#suna rintaro x f!reader

[emmyrosee]

“Okay, baby, we’ll be back in a few hours.”

Rintaro presses one, two, three kisses to your lips before departing, the hand on your waist lingering as he slowly pulls back. You mewl and sink your teeth into your lip, smiling giddily at the sweet affection. "You sure you don’t want to come?” He asks. "The fort'll be fine while we're gone if you wanted to come."

At your knees, two chubby arms wrap around your leg, Akito squeezing the limb close in an attempt to give you affection. You smile and scoop him in your arms, “I better stay home. Let you two have some boys time. I’ll make dinner and everything so do not let him sweet talk you into getting McDonald’s, rintaro.”

He snickers softly and leans in for another kiss, “alright babygirl. We’ll behave.”

“‘wite, bab’giwl,” Akito hums at an attempt to mimic his father, and immediately, you gasp, and Akito leans forward and plants a kiss to your agape bottom lip. Rintaro’s own mouth hangs open in shock, trying his hardest to not laugh straight in his son’s face. Seemingly displeased with your lack of kiss back, Akito waves his tiny hand, "mumma, ki'."

"He's stealing my chick," Rintaro scoffs while you lean forward to give your son a proper kiss.

"Rintaro," you scold slightly. "If he's going to be picking up on words, we need to be careful of what we're encouraging him to say. Don't call me your chick!"

He grins and wraps an arm lowly around you, "not like I called you my hot and sexy bitch, sweet girl."

Your cheeks flush and your teeth sink into your lip at his words.

"Bih-ch."

Both of your faces drop. Rintaro's into one of worry and yours into lack of amusement.

"We're gonna go now,” he squeaks, grabbing his son from your arms.

"I think that's a good idea," you grumble.

[aciddrattboyy]

(Dσɳ'ƚ) Kιʂʂ Mҽ Tԋɾυ ƚԋҽ Pԋσɳҽ

┆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - "you were pissed that your boyfriend cheated on you and then had the audacity to ghost you after you confronted him about it. what better way to get that anger out than fucking his best friend"

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛꜱ: ★ Starring: Suna R. x F! Reader ★ Run Time: 2.3k ★ Genre/Warnings: [Rated R: Adult Film]fingering, dirty talk(?), penetration, cheating(?), cucking, phone sex(?), exhibitionism(?) (characters are aged up) ★ Producer Notes: i dont condone cheating but like if someone told me they fucked their cheating bf's bsf i wouldnt judge also sorry for the osamu slander i was never a big fan of the miya twins bc i was too focused on suna so im sorry if i offend any miya stans </3

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you were pissed. you were beyond pissed actually. yeah, you were sad of course when you found out your boyfriend osamu had been cheating on you with some cheerleader from a neighboring college. but you were furious now that osamu had decided to ghost you after telling him you wanted to talk it out. it was pathetic and you were utterly offended. you were also upset with yourself, having not been able to see any signs that you had been dating scum of the earth. 

you know you couldve been the one to take the higher ground. just take his disappearance as the breakup and try to move on with the help of the people in your life that actually cared about you. but you just couldnt. he went low and you wanted to go much much lower. 

knock knock knock 

standing outside of suna’s townhome, you were growing a little nervous. there was a chance suna would push you away and go inform your cheating now ex-boyfriend. but you’ve seen the way suna looked at you. you weren’t stupid. everytime osamu dragged you to parties or hangouts with his friends suna always looked at you like he was fucking you with his eyes. you stood there, hands shoved in the pockets of your pajama pants as the cold night breeze swept over you. 

your body stilled when he opened the door, bare torso on display while a pair of grey shorts hung loosely at his hips. you could smell the faint scent of weed seeping out of his house. his hair was messy in the best way, green eyes narrowed at you slightly. you couldnt deny that he was attractive. but when you were still a loyal and doting girlfriend, no one else seemed as hot as your boyfriend. but things were different now. 

“hello?” sunas tone was indifferent, a bit raspy from whenever he was smoking. he craned his neck for just a moment, seeing if osamu was trailing behind somewhere. 

“suna i know you want to fuck me,” you blurted out, earning equally wide eyes from the man before you. he choked on his own spit, turning his head as he coughed. your face felt like it was on fire and for a second you regretted ever coming here. “im sorry i-” he was quick to put up a finger, silently telling you to wait as he got himself together. clearing his throat, suna stood up a bit taller with skepticism written all over his face. his eyes once again scanned over the area.

“are you confronting me?” suna had absolutely no clue what was going on. he half expected osamu to jump out of the bushes and knock him up just for not denying it. but he would be a liar if he did. it was true. he did want to fuck you and knew he could do so much better than osamu. but of course he didnt make any moves with the bro-code and all. 

“no im not,” you shook your head, sucking in a deep breath to try to calm yourself. “i have a um… proposal,” suna’s eyebrows quirked, the corners of his lips tugging into an intrigued smile. he crossed his arms, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. 

“well,” you grew self conscious now, rocking back on your heels as you stared at the doormat. “osamu cheated on me and is now ghosting me after i asked to talk about it and to be honest im really pissed,” suna had to manually keep his features stoic even though he was feeling a whirlwind of emotions. he was sad for you of course, no one wants to get cheated on. he was mad at osamu for cheating on someone like you. but there was also this sick sense of pride, that you came to him. suna always knew he could be better for you and now you were at his doorway. you took in another deep breath, getting ready to spew out the words before you could take them back. “i want you to call osamu because i think he’ll pick up… and if he does,” you took a hand out of your pocket, nervously running it through your hair. “if he does i’ll let you fuck me,” 

the silence seemed to drag on forever. after your word vomit both you and suna had to take a moment to process the words you just said. you looked at sunas ever bland face and had no way of knowing what he was thinking. 

“so,” suna started, not able to hide the smug smile on his face. “you want me to fuck you with osamu on the phone?” he watched as you nodded slowly and could feel his dick twitch in his shorts at the thought. he would effectively being ending their friendship if he did that and maybe others. but the thought of being inside you was oh so enticing. “thats a little kinky dont you think,” sunas smile only grew when he saw how flustered you were getting. it was almost hard to believe you came up with that idea.

“will you do it yes or no?” you asked instead of answering his question. because he was right. it did sound a bit kinky and you didnt feel like trying to make sense of it right now. suna did use words to answer, instead pushing off of the doorframe and motioning for you to head in. letting out a shuddery breath, you walked in. your heart was beating like crazy when suna closed the door behind you, turning on a warm lamp before flopping onto the couch. you took off your shoes, awkwardly standing by the doorway. 

“so run this little plan of yours by me one more time,” he patted his hand on the cushion next to him, watching you with now hungry eyes. you sat on the edge of the couch, hands in your lap as you laid it all out on him. you wanted suna to call osamu and tell him he was fucking some random girl. you wanted to know if osamu would stay on the line. you wanted to know if he had any remorse for what he had done to you. you told suna you didnt want him to reveal it was you. that you would do the honors when you were ready. suna listened patiently, nodding along as the tent in his shorts grew with each word that left your pretty lips. “well if you want to do this we cant exactly fuck with you on the other side of the couch,” 

excitement and anxiousness coursed through your veins when suna motioned for you to come sit on his lap. he wasnt trying to hide the obvious bulge in his shorts now and the size of it made you just a bit nervous. you straddled his lap with a shaky breath, looking down between the two of you as he called osamu. he put the phone on speaker, turning the volume all the way up and tossing it onto the cushion next to him. 

his hands found their way to your hips as you both waited for osamu to answer, sliding them up and down your sides. 

“hey whats up?” 

your breath hitched in your throat when you heard his voice. anger once again rising up over the fact that he was going out of his way to ghost you but picked up the phone for his friend almost instantly. 

“not much, got a pretty girl in my lap right now,” sunas tone made your body feel warm all over. he got bolder with his touches, his fingers playing with the hem of your loose fitting shirt. “said she was a freak ‘n wanted me to call you so you could listen,” 

the laugh osamu let out was evil. you both could hear shuffling on his end while sunas hands moved further up. 

“no shit really?”

you licked your now dry lips as suna slowly pulled your top off, a low whistling leaving his mouth as he eyed your boobs. he was quick to grab at them. one hand groping one boob softly while the other pulled and pinched at your nipple. 

“yes really, shes got pretty tits,” he was quick to suck your now hardened nipple in his mouth, hips jerking under you. your breath grew ragged as you fought to stay quiet. you wanted osamu to hear you but you didnt want to be loud enough for him to know it was you just yet. he pulled off of your now wet nipple with a soft ‘pop’, his hands traveling down to grope your ass. “nice ass too,” he mused softly, looking at you with mischievous eyes as he grabbed onto the back of your thighs and gently laid you onto the couch. 

you looked up at him with wide eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth as he slipped your pajama bottoms off. something flashed in his eyes when he saw the pretty lace panties you had on. he wanted nothing more than to rip them off of you but he decided against it for now. 

“how wet is she,” 

“ ‘m about to find out,” your face cringed at osamus words for just a second. because in the next, suna was smiling at you wickedly while he pulled your panties to the side. a low groan left sunas chest as he slid a finger over your already glistening folds. for a second, he forgot all about your plan, looking up at you with wide, lust filled eyes. “holy fuck youre soaked,” you turned your head away, face growing hot with embarrassment. but suna was quick to gently grab your chin, turning your face towards him once again. “keep your eyes on me,” he said softly, licking his lips as he lightly pressed his finger onto your clit. 

the sound of shuffling on the other line was what brought suna back to the present and for a moment he felt a bit possessive, suddenly not wanting osamu to listen in anymore like a pervert. but he continued to play along.

“shes fucking beggin’ for it,” he said moreso to osamu as he slowly pushed a finger inside you. a soft hiss left his lips when he felt how tight you were, already clenching around him so well even if it was just one finger. at this point osamu wasn’t responding with words, his heavy breaths the only thing that could be heard. suna shrugged after a moment of waiting for a response, pressing a second finger inside your walls. you whined softly, eyelids fluttering as your hips twitched against him. he continued to work his fingers inside you, thumb rubbing over your clit in soft circles as the sounds of him fucking you with his fingers grew louder. 

“oh fuck i can hear her,” 

osamus voice was strained, no doubt affected by what he could hear over the phone. he was no doubt referring to the obscene noises coming from your dripping cunt while suna fucked his fingers into you. 

soft whines and heavy pants were all you could manage out, afraid of giving it away too soon. your hips bucked up towards sunas hand as he worked you closer to an orgasm. his dick was straining uncomfortably against his shorts and he was growing impatient. “shes about to cum all over my hand,” suna breathed out, it was getting hard for him to pretend he was enjoying transcribing what he was doing to his cheating friend. he didnt even know if he could call osamu a friend anymore. there was silence on the other end and suna’s brows furrowed when he thought he heard osamu moan. 

this was becoming harder for you to keep up, thighs trembling as you got closer and closer to release. you swore you were going to chew off your lip with how hard you were biting it. your eyes were screwed shut, hands clamping onto the couch and sunas arm. when he brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing tight circles and pressing into it, it didnt long for you to come undone around him, a strangled moan escaping you as your back arched off of the couch. 

“fuck she sounds hot,” 

“she is,” that flash of possessiveness punched through suna again as he continued to slowly fuck you through your orgasm. something snapped in suna when he could hear what could be nothing other than osamu jacking off. he hastily pulled his cock out of his shorts, laying your thighs over his. his breath was ragged at he ran his tip over your slit, a groan leaving his chest when he nudged at yout fluttering hole. you whimpered, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. 

suna was growing frustrated with each noise you suppressed, he desperately wanted to hear you. wanted to hear you get fucked on his dick. he grabbed onto your hips roughly, pushing inside you with a shaky moan. fortunately for him, you were also growing tired of forcing yourself to stay quiet. you wrapped your arms around sunas neck, pulling him flush against you. both of you moaned when he bottomed up and finally being able to hear you almost made suna cum right then. 

but osamu ruined it, letting out a loud moan through the phone. suna, who had finally had enough, sat up and grabbed his phone. 

“i’m fucking your girlfriend,”

“wait wha-” 

he hung up, tossing the phone to the side and looking back at you. your eyes were wide as you watched, cunt still clenching around him. suna put his hands on your hips, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, earning a loud cry from you. 

“fuck- ‘m glad thats over with,” he began rocking into you slowly, eyes glued onto the sight of his dick disappearing inside you. “now i can hear all your pretty noises,”

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3 ʟᴏʙʙʏ ﹕ꜰɪʟᴍᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

[f4xrocket]

ALL A GAME ๋࣭ ⭑r. suna

to him it was just a stupid bet, to her it was everything.

suna x f!reader

status: on going

warnings: suggestive content, language, kys jokes, alcohol, drugs, smoking, angst, can be ooc, smau, female reader, time skip, college au, fuck boy Suna, slow burn, very slow updates (warnings will vary as story continues)

tag list: none as of right now

yn style guide | mood board

INTRODUCTIONS: future nomads | (un)safe place | payed shit talkers

CHAPTER 1: man whore

CHAPTER 2: bet (☆)

CHAPTER 3: date?

