#i want sunarin to be like

[animatedrapture]

11 is being generous

:'))

[axel-tiredstudent]

Sneak peak! 1 of the 10 characters I've done (so far)

[rintoorou]

first college era sunayn post tmr and im listening to sm songs that remind me of them rn 😭 im so excited to show u all their Lore

[causenessus]

🧠 9. what is something you love listening to your f/o talk extensively about, and what do they love hearing you elaborate on?

speak on it my platonic wife <33

ask game :)

🧠 -> what is something you love listening to your f/o talk extensively about, and what do they love hearing you elaborate on?

i'll sit through whatever that man says he could recite the declaration of independence and i'm on the edge of my seat. like honestly idek what to pick because i LOVE listening to other people so i'm gonna be basic and say his days. i make him tell me every single detail like what he did when he woke up what he saw on the way to the subway station who was on the subway EVERYTHING. i also know so little about volleyball so i love to hear his thoughts on the sport <3 like what goes through his mind when he's read blocking and everything else <3 and he thinks it's really cute. for me, although i think i'd force him to watch video essays or at least buzzfeed unsolved with me, i'll spew random knowledge about videos i watched before we met and then be like "we can just watch it now. the video was really funny" and he'll say "no no. keep going i want to hear YOU talk about it" he definitely also loves hearing about my days like we spend an hour and a half at least going through each other's days bc we're both yappers and so in love we'll both listen to each other talk about anything 😭😭😭

[itoshi-s]

when he. when. when he fucks u from behind an..aND presses ur head right into the mattress w his fOOT & GOES EVEN HARDER……

[a-pastel-edgelord]

You are the closest thing Atsumu's ever had to a best friend, Osamu knows. His brother's faults were often so visible to other kids that it drove them away. Not you though. You simply laughed and called Atsumu a jerk. The rest is history.

Osamu watches from his place on the bench as Atsumu sets up for a spike serve, six steps, the toss, the jump and--

"Don't fuck it up!" Your voice jeers.

Atsumu misses, spectacularly. The ball ricochets off the back wall with a stellar thwump that rings a brief silence into the gym. Osamu sees his brother spin around, a vein in his neck throbbing as he starts to unload on you.

"YOU MOTHERF—"

"Imagine not getting the service ace because the opposite team heckles you!" You cut him off with a jovial smile. "How lame would that be?"

"YOU SCRUB! GET OVER HERE. I'LL KILL YA!"

And off the two of you go, shrieking insults at each other. Osamu makes no move to get out of his seat. Not for the first time, he considers how this strange game of tag could be its own spectator sport. Suna sits next to him, the middle blocker's eyes flitting to the current source of entertainment.

"Not gonna record this shit?"

"No, s'not nearly as entertaining as watching the two of you beat up on each other." Atsumu manages to trap you in a headlock, driving his knuckles into your scalp for a noogie as you kick at his legs. "How long have they been together anyhow?" The question is asked so flippantly, Osamu almost misses it.

"Hah? They're not datin', Suna." That's right. The two of you aren't dating. Not once had Atsumu ever expressed that kind of interest in you, and the same seems to be true in reverse. No longing stares. No pining.

"That so? Could have sworn they were." Suna glances over, his usual apathetic expression almost perfectly in place. However, Rintaro Suna is the closest thing Osamu has to a best friend.

Osamu's mouth goes dry. "Drop it, Sunarin."

Suna holds his stare for another beat before turning away. "You deserve to have what you want, Samu."

"I mean it."

"So do I."

Osamu fights to keep his face in check, fights to restrain himself like always. To hold back just enough so that he doesn't lose his temper. It should be easier by now, to suffer the pointed remarks Suna makes with grace. However, Suna had been the one to witness the smallest of exchanges between Osamu and you. And then, the motherfucker had managed to put two and two together. So here Osamu sits, watching his brother horseplay with you.

You. The one person he could trust Atsumu with, the one person who would be so good for him to fall for... is the same person who crashed through Osamu's walls and took a seat within the inner sanctum of his affections.

Osamu Miya is in love with his brother's best friend and Atsumu would never forgive him for it if he found out.

[tetsumie]

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

𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇

pairing: suna rintaro x gen!neutral reader

genre: hurt/comfort

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you really miss your boyfriend.

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

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

"i didn't say that, rin."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the door opens and slams shut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yeah you're right."

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

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

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

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

no wonder you've been feeling so lonely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and then it hits him.

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

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

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

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

"don't be ridiculous," he scoffs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i’m sorry," he begins.

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

"and you’re right."

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

"you’re absolutely right, y/n."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

even after everything, you still love him.

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

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

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

© tetsumie 2024 all rights reserved

[kaiijo]

NICKNAMES — MIYA ATSUMU

pairing: miya atsumu x gn! reader content: timeskip! atsumu, fluff, suggestive

atsumu’s always liked nicknames, ever since he was little. it’s evident in his calls for “‘samu” and “omi omi” and “bokkun.” he’s never once called suna by either his first or last name; it’s always been sunarin.

atsumu can’t remember the last time he called you by your actual government name. it’s always baby, sweetheart, babe. you always grin at him when he does, pecking his lips and wrapping your arms around him.

but you still call him atsumu. not love or honey or baby, not even ‘tsumu. it makes him huff and pout and he’s honestly on the verge of a tantrum when he thinks about it. he uses every pet name under the sun for you and yet, to you, he’s just plain old atsumu.

the two of you are sitting on your couch, you cuddled under his arm, watching some show on netflix that neither of you are really paying attention to. your phone buzzes and you lift it, snickering at a message one of your high school friends sent you, and when you open up your messages with her, atsumu blanches at the contact name.

“baby!” he whines, making your head snap towards him. he detaches himself from you and crosses his arms.

you raise an eyebrow. “everything okay, atsumu?”

he only frowns further and points accusingly at your phone. “so, ya can call yer friend ‘goddess shimizu’ but ya can’t even bother callin’ me ‘babe’?”

you blink owlishly at him. “what are you talking about?” you set your phone on the sidetable and fully turn your body to atsumu, who’s sinking further into the couch cushions.

“why do you call me atsumu?”

“because that’s your name?”

“no!” he says, “i mean… why don’t ya call me anythin’ else? like any nicknames? ya don’t even call me ‘tsumu and literally everyone does unless they’re mad at me.”

you sigh heavily, “you’re not serious.”

“it just… i—”

your face softens as atsumu struggles to find the right words, and you place a tender hand on his knee. “atsumu,” you say gently and he glances at you. “i use your name because i like your name. it’s you. it’s yours.” your hand moves under his chin and you tilt his head. “you’re atsumu. you’re my atsumu.”

the possessive tinge to your voice sends a jolt of electricity down his spine. “yeah?” he says, mouth stretching into a dazed smirk. “i’m yours, huh?”

you reply, “yep, all mine.” you cup his face with one hand, stroking his jaw with your thumb. “as long as you want to be.”

“think yer stuck with me for a while.”

you chuckle, “i think i can live with that.”

atsumu pulls you to straddle his lap, running his hands up and down your thighs. your own hands settle on his shoulders as he asks, “can ya do me a favor, though?”

“sure, what is it?”

he blushes a little and says, “call me somethin’ cute once in a while.”

“hmm, like this?” you hum, leaning forward, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “baby.”

atsumu feels his brain turn mushy as you dip your head, pressing a slow kiss to the skin of his neck just below his ear. “love,” you drawl out again and the mindless chatter of whatever show you two were watching fades into static. atsumu’s stops rubbing your thighs, gripping them tight instead.

“sweethe—” your purr is swallowed by atsumu’s mouth in a fiery kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, salacious and solicitous. your fingers card through his hair and you grasp a few strands, tugging and relishing in atsumu’s moan.

seems like you’ll be calling him a lot more than atsumu from now on.

[natriae]

part 1

honestly this could be read alone

Osamu watched as his brother angrily walked out of his restaurant. It was obvious that this wasn’t Atsumu’s standard victim pout he did to get attention. This was his ‘fuck, i just fucked something up so badly that even i know it’. Rare for Atsumu but not new. Osamu, however, is quickly distracted by your trembling body as you run to the bathroom. What the fuck did he do now?

Suna glances at Osamu as his body turns back around towards the front door. The silent interaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the other boys, but they know better than to interfere. Quickly excusing himself, Osamu exits the front door to find his brother crouched on the side of the building with his head in his hands. There was one thing Osamu told his brother when he first introduced you too. You simply were just another loyal patron to his establishment, but he saw how his brother looked at you. After you had left, Osamu made it very clear that Atsumu was not to hurt you. You were a sweet girl who did not need to be left crying over his brother. He knew the kind of man Atsumu was. He wasn’t ever there for a long time. All he wanted was a good one, but the way Atsumu's eyes watched you thank Osamu for delivering your food had a look of childlike innocence that Osamu had only seen in Atsumu’s first love.

Back in the restaurant the boys had their own conversation about what was possibly happening. Not realizing how thin the walls were to the bathroom. Your sobs had quieted down and you were sure you were ready to head back out and pretend that none of this ever happened. While grabbing the handle you hear the soft talk of Sunarin’s voice, “You know I surprisingly had hope he wouldn’t fuck this one up too. I mean she really isn’t his type, but I don’t know maybe he wanted to try something new.”

“Rin knock it off, that's not nice,” Kita quickly responds, but all you can hear is the low chuckle of Suna’s laugh. What did he mean? Were you really not Atsumu’s type at all? It wouldn’t be the first time you had heard this, but hearing it from someone that Atsumu sees as a brother hurts worse. Your hand slowly reclines back to a position at your side, body falling into the same sync softly sliding down the wall. Your eyes twitch, unable to find the water to cry. It all hurts. Of course it was silly to date him.

