#soft nights with suna <3

[215-luv]

There was never a time where you felt neglected in the presence of Suna Rintaro. Eversince you started dating, it was always his priority to make sure you’re showered with love and comfort. He wanted to give you the world, he wanted to let you know you deserve more than what you have on your hands.

And everyday, not a single second passing by, he lets you know that by the way he handles you with so much fondness and love.

The fire sets ablaze across the living room. The warmth radiating from it withers away the coldness of the night. The wind blew across the starry night skies. And the moon shone bright as it watches over the world.

Your hands remain cold, though, they were wrapped over a pair of much larger ones. Your body rests against the chest of your boyfriend—who made sure you were draped in warmth as a blanket was over your bodies. The two of you were basked upon comfort, sitting on the floor right infront of the fireplace.

You couldn't help but stare at the fire glistening right before your eyes. The waves of which it moves over at the end its' tips made you feel at ease, lulling you further into interest as you continue to blink at the sight.

"Are you okay?" Suna asks from behind you, releasing a hand from yours as he tucks a strand of your hair over your ear.

"Mhm." You hummed silently, feeling your lids slightly dropping down as sleep was starting to dominate your body system. Suna couldn't help but chuckle at your state.

"Tired?" He murmurs, resting a hand on the back of your neck as he kisses the crown of your head.

You were yet to respond as his arms were already tucked under your knees, while the other on your back, carrying you bridal style. His hold on you was gentle, easy, and caring—as if he's handling something fragile on his arms. He carries you to your shared bedroom with care, making sure to steady his actions so he doesn't accidentally hit you in some places. His footsteps were slow and steady, not giving a single fuck if five minutes had passed and you remained in his arms. It was quite a while, but Suna did not care. He handled you perfectly.

He pushes the door open with his foot, leading to the soft mattress as he gently and carefully places you down, guiding you in a much comfortable position while he drapes the fluffy blanket over to your figure. He tucks your chin with the cloth, smiling in content when he's met with the view of your sleepy eyes.

"Pretty girl." He grins, slightly bending down to land a soft kiss on your forehead. "Sleep tight, princess. I'll clean up the living room first, okay?"

You nodded in understanding, feeling a little drowsy as you could no longer control the way your eyes lids were forcing its' way down to shut close. You softly murmured under your breath. "Be quick please."

Suna chuckles. "I will, don't worry. Just lay there pretty and sleep, alright?"

"M'kay."

"Good girl."

[beebabae]

best friends to lovers with rintarou suna where he unexpectedly asks if you want to go out for a late night drive around the city at the untimely hour of 3am because he knows for an absolute fact that you’re awake as well. 

oh and rintarou thinks it’s fucking hilarious to pull into an empty parking lot, stop his car, recline his seat and say “so, what you tryna do?” with his trance inducing hooded eyes and a shit eating lazy grin. LIKE BITCH WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??? he doesn’t actually want to do anything (yk unless you want to wink wink), he just thinks your reaction is both the funniest and cutest thing ever.

your jaw drops immediately as your soft eyes widen slightly. “the fuck you mean, what am i tryna do?” 

the bozo starts cackling and wheezing like a car engine at your words and expression as he starts up the car’s engine once again.

this man will be the death of you.

✩ sincerely, b. <3

[schelamski]

Things Haikyuu Boys would do in a relationship (pt. 3)

-Kenma, Kageyama, Terushima, Akaashi, Atsumu

Part 1: Sakusa, Kita, Asahi, Hinata, Tendo

Part 2: Nishinoya, Iwaizumi, Suna, Kuroo, Yaku

Part 4: Ushijima, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Bokuto, Osamu

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Kenma Kozume: Late night car rides, blasting music and holding hands.

Kenma is a night owl, so I think to some extend you are too. There is just something intimate about the hours of the night you two spend driving around in his car, listening to some good tunes and holding hands while having a conversation from time to time. When its dark outside and everybody’s asleep you two feel like being the most alive.

Kageyama Tobio: Making eye contact from the opposite sides of the room

Tobio is just as observant to his surroundings when it comes to you as to volleyball. The first thing he will notice when entering a room is your presence. However, the most impressive thing is that he almost never fails to distinct your face in the crowd of fans and supporters of his games, he feels like he is magically drawn to look at you and could make out your face amongst hundreds of faces.

Terushima Yuji: leaning into each other while laughing

He is a funny boy for sure, but it feels even better when you laugh with him. He is even okay with you laughing at him as long as he can feel your shoulder pressing to his and your head falling onto his shoulder, exhausted from all the laughing. Yuji loves the small details he’s able to notice up close like the scratch on your teeth, the small dimples or the gleam in your eyes as you look up to him.

 Akaashi Keji: Forehead kisses

Each time you’re at the receiving end of his forehead kisses you find yourself physically and mentally relaxing. With his hands on your shoulders and his lips on your forehead you feel protected and taken care of. Since you told Keji what his kisses do to you he kisses you even more. Even when you’re in public he never misses out on giving you a small peck on your head to show you that he is with you and that his thoughts and his heart belong to you.

Miya Atsumu: Grabbing your hand and spinning you around.

Your boyfriend likes to run to you at full speed, wrap his arms tight around your middle and twirl you through the air, especially after a successful game. When theres not enough space around or when he’s in a soft mood,  Tsumu will just take your hand above your head and spin you around. He uses this opportunity to draw a smile on your face and watch your figure from every angle he can before pulling you abruptly to his chest and kissing you on the lips.

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[rinstarou]

3 A.M.

// Suna Rintarou x GN!Reader, Fluff

"Suna," you poke him softly.

"Suna," you poke him again.

"Suna wake up, I have an important question to ask you,” you gently shove his shoulder.

Stirring awake, your boyfriend grumbles something incoherent and reaches for his phone on the bedside table.

He turns on the phone, and the bright screen flashes the time at him. "It's 3 A.M. in the morning, (Name)," Suna groans.

Sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he turns to you, “What is it?”

Feeling somewhat guilty for waking him up, you turn your face away from him and mumble, “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

A beat of silence passes.

“What?” Suna asks, face scrunching up into a confused expression.

“I said, would you still love me if I was a worm,” you say loudly, turning back to face him.

Suna stares at you. He notes that the silver moonlight is illuminating your gorgeous features, but it is also showing your dead serious face.

Knowing that you are not joking at the moment, Suna gently pulls you into his arms, locking you in his warm embrace.

“Yes, (Name), I would still love you in all your wormliness glory. I would still hug you like this even if you were a worm,” he says.

Even though you are enjoying how protected and safe you feel in his arms, a question is still lingering in your mind.

Trying to pull away to stare him in the eyes, you say, “But you could accidentally squeeze me to death. What if you accidentally used me as bait when you go fishing with your dad? What if I get eaten by a bird when you aren’t around? What if-“

Your voice is muffled by the front of his pyjama shirt as Suna pulls you into a hug again, “I would not accidentally feed you to the fish, and I most definitely would not let a bird get close to you.”

He gives you soft headpats as he adds, “What if I get turned into a worm, huh? I would still love you as a worm, but would you love me back?”

Pulling away slightly, you reply, “Of course I would still love you! We would be the cutest worm couple!”

The two of you sit there in a comfortable silence for a while after your answer, basking in the comfort and warmth that the other offers.

“So can we go back to sleep now?” Suna whispers softly, as if he is afraid of breaking the tranquility of the night.

Nodding, you pull the two of you back under the covers.

You find yourself admiring his pretty face as Suna’s falls back asleep. Listening to his steady heartbeat, you, too, soon drifted off to sleep.

[iuspired]

late night studying ft. rin ⟡˖ ࣪

a/n: hiiiii long time no see! i’m on spring break so i have time to do things now 😱 anywaysss i wrote this with suna rintarou in mind but i can’t tell if it’s ooc or not 😝 i only referred to him as rin so likeeeee u can read this with ur fav ‘rin’ in mind LOLOL not proofread btw i’m so done with english rn i forgot when i wrote this i think like 3-5 months ago maybe 🤔 feedback is appreciated !!

“y/n?”

you look up from your laptop to see rin walking into your dorm with his bag of schoolwork in one hand, bag of convenient store food in the other.

your face lights up at the sight of him, and for a second, the stress and frustrations from classes wash away. “how’s ur day been?”

he puts the food on the kitchen island and walks to the other side to sit next to you. “it’s been okay, missed you though,” rin sighs as he rests his head on ur shoulder, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

you kiss his temple. “missed you too,” you murmur.

the next four hours fell silent with the occasional page flipping and kiss on the cheek to check in on each other. your guys’ side on the kitchen counter was completely swamped in schoolwork. laptops in front of the both of you, yours had a study guide pulled up while rin was working on an essay, notebooks filled with notes on the side.

finishing seven pages out of eight, you look at the corner of the screen to check the time, slightly taken aback to see it’s been a whopping four hours(!) you turn to look at rin, focused on his work, elbow propped up on the table with his hand against his cheek. he looks so cute like this, you think. if someone told you god didn’t have favorites, you’d simply show them a picture of rin to counter their claim.

you tap rin’s shoulder. “rinnie, i think we should take a break,” you yawn. “i think i’m done for the night anyway, my test isn’t even tomorrow,” you close your laptop, stacking it along with your books. “are you almost done with your essay?” you ask rin as you stand up to put your things away.

“mm.. yeah. it’s not due tonight, but i’m pretty much finished. just revising,” rin replies as he closes his eyes for a second, drowsiness taking over his body.

you place a kiss to rin’s cheek, “we should probably sleep you know,” you mumble softly, lips still against his soft skin. you wrap arms around his torso

he only hums in response as he leans into your touch. “pull me up”

you frown in response. “you’re heavy y’know?”

“it’s the muscle.”

“didn’t ask.”

despite the complaining, you take his hands and pull him out of the chair(he just wanted to hold your hand).

[takumifujiwarastan]

hiii,,, i saw in ur about me that u write for haikyuu,, can i request a suna x reader where like the reader doesnt like initiate affection bc shes shy? but one night she goes into his room and js cuddles on top of him?? ahskshd how would suna react?? love ur writing <33

ahh hi anon u r my first request :3 i love this idea so much omg my heart– n e wayz here we go!

pairings: rintarou suna x reader genre: fluff warnings: mediocre grammar gn!reader

309 words

Suna was scrolling on his phone, in the late silence of his apartment at night. He heard the lock click and knew it was his s/o, as they were the only one with the other key. Still, they never really came around this late.