CHAPTER 4: fml

CHAPTER 5: hey pretty (☆)

CHAPTER 6: I hate that twink

CHAPTER 7: rock his shit

CHAPTER 8: post party

CHAPTER 9: broachacho

CHAPTER 10: coming soon…

© created by f4xrocket please do not repost, remake or change, thank you

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[wordsofelie]

🏠one goodbye, a million hellos

A Phoenix and Ashes & Don’t you dare run away short story (can be read as a standalone)

Suna x f!reader

Summary: Suna is invited to the wedding of his ex. he goes there with a broken heart and leaves with a loving one.

Content warnings: alcohol consumption, non-explicit bed scene, swearings, timeskip, manga spoilers

Words count: 3.5k

Suna knew from the moment he woke up that morning, that today was going to be shitty day. First, his alarm didn’t go off—luckily, his lazy cat decided to scratch at the door, waking him up. Bleary-eyed, he noted that the noise outside was way too loud for it to be 6 a.m. That’s when he checked the time. It was 8 a.m.

He launched out of bed and stumbled as his ankle twisted slightly. He barely registered the discomfort because he simply had no time to waste. Then he checked the weather on his phone: a sunny day ahead, or so he thought. However, all he had to do was cross the threshold to realise that he’d checked the forecast for Hiroshima, not Tokyo, and that it was pouring rain in the bigger city.

The way to the gym didn’t help ease his mood. He had to wait for two overcrowded trains to pass before he could squeeze onto the third, only to watch in horror as his wallet tumbled out of his bag and skidded across the station floor. Two teenagers shot him a pitying look and smirked.

His coach made him run ten extra laps of the court as a punishment.

Anyway, it was shaping up to be the shittiest day.

Only two things can possibly redeem it now, Suna hopes: the company of his chubby, grey cat and the arrival of his long-awaited new volleyball shoes.

When he finally reaches his apartment building, he rushes to the mailbox.

Fuck, the shoes aren’t there.

He sighs heavily and sorts through the stack of mostly junk mail. There’s an ad for the new yakiniku restaurant that opened in his neighbourhood, a fan’s letter (how did they find his address?) and then, at the bottom of the mailbox, a delicate, white envelope with his name inked in familiar handwriting. Suddenly, his chest tightens. Suna feels his lungs closing, as if they can no longer inhale the breath from outside. Because, even if he wishes he could unrecall the way his ex-girlfriend used to write his name, he can’t; and the letter is from her. He doesn’t need to open the letter to know what it is. She wouldn’t use such elegant paper for him—not anymore. So, he knows, even before reading a single word, that it is an invitation to her wedding.

Her wedding to Miya Osamu.

But just in case his hunch was wrong, in case she dumped his former teammate and wants Suna back in her life, he decides to unfold the paper, carefully.

Honda Airi & Miya Osamu are pleased to invite you...

That’s enough for today.

He shoves the letter into his bag, in a harsh move. Yet somehow, he can’t bring himself to crumple or shred it to pieces for it is certainly very precious to Airi.

When he enters his apartment, he mumbles a shy “tadaima”, it’s unusual for him. He never much cared for the ritual of announcing his return, but his mother used to insist on it, so he only does it with her and his younger sister when he visits them. And Airi once complained when he didn’t. He never knew why it mattered so much to her.

“It’s just… I love having someone to say ‘okaeri’ to,” she said.

Only now does Suna understand the warmth of having someone to greet when coming home, or rather, Suna understands the coldness of having no one to go home to. Not even Peko-chan, his cat, bothers to look up at him, it doesn’t seem like that ungrateful bastard is going to come and ask for cuddles anytime soon.

He finds a single lollipop on the kitchen counter and unwraps it, it’s sweet but somehow tonight, it tastes bitter.

The letter stays in his bag for weeks. Airi tries to call him a few times, leaving messages of “hey, I was wondering if you had received a letter?”, and “tell me when you have received the invitation… I’d like to talk with you about it.” Which turned into “everyone received theirs so I don’t know if you moved out or if you’re ignoring me… anyway, please call me back.”

She sounds so worried; it makes him feel bad and so, he calls her back.

Airi seems to be thrilled when she talks about the wedding plans. There’s this spark in her voice that reminds him of everything he once loved about her. For a brief moment, he almost forgets it is supposed to hurt.

She begs him to come because “you’ve always meant a lot to me, and… I still think of you as a close friend. And Osamu’s entire team from high school is coming. It wouldn’t feel right without you there. But I understand if it makes you feel uncomfortable-”

“I’ll come.” He simply replies. Suna has always been a man of few words. He believes he hears a sigh of relief in her voice.

She thanks him one, twice, thrice, Suna pretends it is a pleasure. Which it is (because he made her happy) but also isn’t (because all the regrets he pushed aside for years suddenly resurface).

That evening, he reads the whole invitation. It is so quintessentially her—simple and graceful, the venue will be in the mountains, of course she loves the mountains. The wedding will be held in summer, near her birthday. Every detail seems to fit her perfectly, even the name next to hers, and despite the hurt and regrets, Suna Rintarou has to admit that Miya Osamu is a way better choice than himself for her; he had always been.

The day comes and Suna feels his stomach hurt when he arrives at the venue. It’s a small gathering, which only makes him more visible when he parks. He glances at the people that are already there, and takes a deep inspiration—yet, even in the calm, he can feel his pulse race. A few seconds after, he hears Atsumu tapping on his window.

“Sunarin, my man!” Atsumu’s grin is wide as ever, and Suna’s response is his usual faint smile.

Atsumu explains everything to him from what’s planned for dinner to where the restrooms are but soon after that, excuses himself to go see his brother who’s almost done getting ready.

To stay close to people who are calm and won’t ask too many questions, Suna makes his way to his senpai, Aran and Kita, and nods through conversations, pretending to be his normal self, quiet and unbothered.

Suna doesn’t remember a lot about what happened after, maybe because he was to focus on trying to make the pain in his chest go away.

But when Airi arrives, he finds her beautiful, but he also admits to himself that his heart doesn’t beat the way it used to. The man realises that it is not her that haunts him, but the regrets and the “what could have been?”. It’s the longing to have someone by his side to cherish. It’s the fact that the only true love story he had experienced ended in tears—because of him—and when he tried to fix the broken glasses, it was too late.

This goodbye will forever hurt.

By the reception, Suna attempts to control his drinking—partly because he is a professional athlete, but mostly because he fears he might say something stupid to Airi, “Could it have been us?”, he nearly asks when he bumps into her at the buffet. But instead, “I’m happy for you,” comes out.

“Thank you, Rin. It means a lot coming from you.” the hurt eases even slightly.

Still the alcohol starts blurring his mind a little bit and he turns, only to find himself spilling his drink on someone.

“Shit,” that someone says.

“Oh-sorry!” he mutters, reaching for a napkin to help.

She says nothing back, and doesn’t even look at him at first, not out of annoyance, Suna concludes, but because her attention is glued to her camera, which took the brunt of the spill (and that thing seems the hell expensive).

After a minute or so, she sighs heavily and mumbles a “thanks gods, it’s still working.” As she raises the camera, she snaps one picture of Suna.

The man raises an eyebrow, genuinely taken aback.

“I need to remember the man who almost made me lose my job.”

She grins. And Suna can finally see her whole face. She’s more radiant than a thousand suns.

“Your job?”

“Yep. Honda-san, I mean, Miya-san now, hired me to be the photograph for tonight. My shop is close to her workplace.” She says, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she extends her hand to introduce herself.

“Mmh, nice to meet you. I’m Suna.”

He’s cold. Suna knows he is, but it’s not like he can do anything about it, that’s just who he has always been. Somehow, she doesn’t seem impressed or upset by it. She simply scratches her chin and frowns.

“Are you here for the bride or the groom… Wait, let me guess. You’re pretty tall and handsome. Volleyball player, right? So, the groom’s side, I’d say.”

Suna doesn’t know how to respond to that because after all, he’s here for both.

“Actually…” He hesitates. “I was in high school with them.”

“Oh, I’m sure you were the mysterious type and cool guy all the girls had a crush on?”

Suna laughs, a short huff through his nose. “I don’t know. Were you the stalking girl who took pictures of her crush?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Did you take many pictures of me tonight?” He wheedles and crosses his arms.

“Who said I had a crush on you?”

That girl is probably smarter than he would ever be, Suna concludes and just when he’s thinking about what he can argue back, she chimes in.

“But, if you want to know, you’ll have to stop by my shop sometime.”

He’s surprised when his heart skips a beat and finds himself wanting to know more about her. They chat naturally for the next half an hour, like old friends or something close to it. She mentions Momo, her cat, a clingy, high-maintenance furball that couldn’t be more different from his laid-back pet. He shows her a photo of said pet, and she laughs about how nonchalant he looks (“like his owner” she adds). She still thinks the felines would look good together. Suna wonders if they would.

“Well, I just forgot I’m supposed to be working and I saw that dude who looks like an owl doing a backflip on the dancefloor. I think Miya-san wouldn’t want me to miss this.” She leans just an inch so that Suna is close enough now to inhale a fragment of her scent. “Guess I’ll see you around… Mister Cool Guy.”

Before he can say anything, she slips back into the crowd. Suna thinks he catches a slight blush on her ears, he smiles, and it makes his cheeks hurt.

Two weeks after, Airi calls him.

“Rin, I hate to ask, but I’m in Osaka right now, and the wedding photos are ready. Could you pick them up?”

Suna wonders if she has some sixth sense or if fate is intervening, but either way, he decides to take the chance.

When he arrives at the shop, she’s there, and the man swears he caught her smile widen when she saw him. She’s helping a young girl with some identity photos, telling her jokes, and making funny faces to get a smile from the child. The way she acts with her makes him think that she has that ability of making everyone feel at ease.

“Here for the photos?” she asks and hands him the envelope.

He takes it, but something holds him back from leaving just yet. He’s here to do his ex a favour, but as he heads toward the door, he finds himself turning around.

“What are you doing after this?”

“Nothing,” she answers, almost too quickly.

The middle blocker holds back a teethfull smile, “There’s a new yakiniku place nearby. I’ve been wanting to try it.”

“I close in twenty minutes.” She informs.

“I’ll wait,” he replies, and finally lets a rare smile break through.

The dinner’s great, they talk about everything and nothing at all. He grills the meat, she eats it while telling him about her degrees and her previous experiences working in a rigid company, why she hated it and how her boss was a butthead. Suna notes that her eyes shine when she explains how she finally followed her dreams and became a professional photographer. She asks him about his dream, impressed when she searches for his name on the internet and sees the number of followers on his public profile.

By the time they’re walking back, neither is in a rush to leave the other. Their feet drag slightly, as if it would help delay the moment they part ways.

“Next time, I’ll try the karubi,” she exclaims, nudging him.

“Next time?”

“What? Aren’t you going to take me on another date, Suna Rintarou?” She smirks, bright and clear.

Everything inside him moves and his heart aches. But this time, the feeling soothes him.

And so, he agrees to go out with her again. The dates become regular and slowly, as the days pass, fingers intertwine, soft kisses land at the corner of lips, and “i like you” are whispered under the moon.

With her, it’s never awkward, never forced. And Suna thinks that maybe he isn’t cursed to be loveless after all.

A few months later, when her apartment lease ends, they move in together. Suna, with his ever-pragmatic mind, decides they know each other well enough to make it work. She’s clumsy, messy, and can sleep till noon—he often returns from his morning run to find her still in bed, though now she tries to get up and wait for him with two steaming cups of tea. She has a tendency to comment on absurd reality shows about people fighting in a villa, and while he doesn’t admit it aloud, Suna finds an odd comfort in her quirks.

At first, her cooking is questionable, bad even, but he finds her watching YouTube tutorials on “How To Meal Prep for Athletes.” Soon, her omurice (that was a bit too burnt in the beginning), packed with olive oil for good fats, protein-rich chicken and eggs, rice for carbs, and fiber-loaded courgettes and red peppers, becomes something he actually looks forward to. Her repertoire of healthy recipes grows, and they fall into a rhythm that makes Suna feels nothing less than at home: he handles the cleaning, and she deftly manages bills and taxes.

On the weekends, they play video games and go on hikes—though never too long ones, because she stops constantly to capture everything. “You already took a picture of that flower,” he points out, and with her innocent smile, she replies, “But the light’s different now.”

