull into a pout.

not to mention your addicting moans, "ahh— rin! i can't!" you squeak, limbs trembling. "fuck! fuck me— ngh!" it probably wasn't a good sign that you were already losing your mind. especially as, although you climaxed, you didn't squirt that time. and suna must've took that a sign to keep going. before you had even reovered from the first orgasmic haze, his mouth was already glued to your cunt again and was nibbling on your throbbing clit immediately.

you gasp in response to his unexpected movement, and you instinctively grip his hair as your eyes widen, "huh— what're you doing?"

"round two." he says casually. "gunna keep going until you squirt."

"but it's too much.." you blabber, chest rapidly rising and deflating as though you had just ran a marathon. the sheets strained in your fists, wrinkling with each open-mouthed kiss upon your raw cunt.

"that right?" he groaned, the vibrations causing you to gently jut your hips towards him, "sure you want me to stop?"

you're way too fucked out to respond, but the prolonged whine drawn from your throat at the way he idly laps at your pussy perhaps gives you away. "mph, no." you reply sheepishly, in a hushed tone.

"that's right, angel." he grumbles into you, your needy hole swallowing his words up as his hand strokes to the outside of your thigh, "it's just me. you know i want to make you feel good— and erm, help you take these pictures." he hastily corrects himself, then continues on with a gulp, hoping you're to lust-dazed to pick up on his freudian slip. "so are you going to let me help you?"

"yes, rinny." you sigh.

" 'yes, rinny' what?"

"please help me."

your desperate cries for release cause the corners of his lips to curl up into a devious smile. he then mumbles, while carefully caressing your ass, "that's my girl." he finishes with a prolonged and oddly inimate kiss upon your clit, before he swiftly pushes his tongue straight back into your prepped hole and re-establishes his previous rhythm.

the tip of his tongue scrapes against your sweet spot, as his lips drum a deep groan against your sopping pussy. there's an urgency to his pace that wasn't there before. he wasn't as steady; frequently losing his breath and having to ferociously yank his tongue out of your clingy hole and kiss down your slit as he tries to catch his breath. and as soon as he does, he wastes no time in plunging straight back into you.

despite how overstimulating it was, your hips work on their own as he grind down on his face, seeking the faint yet powerful sensation of his nose brushing your clit. his mouth worked feverishly against your cunt, and even as your climax toiled within your abdomen and you were inclined to jerk away from his merciless touch, his hand gripped onto your thigh to hold you firmly in place.

due to his fervent tongue action, and how sensitive you still were from your previous orgasm, it wasn't long before the swelling heat in your core was ready to boil over, pulsing with every devious strike his tongue lays into your hole. but this time it felt different to before, something was more powerful and fierce; like it was burning up the pit of your stomach, and your legs were already twitching trying to contain it. "stop, rinny, i—"

"shh, you're okay. let me take care of you." he rasps reassuringly against your cunt, though he's unsure if you can even hear him over your staggered squeaks. suna could tell you were close by the way your walls flutter around his tongue. he pulls out only so he can suck on your throbbing clit and sensitive folds.

this was all becoming so much, too fast. his tongue on your cunt, the harsh sunction on your clit, his rude grasp on your thighs — leaving you with no where to run to and no escape from the unending stimulation. you didn't know how to cope with it. "fuck, i can't. it's too much.."

"you can take it, angel. you're almost there." your thighs were pressed against his ears but he could feel your legs twitching and lashing out behind him. it was kinda cute that he was able to have this effect on you. since you were so close, he savoured every last drop of your juices, licking your cunt clean and delving into your creamy hole for more.

with the final stretch of your walls to accomodate for his tongue, something insides you snaps and a deep heat comes flooding out of your pussy. your back arches and a breathy shriek is forced from your gut; you're left with no choice but to submit to the all-encompassing, molten feeling. it's so overwhelming yet so relaxing, putting you at ease while causing your body to tense up and your walls to spasm around suna's tongue.

squirt gushes out of your hole, pouring down your legs and soaking your bedsheets. to that you can bring yourself to care, you hardly even notice. your entire body is frozen as you whien through gritted teeth, "ahh— suna, please!" you plead for mercy, as though rintaro could help you now — no , this was a struggle against your own body.

but suna was still nice enough to lead you through it, caress your thighs and kiss your folds even as your cunt was drenching his face and hair. "that's it, ride it out. i've got you, (y/n)." he coos, not usually so affectionate during sex but what can he say? you're his best friend and you're so special to him. "rinny's here." a smirk graces his lips upon referring to himself by that silly nickname.

"hah— suna.." you pant, eventually able to flatten your back against the bed. perhaps your orgasm had finished, but the remnants remains. your pussy was still drooling and your body felt worn, but in good way, like you had just hiked a mountain. not to mention the most glaring sign of your climax, your squirt that stained everything nearby — your cunt, your thighs, the bed, the floor and even your best friend.

"thank you.." you can't help but smile down at him; seeing him dishevelled and covered in your juices was oddly endearing.

"uhm.. it's fine." suna grumbled awkwardly, avoiding eye-contact and suddenly going shy.

"what's the matter?" you ask, concerned.