He spared a glance at them as they walked over to his bed… and crawled on top of him. Nuzzling their head in the crook of his neck, their arms wrapping around his torso and one of their legs intertwining with his, sighing contently. Suna nearly stopped breathing.

This never happened, his partner never initiated anything when it came to this stuff. A dorky smile spread across his features and his eyes lit up at the feeling of his significant other initiating affection– wanting affection from him– needing him.

His arms wrapped around their small body, one hand coming up and brushing through their hair as he listened to their steady breathing. He set his phone down, both his hands occupied with the sleeping angel laying on him.

He tensed up when he felt them lay a kiss on the crook of his neck, soft and slow. Shortly after they pressed lazy kisses around the former, on his jaw, on his collar, behind the shell of his ear, and upon reaching there they began to whisper the softest “i love you’s” accompanying sweet words of adoration and affection.

This was something they'd never done, they was so shy with affection even a holding hands made them blush and shy away. But physical touch was Suna’s love language. Receiving it so heavily like this by his lover made his heart swell.

Usually he would have a smug smirk and a snarky comment to make but he was so entranced by these feelings he couldn't do anything but smile and close his eyes, happiness filling his heart.

requests r open :3

[kisses4suna]

can you please give me some really soft suna bf headcannons !!!! i love ur works btw ur my fav suna writerr ahh

SUNA RINTAROU BF HEADCANNONS !

☆ featuring. suna rintarou

☆ a/n. OMFG. anon im so sorry this took me so fkn long to answer. im slowly starting to finish requests people have sent in months ago. i love this idea sm tho!! im so sorry again; i literally deleted tumblr and finally got it backk ill be finishing more requests soon and posting drafts, then during the summer ill post WAY MORE FREQUENTLY. (so be prepared for sm more suna content guys ;))

ps. i might make a p2 for post timeskip suna too so lmk if you’d want that !!

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PRE-TIMESKIP BF SUNA

- suna mfing rintarou will raise your standards to heaven bro. even if he’s only in highschool

- his face will be so deadpanned and neutral but the minute he sees you he grows that small smile that he hopes nobody sees

- he talks about you like crazy to his sister but doesn’t even realize it

- “did you see her new insta post? shes so pretty bro how tf did i pull her”

- “i miss my gf rn”

- “hey do you think y/n would want something like this?”

- his sister loves you, but is so tired of her brother constantly talking about you

- he would choose you over anybody, and anything. even over his airpods. which says a lot for suna

- will literally do anything to spend time with you. he will drop as much as he could on his schedule for you. he just genuinely wants you to be with him all the time. (he’s so clingy its cute but he hates admitting how attached he is to you hes like a lil koala bear hanging onto his branch)

- without you even knowing he signed you up to be a manager for his volleyball team just so you could spend time with him at his practice

- this mf so obsessed with you he got hit in the face with a volleyball because he was too busy looking at you instead of paying attention to the actual practice

- he will ‘go to the bathroom’ during practice just to sneak off underneath the bleachers to give you a quick kiss and talk to you.

- suna isn’t dumb he’s actually really smart just very lazy, so if you were in advanced classes he would literally get his grade up, request a transfer to your advanced classes, just so he could spend more time with you there

- plus he loves seeing you seem so smart and focused he thinks you look so cute like that ^^

- he unfollowed every girl on his socials besides you and his sister

- he has a whole instagram highlight dedicated for you and its filled with over 20 stories of you and him together or sometimes just pictures of how beautiful you are.

- his insta bio has your initial with a heart, and says “i love my gf” just for fan girls to back off

- his photo album is way worse. he organized his whole camera roll and has a full album of you which takes up half his storage, but who cares, he doesn’t mind having to delete games he downloaded cause he was bored ( especially if its for you )

- in his notes app he has every little detail about you written down, not in a creepy way, just to remember important stuff about you. like what you hate in people, your fav stuff, etc.

- he dedicates every long song to you.

- also hes like very touchy in private, i mean in public he is too, BUT IN PRIVATE. oh my. he is not afraid to cling onto you.. you will literally have to claw him off you if you have to use the bathroom while your cuddling

- he’s only like that because he loves you so much and he’s so attached to you, he just wants to stay with you forever because he cant imagine losing you

- he asks his mom if he can sleep over at your house as much as he could, the days he can’t, you either go to him, or he facetimes you and you both end up falling asleep on the phone.

- everytime he goes to the mall with his friends or something, he will ask them every 3 seconds “do you think y/n would want this ?” he really just wants to spoil you to show you how much he loves and appreciates you

- sometimes he sleeps late at night rewatching his volleyball games and analyzing his plays, so he bought you a sleeing mask and earplugs so you could fall asleep without the sound or light of the tv bothering your slumber

- he loves being in between your thighs, your fingers tangled in his hair while you both watch tv.

- but at night he loves burrying his face in the crook of your neck with one armed wrapped around your waist and the other placed diagonally on your back while his hand covers the back of your head, almost looking like hes protecting it.

- you’ve genuinely helped him become a better version of himself, when he’s with you he’s at his best, which is probably why he loves you so much. because when he’s with you it feels like he’s just at peace, he just falls in love with you even more everyday.

- he hates thinking your love is puppy love and it wouldn’t last, and some nights when he’s not with you, he’ll overthink like crazy, really just wondering why someone as perfect as you hasn’t left him yet, or why are you even with him in the first place ?

- little does he know, he means as much as you mean to him, and you don’t plan on leaving him anytime soon.

[renardiererin]

hey babes!! <3 what about friends with benefits with suna where we catch feelings first, but he falls harder??

you have spent countless nights up in your room, waiting for the pebbles to hit your window as a signal that rintarou suna would be coming up to your bedroom. countless nights with your hands in his hair, clothes littering the floor, hands anywhere they can grab, his head between your thighs, you on your knees between his legs, his dick down your throat, in between your tits, in your tight little pussy, in your hands, even in your ass a couple of times. countless nights spent up in your bedroom with the door locked and a strong hand belonging to a certain middle blocker covering your mouth to shut up his little screamer. he never had a problem being aggressive, he knows it makes your pretty eyes roll back when he hurts you a little. it's all consensual. he has no problem telling you filthy things about how "daddy loves his princess' cute little cunt," and how he "needs just one more" even after your pussy has been throbbing in pain for over five minutes. countless nights spent with him shoving his dick as far into your pussy as he possibly could, hand wrapped around your throat-- which occasionally travels up to your hair to yank you back from how you're bent over so you can be with your back flush to his chest-- and his dick pounding in and out of you. he'd kiss you by shoving his ridiculously long tongue down your throat, immediately putting his hands down your pants. it was hard to not fall captive to the way he'd kiss your cheeks and hold your hands- even if it was always in sexual contexts. damn near impossible to keep your feelings platonic, what with the way you passed each day with his initials on a necklace you never took off, with the way he always helped you clean up and gave you head rubs until you fell asleep, how he texted you good morning and good night each and every day; it was among the most difficult things in the world to not fall in love with rintarou. but it was just sex. barely even friends, just a good sexual compatibility holding your relationship together. he was never romantic in the way you longed for, never held you the way you so desired. it's the same every night. always aggressive, and to the point; always just sex. until tonight. he snuck into your bedroom around midnight, greeting you with a soft kiss on the cheek and a delicate: "hi, princess." he brought you flowers, preparing a vase for them without you asking. he had no reason to, other than that he "thought they'd brighten up your room." the domesticity in the way he held your hands the way you always wished he would, in the way he adjusted your lights to be just the way you liked, the way he gave you his favorite shirt to put on after; the simple domesticity of the whole night so far had your heart racing and your head in shambles. he'd walk over and sit beside you, rubbing little hearts into your inner thighs while he kissed you-- more sweetly than typically, as well. "rin, what are you doing?" now, rin's never been a shy person. he's as blunt as it gets. so why would this be any different? false assumption. the way his ears turned pink & his cheeks deepened their faint blush made your head fuzzy with the schoolgirlish daydreams swirling through your head. you could only hope he felt the same, after all this time.

"you know i'm not the kind of guy to get embarrassed. i'm not the typa person to keep secrets and hide feelings, so i just wanna be direct with you, pretty, is that okay?" a slight nod was all he needed to continue talking. "i really like you. really really really like you. more than i like jelly sticks and volleyball combined. i want you to be there at all of my games and be the first person i talk to about anything no matter how big or small-- even though you know with me, nothing's ever small," he winked to lighten the mood, but a small puff of air and a ghost smile was all you could muster in your shocked state. "please tell me this isn't one sided, because if it is that's gonna be really fuckin' embarrassing for me and i would have to stop fucking your tiny pussy which would be the death of me." his hand slid further up the inside of your thigh as he spoke, the pad of his thumb brushing against your clit through the pretty panties you'd put on for him. the pair you'd chosen were almost fully lace and way too thin for this type of torture. you lifted your hips up slightly off the mattress and grinded your clit further onto his thumb. "do ya love me, pretty? tell me ya love me, and i'll have to touch you without this flimsy fabric in my way."

"i love you rin, i really do."

"nah hun, i don't need ya doin' me any favors. s'okay if you don't."

"rinnie i swear i'm in love with you. i have been for almost a year now, please take them off."

"i'm in love with you too, sugar. i guess i can touch your pretty cunt for you. if you insist." aaaand then he'd crack the widest smile he could muster before flipping you onto your back and shoving three fingers in your little hole immediately as your ass hit the bed below you, with no warning or prep whatsoever. he'd silence your protests with a soft kiss and say, "that's just love, darlin'."

(could you tell i had a lot of thoughts about this?)

[kemistre]

εïз┊𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 — feat. bokuto koutarou, suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, miya osamu, kuroo tetsurou

synopsis. how haikyuu boys comfort you when you've had a bad day

— content warnings. none! just comfy stuff <3 — word count. 670

εïз┊author's note. here's this inspired by the awful birthday i had today!!!

