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yourbpdgf · 1 year

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obsession ?

warnings: obsessive!suna x obsessive!reader, stalking, yandere behaviors, weed, alcohol, fire play?, knife play, making out, choking, hickeys, fingering, pussy eating, dick sucking, public sex?, rough sex, pet names: little one, bunny, bun, pretty,, etc .

you and suna were at your spot, the rooftop of an abandoned building beautifully overlooking all of hyogo prefecture. you were sat in his lap, sharing a blunt, enjoying eachothers presence.

suna, rin to you, has been your boyfriend for about a month and half now and youre obsessed.

you love everything about him from his dark brown hair, his mesmerizing eyes, his physical appearance to his sarcastic personality.

but in addition to your love for him you also know everything about him. full name, home address, social security number, mother and fathers name, to his favorite song, color, number, and everything else.

you memorized his whole schedule and adjusted your routes to class to make sure youd pass his locker everytime.

you have his instagram password. you go through his following daily, his likes, his archive, everything.

if its about suna rintaro you need to know.

you stalked him a little too, just to gain more insight into his home life, you reasoned.

you saw all the nasty things hes done behind locked doors. you saw how he masturbates to your instagram highlights. you even heard how he moans your name as he cums all over the screen of his phone.

youd be lying if you said you never done the same thing.

you fantasized about the things you want him to do to you too, more than any regular human should.

your late nights are spent with a dildo, the most similar looking dildo to sunas you could find, strapped to a fuck machine fucking into you at max speed. clamps vibrating on both of your nipples and your shaky hands holding a hitachi wand to your clit. you cum every 2 minutes and when you do you scream and moan for your rin rin.

but little do you know suna is just like you but worse.

he does all you do but even more constantly.

in addition to that, anybody who dares flirt with you is either jumped, publicly humiliated or exposed, sometimes all three. nobody will never know it was him though.

hes protective. nobody is allowed to come within a 2 foot radius of you when hes around. oh and you need to hold his hand at all times, too. a little one like you gets lost easily.

and most nights hes at your window, watching you moan for him, like his good little slut.

despite all of this, you two have yet to be intimate, and sunas trying to change that today.

now back to the present...

suna passes you the blunt with a heavy sigh. he speaks, breaking the peaceful silence you both built, but not before he takes a nice swig of the tequila you brought for the two of you, "let me try something."

"go ahead." you reply. you trust suna and youre not one to ask too many questions anyway.

suna loves that about you, he already doesnt like talking so it saves him words. though even if you did ask, he wouldnt mind explaining just for you.

once you pass the blunt back suna takes a drag, cups your face and pulls it to his. you get the idea at this point. you peck his lips before opening your mouth so he can transfer his smoke to you.

suna smiles and you do too, "such a smart bunny, catching on so quick. maybe you deserve a lil reward."

he puts the blunt out on your zip up, and ashes spill onto your neck. they burn on your skin and instead of pain you feel pleasure. the burn is good. suna throws the extinguished blunt to the side.

youre a little too high to realize him snaking his hands up your skirt, into your panties until he slowly starts to rub your clit. you cant protest though, not that you wanted to, because sunas lips are on yours.

youre still kissing when his hand moves to your throat and gives it a squeeze. before you can do anything about it your mouth opens, tongue lolling out. suna takes advantage and begins to suck on your tongue.

you stay like that for a moment before suna moves down to your neck leaving purple bruises as he travelled to your collarbone. he comes up to speak,

"good little bun. be good for me and thisll be good for both of us, kay?"

"mkay, rin rin."

he unzips your zip up, not knowing you had no bra or shirt on under. when he realizes he kisses your lips once more before sucking and swirling his tongue against the harden buds on your chest.

his fingers stop their circles on your clit, eliciting a high pitched whine from you, and slip into your pussy. two fingers, after a few pumps, turn into three.

until suna suddenly stops. you whine and complain as suna lifts you up and lays you down on the roof, positioning himself between your thighs.

"please rin rin, pleasee!"