Outside Osamu crouches down next to his brother. Atsumu doesn’t bother looking up, already sensing who was there. The younger twin waits patiently watching the lights switch from red to green down the street. It’s much quieter here than in Tokyo. Most of the city is already asleep and the streets are empty. The occasional sound of another restaurant closing up for the night is loud and clear for the two boys to hear. He watches as Atsumu’s arms fall to rest on his knees and he lifts his head so body leans back to completely rest on the wall. Osamu notices how Atsumu patiently waits for him to scold him. For him to immediately question what the hell he did. To possibly pick a fight this late in the night, but none of that comes. Life’s different now, and they both know now that some situations can’t be solved by bickering. He’s grateful his brother can read him well enough that he knows he regrets what happened without having to say it.

“I messed up ‘samu. Just like ya said I would,” Atsumu states, looking to the ground. Too ashamed to look at his brother. If there's one thing Atsumu has had to learn to control while growing up, it’s his ego, and he’s constantly being tested by the universe to see if he finally learned better. Yet here he is once again ruining something that was good for him all because he got defensive. He wasn’t thinking. Something he’s really good at. It was a cheap shot that he deeply regrets.

“I neva said ya were gonna to mess up,” Osamu sighs, watching his brother’s face for a twitch of emotion, “I wanned ta make sure ‘ou were gonna go into this for the right reasons. I’ve watched ya crash and burn far too much. I just want ya to be happy.” Osamu finishes. Calmly watching his brother he notices Atsumu's face go through several emotions.

Eventually the elder twin settles on, “what should i do ‘samu?” the look on his face resembling one of a kicked puppy. It hurts Osamu to see his brother like this. He can even remember the last time Atsumu came to him for advice, but here he is looking like a lost little boy who wants his mother.

“do what y're good at,'' Osamu lightly chuckles, “talk ta her, dude,” is all he says before he gets up and walks back into Onigiri Miya. Atsumu is left with his thoughts for a little bit longer before he gets up and watches the scene from the front window.

He leans against the wall and watches Osamu wave his arm up, motioning the small party to follow him to his apartment. He can't hear what they are saying, but based on Osamu's face he knows there's no room for anyone to question.

Walking back into the empty restaurant he slowly locks the door worrying about the inevitable. His brother's restaurant is a mess. There are streamers everywhere, some ripped from where they were taped to the wall. Plastic cups litter the tables who's chairs have been stacked away in the back to make more space. His eyes finally land on the bathroom door where you hide.

His heart feels like it's tearing itself in two. Something he hasn't felt in years, but he's older now and he won't lose you. When his grandma passed back then Atsumu covered his pain with what he thought was love. Yet it always ended the same, with his brother drinking away till he passed out. However, he was okay with losing them. It was almost a pain he wanted to feel for not grieving his grandmother like he should have. A torment he thought he deserved.

Then he met you. When he learned you've never been in a relationship, nor a situationship, he felt as though it was a gift from his ancestors. A way for him to learn that he does deserve happiness, but he never thought about the many tests it would come with. He's old enough now to stop running from his problems. You were perfect for him. He wasn't going to lose you now.

“y/n” he says quietly while knocking on the bathroom door, “y/n please open up, please” he begs. There's a small shuffling on the other side that's just enough to keep his thoughts from spiraling further. He takes a deep breath before going up to knock again. As his hand raises, he hears the door click signaling you've unlocked it.

You’ve opened the door just enough to be able to see him. Not fully exiting. “what?” you question softly. Your throat dry from the constant tears. You're careful in noticing how his face morphs into multiple emotions seemingly fighting with his brain and heart.

“please come out, will ya,” he begs once more, hand reaching out for yours. He pulls his bottom lip in as he takes a deep breath. It’s as though the man before you is made of glass - for you to see all of him, and you’ll take it. Even if it is far too late.

Finally stepping out of the bathroom Atsumu is left to see your flushed face obviously reddened by the constant wiping of tears. He swears his heart shattered further. He needs to explain, but his mouth simply won't open, so he gestures to the booth where it all began.

Your miind finally has time to recognize the pounding headache overtaking your body. Hardly allowing you to recognize that the shop is completely empty. Atsumu sits down first then you follow in suit on the opposite side. Resting your eyes for a moment you don't realize that Atsumu has already grabbed you a glass of water for your headache. You politely thank him and take a sip. Your brain and body immediately relaxing at the sign of water.

“I want to ask for you to be patient with me, but I don’t deserve it—” Atsumu starts quietly.

“‘sumu—”

“no, please let me say it all before m’ ego gets in the way,” his face slowly lifts and his eyes go searching for yours. Once they catch he immediately looks away. Not once in this relationship have you seen Atsumu so unconfident. He always walked into every situation with a level of confidence you could only wish to achieve. From day one, he took charge. Always guiding you, being there for you, and all around keeping you safe, but it was obvious sometimes it became too much for even him to keep up with. He'd break down when you weren't around and walk out with a mask.

He knew there were a lot of first for you when this relationship started, and the way he approached all of them made you feel loved. A rare feeling that made you love him all the more. He never out right showed his inner turmoil. Which is why today came as such a shock, but with the way his eyes glossed over and his hands shook you figured today might be the day he finally opens up. “I'm sorry y/n. I really really am,” he says, voice cracking towards the end. He takes a deep breath before continuing, “ I shouldn't ‘ave snapped at ya,” he lets out a sound similar to scoff, yet also laughing at himself, “ I- I've never been good at communicating my feelings very well,” this makes you laugh. No shit.

“ I know, it's obvious, but there was one thing ya should know. I made a promise to m’self, ‘samu, and even my ma. That's how ya know it's serious. From the moment I met ya… I knew ‘ou were the one. I'm not entirely sure how ta explain it, but I wanted no one but y’u, and when ya left this very restaurant. I ran ta Osamu ta ask about y’u, so ya can imagine my disappointment when he said y’u were quiet and all he knew was your order,” He smiles back at the thought, “I- I don't mean i was disappointed ya were quiet by the way,” he rushes out making you smile. You nod your head telling him to continue.

“That day while I was still tryna to understand these new feelings I eventually made a promise to m’self… Y’u were going to be mine, but I told m’self that I will make ya the happiest person on earth. Whatever it takes, and when I finally told ‘samu I was gonna ask ya out. He stared me directly in the eye and said ‘’tsumu ya break her heart i'll kill ya’ and that's when I knew for sure y’u were a gift ta me.” Atsumu’s eyes glass over before he continues, “Ya know, when ya first met my ma she said ta me ‘’honey, she’s a nice girl. Be nice.’ and I know that doesn’t sound like a lot, but I know my ma was never proud of my decisions especially when it came ta love. I was stubborn and I would always flee the minute things got difficult, and If i’m being honest I think it was a way to distract myself from all the pain I held in.

My shithead dad left when I was young, so when times got hard on my ma ‘Samu and I would go to my grandma’s.” A tear falls down his face and his leg begins to bounce under the table, “She was an amazing woman, and I’d spent a lot of time with her. I will not lie she was quite the gossip so there were a lot of things I shouldn’t have known…but I did. I knew that my ma just wanted to be loved, and I think from a young age I took that duty upon m’self. To make sure she knew she was loved, and my grandma was proud of me for that.

So, when my grandma passed I started college I figured I didn’t have time to grieve her and I spent a lot of time drownin’ out my sorrows with… sex.” He pauses for a moment, “ I-I noticed how happy it made me, and I figured I’m making these girls feel loved so I must be doing something right, but then things got messy. I spiraled and I swore it off when I got into MSBY, but then I met y’u.

I swear it was like my grandma placed ya here to knock me back into place. She always told me I would make an amazing husband and for some reason that day I met y’u I was reminded of that. I didn’t even know who ya were, but I knew deep down that y’u weren’t just anyone… I never told ya this, but I did start going to therapy after I met ya, and everything and every way I have reacted was genuine, but being here, with everyone, I think I knew ya would start ta see that old side of me that I tried so hard to bury, and I got scared…” by now the tears fall freely down his face, but he refuses to completely break. He’s always had to be the man of the house, but he needs to know that he’s allowed to show his emotions as well. That’s a lot of responsibility for a young boy.

Getting up from your seat, new tears fall from your face as you walk around to the same bench Atsumu sits on. Wrapping your arms around his frame you hold his head to your chest, and he breaks. He cries and his shoulders shake as he lets out the pain of the last several years.

It was obvious since the moment you met him that he was soft on the inside. He’s lost himself over the years like many have, but you’re glad he’s starting to pick up those pieces and put them back together. You squeeze him a little tighter before finally speaking up, “‘Tsumu…thank you for telling me all this. I was in my head a lot. I’m always in my head a lot,” you giggle, still holding him close, “If we want this to work we need to communicate,” you whispered for only him to hear. His head softly nods before he lifts his head up.

“What were ya gonna ask me before?” he whispers back.

You lean closer to him, your noses almost touching. Taking a deep breath you begin, “From the stories, and especially the things Suna was saying I was really beating myself up about how many relationships you’ve had. It’s stupid, It’s just jealousy.” you say, shaking your head.

“No, you’re allowed to feel that way. If we were switched I’d probably be in ma head about it too.” he attempts to calm you down. His hands move to hold yours, squeezing them to let you know that this is real.

“Sometimes I get really upset when I think about…maybe you had girlfriends with sexier bodies than me,” his head shakes, “ or maybe it’s a burden that I don’t always know what I’m doing, like when we kiss,” you finish, his head falls at your statement, but his hands never leaves yours. Now he understands why his statement before was so hurtful. Why can’t he just think about others for once?

You shake his hands to bring his attention back to you, “please don’t beat yourself up over it,” you beg.

He takes a deep breath before bringing one of your hands to his face so he can kiss it. “I hate that I hurt ya, but please do not ever compare yourself to anyone in my past. There’s a reason they’re in the past. Y’u are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Trust me I’ve seen a lotta woman,” He jokes. At that you lightly smack his arm. “I’m kidding, but seriously you are special, and I love you,” He brings your body close, holding you tight to his chest. Your hearts beating as one.

tags:

@mangiswig @fashionloverr846 @dracarysbitch @bbqsauceonmytitties2 @07-lsssaaa @touchmyanarchicblogs @z0mbi3dl @suyaaachin @fairyflorasworld @stellarnathy @kensqueent @gigiiiiislife @mncxbe @gustomagkalatnimicadito @yuminako @girlincrimson @haitanibros0007

IT WORKED!!!