εïз┊b. koutarou

his excited grin turned into a concerned frown as you walked through the door with teary eyes. he mumbled your name, his furrowed brows and small voice crack showed how much it hurt him to see you this way. with daunting steps, he hugged you tight, pulling you into his chest while whispering little words of comfort into your ear. his callous hands rubbing circles into your back made you sink into him, huggin him back even tighter as he spoke. "hug me as tight as you need baby." he calmed you down, little by little until you told him what happened for you to be so, so upset.

εïз┊s. rintatou

he heard the front door shut forcefully as he laid on the couch, his phone in his hands. he paused, hearing your quiet footsteps coming towards him as he glanced up from his phone to see you with watery eyes and a scowl on your lips. he set his phone on his chest, slowly raising himself up so he leaned his back on the arm of the couch. he stretched out his arms, motioning for you to come over and without a second thought, you nuzzled into his chest and hugged him close. he smoothed back your hair as you sobbed into him, placing a delicate kiss on your head as his other hand snaked around your lower back. "just let it all out, don't hold anything back, okay baby?"

εïз┊o. tooru

it wasn't soon after you'd gotten home that he realized you weren't yourself. it didn't take him long at all to figure those kinds of things out. so, he approached you in the kitchen where you'd set down your things, opening his arms with those kind, understanding eyes, his lips curling into a sad smile. you let yourself fall into him, the tears finally streaming down your cheeks from the day of holding them in. you held his jacket for support as he swayed, humming a little tune as to calm your racing thoughts. "you're doing so amazing, angel, i'm so proud of you for getting through the day."

εïз┊m. osamu

he never thought of leaving your side as you sat on the couch, you head in your hands. he rubbed circles into your back, hoping to calm you down without knowing what caused your breakdown. you sobbed into your hands, fear of speaking and making yourself cry more. you felt him get up from the couch, his hand smoothing back your hair as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "ya don't have ta say anythin' darlin', but let me try ta cheer ya up, yeah?" he took your hands from your face, pulling you up from the couch slowly as his worried frown soon turned into a kind smile. he took your hand in his, leading you to the kitchen where he turned on some soft and relaxing music, showing you how he always made your favorite meal.

εïз┊k. tetsurou

he stared at your quivering lips, your teeth biting your bottom lip as you walked into your shared bedroom. he sat in bed, reading a book on chemistry as he'd done every night before bed for months. he sighed, giving you a sad smile before getting up from where he sat, holding your cheeks in his hands. his hands slid down to your own, slowly leading you to the bed where he pulled up the covers, letting you plop onto the bed as you stared up at him with doey eyes. before you knew it, he had helped you into your pajamas and gotten you ready for bed and getting back to his spot. he pulled the blankets over the two of you, wrapping his arms around you and lightly resting his cheek on your head, every so often placing a simple kiss upon your head. he hugged you tighter the more you cried, and he was willing to wait as long as you needed to be able to talk to him. "i'm here for you every step of the way, my love."

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[osamusriceballs]

Finding Love

Bokuto x fem reader

Words: ~ 1,8 k

Warnings: NSFW (dry humping, sex against a wall)

About: A one night stand with Bokuto <3

A/n: I'm craving more one night stands with the haikyuu boys. Suna next. PERIOD.

"Y/n-"

The way he holds you sends shivers down your body. You're seated on his lap, his muscular thighs between yours, his lips delivering the messiest, hottest, open-mouthed kisses against your neck. Both of his large hands rest on your back, pulling you close, so close to him.

One of your hands rests on his shoulder, while the other finds its way into his spikey hair—messing it up as you involuntarily grab the strands tighter when he intensifies his actions.

"Koutaro..." His name still feels foreign on your tongue, a hazy memory from the introductions exchanged during passionate kisses in his car. His low groan assures you that you pronounced it correctly, and you're rewarded with a particularly hard suck against your throat.

He's hard. Unmistakably so. You subtly shift your weight, while your hand glides down his chest, tracing the outline of his well-defined muscles. He's not just tall, he exudes strength and fitness, making you feel incredibly safe and cherished in his embrace.

Your heart races in your chest, probably due to your excitement. Every move he makes steals your breath, his groans intensifying the sensation of his lips marking your skin.

"Y/n?" He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, a questioning furrow in his brow. He looks so good that it momentarily takes your breath away.

"Yes?" Your reply, and your hand releases his hair, allowing him to adjust his posture and sit back.

"Could we move this to the bedroom?" His question is filled with hesitation, his cheeks tinted with a pink flush while his teeth dig into his lower lip as soon as he finishes speaking.

Both of you know what he just proposed. Your mind races, and his expression shifts as he waits for your response—his gaze now dropping, an endearing shyness in his posture.

"We don't have to if you're not comfortable. I just thought..."

"No! I mean, yes, let's go to the bedroom." You quickly interrupt, eager to ensure that you want it too. You want to continue this, to explore more of him.

His expression changes once more, an enthusiastic grin playing across his features. His hands wander to your ass, and before you can react, he stands up with you still in his arms. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, his arousal pressing against your barely covered core—restrained only by the thin layers of your panties and his dress pants.

"I want so much more. To see you, to feel you," he murmurs, while he's walking towards what you presume is the bedroom. "Please, I want it- I want you so much," you gasp, trying to grind against him, the friction adding fuel to your arousal.

A hard kick of his leg opens door, and suddenly, you're pressed against the wall. He's towering over you, his lips finding yours in a feverish kiss full of hunger and need. His lips against yours are intoxicating, plump and soft, with a sweetness and passion that convinces you that you're the only focus of his desire right now. Pressed against the wall, you're barely able to think, only able to feel.

"Do you... want to continue like this? Against the wall?" His words reach your ears as barely more than a breath, his kiss taking all your thoughts away. His words and his sheer strength make your body tremble even more with excitement.

"Yes, Koutaro," you breathe out, your voice full with anticipation. Your hands dig under the fabric of his shirt, meeting the warm expanse of his bare back. His muscles are tense and firm, a clear sign of his physical strength- he probably hits the gym regularly.

"Fuck me, Koutaro, please." The plea slips from your lips, the words coming out breathy and needy. His response is immediate, his hips grinding against you, his cock pressing hardly against your cunt.

"Koutaro. Please," you rasp the words against his lips again, feeling him trembling with excitement suddenly. Your hands wander between your bodies, finally, a little clumsily reaching the button of his pants and fumbling for a few seconds before you open it and reach into his boxers. He breaks the kiss when your fingertips brush against his cock, feeling him hard and throbbing against you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath heavy and ragged, while you keep palming him and exploring his body. His cock is thick, so thick that you're not sure if you could wrap your hand fully around him. But what makes you tremble in anticipation is how long it actually is. His cock definitely matches his physical appearance—broad and tall.

"Your hand feels good, so good, so good," he suddenly thrusts his hips against your hand, and you quickly move your other hand to the hem of his boxers to pull them down. His cock finally springs free, pressing up against your body, and you simply reach down to push your panties to the side and line his cock up at your entrance.

"Fuck," he groans against your skin, his hot breath meeting the shell of your ear, and he finally, finally pushes into you, the head of his cock disappearing between your legs and making your eyes roll back.

"Kou, fuck, Kou," you groan, your head falling back against the wall, not caring about the thump and the loud sound of your head crashing against the wall echoing through the room, along with your lewd moan and his grunts.

His hips slowly push forward, his cock deliciously stretching you out while he sinks deeper into your cunt. He easily slides through your wetness, his hands gripping your ass even tighter, leaving fingerprints on your backside for sure, and you clench around him when he's fully inside of you.

Your lips part as you breathe heavily, your muscles tensing at the sudden feeling of being overwhelmed with emotions. His hips suddenly move back and slam forward, his cock barely leaving your pussy, but the sudden thrust makes you gasp for air. "Oh, please-" you whine, not even sure what you're begging for, but he has you, he thrusts his hips again, and again, harder with every thrust, his movements suddenly even more unrestricted. "Tell me when you want me to stop," he whispers against your ear, and you only moan in response before he starts to thrust faster.

"Oh my god, fuck-" curses and prayers leave your lips endlessly, until you only manage to moan his name when he thrusts his cock into you, again and again. Your mind is hazy, your whole body electrified by his touch, your pussy deliciously clenching around him at every particularly sharp thrust.

"Touch yourself," he groans into your ear, your whole body shuddering at his raspy needy voice. You quickly bring one hand to your chest and start palming yourself, squeezing your tit through your shirt with your hand. A gasp leaves your lips, and suddenly Bokuto's face is right in front of you, his lips connecting with yours hungrily, firmly, with an intensity that makes your whole body burn. Your hand wanders further down while you keep on kissing him, your fingers quickly finding your clit and starting to rub against it feverishly.

"You're so hot, so damn hot," his words make you flush even further, and you reciprocate the kiss with more intensity, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders.

"Please, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, Kou," you whine, your hips rutting against him and grinding against his broad body. "Can't stop, baby, feels too good, you feel so good," he sounds almost desperate while he's grinding your body against him, the feeling making you see stars, you're so close, so close-

He presses his face against your neck, the sounds of his grunts and moans muffled against your skin, and when his hands grab your thighs almost painfully hard and he thrusts hard again—that's when you finally feel yourself cum, your muscles contracting and your body arching in his hold, your head falling back and your eyes rolling back in your head. "Kou, fuck-" you moan his name, your voice sounding so lewd that you'd be embarrassed, but your name leaves his lips at the same time, his body tensing and you feel a sudden warmth between your legs, his cum filling you up and making your high even more intense.

Your breath comes out erratically from your lips, your chest heaving heavily while your fingers comb through his hair. Most of his hairspray is already on your hands, the strands turning surprisingly soft, and you slightly tug on them after a while, to make him lift his face.

He quickly raises his head at the feeling, and your breath stops for a second when you see his face. He looks so cheerful and happy, his features even softer than you've ever seen before. He presses a quick peck to your lips, the gesture so soft and surprising that you can only stare at him with your jaw slightly dropped.

He finally stumbles back, his arms shaking, but his grip around your thighs still firm, and only two steps later he simply falls back onto the bed, your body resting on top of him. His cock is still half inside of you, slowly turning from hard to soft, but still so warm and welcome.