"patience, little one. youre gonna like this."

he reaches into his pocket and grabs a pocket knife, tracing it along your thighs, cool metal making you moan. the sensation to die for. suna then slips it under the waistband of your panties and cuts them off. the knife goes back into his pocket and his face goes into your pussy.

he slurps, spits, swallows and suckles as you squirm and sob. he enjoys every noise you make and every twitch your body convulses. it doesnt last long though because as soon as he plunges his fingers back into you you squirt all over his fingers and face.

he gives you a second before he sits you up. he takes your hands and guides them to take his sweats and boxers down. your hands, with sunas guidance, pull them just under his balls, exposing his 8 inch cock to you, fully hard.

"open." suna commands,, and you do.

he puts his tip to your lips and automatically you suck. you swirl your tongue and give kitten licks to his tip, making sure to give it ample attention before moving to his shaft.

when you do finally move down to his length, you suck along the sides before placing half his length down your throat, going up and down. your head moves in a wave motion, eventually you take his whole cock inside the wet cavern that is your mouth.

"mhmm.. just like that, pretty. youre so good at this. youre such a perfect little thing just for me."

sunas head is thrown back, his hands the only things keeping him up. you really start to hear him moan as you hollow your cheeks, swirl your tongue, bob your head, and play with his balls all at the same time.

"...mine, mine, mine. nobody else can have you."

low grunts, soft moans and sighs that can only be described as pretty all come from sunas mouth. you giggle at his cuteness, the vibrations from your action immediately go to his dick and push him over the edge.

sunas big, veiny hands grab the back of your head and push you down his dick, forcing you to let his cum leak down your throat until he lets go. you swallow.

rintaro takes his squirt covered shirt off before laying you back down on your back. quickly, he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself in. with each thrust he goes deeper, deeper and deeper.

rin grabs your ankles, holding them over your head, he has you in a mating press. he angles himself to hit that one spongey spot you love. how does he know where it is? all the times he watched you try ever so hard to hit it with your little dildo. maybe he should make this known to you...

"im way better than that little fuck machine, arent i, little one?"

"huuhh..? how do yo- fuckk! know about that?"

"answer me, bunny."

"yes! way way better! way better than any of my toys! please go deeper, rin harder!!"

rintaro slams into you over and over until youre both ready to cum. and when you do you do it together.

you both lay there for a while, eventually you put your clothes back on. you both drink for a little longer until suna walks you home and spends the night at your house <3.

im back... maybe. i feel like everytime im here i write a fic to self project then leave. wtv 🤷‍♀️. btw this rushed so dnt come for me.

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andraxicated · 2 years

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i can keep a secret, can...you?

Pairings: atsumu, kuroo, suna, oikawa, sakusa x f! reader

Synopsis: secret sexual scenarios with the haikyuu men

a/n: kuroo and suna is a staple because they're my favs <3 based on a series of comments from tiktok because i spend my time there

i'm dying i'm imagining topgun 2 beach scene at oikawa

milestone event masterlist

Atsumu

after lusting over you ever since the first day of school, he finally felt the euphoric feeling of your warm insides enveloping his cock. the tight sinking feeling, your naked body, mixed with your flushed face, made him go wild as he buried himself to the hilt, not waiting for you to adjust. atsumu just wanted to hear your cute scream.

only to wake up in cold sweat and morning wood as he groans loudly to the cutoff dream. atsumu glances poorly at his twin on the other bed and goes out of the room for decency. he's deciding whether to watch some porn or divert his attention to helping in the class script which he has no talent for.

besides volleyball, there's another thing he's good at: 'smooth-talking'. he managed to turn the conversation around from scene ideas to his lewd schemes. as he now has the girl of his dream putty in his hands, waiting for his commands as he strokes himself.

"have you ever touched yourself?" atsumu types while his dick twitches inside his shorts; you reply with an innocent "no..." that tipped him over. the instinct to corrupt his cute classmate took over his mind as he starts to instruct you on how to relieve yourself.