"i— uh, i forgot to move out of the way for the picture."

2. CREAMPIE PIC

okay, so squirting didn't exactly go as planned. however, hope was not lost. suna explained to you that another type of image that makes guys go absolutely feral for a woman is a creampie pic.

although, you were initially skeptical of the logic; if you were a guy, seeing the girl you're interested in stuffed with the cum of another man probably wouldn't do anything for you. but suna just cited natural biological instincts, and regardless of whose cum it is, it will always activate a man's primal instinct to reproduce with you. yup, it's true.

so, you didn't argue with him any further.

there you were, laid out nude on the bed as you let your best friend in the whole world pound into you. with your legs in the air, resting on his shoulders, suna stood at the edge of the bed and fucked into your pretty pussy relentlessly. his eyes were fixated on where your hips met, watching carefully as your greedy hole swallowed him up.

"so tight. can't believe you were hiding this pussy from me, baby." he slurs, idly toying with your pebbled nipple. though it wasn't an easy task as his cock pierced into you with such a force that your tits were bouncing dramatically with each thrust.

"n' you're so big.." you return the compliment, and despite how he was fucking your brains out, it wasn't too hard to muster up the words as his fat cock was about the only thing you could think about — the way his massive length was stretching out your insides, felt like he was leaving you with no room to breathe.

he huffs a chuckle at the sultry way in which you speak, you're clearly not all there, yet you're still making sense and saying exactly what he wants to hear. "should've dicked you down earlier, huh, babe?" he gradually slows down, easing in and out of you and allowing your cunt to savour every last inch of him. really show you what you've been missing.

"uhuh.. never been— ngh, been fucked like this before." you stutter, looking up at him with dewwy eyes. feigning innocence, when you both know pull well that you just want him to start rearranging your guts againt. still, he buys it. he's so enamoured by you regardless, and leans into press a firm kiss against your lips, then begins to scatter kisses along your jaw and down your neck. however, he holds your legs against his shoulders the entire time, even as he bends over, and essentially folds you in half while he sucks hickeys into your neck and teasingly drags his cock in and out of you.

"so flexible as well. perfect fucking angel." there's a certain agony in his voice that you can't quite decipher, partially due to his words being buried against the bruised skin of your neck, partially due to how absorbed you are in his cock delicately splitting you open. "should've blown your back out on halloween. in that slutty costume."

your costume was far from incdecent that night. it was normal, but funnily enough, you were probably the most conservatively dressed person at that party — still, it was the fact you were wearing it which made it slutty. you and your perfect, perky tits and round ass. and your dripping cunt that you photographed after suna walked you home, instead letting him take care of you. in retrospect, you were the most gorgeous person at the party and you were both tipsy enough to have made some bad decisions. so, why didn't he rip that slutty costume off you that night?

as he's reminiscing, without realising, his pace increases until he's practically ramming into you once again. not that you were opposed, in fact, this what you've been aching for. "yes, rinny! please, please, keep going." you beg, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, not only from the rough way his dick was piercing into your tight little cunt, but also from the strain at the back of your thighs from the way he has your legs dangling right by your ears.

"pretty girl.." he grumbles into your neck, marking you up while still slamming his hips against your repeatedly. he's so close; he can feel your heart beat against his chest, and more importantly, your erect nipples poking him through his shirt. "dick too big for you? too big for this tight hole?"

"uhuh." you drawl, losing yourself to the hedonistic haze until he snaps you out of your trance by gripping your cheeks in his hand. your eyes are forced open and you see his face hovering above yours.

"your gunna have to get used it then. your pussy's mine now." his heavy eyes drag lecherously down your exposed body, admiring how it jerks upwards with each rough thrust. "open." his grip tightens on your face.

you shyly part your lips, just enough for him slot two fingers right inside there, so deep it almost causes you to gag. your tongue swirls his digits momentarily before he yanks them out with a faint pop, then slips his wet fingers down between your thighs to pinch and rub at your swollen clit.

"such a good g— nghh." as he's trying to mock you, he has to choke back a whimper, due to your walls clamping down on his cock unexpectedly. it's only temporary, and he's freed in time to keep furiously pounding into you, but it does cause a lapse in his rhythm. he can tell you're close; your pussy speaks on your behalf. even then, your cock-drunk expression and trembling legs were a dead giveaway too.

"you almost there?" he heaves, nails sinking into your soft hips as he continues to brutishly drive into you. "cum for me, baby."

although his wispy voice hardly cracked above a whisper, in combination with his expert fingers abusing your little clit and his buldging tip hitting just the right spot inside you, he sends you hurtling over the edge. your toes curl and back arches off the mattres as your cunt squeezes around his length. "fuh— fuck, suna! right there, mph!"

staggered breaths pull from his chest and his eyes wring shut as your walls clamp down on him and milks him for all he's worth. hushed moans fall from his lips as he relishes in the best pussy he's ever had, before he fills you up entirely with his seed. the hot tension spreading throughout his body is the only thing keeping him upright, otherwise your tight grip on his length was enough to cause his knees to buckle under him.

his cum permeates through your insides, coating your walls and burrowing at your cervix. it was the most satisfying experience; like a comforting hug for your insides after they had been destroyed by suna's fat cock.

despite the fact he's too tired to move and relishing in the feeling of your stuffed cunt, he does the right thing by gently sliding out of you and grabbing his phone from the nightstand and flipping the camera on. after his length is removed, there's nothing left to plug your hole and hence his white seed is left to slowly drip out of you. pearling by your entrance, then seeping down across your ass and onto the bed.

he took two pictures: one with flash and the other without.