She respects his boundaries, never pressures him to do things he dislikes, and doesn’t complain when his responses are short and of few words. She doesn’t make him feel bad when his training runs late. No matter what hour he comes home, she’s waiting—half asleep on the couch, two cats curled in her lap, an almost-empty packet of low-salt and 0% fat crisps by her side. He kneels before her, murmuring “tadaima,” and her eyes squint and then shine as she responds, “okaeri, my love.”

She never misses his games, always making sure to snap the best shots of him. Sometimes, she even sneaks alongside the official photographers, scolding them for not taking enough pictures of Suna.

“What a bunch of idiots…Can’t you see he’s the ace of the game?” (it got her to be kick out of the gym once).

She learns all the rules from volleyball even though she still gets confused with the rotations. One day, from where he stands on the court, Suna hears her protest when the referee whistles for a foul he made (even though it was obvious he touched the net with his chest).

In return, Suna never fails to attend her exhibitions. He strokes her hair and kisses her cheeks when she cries because “no one came” and “I’m a failure.”

He lists every reason why she’s mistaken and how she’s the most talented person in this entire universe. It makes her cry even more, but with happy tears this time. He keeps on believing that her art will be celebrated worldwide someday, but that he’ll remain the first to stand in line when queues of fans will show up to see her masterpieces.

After a hard day, he runs her a bath, (always putting a little bath bomb that smells like roses, her favourite). When he’s away for matches, he brings back mugs from every country. The shelves are now overflowing, and they had to buy a new cabinet, but she still asks him for more.

He discovers what makes her feel good, the spots on her skin that sends shivers down her spine (her upper thigh, the back of her shoulders). He learns what words make her lose her mind, what pace she enjoys most.

When he messes up, she’s never afraid to call him out. “You’re a piece of shit,” she shouts sometimes when she’s pissed at him, and they burst into laughter because they can never be mad at each other for more than fifteen minutes.

During the Paris Olympics, they explore the city for what she calls their “honeymoon” (they’re not married, not even engaged, though Suna wouldn’t mind giving her his last name, or taking hers). She photographs every single croissant they try, and even makes him pose like he’s holding up the Eiffel Tower, much to his dismay. The man grunts but does it anyway (it’s a total fail).

She jumps in his arms when Japan wins against Argentina. He almost stumbles, but happiness overwhelms him at the same time.

He meets Airi’s gaze, who came with Osamu and his parents to cheer for Atsumu. She beams at him, and he smiles back.

(After all, going to that wedding wasn’t quite a bad idea.)

And just like that, a year transforms into two and into three. His career is stable while hers flourishes.

When he turns 30, she shows him a video montage that leaves him flustered. He laughs at her for getting teary-eyed even though she’s the one who made it.

“Where did you get all these pictures of me as a kid?” he grumbles, embarrassed.

“From your mum, of course! She was happy to help.”

“To help humiliate me?” he asks, and she tries to shut him up with a quick, “I love you.” He rolls his eyes but smiles anyway.

For her birthday, he gifts her the camera she’s been dreaming of her entire life. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Please, keep taking pictures. I love them... and I love you,” he tells. She answers she could die happy.

Her first picture with the new device is, shamelessly, Suna’s “beautiful and too-hot-for-public-decency back muscles.”

“Are you taking nudes of me, darling?” He raises an eyebrow when he catches her in the act.

“But this is my favourite scenery.” She tries to explain with a pout. He lets her snap more pictures.

She heads to New York for a major exhibition where she wins an award for best nature photography. From their shared apartment in Tokyo, Suna congratulates her over the phone.

But the week drags on and her absence is painful. He craves her omurice and the low-salt crisps (which taste suspiciously like cardboard), and even finds himself calling out “tadaima” to no one at all. And it seems like, he’s not the only who feels depressed since both cats have decided to start a hunger strike because apparently what Suna feeds them doesn’t meet their standards (even Peko-chan refused the tuna he gave him.)

He looks at the photo album she made of their travels before bed. Suna is convinced that one day, their shelves will be overflowing not only with mugs but with albums (because they have many years ahead of them, many more moments to share).

He forgets what his life looked like before her, not that it matters anymore, Suna wouldn’t mind erasing every memory from his head to keep exclusively the ones with her.

She finally returns home with the award, and he picks her up from the airport (driving a little too fast and barely stopping at red lights, don’t tell her). When they step in the doorway, Suna grabs her waist and pulls her against him tightly, his face nestles in her neck.

“Rintarou…” she chuckles and grabs his hair—he loves when she does that—“I stink because of the flight, let me take a shower.”

Her cat meows to get her attention.

But Suna wants her all to himself.

“Say tadaima,” he orders, sounding like a child.

She blinks in confusion, then takes his face in her hands, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “Tadaima, my love.”

Suna wants to breathe the words, make it his oxygen. His lungs open, his whole blood is filled with an air he never felt before.

Gosh, she’s everything, he tells himself.

“Okaeri.” He responds.

They take a shower together (until the water runs cold), they order take away (burgers with an extra slice of fries), they watch her stupid reality show (Suna starts to be invested in the drama), he falls asleep on her lap, the cats join him.

That night, Suna dreams that it lasts forever.

(It will.)

author notes: if you read Phoenix and Ashes and Don’t you dare run away you know that i haven’t depicted suna as the most loving and kind human being, but what i enjoy so much about writing is that we can develop complex characters who evolve, fail, get better or worse, and make them experience life-changing events. so i really loved describing this new version of suna and make him fall in love again.

anyway a lot of talking haha when i just wanted to give sunarin a happy ending <3

i hope you enjoyed reading this and I’m gonna go working on the kageyama fic now 👀

[kairismess]

HE MIGHT'VE ... MESSED UP.

🏐 genre: fluff !

🍰 summary: he might've pushed you a little over the edge, and when you gave him the silent treatment, he couldn't handle it. he's gonna make it up to you, somehow.

🍥 author's note: is this just an excuse to make an smau? yes no

atsumu miya

atsumu tends to be very annoying when you're ignoring him. you used to think he was aware on how clingy and irritating he can be in hope to get your attention, but no, you have a feeling that–with how much he's been blowing your notifs up, he's probably unaware of how insufferable his apology is. but in a way, it becomes a little... sweet. just a little bit.

fast forward to a few hours later, and he's at your doorstep with all your favorite foods. he calls you, and in a sweet (yet unbearably smug) voice, tells you, "see, sweetie? it's not easy to ignore me... now please don't ignore me ever again, i can't take it... and let me in, please? i wanna apologize! and maybe... make out with you as an apology?"

he's looking up at you with desperation in his brown orbs, with a smile that really hoped you'd let him in and correct his mistakes; and show you that he loves you too much to let you stay mad at him for so long.

tooru oikawa

oikawa isn't the best at communication, despite being so charismatic and able to charm so many of his fans, he has always been scared of losing you. he has had exes before, but he never wished to make one out of you; he loved you too much, he couldn't imagine his life before he met you anymore or had you as his own. hence, he did everything in his power to get you back... through messaging you desperately.

surprisingly, this worked.

and the next day, he was at your beck and call. he'd carry your bag and things for you, take you to your every class, compliment you here and there, treat you to your favorite snacks, buy you things to keep you from getting angry at him, and dedicating every serve at practice for you, despite the other guys on the team (specifically iwaizumi) wanting to punch him for indirectly showing off his lovely girlfriend.

but, no matter, as long as he fixed his mistake and made you happy again... he was okay with it all.

rintaro suna

this boy had a tendency to anger you, and being his girlfriend, you were basically forced to be the butt of all his teasing. one day, he went too far on accident, and you ignored him for almost a week. if this was anyone else, suna would just shrug it off and wait until they'd talk to him again.

but you weren't just anybody. you were the one to suna, even if he didn't show it–he loved you, and he missed having you by his side. he knew he needed to talk to you again, no matter how awkward it'd be.

and he did just that. he facetimed you in the middle of practice and apologized to you over the phone with his classic neutral face. but his tone was slightly different, it carried an air of genuine apology–and his eyes bore into yours, not tearing his eyes away from you for even a second.

he hopes he can be with you tomorrow at school, so he can admire all your beauty the next day. he'll cut back on the teasing, for now, he'll just compliment you and tell the truth: you're too gorgeous for him to handle (while showing you atsumu and osamu's latest brawl).

[wonderoustime]

suna kinda definitely has a thing for hair.

growing up with a life-size dress-up doll (a.k.a his little sister asami) has left suna an expert in hair and fashion. he says she always annoyed him until he was doing her hair for her ("more like he hijacked my hair," asami once grumbled to you), so he obviously knows a thing or two. he usually de-stresses after a long and tiring day with his hands in your hair as he experiments with different styles — both wacky and... surprisingly cute ones. gently easing out tangles as he brings your hair into a dutch braid, or softly murmuring apologies while quickly rubbing circles on your scalp to soothe the pain from the pulled hair during a high ponytail. the repetitive motions of fixing your hair for you eases all his worries and makes him feel lighter than before.

suna also loves it when you return the favor. be it massaging shampoo onto his scalp or softly stroking his hair. he finds your touch soothing — reassuring him that you're just there, right next to him as your fingers rubbing gentle circles on his scalp lulls him to sleep right where he lays on your chest.

[sucka4pain]

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐄~♡︎

plug fwb! Rintaro Suna x Fem! reader

tw: smoking, marijuana usage, sexual tension, cowgirl, marking, high sex, cursing, Suna feels nothing for reader, praising, aftercare, mentions of readers family problems & attachment issues, cheating, and slightly dark.

readers skin tone and body type is not mentioned! this is a fic for all the girlies no matter how you look! also i’m using Suna’s timeskip so no sexualizing minors!

a/n: it’s late at night and i wanted to post smth since i haven’t posted in so long. i decided to bring back Haikyuu since i missed it sm, enjoy lovelies!🎀

It was one of the nights again, walking in the chilly weather as Y/n made it to a familiar house and went to a specific window. The curtains of the window were black but you can see purple light shining through from the little crack.

The latter that was in the bushes underneath the window was a good idea to have. She picked up the latter, placing it under the window and climbed up to the window. Her knuckles softly knocked three times to signal that its her.

She pulled away and opened the window was Suna. He was in a tank top with some basketball shorts, the strong aroma of weed hit Y/n’s nostrils making her hum. His red fox eyes looked down at her as the blunt that hung out from his mouth was placed perfectly between his teeth.

His veiny hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into his room. The purple led lights looked brighter yet dark, his Tv played a random playlist he has dedicated for moments like these. At the moment she arrived, Church by Chase Atlantic started to play.

Y/n took the blunt from Suna’s mouth and placed it in her own, taking a seat on his bed as she took a long drag from it. Suna sat down next to her manspreading, she took this opportunity and blew the smoke into his lips as their eyes locked in on each other.

There was always tension between the two, no matter what it’s like they were addicted to each other. Suna started to pick up on Y/n’s small habits whenever they smoked together. Whenever she had family problems going on or her parents fighting, her hits on the blunt were longer and she would hold it in for a while before exhaling it out in a big puff.

“Let me guess.” Suna spoke up, the rasp of his voice could send chills down anyone’s spine. Y/n glanced over at him as she passed him back his blunt and leaned back against the soft surface of his bed.

“They’re fighting again?” He asked looking down at her as he took a hit from his blunt, she nodded at his question. He grew up with Y/n, so he practically knew about her and her family probably more than Y/n herself. All of the time, she leaves at night to go over Suna’s house because they never seem to care what she does during the dark hours.

The led lights fade from purple to a blue as more songs from the playlist on his Tv began playing. They spent the next few minutes in silence, passing around the blunt to each other as music played that fit the atmosphere perfectly.

“So, how’s it going with you and Rika?” Y/n asked as she exhaled smoke and put out the finished blunt. Their eyes getting redder by the second from the string weed. Suna was basically her plug, always hooking her up with good stuff whenever she wanted.

He scoffed and ran his ringed covered fingers through his hair. “Don’t bring that skank up right now, I already gotta deal with her in the daylight.” The tone in his voice was full of despair.

A small laugh left her lips, her vision getting slightly watery from the weed. “But, don’t you think it’s wrong that me and you fuck even though you are in a relationship?” She asked, she wasn’t dumb she knew it’s wrong but seeing how Suna is with Rika makes her question if he really does love his girlfriend. Maybe it’s just an act to entertain the outside world from how they really are.

“She thinks i’m stupid to not know, and no it’s not wrong because she’s doing the same thing.” He scoffed.

This made Y/n raise a brow. “Seriously?”

Suna nods his head and shifts his body into a laying position with his hands behind his head as his shoulders laid back against the headboard.

“Her dad is paying me to be with her, and also because he wants to know what she does.” He shrugged off.

“Wow, you’re just some secret spy for her dad?” She chuckled.

“Basically, but they’re crazy rich so i’m willing to do anything for some bread.” His eyes locked onto hers as she laid down next to him and her head on his chest.