[imcheshire]

Sleepy

Fluff//Multiple characters//Wc: 0.3k

Your head lies on his soft chest, lightheaded as your mind drifts between reality and dreamland.

A few hours ago, he laid down on your bed, playing video games with his friends. You soon, after a warm shower, joined him, lying on top of him. Since then, you didn’t really move, being comfortable, becoming sleepier with every passing second.

Now, you’re bathing in his scent, coming from his hoodie—which is of course yours too—, and from him too. It smells like home. It calms you.

You are listening to his heartbeat and those occasional comments he makes about the game or the others. There are some funny ones. They make you laugh as you draw circles on his arm. With every circle, your pace slows, then fully stops for a second as you yawn.

“You sleepy, babe?” He asks with a tender voice.

“Mhm.” You reply, nuzzling closer to him, if that’s even possible.

“You know you can fall asleep, right? You don’t have to stay awake, we will be playing for another hour at least.”

“But I want to be with you.” You mumble, barely coherent.

“I’ll be here all night long and in the morning.” Then there is a pause. “And all day too; we live together, my love.”

“I know, but-“ You start.

“No buts, go to sleep.” He interrupts, leaving no room for argument.

Some time passes before another round ends. You are barely awake by now, holding onto that small ounce of energy you have left.

Then you feel as he slowly starts playing with your silky hair. He makes the most of the time between two rounds.

It feels nice. Comforting.

Slowly, you fall deeper and deeper into the realm of dreams. By the start of the next round, you are sound asleep in your boyfriend’s arms.

Haikyuu Suga, Tanaka, Noya, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, Tsukki, Kuroo, Kenma, Yaku, Lev, Atsumu, Osamu, Sunarin, Kita (when the boys pursue him lol) Blue lock Bachira, Isagi, Kunigami, Nagi, Reo, Sae MHA Bakugou, Deku, Shoto, Kirishima, Kaminari JJK Yuji, Megumi, Yuta + your favs<3

These are the characters that I see fit for my story. Ofc this is my opinion only. I did not watch all the animes to know them well, so some are based on vibes, only.

[animatedrapture]

please come back rin misses you a lot

rin needs to understand i need like 80rr more i just want plat please

[kitasgloves]

— ♬ NSFW

Thinking about SUNA RINTARO who loves to film you whenever you two would fuck. He's so obsessed with how absolutely hot you looked all ruined, fucked out, and your eyes rolling back.

He has a secret album in his phone filled with videos and photos of you that were beyond pornographic. He's got a photo of you with your tongue out and his cum dripping down from your mouth to your chin. A video of you while he fucked you from behind. And a short homemade porn of him drilling his cock into you in various positions. This man is absurd because when his phone storage is full he'd transfer all of the porn to a secret flashdrive.

Who needs porn when he has your porn to jerk himself off to when you're away. That's what he'd say.

You're aware with his addiction of pulling his phone out during sex, it made your heart swell and sometimes you'd encourage him. But oftentimes you want him to put the goddamn phone down and focus on you.

"Hah, hnngh, fuck, Rin!"

You let out a high pitched moan as he hits your favorite spot. You're on your back lying on the mattress while Suna pounds slowly into you with his phone on hand. His flash was on and his eyes fixated on you going crossed-eyed on the screen.

"What a fucking slut"

He'd whisper lowly, catching it on video. You wanted this moment to be intimate because he's been away for two weeks in his training, you wanted a sentimental moment now he's back.

"Rintaro..."

You'd call out his name breathlessly and he's hypnotized like a sailor listening to a siren. He looks at you, not through his phone. You reach to lower down his phone.

"No phone please"

You said softly making him gulp. It was unfair how you looked both hot and cute at the same time.

"Focus on me, baby. Please I need you"

When you pleaded while wrapping your legs around his hips before pulling him close, Suna almost busts a nut. In a heartbeat, he stops recording throws his phone on the foot of the bed and places his hand on your hips before thrusting in brutally.

"Rintaro!"

You squealed. Suna leans close, scattering bites and kissing all over your skin as he fucks you tenderly. You never fail to make him submit to you. As he brings you into your orgasm he follows behind, thrusting into you a couple of times before finishing inside. You reach him to kiss him in the forehead.

"Thank you, darling"

And Suna blushes. He's so down bad that he brings you into another round, and another, until it lasts for the entire night. All without recording anything on his phone. Oh well, he's got it saved in his brain anyway.

SUNARIN THE MAN THAT YOU ARE–

[iuspired]

confessions - suna rintarou

about: DEFINITELY ooc but we don’t talk about that 😙 just you nd ur bsf sunarin catching up as per usual with tea to spill from the past 😝 we love to see it!

a/n: i wrote this awhile ago actually🫣 im fully done w finals………. idk what to think im so scared for the future. also trying diff formats and will actually work on my navi post during the summer so bare w me lol. anyways thank u for all the love on my last post mwahhh <3

“you know i used to have a crush on you?” you say, in between bites of your food.

you and your childhood best friend, suna rintarou, are at your promised monthly hangout, which ended up only being every couple months because your universities were far away from each other, so you both settled to meet up whenever your breaks overlapped. but it didn’t matter to you either way because you texted each other almost every other day. whether it was a tiktok link or an 8 ball.

“you used to what?” he replies, mouth agape as he sets his chopsticks down.

“i mean, it wasn’t a huge crush,” you say, … “maybe i was gaslighting myself but we were really close back then y’know?”

“oh? why didn’t you ask me out then?”

“mmm not sure. i guess..” you think about it. it was probably because starting high school, girls were all over him. it was also probably because those same girls would come up to you. passive aggressively ask if you were his girlfriend. you’d reply with a lighthearted laugh, “noo! we’re just close friends. he’s all yours if you want him.” maybe it was because he wouldn’t reciprocate any of the interest and love he received. he always replied, saying something along the lines of ‘oh i’m focusing on school” or just a simple, “i’m not interested”

it was mostly though, because you thought he’d reject you if you initiated something. and not wanting to ruin the relationship you had already built throughout the years, you suppress your feelings.

“you guess?”

“fear of rejection?” you laugh nervously.

“you think i would’ve rejected you?” he asks. he tilts his head, raising his eyebrows, giving you a look as if you were supposed to know.

“you had no interest for anyone so… i mean. i-” you stammer. fuck, why did i even bring this up?!

“well, believe it or not, i too, had a crush on my bestfriend.”

and just like that, you almost spit out your drink. “sorry, you- you liked me?”

“and that’s so surprising because?” he questions.

he really cannot wrap his head around this, huh. “you turned everyone and their mother down? mr. i’m too focused on school and i’m not interested? i could only assume that i was not wanted.”

“but did i ever directly say that to you?”

“no, but you wouldn’t need to. i listened when you rejected their advances, i can take a hint y’know.”

he sighed. “if you had asked me out back then, my answer would be different.”

“really?” you ask.

“really.”

you raise your eyebrows as you sip your drink.

“don’t believe me? you can try me now.” he smirks, flashing the smile you had fallen for back then, and you almost fold right then and there. though despite his confident demeanor, the slight rosy tint on his cheeks gives his nervousness away.

“oh? it’s almost as if you want me to ask you out.”

he playfully rolls his eyes. “okay, so maybe i do, but only if you want to..”

you do your best to suppress a smile as your cheeks turn into the same rosy color.

“here goes. ahem.. i uh-” your mind goes blank.

“wait so.. how do you ask someone out?”

“well, i’ve never asked someone out before because they always ask me” he winks.

you playfully roll your eyes.

“don’t overthink it. it’s just me right?”

you almost forgot. it’s just rin. the same rin who’s always there for you. but this is different.

“right.. i say this in almost all your birthday cards but you’re truly my rock in life, and i reaally want to be yours, and maybe more so.. may i be your girlfriend, suna rintarou?”

“well, if you insist i guess,” he shrugs.

“wooooww.. i see how it is” you say, crossing your arms teasingly.

“r-rin..” he catches you off-guard as he takes your hand in his.

“yeess?” he grins.

you remove your hands, immediately missing the warmth from his hands.

“first date jitters?” he chuckles.

“this is our first date?”

“technically, i guess, but-“

“no way this is our official first date. i’m wearing sweats!” you exclaim, looking down at what you’re wearing.

“i don’t see an issue, you always look pretty in anything you wear.”

“th- thanks,” you blurt out. well that’s new.

but it’s something you could deeefinitely get used to.

[causenessus]

💍 + 🩷 + SUNARIN !

see you at the altar. | suna r.

ree. i love you. thank u for this.

suna x f!reader

written in 2nd pov bc i wanted to (ahem. self shipping/projecting a little bit. just maybe.)

prompts from 1k followers event: 💍 -> wedding & 🩷 -> "can i come in?"

"so love me with reservations to every restaurant. walk me down your street pretending we're the only ones <3" from only ones by ruru

word count: 1.3k words

notes: fluff <333 and a little bit of flirting/sexual jokes, mentions of the garter toss so there's your warning. IT'S YOUR WEDDING DAY!!

you try to push down the feeling of anxiety in your chest, sucking in a breath as hitoka tightens your dress from behind.

“you look gorgeous,” your friend says, smiling at you in the mirror you're both facing.

“i look gorgeous in the dress you made,” you respond, returning the smile. “thank you so much, hitoka. you helped me plan everything out on top of making this dress, and i still can’t believe you’re letting me model and wear it in the first place. do you know how many girls would kill to be wearing something like this?”

hitoka only laughs, shaking her head as she tries to deny the compliment. “it really wasn’t a big deal. i’m just doing my job as your maid of honor and best friend. i want to support you in every way. do you need anything else?” she asks as she steps away, giving you one final lookover. she steps forward to fix the angle of one of the roses braided into your hair before stepping back with a smile, admiring her handiwork.