"thanks, rinny.." you drone, in a whiny high-pitched tone.

"it's fine." he states, enchanted by the way he's left his mark on you. his fingers move on their own to swipe some of his cum back into your cunt, shoving it right up there roughly, despite your weak protests, "i didn't know you were on birth control."

that single sentence was enough to whip you out of your fucked-out daze. you try not to make your anxiety too obvious, but you body may have betrayed you by freezing up, "uh, right.."

3. BLOWJOB PIC

of course, this one was the least surprising proposal.

although, you were perplexed by this for a similar reason to the creampie pic — why would a guy want to see you sucking another man's dick? — but suna once again reassured you that the sensuality of the image will distract from any possessiveness. and either way, if a guy does happen to start experiencing some stirring jealousy, that will only make him want you even more, so he can stake his claim over you.

that was logic you could follow. sorta.

when you initially got on your knees in front of suna, the plan was that you would lick him clean of the variety of fluids sticking to his shaft and he'd take a couple photos as you did so. which he did; as your tongue worked up and down his warm length, swallowing the salty juices as they gathered on your tongue, suna watched from behind his phone screen. the flash was on so every time he'd snap a picture, he'd get a clear vision of your cute face lapping at his cock.

there was a dull thumping in his chest. he couldn't believe this was actually happening, his sweet best friend whom he has shared so many memories with and whose always been a shining light of comfort and innocence in his life — now you were asking him to take nudes for you.

"i got the photo." he croaked, strangely implying you could stop, while his hands told a different story as they tangled into your roots.

with your eyes shut, your kiss up his length, paying particular attention to the thick vein decorating his shaft, which made him shudder. "mm, but i'm not done, suna."

"but i got your photo." he repeated.

you smile, huffing a laugh out of your nose while your lips were still pressed against his throbbing tip. the air tickled his sensitive length and he had to grit his teeth and ball his fists to suppress a moan. you don't make it any easier by looking up at him with your starry eyes and dulcet voice, "but i want to thank you for all your help."

he blinks down at you, speechless as he watches you tease his tip with the flat of your tongue.

you take his dumb-founded silence and sitffening grip on your head as permission to finally envelope his cock with your mouth. first, you part your lips and take in his leaky tip. it's hot with need, and you can tell by the spluttered moan you lure of suna, he's been aching for this. your mouth has to stretch uncomfortably wide to fit his girth, but you're willing to make sacrifices for your best friend in the world.

you follow up by sinking forward, allowing his dick to slide back in your mouth until it's brushing against your uvula. thankfully you're too distratced by his hand lovingly caressing your strained cheek to even think about gagging. you look up at him, mouth full, and he smirks. "you look perfect like this." his thumb grazes your cheekbone then he cups your chin, tempting you forward, closer to his base, "think you can take it all?"

without further instruction, you pull away from him then lean forward again, accepting his entire length into your mouth despite how your throat constricts around his tip. and you keep going on like this; eyes screwed shut as you frantically sucked his cock. there was an extreme urgency to your movements, as you learned that if you deep-throated him and retreated fast enough, your body wouldn't have time to react or gag.

you were fully consumed by him. your best friend's cum was swirling around in your womb, conjesting your pussy and pooling in your panties while his cock was continuously drilling into your mouth. even your nose kept pressing against his base so his deep musk was all you could inhale. plus, you had his hickeys and marks littering your neck and collarbone.

your brows furrowed together as you struggling to take him all, and he laughed shakily at the sight. "when did you get so good at sucking dick, hm?" there was a sliver of sarcasm in his tone, but you were far too preoccupied to notice or care.

your severe mouth-action was far too much for him to handle. perhaps he was finally getting a taste of his own medicine, but being thoroughly pleasured so soon after his previous orgasm has left him so painfully sensitive. the way your tongue licked the underside of his shaft as your lips dragged against him was too intoxicating and it made him light-headed. fortunately, there was a wall behind him to brace against when he was about to lose balance.

his erection was so stiff, your lips were quick to bruise from the rapid friction against it. he left a dull bitter flavour in your mouth that trickled down your throat which each harsh thrust — it was unpleastant yet you loved it. you begged for more with each impassioned movement.