His hand found it’s way into her hair, being careful to not get any strands caught in his rings. She hums at the feeling of his fingers scratching and massaging her scalp and lifted up her head to look up at him.

Their eyes locked in yet again, they leaned into each other until their lips touched. Tasting the weed from each other and combined with Y/n’s chapstick made it more enjoyable. Suna’s hands sneak down to her waist. making her body move on its own. Seconds later, she was on top of him, legs straddling his hips as their tongues swirled around each other.

Panting and breathless when they pulled away as a string of saliva connected to their tongues.

“Be a good girl and ride me, yea?” He said not even trying to make it sound like he was asking.

Her stomach twists as she felt a wet spot already forming on her panties just by his words. She could already feel how hard he was underneath his shorts. her fingers pulled them down along with his black boxers which had a small white leaking stain of precum.

Once the boxers were off, his cock sprung up slapping against his tank top which he quickly pulled off. Before she could wrap her hand around his hard cock, his hand grabbed her wrist.

“Not fair that im the only one here without clothes on.” He smirked as his other hand swiftly pulled off her hoodie.

His brows slightly rose up. “No bra? You seem to have learned from our previous nights.” A cocky smile on his lips as he tugged at her pants, signaling her to pull them down.

She obeyed, pulling them off along with her panties. Just by looking at her cunt, he knew she was soaked. His hand wrapped around her throat and pulled her down to his level, deeply kissing her before pulling away and harshly sucking at her neck making her whimper.

The way he left dark marks on her and his fangs slightly grazing against her skin gets her excited. His mouth moved down to her collarbone and chest, leaving the same marks before looking up at her and placing his hands on her waist.

“Cmon baby, you know what to do. Don’t make me remind you.” His husky voice grumped out from his throat.

As much as she wanted to taunt him, with all the shit she had to deal with she just wanted to have him inside her. Which is why she can’t wait until night time comes.

Her hand wrapped around his hard cock, giving it a few strokes causing Suna to softly groan. Finally, she placed the leaking tip against her soaked lips, slowking sinking down on him making her whimper from how he was stretching her out. It didn’t matter how many times they have sex, he’ll always manage to make her feel like a virgin being stretched out for the first times.

She felt full as his cock was fully inside her, she didn’t waste time as her hips started to move. The way his cock kissed her cervix making her eyes roll back with moans spilling out of her mouth. Suna threw his head back at the way her walls clenched down on him.

“That’s it baby, jus’ like that. you know how to please me.~” He moaned as his hands slapped her ass and his hips slightly thrusting up, matching her pace.

“F-fuckk, Suna..you’re s’big~..” She moaned rolling her hips down as she felt a knot form in her stomach from how much he was twitching inside of her.

“You love this big dick, yea?” His voice tainted with awe as he wrapped his hand around her neck, choking her slightly making her eyes roll back.

“M’ gonna cum like this, keep going pretty girl.” He groaned as his other hand trailed down, two fingers rubbing her clit.

“C-cumming~! m’ gonna cum, Suna!~” She moaned as his thrusts became more rough. The feeling of his thrusts and fingers rubbing her clit brought her to cumming, her juices coating his dick and fingers.

“Good girl, good fucking girl..” He praised as his cock twitched on last time before filling her up with his warm seed. He leaned back breathing heavily and pulled Y/n down with him as the blanket kept them warm.

Suna broke the silence after a while. “Wanna smoke another blunt?” He asked but got no answer. He looked at her face and saw her peacefully asleep on him. His eyes rolled in annoyance and got up, gently carrying her to clean her up. Once they were both cleaned up, he put her in a fresh pair of clothes and covered her in his blanket.

He sat down on the floor, lighting up another blunt and continued to stare at her face.

‘When will i start falling for her? i don’t wanna fall for her, she’s got bad attachment issues.’

A mental thought popped up as he continued smoking his blunt.

©𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐚4𝐩𝐚𝐢���-- 𝐃𝗼 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝗺 𝗼𝐫 𝐜𝗼𝐩𝐲 𝗺𝐲 𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐤-- 𝐜𝗼𝗺𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝗼𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐝!!

[starjaeyun]

backburner — suna rintarou mini series

🎧 now playing . . . backburner by NIKI

warning/s : angst, little to no 🤏🏻 fluff, toxic relationship!, profane language, more to be added soon.

status : coming soon. (might upload chapt. zero later or tomorrow)

taglist : open, just comment or send an ask

(block the tag #[mini series : starjaeyun] if you do not want to see posts related to any mini series written by me)

author’s note : hello! i am back again with a series (mini) which i hopefully will be able to finish 🥰 the story will flow according to the exact lyrics of backburner by NIKI. if the story does not go like you expected, do know that this is how i understood the lyrics mixed with a bit of researching & my own creativity 😁 by the way, bonus chapters are quite important!

zero. i can’t lie, it feels nice that you’re calling. you sound sad and alone and you’re stalling.

one. and for once, i don’t care about what you want. as long as we keep talking.

one, filler chapter. (as long as we’re talking)

two. i mean, you gotta admit history’s kind of unmatched.

two, filler chapter. asian calvinism, we made it out of that

three. well, whether we’re free of will or predestined. clearly, i’ve not learned my lesson even now.

four. hope he doesn’t strike me down

four, bonus! (strike me down)

five. the goo goo dolls are dead to me the way you should be too. but you bring them up.

five, bonus! along with, how much i fucking miss you

— titles of unpublished parts are subject to change, along with adding & deleting chapters 🫶🏻 happy reading everyone! ❤️

[jeansllvr]

I KNOW THAT'S NOT..

masterlist

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚WRITING PORTION ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

“Wassup my loves!!” You greeted the camera, waving both of your hands excitedly to show your enthusiasm.

“You guys have been BLOWING—“, you emphasized the word to show how much you’ve been harassed over the video, “—me up ever since I made the first omegle video.”

“So, since I love you all so very much, I’ll continue the series today. Let’s just hope we don’t get flashed in the first 5 minutes.”

You press the button to start talking to someone and you meet a really pretty girl. You both talk about some tv shows before you leave to talk to some more people for the video.

You met a lot of really cool people men and women and occasionally some really adorable fans. Though, that still didn’t stop you time running into flashers and racist men. It didn’t bother you all too much though all you could do is laugh or yell and click next.

“Okay y’all, this will be the last person I speak to since this video is getting kinda long. Let’s hope and pray we don’t leave off with absolute chaos.”

You press the button for the final time and to your surprise your met with a handsome guy. He has wavy, short, brown hair that’s styled a little messy but he made it work.

He was wearing a simple black tee and the pants were.. well you couldn’t really see what he had for bottoms because the camera only caught his torso. If you had to guess though, probably sweatpants.

“Hi! How are you?” You greeted him with a warm smile, partially to get him comfortable but also because he was a lil too fine.

“I’m good, thank you. And you?” His voice was deep. Not too deep where it just sounded corny but the deep that puts you into a good sleep.

“I’m doing good. I’m glad to finally be talking to a sane person and not getting start up flashed.” You slightly chuckled.

He sat up straight once he heard the words come out of you, “Thank you! I was finna hop off it got so bad.” There was amusement in his voice.

Your lips turned into a smile, you were glad you could share your experience with at least somebody, you thought you were starting to lose it. “They’re entirely too bored on this site.”

You both laugh at that.

You quite a time talking to this man nonstop about any and everything. You talked so naturally with him you were so close to exchanging numbers with him, though your thoughts are quickly forgotten when your eyes catch the time on the right-hand corner of your laptop screen. Y’all had been talking for an hour! How had you not notice? And how did you forget about the whole video you were filming?

“Oh. Um, I’m sorry but I have to go! I didn’t expect to stay here for this long and I have work I need to do!”

“No worries. Nice meeting you.”

You nodded your head with a smile, “Likewise uh..” You waited for his name, how you didn’t ask before was beyond you but oh well.

“Suna.”

“Y/n.”

There was a smile plastered on both of your faces as you waved goodbye to each other. Yours was definitely more bigger than his but you didn’t care, he had a good personality and even better appearance of course you’d be smiling ear to ear.

Once you clicked off the site you looked at your camera, toning down your smile just a bit.

“Well! That was a ride, I hope you all enjoyed this video. I love you all very much and goodbye!”

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[a/n]: we’re finally getting started!! hope y’all enjoy this smau cause I enjoy doing it 😁

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[emmyrosee]

Rintaro feels guilty leaving this time.

You’re expected to deliver your twins any day next week, and he’s expected to fly across the country for a charity event he really can’t even think straight for. You've assured him you'll be fine, his sister is more than capable of taking care of you while he's gone, but there's a pit in his stomach about the idea of leaving you.

But you send him anyways. With a kiss on his cheek and a promise to call him every day (if he had it his way, it would be every hour, but you wouldn't go for it).

The trip goes smooth enough, and he's grateful for you staying true to your word and calling him every night. It does make the time pass, you're safe, but he's more than eager to make it home to you.

He practically pushes his teammates out the door, he's the first one on the bus, his knee bounces anxiously the entire time- especially when the bus driver makes a wrong turn into straight construction, thrusting them in traffic for far, far too long without any service.

But you won't call him, right? Why would you, you've called him at night every day he's been here, and nothing of note has happened (not that that’s a negative to Rintaro, he’d rather your days be mundane and boring than active in your pregnancy).

His heart finally starts again once they pull into the airport parking lot, all of the teammates trying to not be annoyed at the events of the morning and trying to stay focused on the next steps of boarding the plane in a few hours.

Rintaro sighs, slipping his phone out and immediately calling you, not taking notice of just how many notifications bombarded his phone.

The line ring once, twice, and his shoulders relax as you finally pick up the phone. "Rin?" You ask, and you sound like you're in discomfort. But he merely brushes it off. You are very pregnant, after all, surely discomfort is normal.

"Hey babe, just got service from being in the bus, we've got a nasty delay because the fuck-head made us miss our fucking flight, so I might be home later than expected-"

“Rin, I'm in labor.”

Silence fills the line.

“No you’re not,” he says simply.

“As much as I would love to be kidding, I’m not. I’m 10 centimeters, babe.”

How you’re so calm right now, is beyond him.

Him, on the other hand, leaps up with absolute panic, a screechy “WHAT?” echoing through the airport. It catches more than a few looks from other people, but all Rin can think about is you.

You in the hospital, legs up in stirrups and gown being the only thing adorning your body. There's probably nurses and doctors everywhere, and Kaiya and Akito on the couch at home with his mother, waiting for the news.

"WHEN?"

"My water broke a few hours ago, got to the hospital with your sister and now they're getting ready for me to push. Your timing truly is impeccable."

“And you thought now was the best time to tell me?!”

“I tried to tell you earlier, but you had no service!” You defend.

Fuck, he could scalp the bus driver for getting fucking lost.

"okay, okay, okay lets calm down-"

You snort, "yeah I'll get right on that."

"Please, for everything unholy, don't joke right now," he pleads, and he hears you offer him a laughy 'sorry' on your end of the line. "Are you okay? Do you feel okay?"

"Well I don't feel particularly good, for all intents and purposes." You direct your attention to something else and he hears bustling in the background, "Rin I have to start pushing. Stay on the line.”

"No! Wait for me, I'll-"

"Yeah I'm not waiting for you," you snip. “I'll... be fine. Just stay on the call okay? For me?

Rintaro tries not to pass out as you start pushing, doctors encouragement coming through on the line, followed with your grunts of agony as you try to bring your two new babies into the world. He knows you’re strong, you don’t need him there, but there’s something deep inside of him that hurts at the idea that you don’t, he’s so close yet no where near close enough to be right there next to you, and he anxiously looks around him as he tries to find a private place for him to cheer you on, call your name, scream it, his soul in agony over something he has no control over.

It could be four minutes or four hours, rintaro has no idea as you finally scream in agony as a small wail breaks over the line, one akin to Akito and Kaiya’s as the two of them entered the world all those years ago.

“Beautiful!” His sister cheers, “just a bit more for Sachiko sis, you’ve got this!”

“No more,” you weakly whimper over the line, and Rintaro tears up as he chews on his thumb.

“Baby,” he chokes, “you’ve got this, okay? You can do this, I’m right here.”

“No you’re not!” You scream.

“Yes I am! I’m right here okay? I’m not going anywhere!”

“Rin I need you-“

“And I’m right here. I promise. Just close your eyes, I’m there, okay?”

Hes not there. He knows you know that. But right now, he can’t feel sorry for himself. He goes silent and listens to the bustling of the doctors and nurses preparing to bring Sachiko into the world, and rintaro has no clue how long it’s been before you’re ready to push again.

“Ready, momma?” He asks, and you let out a sob.

“Im so tired, Rin.”

“One more big push okay?” He chokes. “Push!”