“will you go check on the rest of the bridesmaids? i know i kicked them out just now because the jitters were getting to me, but i still want to make sure they’re doing okay,” you ask, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“of course!” hitoka responds, making her way to the door, “i’ll be right–”

when she stops talking, you turn towards her with a quizzical look. “everything alright, hitoka?”

“oh, more than alright,” the blonde says, turning back towards you with the biggest smile on her face. “you have a visitor!” she exclaims with a giggle before quickly stepping through the doorway and shutting the door.

“well then why did you close the door…?” you say, although you know hitoka’s already walked away from the door and can’t hear you anymore. you approach the door, moving to open it when a knock against it makes you freeze.

“y/n?” the voice on the other side of the door is slightly muffled, but you could recognize that voice anywhere.

your heart rate spikes just at his voice, “rin?”

“yeah. can i come in?”

you almost want to say yes, and you can’t stop the lovesick smile that makes its way onto your face before you respond, “no, you can’t.”

you can already imagine what he looks like, standing on the other side of the door in his suit; the way his hand is already hovering over the handle, and how his brows furrow at your response, “why not?” he asks.

you can’t help but laugh, leaning your back against the door, “because it’s bad luck for us to see each other before the wedding, silly. that’s like the oldest wives tale alive.”

maybe he hears you press your back to the door because you hear a thump, and you mirror each other without even knowing it as you both slide down the floor. you're probably getting your dress dirty, but you can’t find it in you to care. when you're with him, he’s all you need.

“that’s stupid,” he sighs, “why do we even believe in that? maybe someone made that up just to make people suffer more.”

“you’re not going to suffer,” you reply, wishing you could see him or hold his hand. “we’ll see each other soon and it’ll all be worth it. it’s like we’re building up to see each other. i can’t wait to see you in your suit, standing there, waiting for me...” you trail off, closing your eyes and imagining the entire ceremony. a feeling of thrill encases you at the realization: this entire day is for you both. everything is for you and him. to celebrate coming together forever. “will you cry when you see me?” you ask, your curiosity getting the best of you. you're not even sure what his answer will be. neither of you cried very often, and you weren’t sure if it’d be more heartfelt to see a big smile on his face or tears in his eyes.

“yeah,” he answers immediately, causing you to open your eyes in surprise.

“really?” you ask, beginning to play with the trim of your dress.

“definitely. and i told atsumu if i don’t cry immediately he gets to punch me in the face but i’m pretty sure just seeing you when those doors open will be enough,” he explains. “i guess you’re right about that superstition– now i’m really excited to see you in your dress.”

you laugh at his initial statement, “why would you tell him to punch you in the face? then i’ll have to take care of your bloody nose.”

“who said i didn’t want that?” you can hear the smile in his voice, “if i don’t cry the moment i see my wife, then i deserve a broken nose. and maybe that’ll make me cry.”

your heart skips a beat at the word. you’ll officially be his wife in a few hours, and he’ll be your husband. you sigh, “i guess i should have expected something like this from you and the twins. i’m glad they could both make it.”

he hums in thought, “i think they heard you mention the garter toss and decided that this was the most important event of their lives.”

your face warms at the thought. it had been your initial idea, surprising even rintarou, but he had supported you nonetheless (“it won’t be the first time we’ve done something like that,” he’d said in a teasing voice that made your knees weak). you’d been slightly worried about it; having him under your dress, surrounded by all of your friends while his teeth were dragging a flimsy piece of lace down your thigh would definitely be a moment worth remembering.

“what’s wrong? cat got your tongue?” he gibes. “are you still up for the toss? we can always say we don’t wanna do it anymore.”

“no no it’s fine,” you put your head in your hands before sitting back up straight, knowing hitoka will scold you if you messes up your hair or makeup. “i just kinda forgot about it with everything else going on today. i’m a little nervous for it, but i’m excited.”

you hear him laugh and you know your face is red, aware of how wrong it sounds. “i never realized you enjoyed that kind of stuff so much,” he continues to poke fun at you. “i’ll make sure to tease you when we’re out more often. especially when you wear that cute skirt of yours.”

“rin!” you scold, unable to keep quiet anymore, “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“oh? what did you mean then?” he eggs you on. you can’t find a proper excuse or response. the only way that sentence could be interpreted in this context was “i’m excited to have you under my dress” but you didn’t want to say that. he laughs again, “do you just like it when i’m between your legs?”

you whine out of embarrassment, standing up and dusting off the back of your dress as best as you can, “i can’t believe you, rin.”

“you must really love me if i can have this kind of effect on you just with my voice,” he responds, and you hear him stand up too.

“well, i am marrying you after all,” you sigh, trying to look yourself over in the mirror on the wall to your right.

“i’m a lucky man,” he says. “i love you, y/n. i’ll see you soon.”

“see you at the altar, rin,” you smile, pressing a hand to the door separating you both. maybe you're making it up in your head, but you think you can feel his hand against the door as well. if the wooden barrier wasn’t there, you'd intertwine hands. you’d see him in his suit, and he’d see you in your dress. that would be your reality soon enough, anyway.

“i love you so much, suna rintarou.”

[svnarin]

⊹˚₊‧ fifteen (15) bf!kita shinsuke headcanons

ps! this is just yet another repost from my old blog! reposting it here because this one’s one of my personal faves :>

bf!kita shinsuke who immediately introduced you to his grandma the moment the two of you officially became a couple.

bf!kita shinsuke who may seem cold to everyone but will look at you with adoring eyes and the sweetest smile on his face. even his juniors during high school, like suna rintarou, noticed it when he met the two of you together for the very first time. 

bf!kita shinsuke who likes inviting you to any family outing and their house whenever there is a family occasion. he always makes sure that you feel loved by his whole family and makes you feel that you are a part of their family.

bf!kita shinsuke who got a little embarrassed at first when he saw that his grandma showed you his pictures when he was just a little kid, but the moment he saw how you fell in love with the pictures, he didn’t hesitate to say yes when you asked if you could have one of those.

bf!kita shinsuke who always makes sure that he has clothes in their home that you can wear whenever you spend the night at their home. some of the clothes such as shirts or sweaters are his while some are hand-me-downs from family members.

bf!kita shinsuke who will cook your favorite meals, even if you don’t ask for it, whenever you come by to their home. and if he’s gonna run into errands after cooking your favorite meal, he always makes sure to leave you some lovely notes alongside it.

bf!kita shinsuke who started planting and growing some flowers because he wants to give you a bouquet of flowers that he personally grew for you.

bf!kita shinsuke who likes to bring you fruits and homemade snacks during breaks, and the snacks that he gives you are always on the next level and nutritious. he would even stick some cute notes on them. 

bf!kita shinsuke who likes buying little trinkets because they remind him of you. he would display some of those around his bedroom and he will give the others to you.

bf!kita shinsuke who always makes sure that he’s not hurting you through his bluntness. he now often uses the time to think about what he’s going to say next to you to avoid hurting your feelings. 

bf!kita shinsuke who will always immediately go to your place to take care of you the moment he hears that you’re sick or something bad has happened to you. he’s in the middle of work when he learns that you’re sick? you bet he’s already running towards to get his keys, along with some herbal medicines, to drive towards your place.

bf!kita shinsuke who isn’t much of a pda person but enjoys holding your hand in public. in private, he likes hugging you tightly before giving you a kiss on the crown of your head.

bf!kita shinsuke who never misses a day and night of sending you good morning and good night messages. he would even add additional messages such as “don’t overwork yourself today,” “don’t forget to drink some water,” “don’t go to bed too late,” etc. before ending it with an “i love you.”

bf!kita shinsuke who will help you with anything he is capable of. he will help you study for a board exam or prepare for an interview. and if he’s not familiar with something, he will still try his best to help you, such as researching how to do a certain thing, etc. 

bf!kita shinsuke who recently started thinking about and asking his and your relatives what he’s gonna say by the time he’s going to ask for your hand in marriage.

bf!sunarin headcanons

𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | repost, modification, and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited.

[honeekyuu]

take the edge off. [suna rintarou x f!reader] chapter five.

>>You struggle with your weight and body image, but Suna extensively and thoroughly undoes all the damage done by other guys.

or

You haven't gotten laid in over a year, and your best friend takes it upon himself to fix that for you.<<

series status: [complete]

previous. || masterlist.

a/n: welcome to the last installment of this fic!!!! i hope you all enjoyed the fic <3 and i will CERTAINLY be writing for sunarin again, as he is in fact my entire world :')

[feel free to buy me a cup of coffee!]

---------------------------------------

“Where are you going-”

“You have to leave-”

“Y/n, come back -”

“My plans are all ruined!” 

You slide around the bar in the kitchen, barely managing to evade Suna’s grasp. He smacks his hands down on the counter, laughing as he watches you slip and slide across the tile, just out of reach.

“Why are you running!” He yells through his laughter. You just scowl at him.

“I can’t believe you’ve done this, Rin – I had a plan!” You gesture at yourself in exasperation. “I look stupid!”

“I’m a fan, personally,” He says, beaming at you. You make to escape, but he matches you, trapping you behind the bar. You stomp a foot.

“I had everything figured out! I was gonna dress up real pretty and surprise you – I look like someone’s grandmother-”

“Maybe I’m into sexy grandmothers-” He cuts off, barking out a laugh when you cut him a glare.

“I’m leaving you.”

“ Don’t even- ” He reaches across the counter for you, giving up and chasing you through the kitchen when you jump away. “- joke about that, you fuck -”

You scream, making a beeline through the living room and down the hall. You slide into the bathroom, reaching for the door and trying to throw it shut, but Suna just slams a hand on it and pushes his way into the room, trapping you. You scream helplessly, flailing when he catches you around the waist and lifts you off your feet.

“My beautiful lingerie! All of my plans!”

When he laughs in your ear, warm and close, your resolution cracks, and you slump in his arms. He hums, pleased, when you wrap your arms and legs around him and cling tight.

“Did you go out and buy lingerie, baby?”

“Yes.” You scowl, letting him walk you over to the sink to set you down on the edge.