"take as many fingers as you can but close your eyes and imagine they're mine. get it?" "okay" you do everything he says, can you get any easier than this? you pick up the pace, slow it down, find your spot, experiment then orgasm. a breathless and sticky relief in the wee hours of the morning. as a thank you to atsumu who just finished too...

"you can come over right now. i live alone" you type as you finish with a shiver and moan (of course not forgetting to erase the scandalous conversation in google docs). a continuation of him and you in your mind. and without hesitation, atsumu grabs a jacket, and keys then go out the door to remake his dream.

Kuroo

seeing you being friendly with other guys has the possessiveness inside him kindled. when you sweetly grill meat for others, give them towels and yet take no glance towards him. kuroo makes a harsh block as an outlet for his frustration, to which the other players complain.

he wants to stop this on and off relationship you're playing with him. why can't you just accept that you like him? as if those stolen stares when he's removing his shirt aren't filled with lust. you're emitting a need to be fucked, you're touch starved, and kuroo could very well see it. he'd fulfill your needs to make you accept your sexual instincts.

so when he chances upon you being alone, he immediately pulls you to the back of the court, pins you against the wall, and roughly pulls your chin for a kiss. he takes off his sweat-soaked black shirt, leaving only his red shorts that your feet cling to when he hoists you up while squeezing your small body against the wall. your cute tummy compressed, wet spot forming and eyes mesmerized as you watch kuroo's growing member grind against your clothed sex.

you moan at the obscene sight and look away because it's so sinful it might burn your eyes, but he grabs your chin to face him and kiss him once more. his veins and muscles flex as he supports your body with one hand, while his finger hooks on your shorts and panty to reveal the fleshy, glistening entrance.

"tetsu! we should stop!" you say as you become overwhelmed when the night wind hits you and wakes you up that you're doing this in public. everybody's having dinner a few feet away, students from different schools, teachers, coaches, managers...what if someone were to see you?

"do you want to?" kuroo parts from your lip and daringly asks you a question you don't how to answer. you only stare at him in confusion so he snaps out of patience from your coquettishness. "speak" his low voice instructs.

"i don't. but-" no buts because that's a fine answer to him. you don't want to stop, so you're not gonna stop until you feel your legs give out and wobble to the dining hall.

Suna

brother's bestfriend suna who got permission to pick you up at school. you never really tried to take advantage of your closeness because you know it'd make your brother upset, plus potentially ruin their lifelong friendship. so, you chose to be a good girl and keep your fantasies to yourself.

it doesn't take long before repressed feelings overflow, just like your wetness drenching the car seat when suna rintaro casually places his hand on your thigh. shock traveling your body as you stare at his hand questionably. you make no move to remove it though, so he chose to give an experimental squeeze near your inner thigh; one that your body visibly responded to.

suna swallows as he feels a boner popping in the middle of driving. his dreams are finally merging with reality while he remembers his pathetic self jerking off to his bestfriend's sweet little sister. thin shorts, sleeveless tops, no bra—all of those are a sight he often sees when coming to his friend's house. now making you squirm when his fingers inch closer to your center is just a little payback for what you've done to him.

you're getting dizzy from the sudden pleasure; his one-hand driving, his slender eyes, and your lewd look in the side mirror that only suna has the privilege of seeing. your body is limp while leaning on the seat, legs open and chest heaving, it looks like you came right out of a porn magazine. he has no choice but to take you here and there as he pulls over to the side.

seatbelts click as you and suna quickly meet to taste each other's lips. his hand slyly creeps up your blouse and expertly unclasps your bra, you take the uncomfortable material off and throw it somewhere amid tongue kissing. finally, suna touches your boobs and gropes them like he's addicted to a toy. his thumb teasingly rests on top of the nipple then unsuspectingly gropes your wet cunt.

"fuck..." you moan out, throwing your head back and as you grip his neck for dear life, riding three of his fingers while he pulls your shirt up. "we shouldn't do this" you say like a fool in contradiction for having the time of your life inside his car. and suna replies a breathless: "i know right" yet latches himself to the forbidden fruit without emorse.