And you do. You let out another shriek as you start to push, rintaro can practically see your legs tremble and face scrunch and throat tight as you let out another blood curdling cry, and before he can think, another set of crying fills the line.

His twins are here.

And he’s not.

“Good job, angel!” He hoots.

“She did so good, Rintaro,” his sister assures.

“I know she did,” he says, hand clutching his heart.

“They’re so handsome Rin,” You babble, and instantly, Rintaro’s face drops. “Such beautiful boys, they're so sweet, so handsome…”

Boys?

Oh fuck. Rintaro briefly thinks back at all the purples and pinks in the closet at home.

Immediately, Rin tries to conjure up an excited tone, squealing out a soft “boys?” in confirmation.

“She’s messing with you," his sister snickers. You’re laughing exhaustedly too, among your sniffles of agony and above the screaming of the newest twin.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” he says, breathless and his chuckles easing out.

“You've got new baby girls, Rintaro," his sister coos.

“We got them, boys!” He announces, causing an uproar of cheers to come from his teammates. He feels his heart sink to his stomach as his throat begins to swell. “I’m so proud of you baby… my good girls.”

“They’re so beautiful, Rin. So beautiful," you cry.

He sits on his suitcase and tries to imagine them, desperately, tiny hands pawing at the air, crying at the newness of the bright light and the world…

All without him. He’s not there.

“Who was born first?” He chokes, desperate to keep his voice steady. It was a complete tossup with the names, whoever was out first or second is precisely how the names would fall. But he just needs you to keep talking to him.

You understand, and you answer shakily, “Sachie,” you sigh. “Sachiko was 20 minutes later.”

“Late; just like momma.”

“Watch it.”

He chuckles around a flood of tears, a hand coming up to bring his hand up to cover his face. Hot, bubbled tears slip down to roll over his thick fingers, trying to stay composed in the airport that’s bustling with too many people.

“Im so proud of you,” he chokes, eyes screwing shut. Not long after, a massive hand claps down on his shoulder, Komori’s eyes flickering with understanding and apology. He’s got nothing to apologize for, but Rintaro takes the kindness regardless and puts a free hand on top of his to squeeze the emotions out. “My amazing girl. Fuck, I can’t wait to see you.”

“Rin, I have to go,” you say, and he hears the gruff voice of the doctor. “I love you so much. Come home safe, you’re no use to me dead.”

“Okay, princess,” he sighs shakily, burying his face in Komori’s stomach to cry. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. You’re gonna be fine.”

He’s 99% sure he should be saying that to you, and not you to him. But regardless.

He waits for the line to die before taking the phone from his ear, blinking up at Komori with absolute heaviness in his heart.

“I should’ve been there,” he whimpers.

“You couldn’t control it, buddy.”

“But I should’ve been there. Not three cities over for some charity that I don't even care about."

It doesn’t matter the assurances Komori could try to pass him. It doesn’t matter that you’re okay, you’re strong and you don’t need him in this moment.

He should’ve been there to squeeze your hand, watch his two babies come into this world with you, kiss your forehead and whisper loving words in your ear.

And he couldn’t manage even that.

[aciddrattboyy]

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┆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - "suna finds out you've never had an orgasm before and takes it very personally"

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“are you for real,” suna whipped his gaming chair around to face you. his eyes wide with a faint blush on his cheeks that had been there since the start of this conversation. 

“i mean yeah i guess, i’ve had sex before but i don’t think i’ve ever came y’know? and i’ve tried masturbating but it gets frustrating and i eventually just give up,” you laid on your stomach on suna’s bed, legs swinging back in forth in the air as you played a video game on your phone. 

both you and suna had absolutely no idea how the conversation led to sex but it didn’t seem out of the normal. you for one werent phased, casually humming as you jammed your thumbs against your phone screen. your humming only stopped when you felt suna’s eyes boring into you. 

“... what?” you looked up at him, one of your eyebrows raised slightly as your eyes flicked between your phone and him. suna’s mouth opened and closed multiple times but nothing came out. with a small laugh you sat up, pausing your game. “what is it?” 

“oh uh,” he shook his head, trying to will his now half hard dick to calm down before it became noticeable. “nothing- nothing i just think thats crazy…” he was absolutely floored and a bit upset that a person like you never got to have pleasurable sex. “so uh… do you just… fake it then when you know…” the minute the words left his mouth he regretted it, feeling mildly embarrassed at the fact that he was getting hard just from a conversation about sex that involved you.

you cock your head to the side as if you were really thinking about it, a light laugh leaving your mouth,

“yeah i guess so- i mean i don’t think i’ve ever outright lied and said i was having an orgasm i guess they just assumed i did. pretty funny isn’t it,” you were giggling as you picked up your phone to start your game again. 

“thats so fucked,” you snapped your head back up to look at him when you heard what sounded like pure anger and disbelief come out of suna’s mouth. his blush was a little darker now, eyebrows nearly touching as he tried to imagine how disappointing it must feel in the moment. you shrug your shoulders, laying on your back and turning your attention back to your game.

“nah it’s all good i don’t really expect anything when having sex so it doesn’t really bother me,” your voice was way too nonchalant for suna as he tried to understand how you could be so unbothered about that. 

“you deserve to feel good,”

“well i haven’t been able to find someone to make that happen yet,” you and suna lock eyes in that moment. time seemed to have stopped at that point. your eyes flit to his mouth as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. suddenly the air seemed very hot with tension so thick  you could cut it with a knife. seconds went by and it felt like a thousand unspoken words were getting communicated between the two of you.

in the same moment you were sitting up on the bed, suna was rising from his chair. soon enough he was crawling onto the bed, knees knocking into yours as your back landed on the mattress as he pressed his lips against yours.                                                                                                                                                                      

your arms immediately wrapped around his neck. pulling him down on top of you. his lips moved messily against yours as he snaked a hand between your bodies. you shivered when you felt his hand slide under your shirt and up your torso. the small noise that left your lips was enough to egg suna on, moving his hand higher up until he was cupping yourtit, swiping his thumb over the now hardening bud.  

you were enjoying the way he was taking his time with you, keeping his lips against yours as his hand explored the skin under your shirt. you found yourself growing hot, wanting him to touch you more. so you roll your hips against suna, eliciting a small moan from him that was muffled by your kissing. 

“be patient pretty girl,” he mumbled against your lips before traveling down to place wet kisses on your neck and explored collarbone. “ ‘m gonna make you feel good just be patient for me,” his voice was husky as he spoke against your neck, his other hand now traveling down to cup you through your pants. you shakily nodded your hand, a bit overwhelmed with how you good were already feeling just because of some small touching. 

you seem to stop breathing for a moment when you felt his hand travel back to push your shirt up until it bunched just above your boobs. in an instant, suna’s mouth was latched onto one, tongue swirling around the nipple as he used his hand to play with the other one. you were whining under him, breathing heavy as you squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to make any sort of friction.

suna continued his movements for a moment before letting his mouth off your boob with a small ‘pop’, a hazy smile present of his face as he looked up at you. just the sight alone had you clenching around nothing. he began to press kisses into your sternum, your ribs, your stomach, occasionally stopping to make sure a mark would stick to your skin. 

you sat up slightly, leaning back on your elbows when you felt suna’s mouth press one finally kiss onto the area of your stomach just above the waistline of your pants. he looked up at you with that same smile as he tugged on the material and pulled it down. you helped him, eagerly shrugging them off because you desperately wanted suna to be back between your legs. 

soon enough he was, licking and sucking at the skin of your inner thighs. his arms were under your thighs, hands wrapping around to hold your hips in place.

“rin-.” you whine when you felt him press a feather light kiss right above the edge of your underwear, a slight tremble coursing through your body when you felt him press a finger into the wet patch of your panties. he hummed in response, licking over the wet patch tentatively.

“that feel good?” he looked up you while he spoke, his fingers moving to grab the hem of your underwear and pulling them down. you nodded dumbly, your attention being almost completely on the feeling of his breath fanning over your now naked cunt. “you have to tell me what feels good and what doesn’t okay? ‘m gonna make you cum tonight baby,” you nodded again, hips twitching like your cunt was begging for him to eat you out.

“okay okay- just please- oh shit,” suna was quick to swipe his tongue along your slit, fanning his hand out on your lower stomach and using this thumb to lift the hood before just barely grazing over your throbbing clit. your hips jerked at the sudden jolt of pleasure, a small gasp leaving your lips. suna continued to kiss at your clit as he glided his middle finger against your slit. your thighs twitched, threatening to snap close any moment but suna didn’t seem to mind. his eyes flicked back up to you as he slowly pushed his finger inside, dick twitching immediately when he felt you clench around his fingers and thought how it would feel to have you clenching around his cock instead. his pace was slow, tenderly fucking his middle finger into you as you continued to let out a string of soft whines.

 “use your words y/n tell me how you feel,” his mouth hovered just above your cunt and you could see a sheen of your juices over his lips. your face grew warm as he waited for you to tell him. 

“ ‘s good- feels good,” you said quickly. you could hear suna laugh and before you could snap at him you were whining instead as he lowered his mouth on you once more. 

he wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves, causing you to jerk your hips up onto his mouth. he slipped his finger out before immediately adding another one in. his middle and ring finger curled inside of you as he pumped them in and out. you threw your head back as he hits that sweet spot inside of you, an embarrassing whine coming from lips as he continued to press into it. 

“th-that feels good- right there- ah-,”  you hand reaches out to grab onto suna’s hair, forcing him to keep his mouth on your clit as he fucked you with his fingers. sun’a half closed eyes widened at the unexpected tug on his hair. looking up at you he almost came in his shorts at the sight. you looked completely fucked out, eyes screwed closed as tears being to cling onto your lashes and mouth opened slightly as soft moans left your lips. 

he flattened his tongue, letting you grind your clit against it while he continued to fuck his fingers into you at a brutal pace. he let his eyes close, all his attention on the sounds of pleasure you were making just because of him. 

when he felt you clench around his fingers he pushed both fingers deep into your hole as he began to curl and uncurl his inside you at an insane pace that you curling for into him, 

“w-wait rin- ah- i have to- have to pee-,” you squealed, squirming against suna’s mouth as you tried to warn him. but he kept going. switching his tongue with his hand. he rubbed at your clit eagerly as he plunged his tongue inside of you.

suna let out a long groan against your cunt when he felt you squirt against his mouth. your juices immediately splashed his lower face as he took his tongue out of you before letting it hang out of his mouth, watching your hole clench around nothing. 

“ thats it baby,” he rasped, leaning forward to press his now cum glazed lips onto yours. his mouth caught your loud moans as he continued to abuse your clit, circling it with his fingers as your lower body convulsed against him. 

“rintaro- i-it hurts-,” you lower your hand between your bodies to push his hand away. if suna was mean he would keep going and fuck you dumb until you cant take anymore. but he was nice and considering it being your first one, he wanted to treat you. so he changed his pace, swallowing your whines with his tongue as you twitched against his slowing fingers. 

taking his fingers out of you, he moved over your body, pressing his lips into you and swallowing your some moans that were just sending blood straight to his dick. you watched as suna brought his fingers up to his mouth, keeping his eyes on you as he licked them clean before pressing his lips back onto yours. you whined, tasting yourself on your tongue while you explored his mouth. when he pulled away once more you were met with a shit eating grin. 

“so i’m guessing it felt good,” he cocked his head to the side as he spoke and you were just about ready to push him away before you noticed that the sheets below you were wet. 

“fuck off,” you tried to pretend to be angry as you playfully shoved his shoulder. he held a hand up in surrender, batting his eyelashes as he tried to appear innocent.

“i’ll take it as a yes.”

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3 ʟᴏʙʙʏ ﹕ꜰɪʟᴍᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

[f4xrocket]

ALL A GAME ๋࣭ ⭑r. suna

chapter 9: broachacho

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notes:

- no one will ever know how nervous Suna was for that date

- “suna you got this” he said as he stared at himself in his bathroom mirror

- yn went through her entire closet, so stressed

- oikawas tweet was ab suna and yns date

- you best KNOW the debrief with yn, Alisa, and Yachi was insane

- except it really wasn’t because yn refused to admit to anyone that she actually enjoys sunas company

- yn made that secret account JUST for this

- chapter is short but that’s all I got

[ninapi]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Suna Version ╝

Premise: Being the first born of the most prominent house in the village, it was a pressing matter for Suna to deliver as future head of his clan. High expectations were set for him which sent him your way, only for him to realize you were all he really needed.

Word Count: 3203

Chapter 1: Defensive

Rin was a simple man; complicated things weren’t his favorite and he was usually against them by all means.

When it was agreed you would be spending your time in the ‘Suna Inn’ instead of the Miya household, Rin thought this would give him the upper hand in the game, that spending time with his family would sway you over to his side and possibly win the right to your hand, but in all truth, he wasn’t really thinking of what all of that even entailed.