“And you wanted to surprise me with it?”

“Yes,” You say, leaning away to glare up at him. “And now I’m gonna return it all. Jerk.”

“What’s this attitude for, huh?” He clicks his teeth at you, shaking his head with a grin. “You must have really missed me.”

You melt a little when he leans in close, his green eyes flicking between yours and then down to your mouth.

“Right?”

You warm and nod quietly, unable to tear your eyes away. 

“ Right. ”

His lips are wonderfully familiar on yours.

You sigh, cupping his face with both hands and breathing him in. When he sets his hands on your waist, his grip is tight, seeking. He pulls you flush to his chest, tilting his head and slotting himself perfectly against you.

“ Missed you ,” He whispers, nipping lightly at your bottom lip. The cold of his lip ring steals a bit of your breath away.

“ I missed you, too, ” You breathe, sliding your hands down his chest to curl under the hem of his t-shirt. And then you pull away with a grimace. “But you are incredibly airport-dirty.”

He lifts a brow, pushing the palms of his hands against your bare thighs and under your bathrobe. You shiver, and he scans you with a knowing smile. “And you’re so incredibly clean?”

“Of course I am,” You argue, barely holding out. “Don’t you see my stupid outfit? I’m bed-ready.”

“Bed-ready,” He repeats with a nod and a smile that causes molten heat to pool just under your navel. “Can I make you more bed-ready?”

You roll your eyes, tugging at his shirt and pulling it clean over his head. “That was corny.” Your voice shakes, betraying how nervous he makes you, after all this time.

Suna says nothing, just leaning down and pushing his lips hard against yours.

You really did miss him.

“Take this off,” He says, pulling the knot on your robe free and shoving it off of your shoulders. You shed it without a single ounce of resistance, simply too desperate to be close to him.

The cold air makes you shudder, your old camisole and pajama shorts not nearly enough coverage for the air-conditioned apartment. Suna pulls back, scanning you. And then he sighs, lifting his eyes to the ceiling with a pained smile.

“ This is torture ,” He breathes, and his gaze is heated when he meets your eyes again. “You’re torture.”

“You chose me.” You give him a shallow shrug. “You deal with the consequences.”

He grins easily, backing away to turn the shower on. “With pleasure.” He nods at your clothes before reaching for his belt. “Off.”

With only a bit of hesitation, you pull your cami over your head and toss it on the floor. Suna watches with great attention as you hop off the sink and drop your shorts slowly. When you look back, he’s made no move to undress himself, hands stilled on his belt as his gaze locks on the length of your legs, teeth tugging harshly on his lip ring.

“Distracted?” You tease, stepping free of your clothes and reaching for him. He blinks, swallowing hard as you tug on his belt loops.

“I genuinely can’t remember what I was just doing.”

You giggle to yourself, the clink of his belt echoing in the bathroom as you undo his jeans. “Don’t worry,” You breathe, shivering when his cold hands land on the heated skin of your waist. “I remember enough for both of us.”

His jeans and boxers fall to his ankles, and his head falls back when you wrap your hand very carefully around his cock, already half-hard.

“ Fuck, I missed you,” He groans, head leaned on the wall.

You lean up, pressing your lips to his throat and smiling when a quiet moan falls past his lips.

“ Get in the shower, Rintarou ,” You whisper, stroking him once before stepping away from him.

He shudders and stares up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly to regain his bearings.

“Yes, ma’am,” He mumbles, stepping shakily into the glass booth. You follow after, grinning smugly up at him. 

“I think I like when you listen to me.”

He rolls his eyes. “Noted, asshole.”

You giggle together, the moment gentle under the water.

You wash his hair in silence, only sputtering playfully when soap gets in your mouth and laughing into his ear when he drags you close and shoves his shampoo-covered head into your face.

Suna Rintarou makes it as far as combing conditioner through his hair before he stops trying to keep his hands to himself.

You’re scrubbing your body when you feel his fingers dancing across the underside of your breasts.

“Can I help you?” You ask, depositing your loofa back on its hook.

He says nothing, gaze simply tracking the line of soap that falls between your breasts. His eyes flick to yours, green and heated, and it warms something dangerous in you.

He presses you back harshly against the tile, mouth urgent on yours, and you blame the week of  distance for how easily you give in to him.

“Rin,” You whisper, relishing the taste of him after so long apart.

He shivers at the way his name rolls off your tongue, pressed against his.

“ Missed you ,” He mumbles, nudging your thighs apart with his knee. You whimper when he wraps his fingers around the back of your leg, lifting it so he can drag it around his hip. He traps you against the wall, rolling his tongue across yours and moaning in time with you when his cock brushes against your folds.

“ Please, Rin, ” You swallow, latching your fingers into his hair and holding him close.

The sigh he breathes into your mouth when the head of his cock slips past your entrance is depraved, desperate. Your eyes roll into the back of your head when he bottoms out, his hips pressed tight against yours.

Quiet envelops you, only your shared, ragged breaths heard under the rush of water. Suna drops his forehead to your shoulder, and you cling to him, fingers tight in his hair. 

“ I love you ,” He murmurs against your throat, sucking the air clean from your lungs.

“I love you, too,” You croak, gasping when he pulls away to press his forehead to yours and draws his hips back. He snaps them forward, and your stomach lurches with pleasure. “Oh, my God, Rin-”

“I love you.” He’s relentless, surging his hips against yours and slamming you back against the wall. You barely manage to hold his gaze, every nerve ending in your body drawn to him. “I think I’ve been in love with you an embarrassingly long time.” 

You swallow a whimper, digging your nails into his back and watching when he shivers. “I love you, Rintarou. I’m yours.”

“Yeah?” He laughs breathily, eyes searching you. “Promise?”

“‘m not goin’ anywhere, Rin.” Your voice takes on a whiny edge, needy and wanton. “I’ve been yours a long, long time.” 

You keep his eyes on yours, your meaning trapped in the sliver of space between your lips.

That you’ve been his longer than he’d realized. Longer than you’d realized.

That the start of this thing between you had never been the start at all, but the end of something that had been building for longer than either of you had thought.

Suna’s eyes drop to your lips as he sucks in a breath, the next drag of his hips drawing a quiet moan out of you, his mouth brushing against yours as he whispers-

“ Move in with me .”

Your eyes fly open, and the laugh that rips from your throat is full of surprise.

“ What? ” 

His eyes glint with excitement, and he rails his cock into you, pinning your hips to the wall.

“You heard me.”

You throw your head against the wall, laughing gleefully. “You’re fucking insane, Suna Rintarou.”

“Come on, Y/n-” He grunts when your nails scratch against his scalp, cock twitching inside you. “You basically already live here-”

“That’s different-”

“How?” He pants over you, his breath growing shallow and his pace becoming irregular. “What’s so different?”

“You really want to have this conversation right now-”

He grips your face, squeezing your cheeks between his fingers, and you fall for him that much more.

“I already have you,” He breathes, eyes glazing over briefly when he drives his cock into you. “I have your clothes in my closet-”

You shudder at the force he’s using, the coil in your navel forming urgently and all at once.

“-I have your shit all over my apartment -”

You think of everything you have here – your paperwork on his dining table, your groceries in his fridge – and realize he’s right.

“-I have you in my bed every night, Y/n,” He gasps when you clench around him, your name coming out in a desperate groan. “I want you here. I want you everywhere. I told you.” 

“ Rin ,” You cry, pulling him close and burying your face in his neck. “Rin, I-”

“Move in with me. Let’s make it official.” He breathes it into your ear, shaky and vulnerable, and you’re dragged to the very edge of oblivion. His hands slide up your spine, drawing you up into him as he whispers against your skin. 

“ Come for me, baby .” 

Oblivion feels a lot like Suna Rintarou.

When you finally come down, minutes later, the shower’s starting to run cold. Suna’s forehead rests against yours, breath mingling in ragged gasps in the space between you. You realize when his shoulders sag with relief that he’d come soon after you had, warm and familiar inside you.

You reach up, cupping his face and bringing him in for a kiss. He smiles against you.

“ Is that a yes? ” He murmurs into your mouth, breathing out a laugh when you nip at his lip ring.

Suna Rintarou has always made everything so easy.

“I suppose it is,” You beam up at him. “I guess I can start using my old rent money to buy more lingerie.”

His smile feels like home.

“Oh, yes,” He nods, reaching back blindly to shut the water off. “Yes, I think I like this idea.”

“Wait-” You laugh, letting him drag you out of the shower. “We’re not done showering-”

He hoists you up with little issue, carrying you down the hall to the bedroom. 

“We’re gonna need another one in a few hours, anyway.”

It becomes quite apparent over the course of the night that Suna likes the lingerie you picked out for him very much . 

–

A week later, you and Osamu close the shop for the entire day in order to set up for Haru’s party. The boy in question tries very hard to help with the organization, but you lock him out just as he’s arriving. He stands at the door like a creep while the two of you and Mayuri run around putting up streamers and decorating tables.

Finally, it’s Osamu who has the bright idea to send Mayuri out there with him.

“Just keep him busy, I’m beggin’ here,” The twin says, ushering the girl out the back entrance so that Haru doesn’t try to elbow his way in through the front. She flushes, and you’re quick to meet Osamu’s eyes, the two of you nothing more than a couple of nosy aunties at heart.

You watch as Mayuri appears behind Haru and awkwardly beckons him out to the street, but it’s Haru’s nervous blush that has you and Osamu scheming about how to get them to admit their feelings almost an hour after they’re gone.

“We could always just lock them in the storage room,” He suggests eventually, and you laugh while unloading bottles of champagne at a table by the window.

“I’m pretty sure that’s considered employer harassment, Samu.”

“Damn.” He shakes his head. “These labor laws are gonna keep them from their happy ending, I swear.”

You cackle, moving to the storage room to find the boxes of champagne flutes he’d ordered. “We should leave them be. They’ll figure it out in their own time.”

“ Ew- ” He calls from the other side of the wall. “ What have you done with my scheming Y/n?”