"shit— you drive me fuckin' crazy, you know that." he wheezed with almost a chuckle. if his dick virtually twitching in your mouth didn't make it obvious enough that he was close, then his mindless garbling certainly must have. "sendin me all those slutty pictures. it's like you wanted this."

he narrows his eyes and squeezes your chin, causing you to falter, "gunna finish me off like a good whore?"

your eyes are watery and crystalline tears poke at your lashline. you answer his question with half of a solemn nod before continuing to bob your head back and forth on his cock, but this time with a fiery desperation he's yet to see from you. tears cascading down your cheeks as you deep-throated his pulsing cock over and over. while saliva clung to his length and stained your cheeks and chin.

soon enough, that determined expression was wiped clean off and replaced with a horrifically lewd one as he comes undone right into your mouth. "fuck, that's it, (y/n). that's right. such a good girl.."

your eyes roll back in your head at the hot instrusion sinking down your throat with a sting. still, suna's fingers were locked in your roots to keep you in place as he bucks into mouth slowly, "yeah.. perfect, baby. swallow it." he says gruffly. you did so, albeit it's not like you had much of a choice.

eventually, he slides his dick out of your mouth and you both watch as strings of saliva keep you linked. you smile, amused, but suna is hasty to sever the connection and stuff his cock back into his trousers.

you gaze at him silently, hands placed neatly on your lap. there's been a sudden shift in his demeanour; he's still panting, but he notices and quirks a brow at you, "what?" he asks, curtly.

"so, are you officially my bitch now?"

[sunaily]

my favorite suna smut has been deleted 😭 I cri 💔

[sunaily]

—𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨

paring - Suna Rinatoru x black!reader warnings - indecent language, suggestive innuendos, fluff, enemies to lovers (?), not proofread

You hate Suna Rinatoru.

Hate his cute fucking smile, hate his guts, hate his sexy ass physique, his voice, his face—You hate Suna Rinatoru. And you openly showed that and reminded him that you despised him everyday.

It was the norm. He always had to find someway and somehow to piss you off, grinning like a cheshire cat when you would cuss him out about how much off a pain in the ass he was. And everyday it was the same thing,

everyday, he would wait at the front gate just to make snarky remarks on your appereance

everyday he would sit behind you in history toying with you hair with a grin and whispering annoying shit in your ears

everyday he would sit at your lunch table stealing the food from your bento box, and drink from your water

everyday he would purposely miss out on his sets just to flirt with you, knowing how fucking annoying it was to you.

Everyday this cycle would repeat, except today.

Today he stood by the gate with a girl not even blinking at you, which made you a bit confused but you quickly rejoiced over the fact. Today he sat behind you in history but didn't fuck with your hair or say annoying things in your ear, instead he doodled in his book. Today he didn't sit with you at lunch or steal your food, instead he s𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌,

it was fine.

You couldn't care less, in fact you were so overjoyed with the fact that he wasn't bothering you anymore and that sinking feeling in your stomach was just hungriness, yeah that's right-

a sudden slam against your table breaked you out of your thoughts, startling you. With wide eyes you looked up at the culprit—well culprits a deep sigh leaving your lips at the sight of the two familiar twins.

"Miya's—"

Atsumu cut you off with a scoff, rolling his eyes dramatically whilst his brother nodded at you in greeting, "Oh don't 'Miya' us—ow samu?!"

Scowling down at his twin, the sliver haired boy sucked his teeth, "Ya bein too, loud idiot." Atsumu huffed at his brothers reasoning rubbing the spot where he got hit while you watched half amused.

Sighing while shaking your head you looked between the two, "You two need something, im in the middle of eating her—" you started, gesturing to your food before cutting off as they began to seat thereselves around your table. Biting your glossed lips you blinked rapidly, opening your mouth to speak only to get cut off by atsumu "What's goin on between you and Sunarin? You two aint been at eachothers throat and ts' freaking me out."

You paused staring blankly at the faux blonde before scoffing, "There isn't anything going on, i guess he just decided to mature for once."

The two twins shared a look before simultaneously looking at you, deciding to go with your unconvincing words.

"If ya say so."

-

Suna Rinatoru has been acting weird. He hasn't messed with for a week now, and anyone could tell that he wasn't putting much effort in his sets like he usually did.

Not that you care but it was your job as a manager to make sure the players were in a good state, it was for sure (?)

so you decided that when everyone leaving you would see what the issue was.

"Suna." The green eyed boy rose his head to look at you, his gaze running up and down your figure as you stood infront of him, a water bottle in his mouth so he didn't reply immediately.

"Y/n?" you ignored the way the hairs on your neck at the way your named rolled off his tongue, biting your lip as you held his gaze before clearing your throat and looking at the spot next to him, "I..."

he hummed at you, waiting or you to continue what you were going to say, licking your lips you stood up straighter, meeting Suna's gaze again. "I just wanted to say, that...that I noticed you haven't been focusing in practise amd you haven't been acting like your normal self so i wanted to see--"

Suna slowly grinned at yours words, standing up causing you to cut off your words, swallowing as he towered over you heat riaing to your cheeks as the seconds passed by. your breath hitched as he leaned down to you getting all up in your face.

licking your lips nervously you tried to keep a nonchalant facade as you felt his cool breath against your lips, avoding his eyes while biting the inside of your cheek. "Aww, does the princess care about lil ole me?" your plump lips turned down into a flustered snarl as you inhaled deeply, shaking your head while clenching your fists at your side.

"I...i don't have time for this, get your shit 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍." you mumbled, moving to walk away from him only to yelp as you felt him grab you wrist pulling you into him. you exhaled shakily as you felt him hold your cheek, hoping he couldn't feel hot it was from you being flustered.