His hands find your bare back under your shirt, caressing your skin and drawing you closer. Bokuto exudes a soothing warmth, his body like a heater beneath you, and your fingers roam around his chest and play with the hem of his shirt. You did all this, and yet you're both still almost fully clothed- you can't even imagine how much more intense it would be if you're both naked.

"My friend Akaashi—you've seen him before, remember the guy with glasses? That's my best friend," he suddenly breaks the silence, prompting you to lift your gaze to meet his. His sweet smile causes your lips to curl upwards too. "Yes, I remember him. He was very polite." Bokuto's grin widens, and he nods with enthusiasm. "That's him. Akaashi told me that I'm not cut out for one-night stands. That they are all 'devoid of love'. But I believe that love can also start physically like this, don't you think? Because this did feel like the beginning of love." His sincere tone catches you off-guard, your eyebrows arching in surprise.

"I... yes, I think so too." Your response makes him smile even more- and the butterflies won't stop in your stomach.

"So... do you think we could see each other again?"

You feel his cum trickling between your legs, but both of you only focus on each other, not caring about the slowly growing stains on his dark pants. Your eyes are focused on him, his eyes shining with brightness and hope, his focus entirely on you. A comforting warmth washes over you, and you smile widely when you reply and lean closer to press a kiss to his lips.

"Yes. Yes, I think so."

[kuroosdarling]

[1:13 AM] — ༉‧₊˚.

‎ft suna rintaro !

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI! highly, highly suggestive (it’s smut but they don’t rlly get to the good stuff lmfao!), just a lil unedited drabble lmfao !

this was the problem with staying at your parents over the holidays. there was never a chance for any privacy — family constantly filtering in and out of the house all hours of the day. some even going as far to stay the night to sleep off their overindulgences.

it hardly left a moment alone with suna. after being here for 3 days, he couldn’t stand it anymore. not while the two of you were holed up in your childhood bedroom with almost everyone else in the house fast asleep.

granted, most of the nights so far, the two of you were too socially drained to do anything too mischievous but suna was pent up. it had been three whole days since he felt your intimate touch. he couldn’t do it anymore. and he knew you felt the same.

so that’s how you ended up here.

“shhh.” you whisper as you cover sunas mouth with the palm of your hand, his hot breath tickling against you. he shifts his weight over you before you remove your hand. even horizontally, he towers over you, making you feel small under his hold. “you know we can’t. my parents are practically down the hall.”

“baby please. it’s been three days.” the sound he let out was almost a borderline whine, but you knew better. frustration seeps through him, coating him in an absolute need to take you, to have you come undone around him.

his cock was pressed up against your thigh, slowly inching its way to where you need it most. he couldn’t help but grind against you, chasing the sensation and seeking more friction. his fingers grip tighter into your waist.

“we have to be really quiet.” you start to give in, his hand snaking it’s way to rub your clit through your already drenching panties. he leans in closer, his lips ghosting yours. “like really, really quiet.”

“really, really quiet.” he whispers his confirmation before kissing you fiercely. you moan into his mouth on instinct, too caught up in the way his plush lips feel against yours. he pulls back with a shit-eating grin, one that shone through the dark room. “shhh.”

his mocking tone had no right sounding so hot. you pout against his lips, pulling him back in for a deeper one — trying to explore the mouth you were all too familiar with.

“fine.” you submit, grabbing onto his lower back to move him further into you. the sudden change is too much for him — his head falls into the crook of your neck, the groan vibrating against your skin as his cock slips between your thighs. “just behave yourself.”

“i always do princess. you’re the one that can never keep quiet.” he murmurs into your skin, trying to keep his voice as low as possible. he peppers kisses along your neck before working his way back up to your lips, slotting his against yours.

the room was getting too hot — suna starts rolling his hips against you, his cock deliciously pressed up against your clit. his heavy panting filling your ears and dizzying your head. desperation clouded your minds to the point where you almost couldn’t bother to stop grinding against each other to get undressed.

“i wish we were alone right now.” you whisper, trying to fight back the soft whimpers that lodge themselves in your throat. “you feel s’good.”

“i know, i wanna hear all your pretty little noises. wanna hear you sing for me.” he swipes your underwear to the side, dragging a finger through your glistening folds before pushing it in. you keen as your back arches. his other hand shoves his boxers down a bit just so he can fish out his aching cock, precum already dribbling down the sides of his length. “but, sneaky sex is the best sex, babe. just let me show you.”

[mavrintarou]

Christmas Morning - Suna Rintarou [4]

Happy belated Valentine's Day all <3 Here's a belated continuation of I don't know where it's going but it's Rin so...

Warning: explicit (really explicit) contents; slight angst; dirty kinks; sweet and nasty Rintarou (just how we love him)

Third part

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Rintarou’s couple of nights ended up being about two weeks. He really made himself at home in your small place that was not design for his height.

He took it upon himself to extend his stay since shortly after you agreed to his request – he caught a cold, and you were stuck with no choice but to take care of him.

At first, you thought it was an excuse for him to just cuddle with you but during a movie, he fell asleep beside you. You were too engross into the movie that you didn’t notice the heavy breathing and the thin coat of sweat on his face until he let out a soft whimper.

“Rin?” you whispered and sat up immediately when your hand came in contact with his hot skin. “Rin?” you whispered again shaking him.

He only buried his face deeper into your chest, groaning.

His fever went on for a day before he broke out of it.

And became a clingy sly fox.

You allowed him to recover in your bed, though he took up most of the space in your small full-size bed.

As soon as you would lift the comforters to get in your bed, he would open his arms for you to settle against his chest.

“You’re getting too comfortable,” you mumble, kicking off your slippers. You laid down on his arm, shifting against him.

He frowned, his green eyes narrowing at you. You frown back at him before he reached and his thumb slips between your lips and rubs against the metal against your teeth.

You gently nip at his thumb before flaring your teeth at him, showing him your retainers.

Something flashes in his eyes, and you ignored it.

His hand slips inside your shirt, rubbing your lower back before moving it up your back.

“Rin,” you sighed, “I just started my period.”

It was a solid second before he muttered, “boo.”

His hand remained pressed against your lower back, fingers gently just rubbing against your skin.

You can feel his hard bulge pressing against your belly and you waited to see what he would do.

Nothing.

You two remained silence in the dark and you wondered if he was just going to go to bed with this hard-on.

With the dim light, you can see his Adam’s apple move.

You let out an exhale and push him onto his back and swung your legs over his thighs.

Why does he look surprise?

Without a word, you tug the waistband of his boxers down and his cock sprang up free.

“Love…” Rin started but the rest of his sentence remained unknown as you bent down to take the tip into your mouth, kissing and rolling your tongue around the bulbous head.

His thick thighs tensed beneath you and his breath hitched before groaning loudly.

Taking your mouth off, you stroke his cock from top to bottom, looking up at him. “Can’t let you go to bed with this hard-on.”

Rin was perched up on his elbows, hooded eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Do you want my mouth, hand or…”

The corner of his lips curved upward into a grin, “your tits.”

He had a kink for your breasts and has been asking many times to fuck between them but you wouldn’t let him, finding it weird.

But something tonight changed your mind.

He quickly maneuver you onto your back and straddle your torso. He shifts most of his weight onto his knees so it’s not weighing you down.

He grabs both your bosom and sandwiches his cock in the middle. Like many times as you watch how his hips move in an erotic way.

Rin moves his hips in long strokes, making sure the tip of his cock pokes past the top of your breasts.

You fold your arms behind your head and look up at him, his focus is engrossed in fucking your tits.

He is close.

You open your mouth, tongue sticking out.

Rin fastens his hips until he pushes his cock past your breast and rest the tip of his cock on your tongue, shooting directly into your mouth.

He came more than usual, cock jerking and the last spurt shot on your upper lip. “Fuck… sorry baby.”

You swallowed the much thicker than usual load and as he was about to swipe the residue on your lip, your tongue darted out and licked it first unintentionally.

He stared at you with equally wide eyes at your action.

“Fuck,” he covered his mouth, “that’s fucken hot.” He leans down grip your jaw and kissed you. “You’re too good to me.”

. .

February 14

It was Rin last day, or so he said. His training started again tomorrow and that would mean he would be busy once again.

You walked through the door with a bag behind your back and you’re greeted with a topless Rin in the kitchen making dinner.

His tall physique made your kitchen look utterly small. “Welcome home.” He said without looking back.

The last couple of days spent with him was nothing but wonderful. It felt like a dream coming home to be greeted by someone you care deeply about. To go to bed in the arms that you felt nothing but protected and safe.

It was all feeling too good to be true.

And you weren’t brave enough to ask because you don’t want to risk it all ending.

“I got you something.”

Rin looks over his shoulder, a brow raised. His dark hair pointing in different direction and was probably not combed at all.

You whip out the gift bag that had red and pink hearts all over it and screamed LOVE from behind your back and thrust it out towards him. “Happy… Happy Valentine’s Day.”

His eyes drop to the bag, and he blinks, “oh.”

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

That word echoes in your ears over and over and you force a smile. “Don’t worry, it’s just chocolate.” You set the bag on the table, “I’m going to go change, I’ll be right back.”

You turned away and hurried to your bedroom before he could see the embarrassment written over your face.

You returned to the living room to find him with his shirt on and putting his socks on. He looks up at you and you’re unable to read his expression. Rin was a pro with putting up a poker’s face.

“You heading out?” You begin to say, walking to the kitchen to grab a drink of water.

You feel him following you and you turn around and leaned your back against your counter looking at him.

You feel him searching your face.

You feel him trying read your expression.

He wasn’t the only one who was a pro at putting up a poker’s face.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to leave while you were still a work. I made dinner,” he nod to the food in the container. “I need to go pack my stuff with this new training season.”

No need to explain yourself.

You flash a half-hearted lopsided smile, “good luck.”

Rin’s eyes continue to search and read your face; he bit down the corner of his lips in frustration. “Are you okay?”

“It was a long day at work, that’s all.” You half lied, work was exceptionally long and rougher than normal. “You should go though, thanks for dinner.”

He hesitated before nodding and walking up to you with open arms, “give me a hug and kiss.”