“She found love and companionship?” You try, digging through packages absentmindedly.

“ Ew! ” 

“Now, now, Samu – be nice or I’ll tell Y/n all of the disgusting, lovesick things you’ve ever said about Yachi. ”

You perk up, Suna’s voice drawing you in like a moth to a flame. 

He’s standing at the front door, fending off Osamu’s attack of streamer rolls and party cups.

“Rin,” You breathe, flushing warmly. 

He winks, immediately hit in the side of the head by a rolled up tablecloth. Osamu laughs, reaching for more projectiles while evading the swing Suna’s aimed at him.

“What are you even doing here? Don’t you have a job?”

“I took the afternoon off to help you fucks set up for the party, but instead I find myself being attacked-” He catches Osamu around the neck, and the two almost knock over a few tables on their way to the ground.

You type out a quick text before moving to stack champagne flutes calmly on the other side of the room.

[1:35 PM]

You : our boyfriends are brawling in the store and ruining all the decor

Hitoka : on it

It’s mere moments before the bell above the door is jingling, a tiny blonde there with one hand on her hip and a fiery look in her eye.

“Miya Osamu.”

Osamu rolls off of Suna with the speed of a former athlete, standing at attention. “Hi, babe.” He smiles breathlessly, reaching up to fix his clothes and hair. 

Yachi smiles dangerously back at him. “Are you letting Y/n do all the work for the party?”

He swallows, shaking his head. Suna stands lazily behind him, snickering.

“ Someone’s obedient. ”

You call out from the table without turning back, a smile tugging at your lips as you stack flutes. “Rintarou-”

He’s at your side in an instant. “Hello, my sweet, lovely, perfect girlfriend. How can I help?”

You hand him a pack of tablecloths without a single word, and he rushes off to work. Yachi has Osamu doing the same on the other side of the shop, and you join her at the door with a side hug.

“Thanks for the backup,” You shoot her a stage-whisper, and she giggles back.

“I like being in charge of tall men. They’re afraid of us.”

The boys each groan in despair but continue to decorate nonetheless.

–

The shop is ready a few hours later, catered food set out along the wall and the cafe tables converted into standing cocktail tables. You and Osamu man your individual bars, thankful for the bartending elective you’d taken together in college.

The Black Jackals all pile through the door together, bringing with them some of their own friends. Their manager and coach come, too, smiling at the tasteful MSBY merchandise hanging around the shop.

Under yours and Osamu’s constant updates, Mayuri ensures she and Haru are the last through the door, everyone cheering and clapping for the new MSBY hire as he blushes a deep scarlet. Mayuri starts to move away from him so that the floor is all his, but Haru’s quick to latch onto her hand, dragging her back to him with a shy flick of his eyes to hers.

You meet Osamu’s eyes across the room, and he just nods in approval. Suna materializes behind the bar with you, one hand on your waist.

“He’s really growing up.”

You smile at the pair, watching Haru pull Mayuri around the room with him while he greets people. You remember the day he interviewed for you, freshly 18 and a nervous bounce in his knee. He’s not all that different now. “He’s still a kid, though, don’t you think?”

“Aren’t we all?”

You hum fondly, attention caught by the flash of orange that’s bounding up to the bar.

“Hey, Heartbreaker,” Hinata says, smiling sweetly down at you and leaning across the counter for a hug.

“Shou,” You greet him, squeezing him before pulling back. “Want something to drink?”

“Well,” He laughs. “I was going to ask for a cocktail, but I think I’ll just pour myself some champagne over there.” He gestures back toward the table you’d set up earlier. You blink, confused, and the ginger is glancing with amusement over your shoulder.

You look back, finding Suna leaning conspicuously against the wall and scrolling on his phone. He glances suspiciously at you and then at Hinata, clearly trying not to seem like a possessive boyfriend.

You laugh, rolling your eyes and turning back to your friend. “He’s a grown man, Shou – I promise he’ll be fine.” You take his order and get to making his drink, Hinata walking up and down the bar with you to make conversation.

“Are you upset that we’re stealing Haru from you?”

“Why? You got another part-timer I can hire?”

“Well, uh – I do know someone moving here soon to finish up school.” His flush is bright like his hair, and it gives you pause.

“ Who ?” You ask, a smile tugging at your lips knowingly.

Hinata rolls his eyes. “You know who. There’s a team that wants him, but the coach wants him to get his degree first.”

You furrow a brow. “I’ve never heard of that happening before.”

He nods, taking the drink from you with a smile. “It’s rare, but it happens sometimes. He’s not too happy about it, but…”

“But…” Your smile is back. “I’m guessing his choice of school had a little something to do with one of the current Black Jackals?”

Hinata sips nervously from his drink. “Somethin’ like that.”

You nod, wiping down the bar with feigned disinterest. “And I’m guessing he wouldn’t mind a part-time job across from their home gym?”

The ginger swallows, staring down into his cup as he murmurs again. “ Somethin’ like that .”

You beam at him. “Send him our application.”

He wanders off not long after that, mumbling ‘ Later, Heartbreaker ’ as he goes.

Suna’s at your side instantly. “What was that about?”

You nudge him, leaning up to plant a kiss on his cheek. “That, my sweet, jealous boy-” You grin when he scowls. “-was about Kageyama Tobio.”

Realization dawns on him, and he breathes out a sigh. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” You laugh. “ Oh . Dumbass.”

He flushes in that way you love so much and gestures across the room to where the twins are bickering at the other bar. “I feel that I am suddenly needed in that general area…”

“Oh, I’m sure,” You laugh, full of endearment as you watch him go.

Your moment of peace lasts about three minutes, interrupted by a flushed, excited Haru.

“Hey, Boss!” He beams at you, only a little shy when you level him with a fond smile.

“Hi, Haru. Enjoying the party?” Your eyes flick to the death grip he still has on Mayuri, their fingers interlocked now. He doesn’t notice, but she does, her ears burning a bright red. You just smile knowingly and turn back to the oblivious boy between you.

“This is completely insane, Boss – The entire team is here! The manager and coach, too! And a bunch of random people who keep saying hi to me!”

You laugh brightly, making them both a cocktail of your choice and watching as they sip at it with enjoyment. “Welcome to the inner circle, Haru.” You cut a glance to the girl at his side. “You know, everyone gets a plus-one…”

Mayuri warms, and Haru sees it now, but only because she’s starting to slip her hand out of his shyly. He turns to her, holding tight and bringing her back.

“You heard her,” He says, looking Mayuri straight in the eye. She stares up at him, caught off guard, and you turn away, giving them a moment while you wipe some clean glasses dry. 

When you turn back, they’re gone again, hands clasped more naturally between them. You shake your head, grinning to yourself while you wash a few more dishes. 

“That was pretty sweet of you.” 

You glance up at the voice, finding an unfamiliar man on the other end of it. He smiles down at you, handsome in a classy way.

“Aw, it’s nothing,” You smile, waving him off. “They’ve been dancing around each other a while – driving me and my co-owner insane.” 

The man laughs, picking up the makeshift cocktail menus you and Osamu had created for the event. He scans it, humming. “Can I get…” He laughs. “Isn’t it supposed to be called a ‘ Sex on the Beach ’?”

You grin, grabbing bottles for the shop’s spinoff – Sex on the Boardwalk – with very little explanation.

“That one was Atsumu’s idea, unfortunately. It’s got about three more types of alcohol than usual.”

The guy nods understandingly. “I’ve only talked to him a few times, but that seems about right.”

“How’d you meet him?”

“Oh, I’m a friend of Bokuto’s,” He says, shrugging. “He saw me struggling at the gym and decided to take me under his wing.”

You glance at the mountain that is Bokuto Koutarou and nod simply. “I would expect nothing less of him.” You see the look he’s giving you, one of intrigue, so you explain. “I grew up with Atsumu and his brother – my co-owner.”

He hums, thanking you as you slide the drink to him. He winces on the first sip. “That’s painful.”

You point at the glass. “Finish that and you won’t remember having sex on a boardwalk, either.”

His laugh is full, warm.

It’s only when he meets your eyes that you realize there’s an odd glint in them. One you’re not used to seeing so genuinely from someone who’s not Suna.

“So, uh…” He starts, taking another sip. “I hope it’s not too forward, but I was wondering-”

Oh.

“-ou’re single…? Or…” 

You blink, surprised. “Oh.”

He blinks back. “Oh?”

“Oh-” You laugh. “Sorry, shit. You caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting that.”

You’re not sure if you should be laughing at the irony of Suna not hovering behind you for the singular time that he really should be, or if you should be cursing Bokuto for continuing to invite random people to these events.

The guy smiles in disbelief. “I’m sure you get it all the time.”

You stare. “Not… really, no?”

“Really?” He furrows a brow. “You’re beautiful.” 

You smile, warm. “Thank you, that’s really kind of you.”

He hears the meaning in what you don’t say – that you don’t flirt back. “Ah, I see-”

“Yeah, that’s-” You look across the room to Suna, finding that he’s already watching you. His eyes are dark, and you realize belatedly that it had taken too long for you to notice this man’s advances.

You give him a look that you hope conveys your innocence and continue to point him out. “That’s my boyfriend right there.”

He follows your gaze, and you watch the glower Suna’s giving you pass over to this poor, unsuspecting man.

“Oh-” He says, laughing nervously. “Damn. I was kinda hoping it wasn’t the scariest guy in the room.”

“Tough luck on that one,” You grin sheepishly. “Maybe if you finish that drink, you won’t remember this moment.”

He throws back half of the drink good-naturedly and then joins your laughter. “Well, please excuse any overstep I might have made. And please tell him not to beat me up.”

“You’re fine,” You wave him off. “It was good to meet you.”

“You, too,” He smiles politely, and then he nods carefully at Suna, who’s starting to make his way over. “He’s a real lucky guy.”

You warm. “I’ll be sure to let him know.”

Suna’s in the newly emptied spot before you’re done speaking, his eyes burning holes into the man’s back.