His lips pulling into a smirk as he pulled you closer forcing you to meet his eyes, "I've been feeling a little down lately, how bout you make me feel better by putting these pretty lips i love so much to use, yeah?"

God did you hate suna rinatoru.

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐞ᵗᵐ

[sunaily]

SO CUTE WTH

[my first task!] ft. miya atsumu

synopsis: inspired by the series, Old Enough? basically, in Japan, it's common practice to entrust a toddler an errand to perform all by themselves, such as fetching something from the store. sometimes, in a small village or closely knit neighborhood, all the shopkeepers and neighborhood residents are aware of when the toddler will be out and all work together to watch over them and guide them.

wc: 2.6k

“Are ya sure she has to do this today?”

“‘Tsumu, we’ve already done all the preparation. Let’s just let her try, hm?” 

He grumbles, but moves to his assigned location at the dining table, where your daughter is already sitting, swinging her legs in anticipation of her favorite Omurice lunch. 

You bring the plates of food over to the table and set one down at each of your seats. You give Atsumu a pointed look which he ignores. You clear your throat and give him a hard nudge. 

“Ow,” he complains. He gives you one last pleading look which you leave unanswered. 

He sighs and recites his scripted lines. “Oh honey, what about the ketchup drawings?” he asks you in monotone. 

You tap a finger at your chin, looking up at the ceiling to feign deep thought. “Oh no! I think we ran out of ketchup!” You bring a palm up to cover your mouth, gaping open in dismay. 

“No ketchup drawing? How can I possibly eat Omurice without the ketchup drawing?” 

“Oh no,” you turn to your daughter. “We can’t have Omurice without ketchup can we?” 

“No, we can’t!” your daughter exclaims. 

“Well baby, do you think you can go to the store and get some ketchup for us? Just like how you do it when you go with Mommy.” 

Her eyes sparkle with excitement at the prospect of going out. “Me?” 

“Yep, Daddy and I are so busy, we can’t go. Can we rely on you?” 

“Sure!” she chirps. 

So a few short moments later, you and Atsumu have strapped her little purse on her torso, containing just enough coins to purchase a bottle of ketchup and a card with your phone number on it, just in case. Atsumu laces her shoes up and gives her a kiss on the cheek. You think you see his eyes misting over. 

You speak up. “Just to the store we always go to, okay? Mommy’s counting on you!” This was supposed to have been Atsumu’s line, but you can tell that the dam is about to burst so you help him out.

“You’ll do great,” he chokes out. “I’ll see you when you come home with ketchup so Daddy can have his Omurice. Okay?” 

She nods, enthusiastic and completely unaware of Atsumu’s turmoil. With that, she’s out the door and Atsumu barely waits one minute before he’s following, sticking to his own plan to trail her on her first errand. 

~

The route has been prepped ahead of time. All the neighbors and the local store owners have been informed of your daughter’s first errand to ensure her success. In addition, all of Atsumu’s teammates, old and new, showed up to guide her along. 

So as Atsumu trails behind her toddling figure, hiding comically behind fences and walls, there’s really no need for him to intervene. 

She first passess the local cafe, where Bokuto, Hinata, and Sakusa sit at a table strategically located by the open window facing the sidewalk. As she walks by, she recognizes them instantly, straying from her path to the store. Bokuto sits her on his lap while Hinata listens to her babble and Sakusa buys her an apple juice. After a couple minutes of chatting, Sakusa gently pats her and asks, “so why are you out here by yourself?” 

“Oh!” she clammors out of Bokuto’s arms, suddenly remembering that she was supposed to be out on a mission. “I’m going to the store to buy ketchup for Mommy and Daddy. They’re counting on me.” 

Hinata nods profusely. “You better be off then!”

“You should finish your juice first, though. Adults don’t waste food,” Sakusa tells her. 

She nods, happy to sip the remaining juice from the cup, then sets on her way afoot. 

The trio at the cafe watch her go, shaking their heads when they notice their setter conspicuously following close behind. 

~

Next is Onigiri Miya. 

Well, technically, next was supposed to be the florist on the main street, but the little Miya had seen the street that Onigiri Miya is on and took the turn out of habit. But no matter – you and Atsumu had foreseen this, so a team is at the ready there too. 

Suna sits at the counter seat closest to the door to keep watch. When he sees her rounding the corner, he signals Osamu who comes out from behind the counter to greet her at the door. 

“Heya, baby,” picking up her easily when she runs into her Uncle’s arms. 

“Hi Uncle ‘Samu! Hi Rin-chan!” She greets Suna over Osamu’s shoulder. 

Suna grins, “hey stink.” 

“‘M not stinky!” 

Osamu carries her into the restaurant and deposits her on the counter seat next to Suna’s. He rounds back into the kitchen where he begins shaping a miniature version of her favorite onigiri. She kicks her feet, completely at ease in the restaurant and blissfully forgetful of her task at hand. When the plate is deposited in front of her, she chirps out a quick thank you before digging in. 

After chatting Suna up for a bit, Osamu finally cuts in. 