At first, all he wanted was to impress and make you feel comfortable enough, you’ve had gone through a lot lately, the realization that the cure to your disease wasn’t as easy to obtain was also a hard blow on your face, so all he could do for the time being was to make you feel at home.

Or that’s what he thought a good husband would do, and apparently he wanted you to believe he would one day be just that.

He wasn’t wrong though.

The room he gave you wasn’t big or full of luxuries, it wasn’t a castle of any sort but a family owned inn and that could be felt clearly in the air.

You got your own brand new comfy futon, a small coffee table with a tea set and a little closet full with kimonos and all possible accessories to match them with. But not only that, there was also a uniform that matched the one used by everyone around the Inn, one with your name tag on it and a silent promise of a normal life hanging from your closet.

You weren’t forced to work, but Rin thought you’d eventually get bored if you had nothing to do and wanted to make you understand you were no prisoner of his, you could make yourself useful whenever you felt like it and you would get monetary compensation if you did want to work; but you were also welcomed to stay in your room and rest for as long as you wanted; a roof over your head and warm meals always there for you no matter what your decision was.

And rest you did, but for a couple of days only though. 

Once you were fully recovered, you were seen wearing the lovely uniform Rin laid for you in no time. 

You’ve never worked in the industry before and had no idea what needed to be done, but Rin caught you bright and early hiding behind a wall as you tried to understand what everyone was doing and how could you help them with their tasks.

Surprisingly, the sight of you so immersed in the learning process, earned a rare smile from the sly fox’s handsome face.

It was cute, the way your tiny hands held onto the side of the wall while peeking at the elders cleaning the floors. The way you would take notes in a little notepad you found in your room. The way the uniform fit so prettily snugged in every single one of your curves, how the colors accentuated your features, how beautifully you fitted into the overall picture of his family business and home. 

It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would, having you around.

You hadn’t complained once about anything, did your own bed, fetched your own meals, even if you were still weak and needed rest, you were never a bother to any. On the contrary, since your arrival things had been brighter.

His mother for instance, was thrilled. Having another girl around or as she said with her own words ‘having another daughter to dot on’ was making her glow with excitement.

Her actual daughter is still pretty young and the things they can do together are quite limited, but you, being closer to Rin in age, (physically at least if we ignore the fact that he is over two hundred years old), allowed her to indulge in some other womanly practices. She started by sharing bath time with you wanting you to feel comfortable in the open air baths, then it escalated when she helped you get into your kimono, dried your hair, styled it and even stayed in your room after hours simply chatting over a cup of tea.

It was like having a friend, having a brand new daughter was more than excilerating, it was a dream. Rin being Rin, she always thought he’d never be able to find a suitable match, and the fact that you were a human was already not ideal, but after getting to know you, she was more than certain she wanted you to be part of her family.

Her other daughter was no exception to this. Having a sister figure was beyond her wildest dreams. She always thought if she’d ever have one would be a younger one, so getting the loving older sister figure she always dreamt of was even a bit overwhelming for her. She’s still fairly young and her brother isn’t just way older but he’s also responsible for the reception of the guests and overall functioning of the inn, there was just no time to play.

But even if you were still weak you gave her your time, she brought books so you could read together aiming to keep you entertained as you got better and you were even teaching her how to knit, bonding as family had never been more wholesome for lady Suna.

But you’re wrong if you think that’s all. We can’t leave Suna papa out of the equation, even if he’s the most reserved of the lot, he still enjoys having you around. Your cooking skills are a welcomed asset to the inn and your kindness just made everyone feel at ease. But more than anything, he loved the influence you had on his eldest son.

Rin wasn’t really interested in his succession. 

He always knew the inn was his responsibility, that he would have to take over completely at some point and he took things for granted, it was his already after all, it’s not like he had to fight for his rights or anything.

But he’s never been one to be on top of things, to be proactive, he did things just because he had to, without joy in the slightest. 

That changed the moment you came in with him.

Nowadays, he’s the first one up every morning. He goes straight to your room as he is supposed to ‘wake you up’, but in reality, he sits by your side until you stir, then gets up and brings you breakfast. Once you’re done eating he checks your head wound and then goes off to work. A routine of some sorts. A wonderful one, because before any of this, he wouldn’t leave his room until ten minutes before opening time, hardly cleaned after himself and even breakfast was a nuisance to him.

Life had changed quite a bit for the Suna family, and it was for the best.

“Are you planning to stay there hiding all morning? Cuz I could use your help in the front desk.” the sound of his mellow voice made jump out of your skin, you hadn’t notice he was there, or how he’s been there for a while just plainly looking at you.

“Really? Sure, what do you need me for?” excitement was written on your face, you weren’t sure if in your current conditions you’d be able to take on cleaning duty and while you’re fine with cooking, it’s very different cooking for a family of five than for an entire inn full of guests.

“Yeah, I can take care of checking them in and out and you can guide them to their rooms and make sure nobody forgot anything behind, how does that sound?” it was even better than you expected, not at all harsh on your body and you’d still be of use, fantastic news.

“Great! You don’t need to pay me by the way…I know what you said, but it’s more than enough payment keeping a roof over my head and keeping me well fed, not to mention all the clothing and things you’ve gotten for me. I probably owe you money at this point.” your cute giggles were a blessing for sore ears, they never failed to brighten any room you were at and lighten the mood of anyone in it, softening a heart or two on the way.

“As you wish but do let me know if you need anything or want to buy something. I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.” nodding eagerly you trailed behind him towards your new job.

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You found your own pace quite fast at the front desk, nobody would put in doubt that you two were the happy marriage that owned the inn, even if that wasn’t the case, it was hoped it would at some point.

The regulars would come and greet you from time to time, even staying a couple extra nights to help with the business, anything to spend a while more in your presence and make sure the new village’s darling was still in good health.

The rumors of your ‘curse’ were flowing around the village, some, more so than others, tried as much as they could to find any information on the blessing or some sort of medication that could help you getting better; nobody wanted you to leave this world so soon, you just arrived to theirs and they wanted you there, even the elders took a liking to you now that even the leader of the village seemed to be interested in something beyond his duties.

“(Y/N), Mr. Tanabe brought you this…” Rin held the translucent bag while pinching his nose with his other hand, a deep scowl covering his features and startling you, he’s such a nice old man, why would he leave something like that for you-?

“W-what is it, R-rin…?” it looked like monster vomit, and it smelled just like it too.

“Not sure, he said it contains spider venom so it had to be taken in small doses every morning for seven days. Something to do with your coughing fits…” he would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried. You two make a great team and life wasn’t so dull anymore since you became a part of his daily life, but he wasn’t sure what he could do to help, if he could even do anything at all.

“Oh ok, I will then. The acupuncture helped a lot, he seems to know what he is doing.” your soft smile hid fear behind its loveliness, he knew it and could feel it, it couldn’t fool him, not him at least.

“(Y/N) is it getting worse again? Are you sure you don’t prefer going with the leader? He might be able to help you find a cure…Not like I want you out of here or anything…just wondering since you don’t seem to be getting any better…” his frown was visible from your angle and without thinking it twice you held his face between both of your hands, looking straight into his eyes, “Yes/no questions time. Do you want me to leave this house?” a silly game you both liked to play when things were getting difficult to process, conversation wise.

“No.”

“Do you want me to stop working with you?”

“No.”

“Do you like peanut butter?”

“What-?”

“Just answer dammit.”

“Fine, yes.”

“Ok good, just making sure you’re paying attention. Next, do you like having me around?” this time he took a little longer to reply, nodding instead of uttering the actual word.

“Do you like me…?” he nodded once more.

“As a future wife or just as a co-worker…?”

“I thought you said yes/no questions…” his cheeks were getting warmer at the touch and a little red as well.

“Rin…”

“Ok, ok, yes I do like you as a future wife…but I like you as a coworker too, just for the record.” lately you’ve been more than accepting the outcome of said fate, and you weren’t really ashamed of it honestly. Originally you were just thinking about ways of getting yourself cured, you did make a promise, one to get better and continue living no matter the cost, one promise you weren’t thinking of breaking, and if marrying a fox would help, you’d try that, gladly. But since you started spending time not just with everyone in the inn but also Rin, you were kind of looking forward to it more than just accepting what was being imposed to you. And it would be a lie to say you weren’t happy to hear those words coming out of his pretty lips just now.

“Then why do you want to send me away to the arms of some other man!?” your cute pout made him sigh, that’s not what he meant, and you knew it, but you were testing more than one thing with this question, and his lack of patience was one of them.

“I don’t want you in some other man’s arms, ok? But you have to be alive to be my wife and I don’t think I have what it takes to get you the blessing, (Y/N)….” letting go of his face you slouched, resting your forehead on his shoulder, “What do you think true love really is, Rin?”

“Is that a rhetorical question, or…?” he looked down at you, slight embarrassment lacing his every word.

“Just answer…”

“Hmm…I’ve never really been interested in that sort of thing, you know this. But if I had to say what it was, I think true love is when your lost heart finds itself in someone else’s. Does that make sense?” that made you look up at him, his eyes were a tad more open than usual, sparkles overflowing his orbs, it could be all your imagination, but he looked beautiful, nonetheless.

“A bit. Why do you think that?”

“Well, I don’t know. Just thought that’s what it probably is about. Feeling more comfortable with someone else than you are with your own self. That’s quite rare if you ask me…and like I don’t know…finding answers to questions you always had about yourself being answered by that person instead, it’s quite a revelation, mind you, so it’s gotta be that.” quiet giggles left your lips, making him smile, “Is this about you having a mild allergy to tomatoes?”

“How could you know that when I didn’t? I’ve been living in my own body for two hundred years and I didn’t know, mind blowing…”

Your giggles turned to laughter, his fingers finding your own and lacing them together, “Does that mean I’m your true love, Suna Rintarou?” he just shrugged pulling you over to the counter so you could start greeting today’s guests. “If that’s what love actually is, then probably. But who knows, we are no experts in the subject, apparently.”

“That, we are not. But if that’s what it is, then we might get the blessing eventually, don’t you think? Sending me over to the Kita castle seems a bit too much for me…” squeezing his hand gently, you attempted the prettiest puppy eyes you could muster, making him sigh once more, deeper and louder this time around, “Fine, you stay where you are, and I get rid of the lurking pests.” said comment was said while glaring at Atsumu who was peeking through a back door, attempting to steal you away as he usually does; a light tap on the side of your bum indicating for you to go hide in the kitchen.

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Things were going great at the inn, as months went by more customers were coming in from out of town for the fall festival, you two had improved the service and even the way things used to be done around for the best, this forcing his dad to make a sudden declaration, he would be retiring as off next weekend. And not just that, he’d be taking his wife along, it was time for both of them to take a very well-deserved long vacation and that one house they bought by the edge of the river for summer breaks seemed to be ready to become their one and only home for whatever it was left of their life.

Meaning, Rintarou and his ‘bride’ would be taking over not only the inn entirely, but also getting the house that came along with it.

Lady Suna was to move into the castle soon as the elders declared you were a danger to the balance among the clans and the marriage should be sealed even if it was only with a blood pact while she was of age, so nobody would put in doubt the loyalty of their leader.

So, the house was to be left completely empty for just the two of you, “Well, I would hope you fill it up again soon though, my dear…if you know what I mean…” a not-so-subtle wink was thrown your way as Rin’s mother packed her bag with excitement.

“Mother would you stop bothering us about the pups thing? We get it ok? You want them soon, we know, but things don’t just work that way…we need…well you know…” he was now facing the wall, hoping none of you could see how his face was as red as it could possibly be.

“What? What is it that you need? You have time…you live together…we are even leaving you alone for good now. What else could you possibly need, son? Is it that you have a problem getting it-“

“MOTHER”

“WHAT?”

“It’s not that ok…? It’s not…that…” you came over to the rescue, getting in between the two of them, one of your arms sneaking around his mid-section while you smiled at his mother.

“We’ll work on it, I promise.”

“We will?” he was now looking down at you, a horrified expression taking over fairly quickly at your statement.

“Do you not want me to have your pups-?”

A hand landed over his face, slowly going down in desperation, “You two are just the same, I can’t fight against you…You know what? Fine, let’s work on that. Don’t tell me later your water broke, whatever that means…you asked for it…” huffing, he left the room, leaving the two of you chuckling in the background at his cute antics.

It was true, he couldn’t fight you no matter what and that makes him think maybe you’re right, maybe true love is just that and maybe you two are already experiencing it, little by little he can’t think of a future without you in it, who would tie his uniform how he likes it? Who would be there to make him feel safe and wanted, who would be there to hold his hand when he is overly irritated and doesn’t even remember how to breathe?

Yeah, maybe that’s just what it is…

But what if he doesn’t want all these responsibilities just yet?