You gave him the biggest hug, holding him just for a millisecond longer knowing it might be your last one. You leaned up and peck his lips twice. “I’ll see you.”

After he left, you locked the door. Not to prevent him from coming back in but for you to not go after him.

Your forehead pressed against the cold metal door until it warmed.

You let out a deep breath and was about to head to your room for the night when you saw the gift bag earlier on the side of the couch.

Grabbing it, all the chocolate you purchased over your lunch break was still set neatly in place.

You let out a laugh before bringing it to your room.

“I guess I’ll eat them.”

. .

It was three days later when Rin texted you.

About the chocolate.

[Rin] I totally forgot my chocolate at your place! [You] Oh, I thought you didn’t want them, so I ate it. [Rin] You ate my chocolate! :( [Rin] I never said I didn’t want them.

You put your phone on Do Not Disturb, throwing it in your desk drawer and shifted your focus to your work. You kept yourself occupied with the latest project and that was the remodeling of the library.

It was long over your working hours when your superiors kicked you home.

You patted your pockets as you were about to board the subway train and that’s when you realized your phone was not with you the entire time.

It wasn’t worth going back to get it when you would return in the morning.

You were almost home, where you can go and hide in your safe spot and recharge.

“Y/n.”

You froze for a split second before turning your head to the right. Standing there is Kento Hiro, your ex-boyfriend that you dated for four years.

He wore a face mask but you’re able to identify him.

He must have been waiting for outside your apartment complex for some time as he pushes off the brick wall and closes the distance.

Your head tilts upward to look up at him. Hiro is still tall as ever, probably taller than Rin by a few inches.

He is a professional basketball player for a team in Taiwan. That was the main reason of your breakup. He needed to relocate, and you weren’t willing to go. The breakup was mutual but still painful. It has been over a year since and you haven’t seen him, other than when you would occasionally search him on the web.

“Hiro,” you called his name softly, “how’s it going?”

“I’m alright,” he pulled off his mask and inhaled sharply before asking, “did you change your number?”

You frown, “no?”

“I called and texted you but you didn’t respond so I came here hoping… that you were still living here.”

Your mouth open but nothing came out, “ah… I forgot my phone at work tonight.” You patted your empty pockets.

“I thought maybe you… changed your number because – “

“Y/n?” You turned your head to the right a second time that night and this time, it was Rin coming out of your apartment complex. “Where were you?”

Your breath paused as Rin approached you, his eyes are now on Hiro, eyeing him from to top bottom. He turns his attention back to you and you ask him, “what are you doing here?”

“I called and texted you and got no response so I came to check on you.” He answered frustratedly. “I thought something… happened.”

“I was at work, and I forgot my phone…”

It was awkward silence between you three. Or more between Hiro and Rin who were silently having a stare-down.

You take a step in between them to break them up. “Thank you guys for checking in on me, I am fine, and you guys can carry on. Have a good night.” You walked right through them and into your apartment building.

You peeked from the bottom of the second flight of stairs to see them still standing outside now talking to each other.

Whatever it was, it was none of your business.

Hurrying up to your floor, you punched in your keypad and quickly went inside, locking the door.

Fifteen minutes later you hear your doorbell ring.

“It’s me, Rin.”

“I ate all the chocolate already.” You say through the security camera. His lips crack a smile, but you weren’t trying to be funny.

“I’m not here for the chocolate.” He paused, “we need to talk, please open up. I want to see you.”

It was thirty seconds, Rin calls out your name at the same time that you push the door handle, opening the door for him. “You have ten minutes.”

He followed behind you to the living room, you stood on one side of the room with your arms crossed over your chest. “Eight minutes now.”

“I reacted pathetically the other day. I will admit I was not expecting chocolate and when you presented it to me – I promise you, I was just shocked because one, I forgot what day it was and two, it was running in my head at the speed of light what it meant for you to give me chocolate.” He inhaled sharply, “I had all sorts of scenarios running in my head and what I really wanted to say did not come out and instead… I fucken said ‘oh’.”

You waited a heartbeat. “You reacted the way you truly felt, so, no hurt feelings.”

“But I did hurt your feelings.”

“Yeah, well,” you made a face, “feelings weren’t supposed to be there anyways, so I got over it.”

His eyes soften before saying, “but what if I want feelings. Do you? What if I don’t want you to get over it? What if I want to make things right?”

His expression makes your tummy flip and flutter, and you are convinced he is just messing with you, but everything felt genuine. It was clear and readable.

Adoration.

Passion.

And love.

Rin is looking at you like he is in love with you.

Are you imagining it?

You swallowed the lump in your throat before your voice croaked, “how?”

Rin steps closer to you and reached for your hands, “well, first maybe kiss you stupid so you forget how dumb I was the other day and then kiss you again for forgetting the chocolate you put a lot of thought and love into.” He leaned down until he was at the same eye-level with you, “but since you ate the chocolate that was meant for me, I think you owe me – even if it was my fault for forgetting them. But,” he whispers with a smile, “I only want one thing in exchange of eating the chocolate, all I ask is for you to be my girlfriend, for real. With feelings and everything.”

Your eyes quickly filled with tears and you were afraid to blink. Rin became a blur through the tears.

“I want everything of you. Your mornings, your nights, your good days, great days, awesome days and even your bad days. I want it all.” He cups your cheek and tilts your head upward as he stands his height. Your tears slip down the corner of your eyes and he wipes it away with his thumbs. “I want your wild imagination; I want to bring it all to reality for you. Your romantic shit you read, I want to give you all that.”

You let out an unattractive laugh, one that was half a cough and laugh.

Rin leans down and rubs his nose against yours, his lips barely touching yours. “So, what do you say?” he pecks your lips lightly, “please say you’ll give this hopeless loser the chance to love you forever?”

“I give this hopeless loser a chance to love me forever.” You whispered, “no backs, right?”

He kisses you longingly, “sealed deal now, no backs.” His green eyes, greener than usual pierces into yours for a second before you hear him whisper, “I love you. I have been in love with you for a long time now.”

.

You bounced on Rin’s lap, his cock impaling you each time deeper and harder. His hands are on your waist, gripping and assisting with your hip movement.

“Fuck, yes baby…” he growls against your nipple that’s being held hostage between his white teeth. He dares look up at you with a grin.

Your chest, shoulders and arm has fresh red teeth mark bruises all over.

“Ow, Rin…” you gasp. It didn’t hurt but it sent jolts down your spine.

He lets your nipple go with a pop and kisses it lightly, “sorry love… your skin… is so soft and beautiful I need to taste every inch of it.”

Your movement slows as you savor the feeling of him slowly filling your walls each time you sink down on him. He filled you so fully.

“Tired?” He flipped you over onto the couch before you can answer and hook one of your legs over his shoulder before he thrust slowly. His focus is on his cock disappearing inside of you, “I can’t – I can’t get enough of you…”

Rin grabs your other leg, hooking it over his shoulder and leans forward to bend your body in half slowly. “Is this okay?”

You nod your head, your voice lost somewhere. You didn’t think it was possible, but your eyes roll back as his cock hits you even deeper with the new position. “Ri – Rin…”

Rin groans, “I know baby… I know… so… fucken deep…” he grips your jaw, “makes me want to stay here forever. It’s where I belong.” He squeezes your cheeks making your jaw drop open. “Open wide baby… stick out your tongue for me.” You follow his order and stick out your tongue watching a glob of saliva drop from his lips right onto your tongue. “Swallow for me, please.”

You do as he begs and seconds later stick out your tongue to show him that you listened to him.

He lets out a soft huff and smiles, showing a satisfied smile before he thrusts twice, his heavy sacks slapping against your ass as he empties himself into the condom.

Your legs are freed and you gasp when he slips out of you and pulls off the condom. “I’ll talk to my doctor about birth control.”

Rin gets up to throw it away before shaking his head, “no don’t, I don’t want that stuff in your system.” He pushes your legs open again before dipping his head, “I can wear a condom or... I can pull out…”

“Rin,” you half warned and half whimpered when he kisses your sensitive clit. He smirks before twirling his tongue against the nub. “You didn’t get to cum so… it is my job. Relax and enjoy the ride.”

. . .

E/N: He so nasty (good nasty) I love it lol I hope you love it too <3

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[tarousbaby]

I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU !

MIYA ATSUMU

enemies to lovers trope !

kinktober day six!

slapping, verbal degredation, doggy style, secret sex, atsumu is an ass in this, mirror sex

masterlist &lt;3

you never liked atsumu, he was always the most obnoxious out of your old volleyball friends but after a get together, you soon find that your hate was misplaced.

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you hated atsumu miya, more than anything. not only was he loud-mouthed, obnoxious, and plain ignorant he was cruel. so horribly cruel.

osamu gave you a helpless little smile, and a shrug. your roomate knew just how much you loathed his slightly more annoying twin, but there was nothing he could do about it. you knew that anyway.

"it's not just gonna be 'tsumu," he argues, taking a sip from his glass of water.

"i know," you sigh, "i'm excited to see the others but...he manages to ruin my mood every time he's over."

osamu stretches his hands over his head, until his back gives a pop. "y'know i've talked to him, and if i could get him to stop i would but...i can't. i'm hoping he'll be a little more mellow with the others here."

"me too," you mutter, sparing a backwards glance to the door. you weren't neccesarily dressed for a reunion party, more like a cocktail party, but these were your friends. the people you'd been closest with in high school. somehow, you'd only managed to stay in touch with osamu and kita, but maybe that's because they were the two that didn't try and go pro with volleyball.

your small black mini dress clung to your frame, the cutoff just barely meeting your mid-thigh. your feet still ached from the heels you'd just been wearing. osamu, conviently, had failed to tell you that your friends were coming over the same day you'd already agreed to go out drinking with a few college friends.

so, looking into the future, you were a little tipsy in defense.

you were in the process of combing your fingers through your hair when a knock raps on the door, and then the croon of an annoying voice you knew by heart was none other than miya atsumu.

you rolled your eyes, but osamu just smiled and left the kitchen to go greet them at the door. you reached into your purse, pulling out your compact mirror and checking your appearance. you didn't look too bad, considering you'd just spent the past hour and a half in a sweaty night-club drinking shots and dancing.

the chatter hits your ears in waves, and you take in a deep breath and smooth down your dress before following osamu into the living room.

you feel the eyes fly to you immediately.