“So, what are ya doing out here all by yourself?” 

“Dunno!” she giggles. 

Suna coughs a bit, giving Osamu a look which Osamu returns pointedly. 

“Soooo… you decided to have lunch here without your dad and mom?” 

She ponders this for a bit, before lighting up. “Oh yeah! Mommy made Omurice but Daddy forgot to buy the ketchup so I’m here to get it.” 

Osamu’s eyes widen comically. “All by yourself?” 

She nods sagely. “‘M a big girl now. Mommy is countin’ on me.” 

“Well, ya better get going then. Yer silly dad will be waitin’ for ya.” 

She agrees, hopping her to her feet. The two follow her to the door to see her off, holding the door open for her walk through. She gets halfway back the way she came when she turns around and grins toothily at the two. 

“Thanks for the onigiri, uncle! Love ya!” 

Osamu smiles and waves her off. Behind him, Suna holds out his phone, pointing the camera at the little girl’s retreating back, making sure to focus on the suspicious figure donning sunglasses, a mask, and MSBY jackals baseball cap tailing her. He sends it to the group chat warning the next team to watch out for a stalker. 

~ 

Your daughter finds her way back to the intersection on the main road. She needs to take a left to continue her route to the supermarket. As she stands at the crossroads, she frowns, not quite remembering where she needs to go. She takes a right. 

There, she bumps into the legs of Kageyama and Hoshiumi who are stationed at the intersection. 

“Sorry,” she starts, craning her neck to get a better look at her obstacles. 

“No worries,” Kageyama says, taking a step back. 

Hoshiumi then strikes up a conversation with Kageyama, reading out the practiced lines. 

“Hey, we need to go to the supermarket right?”

Your daughter’s ears perk up at that.

“Yeah. It’s that – ” Kageyama points dramatically “– way.” 

“Ohhhh, I see,” Hoshiumi puts a hand up to theatrically mimic covering his eyes from the sun and squints the way Kageyama is pointing. 

Your daughter nods to herself at that and turns around to walk in the correct direction this time. 

When she gets far enough away, Hoshiumi shows Kageyama the text in the group chat. 

“Stalker?” Kageyama reads, scrunching his face. “Should we –”

“Nah,” Hoshiumi cuts him off and points at the stalker in question, going the same way the little girl just went.

“Ah.” Tobio understands, noticing the peek of dyed blond hair from under the baseball cap. 

~

At last, she arrives at the grocery store. This is familiar ground, so she wanders into the store and meanders the aisles, getting distracted by the array of colors in the snack section. She’s running her hands along all the biscuit options, contemplating how she can fit all the items she wants in her two hands when she hears someone clear their throat from above her. 

This time, it’s Aran who waves a gentle hello to her. 

“Aran-kun!” she exclaims, forgetting about the snacks and running up to hug his legs. 

He chuckles and pats her head. 

“Hi there. Are ya looking for something in particular?” 

Once again, she thinks. She’s sure there must be a reason she’s in the store but can’t quite remember. 

“I think so?” 

“Hm, okay. Wanna go shopping with me until you remember what yer looking for?” 

“M’kay!”

She grabs Aran’s hand and swings them as he guides her to the aisle with the condiments. There, she inspects the colorful array of sauces, eyes sparkling. Aran pretends to look for his own items, hovering a hand over the ketchup bottles and waving his fingers in the general area until she remembers. Her eyes hone in on the red bottle and she remembers her poor father, still unable to eat his lunch without ketchup. 

“Aran-kun! I’m here for ketchup!” 

“‘That so? Well, here ya go, then.” He picks up the bottle of the brand he knows you use and plops it right into her hands. 

“Not this one,” she shakes her head. “Mommy wants that one.” 

She points at the bottle next to the one Aran grabbed. They’re identical. 

Unbothered, Aran switches out the bottle in her hands with the one she wants. “Sorry ‘bout that. All good now?” 

“Yep!” 

“Ready to go check out, then?” 

She nods. He continues to walk her to the registers. Once the lines are in sight, she lets go of his fingers and darts over to the nearest line. But not before bowing a polite thank you to Aran. 

At the register, she greets the attendant watching him scan the bottle and showing her the total amount owed. 

“That’ll be 200 yen.” 

She reaches into her purse and pours out all the coins onto the counter, not entirely sure what she needs to offer. The cashier picks out a few coins and deposits the rest back into her coin purse, allowing her to tuck the coin purse back into her bag and zip the purse securely before asking if she wants a bag. 

“Yes, please!” 

With a plastic baggie in hand, she makes her way to the exit. Aran catches her before and tucks a small box of pocky into her bag, pushing a finger to his lips and winking at her. “Keep it a secret from yer mom. Get home safe!” 

She mimics his gesture and nods. With one last bear hug to Aran’s legs, she’s off. 

~

Outside the store, Kita waits for her. She spots his white hair easily. Of all her uncles (excluding Osamu, of course), Kita is her favorite. She runs over to him, bag swinging carelessly behind her. Kita catches her and gives her a little spin before setting her back on the ground. 

“Hiya, Uncle Shin!” 

“Hey there. What’cha got in there?” he asks, pointing at the bag. 