The inn, the business in general, his sister’s betrothal, his house being his entirely now, a bride, pups…

Even if the outcome of all that seemed what he wanted for his future, he wasn’t quite sure if he was ready for the complete package just yet…

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pussy inspector rin. — suna x you | hq

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

Suna Rintaro who lets you get away with a lot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It is harmless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did i say you could move?"

"T-then you move, Rin— ah—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ri—ah, Rin, feels— h-ngh."

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

And then—

Gone.

"Rintaro!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you do.

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

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

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

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

Suna Rintaro who lets you get away with a lot.

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

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

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

Well, maybe not a whole lot.

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[suhkusa]

BLAH BLAH BLAH - A HAIKYUU SMAU

PAIRING. Rintaro Suna x f!Reader

CW. college au, same universe as a secret alliance, enemies to lovers, forced proximity trope, angst and fluff, they’re both stubborn assholes (romantic?), language, some written content, fighting and arguments, suggestive/mature humor, lowkey some sexual tension, most likely ooc

STATUS. COMPLETED!

SUMMARY. Rintaro finally decides to hops on the MysMatch* train. When he and his match finally meet up, it’s his luck when the person is none other than his sworn enemy— Y/N. You would think after that unlucky meeting you wouldn’t have to deal with him again, but it seems fate has other plans for you.

* MysMatch - an app where you can match anonymously with strangers online and chat

INTRO.

1. IN THE FLESH

2. OPPOSITION

3. BANNED FROM TINDER

4. LIE AND DECEIVE

5. MAN PUSSY

6. FUCK BIGDICKR

7. VENOMOUS MOTHS

8. WEIRD BY CONNECTION

9. SHIT DRINK

10. BOX BREATHING

11. PARTY POOPER

12. ON THE GROUND

13. YOU

14. MY DIGNITY

15. CALVIN KLEIN

16. PSYCHOANALYZING

17. GHOSTED

18. CAUGHT UP

19. ACTUALLY PSYCHOPATHIC

20. LIE ABOUT IT

21. NOTHING

22. I FUCKING HATE HIM

23. SUCK DICK ON ACCIDENT

END.

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[lightaflaem]

𝐩𝐨𝐯: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭.

pairing: tattoo artist!suna x f!reader

genre: semi-angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, suggestive

word count: 5.1k

content warnings: profanities, suggestive themes, mentions of needles, sticks, poking, sharp objects, blood, mentions of abuse, scars, violence, trauma, addiction

summary: after countless attempts to convince your tattoo artist college friend, suna rintaro, to do your body art, you couldn’t understand why he keeps on rejecting you. not until he told and showed you the real reason why.

“Is this the chair where your clients sit to get their tattoos done?” you asked, pointing at the leather chair in front of you.

“Yeah, where else do you think I got it done?” Suna answered, not removing his eyes from the patterned tape he’s been wrapping on the grip on the gun.

“So, when are you going to do mine?” you hopped on the leather material, arm resting on the extended side as you clean your antecubital area with your other free hand. It’s obviously not set for your height as you tried making yourself comfortable on the depthness of the chair.

“Very funny, Y/N. Now get off that chair and help me set these up. There's small sized gloves under the cabinet beside that chair, wear those before touching anything.” he ordered, not giving a single fuck about your question. Rolling your eyes, you stood up and started searching for the gloves in the compartment.

“Why won’t you do my tatts?”

“‘Cause you're my friend.”

“Seriously, Rintaro? You have favoritism.”

“Seriously, Y/N. I don’t have favoritism and I don’t do tatts for my friends because I already know them. My brain becomes a mush when it comes to thinking of designs when I already know the person.”

Your jaw dropped at his answer. You don’t buy it. Seriously, what the fuck is he playing with? Irked, you intentionally wore the pair of latex with much more force, making it slap against your wrist hard enough to leave marks. You placed a sterile mat on the stainless surface of the table, aligning the vaseline-coated small cups horizontally and started loading it up with black and red inks.

“You’d make a great apprentice.” he commented as he watched you do the preparations the same way he does it before every session. Each and every step was done with fragility, just like how you retained his routine by watching him do the same thing for the past few years of being with him.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to get a red tattoo,” you spoke as you continued filling the cups. “It’s sexy and I think I’ll look hot in it.”

“But you always look hot, with or without that red ink.” Suna said casually, making your heartbeat accelerate but you didn’t let it get into you because he probably said it to his clients most of the time.

“I know right. That’s why when my college friend became a tattoo artist, the force of getting it done doubled up. Specifically by him.” you know that you didn’t fail to emphasize how badly you wanted to get your body art done by him but maybe for him, he saw it as nothing but a mere compliment for his works.

Who would have thought that the quiet kid from one of your elective classes way back in college a few years ago who subsequently also became your close friend because of a mutual friend, the Miya twins, who were your classmates since you’re in elementary school, will become a famous tattoo artist specializing in line arts, minimalism, and patchworks.

Suna also probably never saw that his future will be like this. From just surviving everyday to a big time personality of inks and needles. With the freedom and peace he gained from following his calling, he also took a leap of faith to change his physical appearance from cropping his hair shorter, both arms, chest, and neck full of patchwork of random tattoos, and his signature snake bites that captivated the hearts of his crowd.

He never liked fame, though. He always hides whenever he’s got the chance to escape from paparazzi and respectfully declines the clients he doesn't want to work with and cannot work with. He's hard to get. That makes him more fascinating in the eyes of others. It’s like he’s hidden behind those inks and it will take thousands of needles to uncover. He’s surely one of a kind.

His skill in generating different designs specifically for each client is no joke. A lot of local and international artists and internet personalities are hitting up his instagram direct messages, asking for his details of booking. You vividly remember one of his interviews wherein he was asked if he ever recycled a design for different clients and what makes him unique from other tattoo artists. He answered“Each client has their own blueprint depending on their cup of tea. That’s what makes me unique from other artists. I created my own scheme and let it align on my client’s skin like it’s running out of breath and ink’s the only thing it needed to satisfy its hunger.”

He’s distinct. He’s consistent. He’s a genius.

But why the hell wouldn't he do your tattoo?

“You're an ink virgin, right? Why do you want to get your tattoo done by me so much?” With much curiosity, Suna leaned against the chair, arms crossing against his chest as his eyes squeezed, waiting to scrutinize your answer.

“Why not? It’s because it’s you.” you simply answered back, finally capping the bottle of ink. In your peripheral vision, you saw how Suna’s eyes dilated but still kept his unpleasant posture. “But if you don’t want to ink my body then it’s fine with me. I’ve been pestering you about it since you started and it’s been a few years. I’m not getting any younger, that's why I wanted to at least get my first tattoo before I turn 27.”

Taken aback by your statement, Suna stayed quiet for a few seconds. Finished with your extra lending hands with his set up, you threw the pair of gloves into the yellow trash bag and finally faced the 6 '1 guy. Suna’s lips were pursed before he licked the lower part, tasting the cold metal of his lip piercing.

“Where do you want to get your first tatts?” he questioned as his gaze started lingering on your bare skin.

“I don’t know, do you have a preferred part?” you threw back, not having a single clue on where you wanted to get your first one.

Removing himself from the chair, he took a step forward, slowly making his way towards you. You weren’t sure why but your feet felt like it was glued on the ground. The vision started to get blurry, almost feeling dizzy but you found your vision focusing more on Suna, who’s already in front of you with a small curve of smile written on his face.

“If you ask me where,” he lifted his hand, letting his delicate fingers glide from your shoulder up to your collarbone that sent shivers to your spine. “I prefer it to be somewhere where others can’t see it. Somewhere where I’m the only one who can see it. Somewhere exclusive only for me.” he smirked and pulled himself away from you. “Kidding. Your body, your rules.”

His touch left your skin yet you could still feel his cold fingertips against yours. You felt your breathing stopped as you held it the whole moment he was in front of you and whispered those words to you. Damn you, Suna. He surely knew how to shake your whole existence in a few words.

“I’ll be going away for three days. I’ll go to Tokyo to attend a tattoo convention.” he spoke, not letting his gaze wander to anywhere except you. “If you happen to finally be decisive about the placement before I get back, I’ll do your tatts. In exchange, I’ll tell and show you something.” 

You grinned, finally hitting the jackpot. Bingo.

“Deal. I’ll see you in three days.” 

Suna let out a small chuckle when he saw how happy your eyes were. Silly, he thought. Who knew that a single tattoo could mean the world to a 25-year-old adult like you?

“Oh before I forget,” he suddenly remembered, turning to you once more. “Don’t worry. I’ll update for the next three days.”

“Holy shit, Rintaro finally agreed to do yer tatts?!” Atsumu exclaimed, almost flipping the table.

“Shut your mouth, you’re spitting the best burger in Hyogo all over the place!” His twin brother, Osamu snarked at him.

Despite graduating from college and living your lives separately, one becoming a professional volleyball player for Japan, the other opening his own onigiri business, and you having your own clothing line, you couldn’t ignore the fact that the Miya twins literally have a special place in your heart. So here you are, sitting across them in a fast food chain with burgers and fries stuffed in your mouth as you continued catching up with each other’s lives after a few months of not seeing each other.

The twins know how much you wanted to get your first tattoo from Rintaro. Giving all their best shots and trying everything within their might, they still cannot lure their old mate into the trap. They were always shut down by Suna, especially Atsumu since he’s the one who’s been doing all of the talking and bargaining because apparently, he’s got a big mouth according to their fox-eyed friend.

They even went as far as recruiting the innocent Sakusa Kiyoomi, also one of their tattoo artist friends who recently opened his shop to blackmail Suna into inking your body; however, the latter just scoffed at their failed idea and told them to try harder again next time. With that, Atsumu shouldered Sakusa’s business permit expenses as a “payment” for pestering him.

“I mean, I’m also surprised, ‘yah know? It took me years to persuade him and now I just have to decide for the placement. But I would love to get it in red ink, though.” you shared your thoughts as you sipped from your diet cola.

“Did you already have a placement in your mind? Maybe your shoulders?” Osamu pointed at your exposed skin from wearing a tank top.

You just shrugged because honestly, you haven’t given it much thought yet. “I have an idea. But Rin told me that he prefers to do it somewhere exclusive only for him.” 

Atsumu bursted out, laughing his whole ass off that earned a few stares from the people around you. You and Osamu were puzzled, giving him a tyrannical look.

“Fucking hell, man. I am so proud,” he said between his laughs. “Rinrin has grown into a man! He’s got balls, Y/N! He finally got the dick, Samu!”

The rest of the night went well as you guys hit karaoke and arcade after dinner just like the old days. If it wasn’t for Atsumu’s official schedule the following day, the three of you plan to invite Suna for a drink because he’s finally returning back tonight from his 3-day tattoo convention in Tokyo. 

He kept his word on updating you. The very first thing that you saw when you opened your eyes on his first day in Tokyo was a ‘good morning’ text, followed by a mirror picture of him wearing a featured shirt from your summer collection. You blushed at the fact that he’s wearing your own creation even though he’s very supportive of it since the very start. He looked really good in your design.You told him that he doesn’t need to update you that much but his response was ‘Na uh. I’ll still update you so hurry up and think about where you wanted to get it, Ma’am.’. You knew that it was just a polite term yet, it’s enough to make your knees feel weak. But you were quick enough to shake the thoughts off, thinking that it’s just a friendly term to address his future client.

As the darkness engulfed the sky, the twins dropped you off in front of your apartment and bid them goodbye. It’s already 9 in the evening and you wonder if Suna’s already back in Hyogo because your message was left delivered and you haven’t received a single text from him since this afternoon.

As if on cue, your phone buzzed, flashing Suna’s contact photo on the screen.

Rintaro is calling…

“Yo.” you answered, unlocking the door of your unit.

“Ma’am? Did you just get home?” his raspy voice boomed on the other line of the phone. You never knew how much you longed for his presence, not until you heard his voice again for the first time in 3 days.

“Yup. We went to karaoke and arcade after dinner. We’re supposed to invite you for drinks but Tsumu’s got an official sched tomorrow.” you paused, kicking your shoe on the rack. “How about you? Did you just get home?”

“Yeah. Just got here and the first thing I did was to call you after fully charging my phone. It’s been dead since afternoon because I lost my charger. M’sorry for not messaging you.” you don’t know if you’re just a little bit tired from earlier but you could sense the hidden craving behind his voice.

“It’s okay, Rin. It’s no big deal,” you assured, as it was really not a big deal for you. “So, about the offer.”

You heard him clicking his tongue, followed by a soft chuckle. “Have you thought where you wanted to get your first ones, Ma’am?”

“Mhm. You wanna know where?” 

“Surprise me.”