"y/n!" kita calls with a soft smile, walking over and wrapping you into a hug. you smile back, and reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and squeeze him tight. "it's been too long since i've seen you in person."

you hum your agreement, opening your eyes only for a scowl to curl on your face.

atsumu stares back at you, a lazy grin on his face and a single amused eyebrow raised. as kita pulls back, his eyes slowly rake up your body and he stifles a chuckle against his hand.

your attention is pulled away though by aran and suna, giving you a respective side-hug and clap on the back. it's nice to see them. it's interesting to see just how much they've grown up, both physically and mentally.

at one point, the conversation finally moves over to the couch. you find yourself sandwiched between osamu and atsumu, trying not to look too pissed off as you take small sips of water to try and sober yourself out.

there's some soft rap playing over the sound system osamu had, and when suna dissapears into the kitchen he returns with a bottle of champagne and a case of beers. there's automatic cheers from the men around you, and you wonder to yourself how much more alcohol you should consume.

at least you weren't driving tonight.

you should've known, that at some point in a house full of men who'd finally got a break from their jobs, they'd get a little rowdy. you know you're going to have to scrub beer stains out of the carpet in the morning and wipe down every inch of counter surface from the sticky substances.

osamu, thank the lord, had prepared some food platters for you to pick at so you could at least stay half-sober and be the responsible one.

at some point, kita gets some champagne spilled down his shirt, and you're quick to get up and find him a shirt. you head into the laundry closet connected to the kitchen, and begin rifiling through osamu's clean laundry bin.

there's a light scoff behind you, and your head snaps up. atsumu leans against the kitchen counter, staring at you through the door. you squint at him.

"don't you think you're a little overdressed for a high school reunion?"

you roll your eyes. "i had plans before this," you explain shortly, "i would've changed if i got the chance."

"oh really?" atsumu's voice is dripping with amusement, and something you can't quite read. "you know what i think?"

you can hear his footsteps inch a little closer to the closet until he's holding himself up on the doorframe. you hum, just to humor him, as you find a plain shirt crumped underneath the basket.

"i think you dressed up to show off for me--"

your head snaps up, and laughter rings out of atsumu's chest. "excuse me?" you shout, standing up. the shirt is clenched tight in a white-knuckled grip.

"you aren't defending yourself very well," he sing-songs, his smirk horribly devilish.

"if you're trying to charm me, it isn't fucking working," you spit, before bringing the shirt up to your nose. it smells of detergent. clean enough.

you move to leave, but atsumu's arm comes across the doorframe. he looks down at you, and he smells of fresh clean cologne. you kind of like it, and you hate yourself for that.

"move," you say, "now."

"i don't take demands from bratty girls," he snickers, "though, you're probably into that kind of thing. i mean, everyone can see the way you eye me."

you shove into his chest, but he's stronger than you and you only manage to make him stumble a little. "ugh, you're so stupid!" you huff, "you wish, atsumu, you fucking wish!"

ducking under his arm, you make your way back into the living room. there's eyes on you again, no doubt hearing your screaming fit. you shove the shirt in kita's direction, to which he hesitantly takes but not without trying to ask what was wrong.

"i'm going to bed," you whisper in osamu's direction, before bolting down the hall before atsumu can resurface from the kitchen. you hope the metaphorical slap hurt.

you make sure to slam the door, just to add insult to injury.

your chest heaves with anger, and your hands reach up into your hair, pulling at strands with your stress. why did he have to be such an asshole? he wasn't that bad of a guy with his friends, just with you? why? what had you done?

you'd only ever responded to his endless amounts of bullshit he sent your way. it was always something. he'd mention how indecent you look when your roomate's a man, or that what you wore out was inappropriate. or how you dated too many people, or flirted with too many men.

why did he even care? it wasn't any of his business!

you make your way to your vanity mirror, sitting in the chair as you begin to wash your flash with a makeup wipe. you don't normally put on a lot, so it only takes a few swipes before you're tossing it back in the trash bin.

there's three harsh knocks on your door, before it's pushed open and atsumu peaks his hand in.

your lip curls at him, clear in the reflection of the mirror. his lips are twisted in a frown, and he slips in the room before shutting it with a soft click.

"i've come to apologize," he says, but it almost sounds like it hurts.

"who forced you? osamu?"

he doesn't say anything, but it's the clearest answer you'd probably get out of him.

you shake your head softly. "don't bother. i don't want to hear something you don't mean."

he licks his lips, and comes up behind you. his hands curl on the back of your chair, knuckles brushing against your back. a shiver twists it's way down your spine.

"we used to be close," he says softly.

"yeah, and who fucked that up?"

atsumu's eyes squeeze shut. "i don't hate you."

you raise an eyebrow. "i'm sorry but i find that rather hard to believe."

"i strongly dislike you."

you click your tongue. "that sounds about right."

you look up at him, and he's watching you carefully in the reflection of the mirror. his tongue darts over his lips, and you know he's nervous.

"it's not even that though," atsumu points out, and your brows furrow. what is he trying to get at? whatever it was you really don't want to hear it.

you twist in your chair, an angry scowl on your face as you're prepared to tell him off. but atsumu's quicker, easier at surprising you.

his lips are warm, and wet, and he tastes of champagne. your eyes are wide, and his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, asking a question you weren't quite sure of the answer to.

he pulls back after a moment, a thin line of saliva connecting your lips. he wipes at the corner of your mouth, wiping away any mess.

"i hate that you're so beautiful, i can't help myself around you."

you still can't find the words to answer. you suck in a shaky breath. atsumu looks at you, still nervous but a thick glint of determination in his eyes. atsumu always got what he wanted.

you twist back around in your chair, and look at yourself in the mirror, then to his figure behind you.

"touch me," you whimper, and atsumu takes his chance greedily.

his hand slips down your sides, massaging your skin through your dress. they drift up, cupping your breasts, squeezing. he leans down, and sucks kisses into the smooth expanse of your neck. he leaves purple and red bruises along your skin, marks that you were his.

he isn't gentle by any means. his teeth scrape against the sensitive marks he'd left, not even bothering to soothe them with his tongue before moving onto the neck. his hands, playing with your tits, squeeze hard and rough.

they lift and slip under your dress, pulling the fabric down to your abdomen. he takes your tits into his hands, playing with your rosy nipples and pinching them between his thumb and pointer finger.

it hurts--almost, but the pleasure followed by the sting makes it worth it.

your head tilts back, a broken moan leaving your lips but atsumu clicks his tongue. "no," he says, "i want you to watch as i fuck you."

a whine leaves your throat, and you tilt your head back forward to watch as his grin grows large and sharp. you try to bite down on your noises, as his hand dips lower. it slips underneath the dress, pushing it up to meet the otherhalf at your abdomen.

"no panties?" he remarks, "what a slut."

your breaths come out shaky. "i...i was hoping i'd find someone," you admit, not without embarrassment. your blush is warm on your cheeks, but atsumu doesn't laugh.

his finger swipes through your wetness, collecting it on the pad of his middle finger. he brings it up to your clit, pushing up against the bundle of nerves and eliciting a heavy moan from deep within your chest.

"shh," he whispers, "they're probably listening to see if we start yelling."

you purse your lips, and no matter how desperately you want to clench around his fingers and whine at the top of your lungs but you can't. you keep your eyes trained on your reflection, grateful for the cut off just a little below your waist so you don't have to see just how wet you know you are.

you can feel it, with every roll of his fingers on your clit, as you slick smears on his fingers onto your thighs. your legs tremble, and whisper, "fuck, atsumu."

"that's the plan, baby," he chuckles, and pulls you up by your hips. you understand what he wants immediately. you brace yourself on your elbows, placed carefully on the vanity not to knock anything over.

atsumu's fingers slip inside you, reaching to his knuckle as he scissors two of them back and forth to spread your gummy walls. then, he pumps them in and out, curling them against your g-spot at the same time.

biting down on your lip, you hold back a moan as your orgasm comes crashing through you.

then, atsumu straightens up and reaches into his pants to pull out his throbbing hard-on. he lines it up with your cunt, and slowly pushes his head into you. you gasp at the intrusion, placing your forehead against the cool wood of the vanity. your breath fogs up against your own cheeks.

atsumu lets out a quiet groan as he pushes further into. you can hear him bite back a whimper every time you clench around him. he was really determined to be the dominant one tonight, which quite frankly was just what you needed, but you could tell he was going to be one hell of a sub.

he lets you adjust for a moment, and when you croak out a "move," he does without hesitation.

atsumu's thrusts are sloppy, but still so good. his hand pushes down on the center of your back, forcing your arch. "please!" you cry out, just soft enough to not be heard by the others. atsumu gasps, the nails of his freehand digging into the plush of your hips.

your head spins with the pleasure of it all. the gentle ache of the force on your back, the unnecessary stretch. the light prick of pain of his nails digging into you. and then, of course, the out-of-body experience of his cock head constantly hitting your g-spot.

"'m gonna cum, 'm gonna cum!" you whisper-shout to him, "please, don't stop!"

he shakes his head, and brings his hand up and slaps it down onto your ass. the sting brings tears to your eyes, and makes your skin tinge pink but the sweet feeling of atsumu splitting you in half overpowers.

atsumu slaps your ass a few times, until there's a prominent red mark on your ass. then, he takes his hand, and rubs over the mark. he leans forward, pressing kisses along your spine.

"i'm close, baby," he whispers heatedly to you. his voice is broken and hoarse, from what you don't know, but you squeeze so tight around his cock as if you were going to squeeze him of every drop.

you never thought that a little bit of dirty talk would be enough to make you come, but you're orgasming so hard that you have to slap your hand over your mouth in order to keep yourself from screaming.

you collapse onto the vanity, only being held by your hips. your arms cross, and you lean your head into them. you look up weakly, tears still clinging to your lashes.

atsumu's chest is heaving with labored pants, but his eyes glimmer with sweetness and his smile is so soft and reminiscent of the way he used to look at you that you crumble.

he pulls you up, and lets you collapse against his chest. he wastes no time in scooping you up, placing you down in your bed. he pulls your dress off your body, before draping the blanket over you. you let him treat you kindly, the way you've wanted him to for years.

atsumu presses a kiss to your lips, soft compared to how it was only ten minutes ago.

then, he leaves, a satisfied grin on his face.

god, you hated miya atsumu with his pretty eyes and soft smile.