“Hi, my sweet, jealous boy.”

Suna’s eyes are sharp when they find yours.

“Was that also about Kageyama Tobio?”

You throw your head back, laughing, and lean toward him with a grin.

“Would you believe me if I said I had absolutely no idea he was flirting until it was too late?”

He watches you for a moment before sighing, dropping his head with a groan.

“Yes, of course I would. I already knew that.”

You beam up at him. “He said you were a very lucky man, Suna Rintarou.”

His eyes glint with something wicked when he looks at you. “Yeah? Want me to show him how lucky?”

You roll your eyes, leaning away to make him a drink, and Suna watches you for a moment.

“He wasn’t rude or anything, right?”

You glance at him with lifted brows. “Not at all, why?”

“Just checking.” He looks away, and you see him meeting Atsumu and Osamu’s eyes across the room. He nods once, and the twins relax, each returning to their respective partners.

You watch with amazement. “Have you three always been that way?”

“You don’t notice much, do you?”

You suppose you don’t.

–

The next day, you linger outside Suna’s shop nervously, holding a bag of Thai food. You tug nervously at the hem of your dress, adjusting it over and over again while you stand there. 

Suna had bought it for you while on his trip –  a deep green thing that’s silky and snug against your body. It complements his eyes, the color. And, although this is technically your first date with him, this dress is not for the date between the two of you. There’s another one tonight, the triple date organized with all your friends.

Still, you want to look good for Suna on your first date. You want him to think you’re pretty in the dress that he bought you. But as you stand there in it, staring at yourself in the reflection of the window, you still can’t decide if you love how it looks on you – because it’s objectively beautiful and suits you well – or if you hate how it looks, because it’s something you’ve never had the confidence to wear before.

You shift back and forth a few more times, staring at your reflection and tugging at the silk. After a moment, your phone buzzes in your clutch.

[12:54 PM]

Sunarin : you gonna keep standing out there, scaredycat?

Sunarin : or are you gonna let me see you properly

You look at the window in a panic, seeing through it for the first time and realizing that Suna’s perched on the edge of the reception desk, watching you with a fond smile. You swallow, storing your phone away and approaching the shop. You push through the door, the jingle of the bell echoing in the silence around you.

Suna had closed out the shop, giving his artists a paid day off on the condition that they’ll stay far away from the place the whole day. As you walk in, you realize why.

He’d cut all the overhead lights, bathing the room in darkness, and had lit just a few candles around his own station. There’s a table near the client’s chair, two glasses set up next to a chilled bottle of white wine.

Suna’s still seated on the reception desk, dressed in classy black slacks with a black button down tucked into them, sleeves rolled past his elbows. His tattoos, piercings, and that little bracelet of yours all stand out on his skin.

“Hi,” You breathe, wobbling once in your heels as you make your way to him.

“Hi, beautiful.” His eyes trail down the length of your dress, twinkling with amazement. “You look…” 

You smooth out the silk again nervously. “Is it okay?”

“Okay…?” He breathes out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”

You warm, holding out the bag of food. “I’m a little scared we’re gonna get food on our clothes.”

He grins, setting it on the desk. “Luckily, you have a boyfriend who thinks of everything.”

“Do I?” You joke, looking around. “Is he here with us?”

Suna just takes your hand, leading you to his office. There are a couple pairs of sweats and some t-shirts on his couch, things that you know he wouldn’t mind getting dirty. You stare down at them, impressed. And then you look down at yourself.

“I won’t lie to you – I’m not sure I’ll be able to get this back on if I take it off right now.”

He just rolls his eyes and helps you undress, hanging the dress carefully behind the door before following suit. You kick off the heels and pull on his spare clothes, careful not to mess up your hair or makeup. 

Suna looks at you just as he had when you’d walked in.

“What?” You laugh, eyeing him.

“Nothing,” He starts, shaking his head. “Just wondering how you’re still the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, shut up,” You roll your eyes with a giddy smile. “Are you gonna tattoo me or not?”

That catches his attention, and he throws his own shirt on haphazardly before dragging you out to his station. You settle in while he grabs the food and brings it back, setting it up and dropping a container of food down into your lap.

“I thought it would be good if you watched me do mine first, so you know what to expect,” He starts, taking a seat and wheeling to his cart of ink and needles. “But that means you’re on lunch duty.”

“Is that right?” You laugh, uncapping the plate in your lap and preparing a spoonful of curry for him. “Better get started then. I’ve got my job down perfectly.” You spoon it into his mouth, but a bit falls to his knee. He just glares up at you while you eye him sheepishly. 

“Yeah. Real perfect.”

You laugh, settling in to watch him do what he does every day.

You eat quietly while he lays the stencil of the Inarizaki fox over a blank spot on his inner wrist. It’s a very simple line tattoo – he hadn’t wanted to do anything complicated for your first, so it’s very much just a small sketch of a fox, similar to the one he’d done on that napkin at the convention.

“Shouldn’t take more than an hour each,” He mumbles, peering at the stencil in the reflection of a nearby mirror, making sure it’s lined up where he wants it. “Should also hurt less, since there’s no shading or extended time under the needle.”

You nod, feeding him carefully as he draws his tools out and gets to work.

It’s amazing, watching him get lost in his own art.

He’d always been good at it, always talented. But you’d only really witnessed a handful of times when he would bow his head and refuse to come up for air, too focused on what he’s doing to speak more than a few words. He glances up every few moments, but only to look at the mirror, only to check his own work.

He’s done with his own tattoo in just over 20 minutes. 

You stare down at the ink, freshly etched and surrounded by a thin layer of red, the irritation in his skin minimal after years of practice.

“How’s that?” He asks, staring down at it directly and then again in the mirror.

“That’s so cool,” You whisper, leaning toward it. “You just created that from nothing.” When he doesn’t respond, you glance up, finding a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. “You created something that’ll be on your skin forever.”

He smiles down at you, genuine and small. “I s’pose so.” He looks you over, looks at the twinkle in your eye. “Still wanna do this?”

You laugh, nodding. “Of course I do. I want you to create something for me, too.”

He rolls his eyes, cheeks warm, and leans forward to plant a kiss on your head as he stands to clean up. “Let’s finish eating first.”

You watch him wrap his tattoo carefully, a small square of plastic taped meticulously around his wrist. And then he settles back next to you, sighing as you feed him. He reaches for the two wine glasses, pouring small portions. 

“Just a little. ‘s not good to drink before getting tattooed.”

You nod, only taking a few sips before setting it down. “Have you wanted to tattoo me a long time?”

He smiles, breathing out a laugh as he eats. “Since college.”

“Really? You never told me.”

He shrugs. “Figured if you wanted one, you’d come to me.”

You smile teasingly. “What if I’d gone to someone else?”

He narrows his eyes at you. “You would never. That’s against the rules.”

You laugh, combing your fingers through his hair.

“I’d never thought about getting one before you brought it up.” You prod carefully at his lip ring and the multitude of ear piercings. “I’ve never thought about getting any of this done.”

“Why?”

“I dunno,” You shrug. “I always thought those were things that would look bad on me. Because they only look good on pretty people.”

He lifts a brow. “Seriously?”

“Well, yeah-” You gesture to him. “-I always had the evidence right next to me.”

“I think you’d look great with piercings,” He argues. “You’d look really hot with a nose piercing.” He straightens and claps his hands. “Let me pierce you.”

You laugh, pushing him away. “Maybe for our second date-” You level him with a stern look when he starts to get excited. “ Maybe , Rintarou.”

“Alright, alright,” He sighs, giving in. And then he looks you over, glancing behind him at the second stencil. “Shall we?”

A shock of nerves runs through you, but you’re more excited than anything else. Excited to have Suna’s art on your body, proud that everyone will see it.

“I’m ready.”

He cleans up lunch while you examine your body, trying to decide where to get it.

“And I can’t get it on my wrist, too?”

“ No ,” He calls from the back. “ It’ll hurt too much. ”

“But you got it on your wrist!”

“ One of us has twenty-two tattoos, my love, and it’s not you. ”

“Hm,” You respond stubbornly, examining other places. “What about here?” You ask when he returns. You point at your left forearm, just under your elbow.

Suna hums, weighing the decision. “I suppose that’s not the worst spot.”

You beam up at him. “I’ve decided.”

“I think it’s me who decided.”

“ We’ve decided.”

Suna just laughs, settling down into the chair with the stencil. “Okay, baby – we decided. Hold out your arm.”

You watch him work, careful and quiet like he’d been with his own. He lays the stencil flat, spreading the little fox drawing over your forearm before pulling away so you can see. You investigate the little purple sketch, loving how it looks on you already.

“Perfect,” You breathe, smiling lovingly down at him. He grins back before turning to his station. He sets up a needle, testing it quickly before turning back to you. 

“It’s gonna hurt, so just tell me when you want to take a break, okay? Breaks are completely normal.”

“You didn’t take any breaks,” You argue.

“Do you want to count my tattoos, babe?” He smiles innocently when you scowl at him, and then he bows his head low, eyes serious.

It’s not the worst pain you’ve ever experienced, but you ask for a break after five minutes. You sigh when the buzz of the needle quiets.

“That was pretty good – look how much I got done.” 

You stare down at the half-done fox on your arm, seeing that he’d gotten a large portion of the outside drawn. There’s significantly more red skin than he’d had, but you know he’ll just obnoxiously start counting his many tattoos if you point it out.

“Feelin’ alright?” He asks, gauging your pain levels by the pinch of your brows. You nod, staring down at the half-purple fox. That tinge of excitement is back – the one that’s ready to show the world how much of a mark Suna Rintarou has left on your life.

“I’m ready to start again.”

Suna smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek before bowing his head again.

You end up taking just one more break, ten minutes later, and then – before you realize it – he’s pressing cold plastic against your arm, wrapping the tattoo with care.

“Not so bad, huh?” He asks, taping it down gently. You lift your arm to your face, examining the black ink in your skin. 

You beam up at him, overwhelmed by the permanence of it. “It’s so pretty.”