It made you giggle like a highschool kid talking to her crush for the first time. Suna is really good with his words. On the other line, Suna was leaning his head against his black bed frame, unintentionally scratching his bare chest as he’s not used to wearing a top inside his house and saw it. He took a deep breath before biting his lower lip to surpass the fact that he’s thrilled with the thought of him finally marking your skin.

“Where do you want to get it done? It can be in my studio but I can also do home service, exclusive only for you.”

“I want to get it done in the studio. I wanted to experience sitting in your leather chair as a client, Sir.”

Damn. Something ignited inside Suna when he heard you calling Sir, right back when he started calling you Ma’am. It’s like a switch being flipped on. Composing his mind and shaking any thoughts, he nodded as if you’re seeing him right now.

“Alright then. We’ll start tomorrow at nine in the morning. Make sure to get enough sleep, eat breakfast and drink water. I’ll brief you tomorrow once we’re there, Ma’am. Remember that in exchange, I’ll tell and show you something.” he reminded, knowing that you don’t like going to bed early.

“Wow, your customer service is top tier.” you commended as your mind started intensifying with the thought of finally doing it tomorrow.

“Exclusive only for you, Ma’am.” he reminded once again, trying to hint you up.

“Okay, Sir. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll see you. Good night, Y/N.”

Fuck. It’s not the first time Suna has said that to you but your insides are rumbling. You felt your blood rushing as your vital organ increased the pumping because anytime now, you could feel suffocated from the excitement. Calm down. Calm down.

“Good night, Rin.”

With that, he let you hang up the call. Later that night, you tried your best to get a good night's sleep yet in your fantasy, you still feel like you’re sleep calling with Suna. You couldn’t take your mind off with his words earlier. He’s going to tell and show you something? Still trying to squeeze every cell of your brain, you cannot pulp any idea on what it’s going to be.

You just hope it’s nothing serious because it’s actually scary, the thought of him being dead serious on something. You shrugged off any negative thoughts and wished that it's nothing because you wouldn’t be able to grasp if it’s going to significantly impact your life in a pessimistic way. You might lose your shit because you know that you’re clearly, madly, deeply attached to Suna Rintaro.

“So this is how it feels like to sit right here.” you spoke with awe as you comfortably aligned yourself with the chair’s depth. It was adjusted perfectly for your height.

Suna grinned, setting up the materials on the stainless table beside you. You offered to help but he quickly declined it, reasoning that you’re here as a client today, not as his self-labeled apprentice.

Despite being here lots of time already, it felt like this was the first time you’ve seen his studio. The details you didn’t notice before suddenly popped in your vision, such as the fern green wallpaper and plants that he’s been watering regularly. On the outside, it looks like Suna’s more of a monochrome guy but in reality, he adores green so much because according to him, it brings the dull color into life. For him, it feels like life.

You also noticed the usual well-lit led ceiling lights wrapped around the four corners of his studio are now dimly-lit as well as the aroma of lavender mint from his scented candles that he ignited for the first time since he got it lingering probably to cover up the smell of blood, dead skin, and ink. Oh, and there’s also an inspired portrait of his favorite characters from his favorite movies drawn in his own artstyle framed and hung on the walls. His usual arctic monkeys and heavy metal playlist was replaced with some 88rising, r&b, and keshi which are you favorite artists and genre at the moment,

You never took your time to appreciate Suna’s studio this much until now. 

“Okay Ma’am, show me where you wanted it to be placed.” he asked, almost ordering you. Taking a deep inhale, you were surely nervous as heck right now but you already made your mind. Somewhere where he’s the only one who can see it. Somewhere exclusive only for him, huh?

You slowly lifted your white shirt, revealing your red lace bralette that perfectly hugged your breasts. You specifically chose this outfit for this occasion. Swallowing a lump, you pointed at your waist up to the side of your right boob, passing it and nearly up to your armpit. “Here. I wanted to get it here.”

Suna was quiet the whole time yet his widened foxy eyes tell you otherwise. He’s speechless. His eyes were fixated on you, admiring the view which he saw for the first time. He knows that you’re sexy and elegant, but he didn’t expect that you’re this sexy. In his eyes, you are the most beautiful art he’s ever seen in his whole life. He fought the urge to hold you in your waist because he wanted to feel your skin against his.

“Tough spot. Damn Ma’am, you’re courageous.” he commented on your preference. You felt your cheeks heating up as embarrassment started creeping in because Suna hasn’t removed his gaze yet on your body. “Can I…touch it? I’ll just…assess it.”

You nodded, pressing your lips together as Suna’s gloved hand made its way to your body. He traced your torso up to your ribcage and he couldn’t help but to squeeze a small smile in between.

“Will it hurt?” you hesitantly asked.

“It will. But I’ll be gentle, I promise.” you almost choked on his answer because it gave you other ideas. “Now make yourself comfortable. Tell me if it hurts, we’ll take a break. I’ll do my best to make it painless but I cannot guarantee.”

You fixed your position on the inclined chair, making yourself at home on your left side but your torso was slightly flattened down, facing him to get a better access to the area, especially your sides up to your armpit. Suna sat down in the swivel stool and faced you from your left, maintaining his demeanor as he grabbed the stencil he prepared. You intentionally didn’t ask about the design he planned because you also wanted to surprise yourself with Suna's creativity. You wanted to astonish yourself and it pretty much tells how big your trust is when it comes to Suna.

Once he’s done with shaving the excess hair, the paper hits your side, tickling your skin as Suna’s gloved hand starts flattening it against your body. It was followed by the cold sensation of the adhesive washing the paper. His right pinky accidentally brushed against your boob, making you scream internally. In no time, he’s already removing the piece of paper, indicating that the stencil’s already in place.

Suna licked his lower lip and you noticed how he wore his usual snake bites differently today by swapping the horseshoe jewelry into a plain one. He pushed himself forward but still maintained the distance between the two of you. Reaching out for the tattoo gun, you’ve already had an idea how it sounded but when he tested it and made a whirring sound that buzzed on your ears, you found yourself clutching the hem of Suna’s shirt due to the tense building up inside your stomach.

“You alright, Y/N?” he asked, staring down at you. The whole point of view sent you to spiral as you never imagined yourself being under Suna.

“Yeah, sorry. I hope you don’t mind this.” you pointed at your hands curled into his shirt which earned him a few laughs. Suna thought that it was so fucking cute when look so small to him.

“You’re free to hold me wherever.” he smiled, caressing your exposed shoulder as a sign of assurance. “Remember that if it hurts too much, just tap out and we can take a break, Ma’am.”

Bobbing your head, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath as the sound of the gun reverberated once again. Suna started poking the needle against your skin. The first five minutes were much more uncomfortable rather than painful - almost feeling like a slow rug burn. However, as he moved upwards and started hitting the bones of your side ribs, it started feeling hell that you couldn’t help but small whimpers escaped from your mouth. It stings like crazy.

“Are you okay? We can take a break. Do you want some water?” Suna offered concern as he saw your forehead creased into an agonizing expression.

“N-no, just continue. I’ll eventually get used to it.” you declared, not wanting to raise your white flag.

Suna nodded and started working on it again. You could feel like he’s outlining something in more of a swivel way. You could also feel like there’s a lot of lines and shading going on. The next 30 minutes were spent with the two of you talking about college, reminiscing the memories you shared together as well as with the Miya twins. Another 30 minutes and he’s already wrapping up by taking one last wipe before applying the tattoo jelly on the area. 

“I thought that it will be painful as fuck,” you said truthfully. “You wrecked my expectations, Rin.” 

“Well, it’s an honor to be complimented by you. I told you, I’ll be gentle.” he winked, removing his gloves on his hands. “Congratulations, Y/N. You’re no longer a tattoo virgin.”

Laughters echoed in the room as he clapped at your achievement. He grabbed the mirror that was lying beside your chair and signaled you to sit up. Obeying him, you lifted yourself as you felt your skin being stretched.

“I hope you like my design, Y/N.” flipping the mirror, you saw your inked skin for the first time.

Your mouth parted, eyes filled with wonderstruck. 

There’s a lot of fine lines from the upper part of your side, down to your ribs, and finally your waist. The lines were broken yet some of them were connected with each other. In the middle, there’s multiple flowers drawn in outline, looking like they have bloomed together. You couldn’t elucidate the design in words yet your brain could tell how it looks and your heart could tell how it feels like to be inked distinctively.

You finally understood why they call Suna a genius. Because he’s the only one who has the ability to make you feel like you're abstract and he’s the only one who can understand you.

“Do you like it?” he asked, a little bit nervous as you stayed silent.

“Like?” you questioned. “I fucking love it, Rintarou. I love it so much that it made me speechless… Thank you. Wow…Seriously, thank you.”

You’re not kidding. You’re not exaggerating. You were at a loss for words because only the silence of appreciation could speak for right now on how you feel about the design.

Pleased, a genuine smile carved on Suna’s lips as he watched you beaming with joy on your first body art done by none other than him.

“Now in exchange, I want you to pop my shirt.” he cleared his throat, bringing the mirror down as he signaled you.. Your face was puzzled. Pop…his shirt? “Come here, Y/N. Take off my shirt.”

You were hesitant at first but you gradually moved towards him and lifted his shirt out of his body. You have never seen him shirtless before because as far as you know, it makes him uncomfortable to show some skin to others before that’s why you never saw him wearing sleeveless before. And now he’s asking you to pop his shirt for what reason?

Pulling the fabric above, Suna’s exposed skin was hit with the cool air. You gasped when you saw multiple scars across the chest and lower body. Some of them formed multiple layers above each other, making the skin rise from its base. He doesn’t have any tattoo in his lower body but he has one in his chest, near his heart. And it was…shit. Could it be…?

“You see, Y/N, I never really talked about this before but my dad used to uh, beat me up with a socket wrench when I was a child,” he spoke, voice filled with coldness. “He’s an addict and whenever he doesn’t have the money to support his damn addiction, he’ll find another way to release his stress and that is to beat me up whenever he’s got the fucking chance.”

You felt like all the nerves in your body were paralyzed as your eyes slowly widened, sinking his words inside your head. He’s dad is what? Beating him? With a socket wrench? Fuck.

“I thought I wouldn’t be able to reach college, ya know? That’s why when I was given the privilege to still continue my education, I didn’t let it go to waste as I thought that it was the only way to escape from the madness of my life.” his fingers brushed against his scars. It was healed, probably years ago yet you could visibly see the paint being painted on his face as he felt the trace of his yesterday.

“And suddenly, all of this turned all the way around when I became friends with the twins and you.” he lifted his gaze, maintaining his eye contact with you. Something ignited inside Suna when he met your orbs. He felt like colors bursted in his eyes. “When my dad finally got the help he needed and I made peace with whatever demons I have, that’s when I felt like I had another chance with life. That’s why when I started taking interest in inking, I took it very seriously because for the first time, I saw that I finally saw that I got the chance to stand in life. To live, not just to survive.”

The sincere confession made a short pang inside your heart. All this time, he was hurting. All the damn time, he’s living his life in hell. And being friends with him, just being by his side, made him realize that he can finally free himself from the uncanny of his life.

“The reason why I keep on rejecting your request is because I am not ready yet. Y/N, I spent my whole career crafting the most unique design I could ever create for you. Just for you. I wanted to make it the best among the rest. Also, as cheesy as it may sound, I wanted to be the man worthy of inking your very first tattoo.”

You felt like your heart’s going feral inside your ribcage. Suna stood up in front of you, bare bodies touching each other. You could feel his minty hot breath tickling your nose despite the coldness of the room. Slowly, he grabbed both of your hands and intertwined your fingers together before bringing it in front of you to plant a soft kiss on it.

“I’m sorry that it took me this much time to be worthy of everything. Thank you for not giving up on me. You may notice the lines in your tattoos, it represents the thought of despite being broken, you could still find your way back and bloom within it. Y/N, you gave me that reason to bloom again at my own pace.”

He dragged your hands in his chest, making you feel the only tattoo he has on his upper body. “Y/N, this is your initials. This was my very first tattoo and I intentionally got it in my heart so that whenever I hold my heart, I’ll always remember that you’re here.”

Suna’s eyes glimmered, mirroring yours as you could feel him getting more emotional any second. Giving up, you stood on your toes, enclosing the centimeters given between the two of you by latching your lips to his. Without giving it a second thought, Suna pulled you closer, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. It was a hot, wet kiss that the two of you shared as tears started tearing down in your cheeks. When Suna tasted the salty liquid, he finally let his guard down and cried himself between the sloppy kiss.

Pulling away, both of you were panting as your cheeks were stained with the liquid that you shared. You let out a chuckle and pulled him into a tight hug which he gladly returned.

“You’re never late, Suna. You will always be the tattoo artist that captivated my heart, no matter what and no matter how long it takes. I’ll always wait for your creations, and I’ll kiss every one of your flaws until you realize you’re love.”

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y/n's "exclusive" tattoo made it to suna's instagram :]