[wolffmaiden]

All Night

Suna Rintaro x Reader

Summary : You come home after a Girl’s night to rest up and watch a movie with your boyfriend but Suna has different plans.

wc : 2.8k words

warnings : smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact.

“I’m home,” you announced, as you shut the door of your apartment and kicked off your shoes.

“In the kitchen, baby.”

Dropping your purse and trench coat by the coffee table, you stroll towards the kitchen and find Suna turning off the tap and wiping his hands with the kitchen towel.

It’s been 3 years since you had the most ridiculous meet cute in front of that cafe and yet your heart doesn’t fail to skip a couple beats at the sight of him. It’s not your fault though, he had no business looking that fine in some random T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

Suna does a double take once he looks at you, throws the towel on the counter and lets out a wolf whistle as you step closer to him.

“Hello, there!” He gathers you in his arms, tucks a corner of his lips under his canine, and leers at you shamelessly.

Seems like the corset top and jeans you wore to dinner with your friends, really has his mind melting into a puddle. Especially the satin bow that sat snugly on your bust.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, punching his shoulder with your dainty hand, hoping he wasn’t seeing the way blood rushed to your face. “I sent you pictures all night.”

“Baby, those pictures did no justice to the real deal. Do you have any idea how your ass looks in those jeans? And don’t get me started on that top.”

He says in the most serious tone he could muster, squinting his eyes with some underlying mischief. Like he is waiting for you to ask the right question and walk right into it.

And you loved playing along, always. “How do they look, Rintaro?”

With a satisfied chuckle, he slides one of his giant hands from your waist down to the round of your ass, grabs a handful and gives a light squeeze. Once, twice. “Eatable. Very.”

“Okay,” you laugh, “Easy there,” pushing at his chest but to no avail. “We planned on watching a movie tonight, first.”

“Did we?”

He tries to close in on you but you cover his mouth with your hands before he could steal a kiss. “Yes, I’ll go shower and you select the movie, yeah?”

“No, I don’t remember being a part of such a plan,” he insists, pulling you impossibly close to him, and nuzzles his nose below your jaw and drags it down the column of your neck. “smell so good, baby.”

“Rinn-ie—,” your breath wavers and you clutch his shoulders, closing your eyes shut. “I should probably shower first, I’m —”

You are cut off with a small gasp as he lifts you off the ground and places you on the kitchen island counter.

With Suna’s hands on your either side, he leans in and takes an end of the satin bow between his teeth and pulls it apart, his eyes never once leaving yours.

The air thickens in the room as both your breath heaves and with two swift movements Suna unhooks the buttons of your top and chucks it in some corner of the kitchen.

“Now, would you look at that!” He all but groans as he lets his cold hands wander the expanse of your warm skin before he flicks at your perked-up nipple and then fondles the breast right after earning a soft cry from you.

“It,” a pleased sigh escapes your lips as he palms your other breast. “—had a…. built-in padded bra, Rinnie.’

You squeeze your eyes shut and bite into your lip to curb a moan as Suna hums in response and darts out his tongue and strokes at your aching nipple and finally sucks at it. Your nails dig into the back of his neck and his shoulders and your legs wrap around his waist bringing him closer than he already is as he continues his assault on your breasts.

He moves his mouth, leaving a trail of wet hot kisses and he makes his way up your jaw and pauses just above your anticipating lips. His eyes skim through your face, your eyes glazed, your cheeks flushed, and your lips soft and impatient for him. He revels in the state he already has you when he has barely touched you.

Suna combs the few stray strands of your hair back, tucks them behind your ear, grabs the back of your neck with his giant hand and tilts your chin up with his thumb.

“May I, baby?”

“Yes,” you whisper-cry, almost immediately. “Please.”

“Such an obedient pretty girl. What am I going to do with you?” He asks, his thumb stroking the side of your face, his eyes a mixture of adoration and desire. His heart is in such knots for you that he wants to rip it out and present it to you on a platter. And that still won’t describe what he feels for you.

He descends and takes your lips in his, in what started off as a tender, leisurely kiss filled with sweet caresses and soft sighs, only to turn fierce and demanding as his fingers tread through your hair to tug and angle you to his convenience.

You could only hold onto him for your dear life as his tongue pillages your mouth. His touch was all-consuming yet not enough. His hands were everywhere yet not enough. You couldn’t get enough of him, you run your hands all over his clothed chest, biceps, his hair, trying to bring him close. You claw at his bicep and he hisses a chuckle against your moaning lips when he pinches your nipple hard before palming that breast to soothe it. His hand slides down and fumbles with the button and zipper before he shoves it into your jeans.

“So wet, baby,” Suna smirks devilishly against your mouth once he finds the wet patch on your panties and kneads you through it, while you could only moan into his mouth, as he continues to rub his entire palm back and forth, with a riveting pressure to your clit.

Your hips buck against his hands, seeking more friction.

“Rin, more, please..”

How could he ever resist when you ask him so nicely?

He pecks your lips when you protest as he withdraws his hand from your jeans before he strips your jeans and panties off you, leaving you naked on the cold marble counter.

“Fuck, baby,” Suna groans, your hands fist around the front edge of counter as he spreads your legs apart and kneels by the counter. He massages your knees and runs his hands up and down your thighs, his molten gaze on the prize before he buries himself between your legs.

An astounding surge of pleasure blitzes through your senses and your head lolls back, your eyes shutter close in reflex as a loud moan escapes your lips when Suna drags his hot wet tongue from your entrance all the way to your clit in a deliberate drawn-out lick.

The pleasure is soon replaced by a bitter sting of his slap on your pussy bringing you back to your senses and and your eyes back to Suna’s.

“Eyes on me, please.” His tone wasn’t harsh, there was a small smile on his lips yet his dark gaze was a whole different story.

You know he hates it when you look away.

Struggling to maintain the intense eye contact, you swallow. “Sorry, Rinnie.”

His gaze softens as he rubs your mound to soothe the slap.

“I shouldn’t have to say it another time, baby.” he places a kiss on your inner thigh.

You give him a small nod, to which he only raises an eyebrow in question.

“Okay, Rinnie,” you swallowed before you spoke again. “Now can you please …..”

“Can I please what, baby?” He asks, wrapping his hands around your thighs and tugging you to his face.

“Please make me come, Rinnie!”

That was all he needed to hear before dives back in and practically makes out with your pussy, his skilled tongue working its way, drawing out sultry and louder moans from your lips, with each lick. He knew you like the back of his hand, he knew exactly what he needed to do to push you to the brink.

Bracing a hand on the counter, you catapult the other hand into his hair. Your back arches when his nose rubs against your nub as his tongue prods your entrance. You can barely hear your loud moans over your need to come as you tug at his roots and grind against him. His hands slide from the back of your thighs to grab the handfull of your ass, as he fucks you with his tongue feverously. This man was not eating you out for your pleasure. No, he was doing it for his own pleasure, he moans at the way you taste, his mind is only filled with thoughts of you and his need to make you come, come on his mouth, on his cock, he wants every inch of you all to himself. He wants to take everything you can give and even more.

He could tell you were close, with the way your walls convulsed around his tongue. The sound you make when he brings his thumb to press on your clit firmly before his strokes at it sends him into a state of frenzy. And with a jerk, your legs tense up and wrap around his neck, suffocating him as you come all over his mouth with a loud, prolonged moan.

Suna continues to eat you out as you ride your high. You are a mere mess of moans.

When he pulls away from you, he is mesmerised by your glistening pussy, your entrance spasming over nothing and your legs still shaking on his shoulder. He couldn’t even bother wiping his chin that dripped with your essence.

Without another thought, Suna slips two fingers inside you, making you jolt.

You were so wet that his long fingers easily slipped all the way in, making you tremble incessantly all over.

“Rinnie!”

Only then does Suna look up, his daze clearing up as he takes your state in. He knows you are sensitive all over but he just couldn’t help himself. Your chest heaving heavily, your face a mixture of pleasure and lust. The way you look down at him from the countertop, in all your naked glory, has his hard dick twitching in his pants. He has been that way ever since he saw you walk into the kitchen.

“One more baby,” he coos. “One more before I fuck you with my cock.” He says drawing his fingers out and thrusting three fingers in this time.

You scream, if it wasn’t for Rin’s grip on your hip, you think you’d have fallen off the counter. Your knuckles turn pale due to your grip on the counter. Suna could see your thighs quivering in his peripheral view, your eyes squeezed shut before you took a deep breath and opened your eyes again, only to take Suna’s breath away.

His hand leaves your hip and he brings it down to palm himself through his sweatpants, he can feel his wetness leaking.

“Fuck baby, grab your boobs and knead them for me.”

Your immediate obedience amidst your moans is the hottest thing he thinks, as he palms his rock hard dick careful not to overdo it while he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

“Fuck, baby.”

It’s almost painful for him to restrain himself so much. He feels like he would die if he doesn’t get to plunge himself into your soft folds and fuck you until you’re nothing but a mess of babbles and drool. But then, he thinks this pain is worth it, it’s worth the view he is seeing right now.

“Pinch your nipple for me baby, and tug at them hard.”

“Ah— Rinnie!” You whine and thrash your hips against his fingers, feeling the familiar knot forming in your belly.

“C’mon baby, make yourself come on my fingers, use them all you want.”

You hardly register him standing up until you feel his lips find purchase on your clavicle before he suckles at it mercilessly while his fingers curl inside you hitting your soft spot, making your hips still before all you see is white and all you hear are your own sounds and Suna’s fingers in and out of you.

“Atta girl! Atta fucking girl!” He rasps over your ear before placing a sweet kiss on your temple, holding you close as you ride out another high, though you could feel him poke your belly. He wanted to ensure you were fine first.

You slump onto his chest breathing hard, gaining your senses before you look up at him and pin him with your nastiest glare while he only looks at you with a loving smile and eyes full of adoration.