“Ketchup! Daddy forgot to buy more and he can’t eat Omurice without it, so Mommy’s countin’ on me to get it.” 

Kita rests a hand on her head. “That’s real impressive of ya, to come to the store to get it all by yourself.” 

She glows in his praise, rare but genuine. 

“Going home now, Uncle Shin.” 

“Alright,” he responds. “I need something from that way, so I’ll walk ya part ways.” 

She beams and follows Kita in the direction of your home. 

“Uncle Shin?”

“Yeah, bug?” 

“Can I eat my pocky? Aran-kun bought it for me.” 

He crouches down to her eye level. “Can I have some?” he asks seriously. 

“Yeah!” 

“Then, alright. But let’s go sit down at that bench over there, okay? It’s rude to eat and walk.” 

“Okay!” 

So the two take a detour, sitting at the bench to watch the birds hobble by while sharing the box of strawberry pocky. A certain stalker watches in envy from behind the trees. 

Once the box is depleted, Kita wipes her fingers down with some wet wipes he keeps in his pocket and tosses out the trash. They continue on their way, Kita sticking with her until they pass the confusing intersection (where Kageyama and Hoshiumi bow slightly at the sight of Kita) and the cafe (where the MSBY trio nod in acknowledgement). 

When the house is only a couple more feet away, Kita once again crouches down. “Alright, I gotta go my own way from here. Do ya think ya can make it home all by yourself?” 

“Yep, thanks Uncle Shin!”

“Sure. I’m proud of ya, bug.” 

She squirms a bit, overwhelmed by the praise she gets from her favorite uncle. The ketchup bounces in its bag by her side as she skips all the way back home. 

~

After fishing out her own key and unlocking the front door, Atsumu is there to greet her at the genkan, scoping her up and squeezing her tight, the ketchup bag forgotten on the floor.

“There’s my girl!” 

“Daddy!” she laughs. 

“Welcome home,” you greet, tummy warming at the sight of your two Miyas. 

“Mommy!” she squirms in Atsumu’s arms signaling for him to let her down. He obliges and she picks up the plastic bag to wave in your face. “I got the ketchup! Now daddy can eat his lunch!” 

“Wow, great job! And all by yourself!” 

You usher her over to the table as she babbles about her day. 

“I saw Shoyo-chan, Bokkun, Omi-chan, Uncle ‘Samu, Rin-chan, Aran-kun, and Uncle Shin too!”

“Wow, sounds like you had a great day. Did you have fun?” 

“Yep!” 

Atsumu, who has since changed out of his stalker gear, slumps into his seat at the table, back to grumbling about his cold omurice and how it would’ve still been hot if he had quickly gone with his daughter to get it. 

You throw him a bone by asking your daughter, “Did you miss Daddy on your trip?”

“What do you mean?”

You almost choke out a laugh; kids are ruthless sometimes.

“Why would I miss Daddy? He was there the whole time.” 

Atsumu sputters. “What do ya mean? I was at home waiting for ya the whole time.” 

“Daddy’s a liar,” she whispers in your ear. “I saw him, but he was wearin’ some weird clothes. Like covering his face.” 

You break into a fit of giggles. “Your daddy’s really silly, isn’t he?”

Atsumu can hear everything. “Hey!”

“Daddy was following you because he was just a bit worried about you going by yourself. But he’s really proud of you. Right?” 

Atsumu rounds the table to crouch besides your daughter’s seat. “Yeah. But you did so well. I’m so proud of ya.” 

Her eyes light up at the praise. She throws her arms around his neck and wiggles in her seat a bit. 

“Well, great job and since you got the ketchup for us, all your favorite uncles can now join us for lunch too.” 

At that, each of today’s helpers emerge from the kitchen holding their own plates of Omurice, all undecorated. You figure it might be a good time to introduce her to Kageyama and Hoshiumi too, but she’s distracted by Kita and Osamu offering their omelets to her to decorate with the ketchup.

As she goes around the table and draws ketchup hearts and stars on each omelet, you wander over to Atsumu’s side whose eyes are getting watery again, watching her brag to each of them that the ketchup they’re about to eat is her ketchup. 

“What’s wrong, ‘Tsumu?” 

“Nothin,” he hastily swipes at his eyes. “‘M not crying.”

“I never said you were,” you say gently. You wind your arm around his waist and lean into him, rubbing circles into his back. His body closes around you instinctively. 

“She’s just growing up so fast, ya know.” 

“I know.” 

“Soon, she won’t need me – us – anymore.” 

“Aww, ‘Tsumu. Yeah, she’ll grow up but…” 

He looks at you when you trail off. 

You reach up to whisper in his ears. “We could always just make another one.”