Suna blinks down at you, surprised. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Will you do more?”

He laughs, nodding. “Of course I will. I’ll do anything you want.”

You pass a finger over the plastic, noting that it doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. When you glance up at him again, you take him in properly – this man with his striking piercings and countless tattoos, years of dedication to his work present on his own body.

Present on your body, now, too.

You look him over, suddenly entranced by him. 

“Anything?”

He narrows his eyes, looking you over with suspicion. “...Yes?”

You glance toward the shop windows, deciding that they’re simply too close. You stand from the chair, taking him by the hand and leading him to his office.

It’s only when you shut the door that he speaks again.

“Why do I get the feeling that this has nothing to do with the tattoo?”

You walk him to the couch and promptly shove at his chest, watching him fall to the cushion with a light ‘ oof ’.

“It has everything to do with the tattoo.”

And then you drop to your knees in front of him.

Suna’s eyes go wide, and he sits up a bit straighter. “Y/n-”

“Can I thank you? For the tattoo?” You spread your fingers out over his thighs, sliding them carefully toward his hips.

He swallows, watching the path you take. “Would this be a really bad time to tell you that this was one of my college fantasies, too…?”

You stop short, staring up at him with parted lips. “Really?”

“I had a very active imagination in college.”

You laugh in disbelief, the sound growing into something much larger as you lean your head on his knee. “You’re insane-”

“Is the moment gone? Have I lost my chance?” He’s clearly joking, but you can hear the slight disappointment in his tone, so you shake your head.

“Never.” You hook your fingers into his waistband. “Now take these off before I lose my nerve.”

“ Yes, ma’am ,” He breathes, lifting his hips. You smile up at him.

“So obedient lately.”

“I’ve always been obedient – you’re just oblivious.” He laughs nervously, but you hear the truth in it once more. That he’d always been beside you, always been yours – just as you’d always been his.

You only get his sweats down to his knees, losing your patience. 

Sitting up, you take his cock in your hand, stroking gently while Suna lets his head fall back against the couch.

“ Shit ,” He breathes, laughing quietly. “I’m never gonna get used to this.”

“Good,” You laugh, leaning forward and licking a slow stripe up the shaft. “I like you like this.” You take the head of it into your mouth, sucking carefully. Suna moans loudly, tangling his fingers in your hair and gripping tight at the back of your head.

You bring him close to the edge just like that, taking him slowly to the back of your throat before pulling off, your hands stroking the rest of him with ease. He twitches and groans under you, the muscles in his arm straining as he holds the back of your head. Your name falls from his lips repeatedly, a breathy whisper for some and a needy moan for others.

Finally, he tightens his hold on your hair and pulls you off of him with a shaky groan. You blink up at him, teary-eyed, and give him a noise of confusion. He heaves out a sigh, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I don’t wanna come in your mouth,” He breathes heavily, eyes screwed shut. “I’ll mess up your makeup.”

You smile fondly up at him, already feeling your mascara smear on your cheeks. “I think it’s a little late for that, baby.”

He peers down at you, a choked laugh in his throat when he sees the state of you. “Still. I don’t wanna make it worse.”

You give him a shy grin, already crafting a better way to do this.

“That’s alright,” You say, rising just long enough to shed your sweats and underwear. He watches your panties slide down your thighs with rapt interest. “I have an idea.”

“Yeah?” He smiles, still distracted. “So do I, suddenly.”

When you clamber into his lap, straddling both sides of his thighs, he groans quietly. His hands find your waist, guiding you carefully to him. He lets his fingers find their way back into your hair, tangled and drawing you in for a kiss as you’re sinking down onto him.

“ Fuck, ” He murmurs into your mouth, rocking his hips back and forth. You shiver at the feeling but put your hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“I got it,” You whisper when he blinks up at you in confusion. It turns to surprise in an instant, and his eyes track your expression. 

“You sure?”

You’ve been in this position before, countless times. You’ve occupied his lap more than you’re probably comfortable with, but you’d never once taken control here. You’d always left it in his eager hands, burying your face in his neck and letting him do as he pleased. You’d never been ready to ride him, not really – you’d been worried about too much.

Yet here you are, not a single question lingering in your eyes.

You just smile down at him, nodding as you lift up onto your knees. Suna’s eyelashes flutter when you do.

“Yeah, Rin,” You breathe, sinking back down onto him. A needy whine falls past his lips, his hold on your waist tightening. You beam, overwhelmed with satisfaction that you’re the one to make him like this.

“ I got it .” 

Suna Rintarou doesn’t last long like this, you realize.

His hands shake on your skin, fingers dancing from your waist to your thighs and back without reserve. His eyes are locked tight on yours, lips parted as broken moans build in his throat. His chest heaves with every drop of your thighs back onto his, and your name pushes from his mouth into yours with every desperate kiss.

“ Y/n, I’m -” He breathes after only a few minutes, fingertips digging into your thighs. “ I’m gonna -”

You drop your mouth to his throat, sucking lightly and panting a response into his ear.

“ Thank you for the tattoo, Rin. ”

Suna’s groan echoes off the walls of his office, arms curled tight around you as his back arches up into yours. You feel him twitch and spill into you, and you follow soon after, whining into the crook of his neck as the world goes white.

His fingers are combing gently through your hair and his mouth is pressing careful kisses into your skin when you come back to him. 

“ Hi, beautiful ,” He murmurs against your shoulder, and you lift your head slowly to look down at him.

“Was that okay?” You ask, breathless. He just grins back, eyes crinkling with amusement.

“That was-” He shakes his head, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes while he laughs. “That was the most intense orgasm of my entire life.”

“Really?” You giggle, shifting slightly on top of him and smiling when he tenses.

“I don’t even think I have words to describe what that was like.”

“Good,” You say, leaning down to kiss him. But his hands tighten around you when you move to lean away.

“What time is it?” He asks.

You furrow a brow, straining to glance at the clock on the wall. “3:30.”

“And what time is dinner?”

You turn to look at him with suspicion. “6. Why ?”

He just shoots you a wicked grin. “No reason.”

He’s climbing between your legs before you can even realize he’d flipped you onto your back.

–

When you arrive at the restaurant a few hours later – an upscale spot that Atsumu and Sakusa frequent – your reapplied makeup is still setting and your skin is still warm from making extensive use of Suna’s office couch.

He leads you by the waist into the restaurant, holding you close while the hostess leads you to a private room in the back. Both twins and their partners are already there, making your arrival of 6:03 PM so much more suspicious than it should.

“First date went well, I take it?” Atsumu asks immediately, and you take the seat next to him with a subtle glare.

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“I think he’s talking about your tattoos!” Yachi exclaims, pointing with wonder to the plastic wrapped around both of your arms.

You breathe a laugh, nodding and showing the art to Osamu and Sakusa. Atsumu just sips at his wine, mumbling under his breath.

“Your skin’s glowing, babe. New bronzer?”

You nudge him hard, smiling shyly when Suna catches your eye across the table. He’s talking quietly with Osamu, pointing at different items on the menu, but his eyes stay on yours.

You look away, smiling to yourself, and find both Sakusa and Atsumu staring at you with knowing eyes.

“Oh, shut up,” You grumble, flipping pages in the menu.

The dinner passes with no more mention of it, the six of you enjoying good food and good wine while you talk about upcoming games and different life events.

“So, uhm-” Suna clears his throat finally, tapping a finger almost nervously on the side of his glass. “I have a slight announcement.”

You blink at him, confused. He hadn’t mentioned making any announcements to you.

Atsumu claps obnoxiously. “You’re proposing!”

Your stomach flips dangerously, and you meet Suna’s eyes across the table.

He laughs, shaking his head. “Not yet.”

Your nerves flutter at the implication.

“And when I do propose,” He argues, pointing between Atsumu and his brother. “It’ll be nowhere near the two of you.”

Osamu gives him an irritating wink while Atsumu whines about trustworthiness, but they both sober quickly when Suna clears his throat again.

“Well, we talked about this already- you and me-” He meets your eyes before letting them fall again to his lap. “But I thought it’d be good to uh…”

He reaches into his pocket, extracting a small box. You know now not to expect a ring box – though the thought of eventually getting one makes your heart swell with love – but you don’t expect it to be a flat, rectangular thing.

He passes it across the table to you, and you take it with slightly trembling fingers. 

“We talked about…” You have a feeling you know what this is now, but the weight of the moment makes it almost feel like more than it had before. It feels real, like there’s no room for doubt or concern left anywhere in what you have with him.

Here, at a table full of all your closest friends – at a table with the twins, who had been with you since the very beginning – Suna Rintarou makes it official.

There’s a key inside, attached to a key ring with a charm in the shape of a cup of coffee.

You meet Suna’s eyes, your own prickling slightly with tears.

Yachi smacks Osamu on the shoulder a few times. “Oh, I love this-”

Atsumu leans back toward Sakusa, whispering annoyingly. “ You’re next, fucker. ”

“Rin,” You say, smiling brightly at him. He sighs in relief, rubbing at his brow.

“Is that a yes?”

You laugh. “I already said yes last time.”

“I know but,” He laughs sheepishly to himself. “That wasn’t exactly, uh… a clear-headed agreement.”

You laugh loudly, Osamu’s noise of disgust and Atsumu’s cheerful ‘ Woo! ’ echoing through the room. Yachi comes around the table to tackle you in a tight hug, and Sakusa pours drinks for the group to celebrate.

These people here now – celebrating this milestone of your relationship with Suna Rintarou – are the same who help carry your boxes through the door of his apartment two months from now. The same who stand at your wedding, two years from now (Atsumu stubbornly in a bridesmaid’s dress and Osamu just beside Suna – brothers chosen, not born). The same who bicker quietly outside your hospital room, not too many years after that – Sakusa just inside, crying softly into his sleeve as he stares down at a baby boy named Kiyoomi, a baby boy that has positively no clue he’s about to be raised by six of the most unruly humans to ever meet.

By two parents who, once upon a time, were nothing more than a boy and a girl walking silently to school together.