He’s so mean, you think.

“What is it, baby?” He frowns, combing stray hair away from your face.

Before he can ask any further questions, you grab his neck and pull him in a punishing kiss.

He is so mean. Here you are, as naked as the night, half out of your mind post the two orgasms he coerced out of you and Suna here has the audacity to stand in front of you fully clothed.

You bite into his lower lip harshly, causing him to wince, “hey, baby— ”

This time you don’t give him the opportunity to speak, your lips make their way down his throat, suckling, biting before you huff, pulling away. You grab the hem of his T-shirt and yank it off it. Or at least try to, before he chuckles and lends you a hand.

Tried of clawing at his clothed chest and abs, you just wanted that damn T-shirt off him. And once it was off, you were all over him, kissing him, touching him, wherever your hands took you, before you gladly sneaked your hands in his sweatpants and shot him a look when you directly came into contact with his hard and thick cock.

Of course, Suna Rintaro was strutting around the house sans underwear underneath those damn sweatpants.

Your thumb caresses the slick head of his cock, before you run your hand up and down his generous length, earning a strangled moan from him.

“Easy there, baby,” he nips at your earlobe. “Take me out.”

And you do, pushing the pants down, as much as you could from your position.

“Arch your back for me, baby,” he says, rubbing his tip over your swollen slit, smearing himself all over you before he lines himself against your entrance.

Your hands grab onto the other end of the counter almost instantaneously. Clearly not the first escapade in the kitchen for you both.

“Good fucking girl,” he rasps grabbing your hip in a tight grip before he slams in, and bottoms out inside of you, stretching you out entirely. The two of you moan together, your folds kept sucking him in as he forces you to feel his every inch and every vein.

“Rintaro!” Your back arches even more, your eyes roll back and your legs wrap around him, leaving no space between the two of you.

“I know baby, I know.” His voice is soft as he runs his hands soothingly at your sides, peppers kisses down your temple and pecks your lips a few times.

He gives you a moment before he takes a nipple in his mouth and suckles at it as he starts moving his hips and fucks you hard and deep, just like you like it before he starts picking up his pace. The only sound that accompanied your moans were the way his cock slammed in and out of you and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass as you both chased your high.

Suna knew you were close, your walls were squeezing him dry, and he was right there with you.

One more deep thrust and your body shudders, a breathless gasp escapes your lips before your hands wrap around his neck and you come all over his cock. He fucks you a couple more times before he lets go, he bites down on your shoulder, hoping to ease down his guttural moan as his thick ropes of cum fills your insides.

You don’t know how long the two of you stayed like that in the kitchen, your body still shaking in the aftermath of three mind-blowing orgasms.

Suna lifts his head off your shoulder, fixes your hair, and lays a sweet kiss on your forehead before his hands go under your thighs and he lifts you off the counter, with him still inside of you.

“Rinnie?” You yelp in surprise, you were too sensitive, your voice sounded foreign to your own self.

Initially, you thought he was taking you to the washroom to shower and clean up, but he takes a turn to your room making you frown.

“Rinnie, shower?”

His jaw flexed as he spoke. “We can shower baby, we have all night for that,” he says as he lays you on the bed.

Taglist: @pudumaipen @tsukiran

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[maezume]

✩ ˛˚ . 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗚𝗢 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗘? ; — in which you and your boyfriend head out for a drive late at night.

𝗳𝗲𝗺! 𝘆/𝗻 𝘅 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! suna rintarou

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 / sex, illegal driving, mentions of weed

going for late night drives with your boyfriend, rin, always entailed of challenging the speed limit, stopping for food, and blasting music.

the silenced hum of your Tesla was deafening despite hitting 110 on the dash. your windows were slightly cracked open, letting in the cool rush of air and also letting out the blast of the music.

rin always managed the aux, and the map if there was a destination to navigate. tonight was free of plans, just the two of you enjoying the thrill and need for speed.

nothing compared to blasting you and rin's favorite artists like chase atlantic, the weeknd, the nbhd, and other similar groups.

finding pleasure in singing along, you also found excitement in racing other daring teens with nothing better to do. despite the loud rev of another's engine, nothing compared to the sleek speed and tranquil quietness of your Tessie.

after dubbing yet another seamless victory, the two of you would decide on stopping at Mc Donald's after your boyfriend pleaded for an oreo mc'flurry— a classic.

the usually busy plaza under the sunlight would now be dead in the moonshine except for those looking for some good ass soft serve ice cream. like you and rinnie of course.

after picking up your desired desserts, you found a parking space in a more deserted parking lot to chill for a while.

maybe you and rin would sit on the trunk and light up or have some fun and take edibles if weed is something you enjoy. and if not, you'd just sit and unwind, casually conversating with one another.

whatever floats your boat, but regardless you were always more than happy to spend time with your boyfriend.

later on, things would without a doubt get more heated. you were compelled to one another far too much to miss out on a chance like this.

soon you'd be climbing onto his lap and making out with him deeply which may or may not have ended up in you getting railed in an empty parking lot half past midnight.

sucking him off and watching him struggle to keep his composure before riding him slowly in the passengers seat. both of which was soon followed by you getting your back blown out on the backseat.

a personal favorite way to end off the night. <3

[sweetdreamlandstuff]

Attractive things the Haikyu men do

Summary: A collection of things they do or habits they have that are sexy/attractive. Really soft because I’m in my feelings

Characters: timeskip Suna/Ushijima/Ukai/Oikawa/Iwaizumi/Osamu x gender neutral reader

Notes: No smut today lol I hope you guys still enjoy <3 Let me know what you think! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated :)

Part 2 here

Warnings: mention of weed in Ukai’s part, Iwaizumi’s part is quite suggestive

Rintarou Suna

Yes, smoking is bad for you. You’re aware of that. It is actually especially bad for you when Suna does it. The sight of him smoking nearly sends you into cardiac arrest every time. 

The cigarette in his slender hand, his half-lidded eyes peering down. The low click the lighter makes before its flame paints orange hues onto his skin. The light reflects beautifully in his green irises. Suna looks ethereal like that. The light illuminating him flatters him, sharpening the contours of his face. 

The end of his cigarette glows red as he takes his first drag. The smoke he exhales whirls out of his parted lips, floating towards the night sky. 

Your glance lingers on him far too long but you’re unable to tear your eyes away. Not even when Suna lifts his gaze to lock his eyes with you. 

“You want to have a drag?” He asks, his voice hoarse as his smoldering eyes peer into yours.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima is a little bit oblivious. Especially when it comes to the effect he has on you. You’ve been with him since years and he still gets your heart racing - more than he should. And he probably doesn’t even know how he does it.

Just like now, leaning casually against the doorframe, with his arms above his head. You ogle his impressing biceps, barely listening to what he is saying. His deep voice is only background noise to you, as you let your gaze travel down his body. 

His T-shirt is slightly riding up, revealing part of his trained abdomen and the little trail of hair leading downwards, disappearing behind his shorts. You bite down onto your bottom lip unconsciously. 

“Are you listening?” His deep voice reaches you. 

You perk up, raising your eyes to his. Ushijima’s expression is gentle, if not worried, his olive eyes fixed on yours sternly.

“Yeah,” you breathe. And once again he is unaware of his effect on you. 

Keishin Ukai

You watch his skilled hands work. Even an amateur could spot how often Keishin has done this; rolling himself a joint. There’s no movement too much, everything is perfectly executed. You watch his large hands twist the grinder with the weed. You observe the way the paper glides between his fingertips as he rolls the joint. 

And after that comes your favorite part of his perfected routine. His tongue peeking out of his mouth as he licks the paper, while his eyes rest on you. The first time he looked at you like that you let out a quiet gasp (and you still thank the universe that he didn’t hear that). 

But Ukai probably still knows how you like that; watching him drag his tongue along the joint. He observes you as well, noticing the way your pupils dilate, watching the way your lips part slightly in awe. And he always hates it when you avert your gaze, reluctantly tearing your captivating eyes away from him.

Tooru Oikawa

You lean against the doorframe slightly lowering your hand that holds your phone. You forget all about what you wanted to show him when you see him.

Oikawa is sitting on the desk. He’s so concentrated on the screen in front of him that he doesn’t even notice your presence. You watch him for a few minutes; a slight smile tugging at your lips. 

You love when he looks like that; his hazel eyes full of determination, his hair slightly disheveled, evidence of how his fingers must have threaded through his locks just a moment ago. 

But what you like most is the way his tongue sticks out of his mouth, just a little bit. You can’t exactly pinpoint why but it drives you insane. It’s cute and all too attractive. Your chest warms as you are reminded of how lucky you are that you’re the one that gets to see Oikawa like this.

 

Hajime Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi probably couldn’t tell you why you two always end up like this. One moment he is in the middle of a heated argument and in the next he has your legs thrown over his shoulders. Iwaizumi doesn’t know why - but you do.

Maybe you should talk with your therapist about it, but you can’t deny the fact that you like it when he’s angry. Frankly, it turns you on. That is because Iwaizumi just looks good like that; clenching his jaw, which highlights his jawline even more. The glint in his dark eyes, as they gaze into yours sternly. The slight furrow of his brow, and the way he clenches his fists. 

Your heart flutters in your chest when you observe him like this in front of you. And after some time you just forget what you two were fighting about anyway. Eventually, the anger you two feel gets channeled in a way both of you can’t complain about.

Osamu Miya

You like it when the day ends like this; you sitting on the kitchen counter as you watch Osamu cooking. He thinks you just like to keep him company, which is true of course. But there’s another layer to it, an aspect he hasn’t figured out yet. 

You like to watch him cooking. It’s written all over his face how much he loves to. Watching him gives you maybe just as much joy as he gets from doing it.

His grey eyes are gleaming, a gentle smile on his lips, his usual neutral countenance vanished, making room for a softer, fulfilled expression. This expression on his face has your chest swelling with affection every time. 

As you watch Osamu you listen to his deep, gentle voice as he narrates his steps to you. You don’t particularly listen to the content of it, rather to the sound of his voice. You truly could listen to him like that forever.

You observe his skilled hands chopping up whatever is on the cutting board efficiently. You’ve seen this way too many times to still be impressed by it. But you still are.

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