[sunaily]

enemies to lovers ! #

☆ featuring. suna x manager!reader

part one ? maybe i’ll make a diff version but with tsukishima

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SUNA RINTAROU -

suna loved teasing you. loved getting on your nerves. loved seeing the way you tried to keep your cool whenever you’d argue. he didn’t know why though- why those little reactions were so cute to him or why he felt butterflies in his stomach when you’d tape his fingers, or pass him a water-bottle or even just looking at his direction. he never understood why he felt like this if he hated you so much. well at least he swore he did.

when it was your first day at inarizaki, you’d already bumped into suna two times, the first time he didn’t mind but the second time, he could’ve sworn you were doing it on purpose. third time- he’s had enough. he confronted you about it but you couldn’t help but stick up for yourself- which only caused a verbal argument to occur.

that was just the first incident.. on your second week at inarizaki, you were told by your school guidance counselor that it was crucial for you to sign up for a club or extracurricular activity since it would look good for your college application. in agreement she listed many clubs, you chose the easiest- well what seemed to be the easiest- managing the boys volleyball club. that’s when you noticed the jackass you fought with a couple weeks ago.

throughout that whole practice you avoided him- and he avoided you, though he couldn’t stop but avert his eyes to you every now and then.

you seemed to be doing something right as their manager cause they accepted you right away. you should’ve seen it at the start how difficult it was to control these boys.

after months of being their manager- you’ve gotten pretty close to them, all of them. except one of course. suna rintarou. you couldn’t tell what you hated more, his stupid pussy bangs, his cocky grin, his big ego, or his stupid cute stupid face. 

you two constantly bickered and argued over such little things, him of course always trying to bring in flirting into it. you’d thought that maybe that was just his personality- he probably talks to every girl this way.

“maybe if you weren’t so lazy you wouldn’t be so tired right now and complaining about how you want to sleep!”

“well maybe if you weren’t such a controlling manager than i’d be able to rest!”

“well maybe if you shut up i could actually think right now instead of arguing with you!”

“maybe if you shut up than you could think better, i don’t know if you could actually think though especially with that peanut brain.!”

“fine i’ll shut up!”

“will you? or do you need help with that, cause i’ll gladly help shut you up.” he said smirking.

“god wipe that smirk off your face”.

he couldn’t help but smile. you were clearly flustered and didn’t know what to say so he just lightly chuckled and ran back to court.

now suna never realized he likes you. it took this poor boy months to realize he loves you. he first noticed it when you started popping up in his dreams, when you crossed his mind every night. when he started looking at the moon, and couldn’t stop thinking of you. that’s when he’s had enough.

it was late at night when you received a text, well not just one text, your entire phone was blowing up with messages, all from the same person.

“y/n wake up” is what spammed you inbox. when you opened the messages app to see who the 69 messages came from it was suna rintarou. you called him, “ughh what do you want” you said, groaning into the speaker. it was at least 3 am, what was he doing calling you this late? “open your window pretty.” was all he said.

so you did what he asked you. you rolled out of bed, looking in the mirror before doing anything, then you reached to your window, opening it. “suna?”, you asked, still yawning.

what was he doing climbing your window at 3 in the fucking morning?

“hey.” he looks tired, like he hasn’t slept at all this night.

“what.. are you doing here ?” you ask.

“y/n i like you. a lot. and i know it may not seem like it but i just can’t get you out of my head no matter what i do, and it’s just annoying. god you’re annoying, this is annoying. it’s annoying how much i like you, it’s annoying how many times you cross my mind, and it’s annoying how many times i’ve wished for this moment to happen, so here goes nothing. i like you.” suddenly it felt like the world stopped, like every living thing just held out its breath, and with a deep sigh he finally took a breath in.

you aren’t sure whether he’s joking or not, but hell you aren’t joking, “i like you too. a lot.” in a swift movement you tug on his shirt pulling in for a kiss. he pulls back, “i don’t think you know how long i’ve been waiting for this” he whispers. “shut up and kiss me, you loser.” was all you said.

[sunaily]

“wai—wait, no tongue rinnie, i dunno—“

“relax,” suna mumbles against your lips, pressing a soft kiss against your bottom lip. “i’ll teach you, don’t worry.” you whine, embarrassed that he may find your inexperience to be a turn off. “just follow through with m’tongue okay?”

“mhmn..” you mumble, gasping when he presses his swollen lips onto yours once again. he presses himself further into your body, your legs enveloping around his waist and tugging him in. you shiver, mouth gaping wider on instinct when you feel his silky tongue slip in between your lips, running itself over yours.

it’s so fucking wet, and so hot, you can taste his sweet spit on your tongue. it makes you ache everywhere, body sparked with excitement yet nervousness. “c’mon, try.” he groans against you, letting your tongue nervously glide against his on command. he lets out a guttural groan, grinding unconsciously into your thigh, mumbling a half coherent apology before he slips his tongue back into your mouth.

he runs the hot muscle over yours, curling over and around it with messy spit beginning to coat your lips. he doesn’t slow despite your tongue faltering and clearly weakening with every stroke of his tongue against yours. “y’r so weak baby.” he chuckles, pulling away slightly.

both of your breaths are labored, your softened eyes meet his , filled with so much love that they sparkle under the dim light. his pupils seem to dialate over and over, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.

you can still feel the heat of his breath against your lips, one of his hands with a tight hold against your waist, and one sprawled across your shoulder — holding you still. it’s all so intimate, and all so new.

“can we d—do it again? wanna try again..” you quip, cheeks flushing at the dumb, dumb question.

as if he would say no.