Oikawa

a whore's other purpose for vacationing is to see the hot locals or tourists in a whole different area. summer is the perfect time to mingle, seduce...and play beach volleyball. especially if such attractive strangers come and proclaim they're pros at the game. oikawa's smirk widens when you seem to question his credibility, a smug "i'll show you" with attractive eye contact made you stand by and watch him battle your friends.

he had a hard time in the sand but soon got used to it (he can't fail when you're watching him!). little glances your way every time he scores, smiles at you before he sets, and makes sure you see his flexing muscles defined by the afternoon sun. soon, the view of half-naked men playing beach volleyball garnered an audience that was entranced by their glistening bodies and pro skills. they've never seen an intense match just like that.

"did you enjoy the show sweetheart?" oikawa whispers as he pins your bikini-clad body against the rock. his fingers playfully tugging at the strings of your bikini, if he were to put more pressure it would surely snap. "mhm, this time let me put on a show for you" you say with a peck to his lips that left him wanting more.

you untie the top at your back, hands taking off each string from your shoulder as you slowly get farther and farther away from him and into the less shallow part. oikawa swore you looked so sexy at that moment, you're like a nymph bewitching him to follow then drown. he definitely would gladly drown when he watched you take off your panty slowly, his eyes following it going down your feet. then you finally turn around in all of your glory; oikawa wastes no time getting naked and joining you. playing with the flesh of your ass while making out with you, boobs pressed against his chest for warmth amidst the cold water.

his fingers probe your entrance from the back, making you pull away to moan with your head thrown back and eyes rolling. he finds your fleshy insides all wet from the water, mouth pressing bites and kisses on your torso as you hold his large cock to pleasure.

oikawa groans at the touch of your hand and pulls away in a hurry to sit you on top of a smooth, flat rock. "open your legs for me" he says with a lilting voice together with smug eyes as he dives for his second meal that night.

Sakusa

when your family found out you have a guy roommate, you tried your best to reassure them nothing will happen between you two. it’s just purely two people living together for the convenience of shared rent in a nice place. your family trusts you but not this masked and neat obsessed roommate of yours, so every month they visit you to make sure their precious daughter is still alive and kicking. sakusa completely understands strict parents, but the constant nagging and your apologetic face are getting annoying. both of you are two functioning adults, why can’t they leave you alone?

this was stressing you out too, so bad that you suddenly broke down in the middle of a quiet dinner with him. wide-eyed kiyoomi didn’t know how to comfort a crying girl, so he sat you down on the couch to calm down and awkwardly rub your back; blushing when his hand hit your bra strap and you stopping to process. needless to say, you took comfort to another level as you ask him for a kiss. a make-out session happened on the couch while you slowly lie down; fucking on the couch as a sign of rebellion to your nosy family. but honestly, what you’re doing right now is a bit too dangerous of a rebellion.

“kiyoomi-ahhh!” you moan with a loud spank echoing next, your boyfriend’s naked body thrusting behind you as you grip the edge of the bed like a lifeline. “my family is coming in 10 minutes!” you whine to sakusa but he pretends he doesn’t hear it as he’s so focused on where you’re connected at. “ki-” “i get it!’ he finally replies, going faster and annoyed at your constant reminder plus this stupid monthly check.

after a few thrusts, you both finish together and he pulls out to watch mixed cum cascading down your legs. he'll never get used to it because he inwardly shivers every time he sees that. your spent body was heaving, weak fingers buttoning your blouse, and a sudden light touch between your legs made you gasp. "just checking" sakusa says as he gently pats your folds. just as you're both standing up, a harsh knock and a call of your name resound in the apartment.

you give each other tired faces and proceed to make it look like you just didn't fuck; because as far as your family knows, you're still their innocent babygirl...well, you're kiyoomi's babygirl now.

“it’s a secret between us okay?” sakusa asks you as he helps you fix your shirt and smooth sweaty strands of hair. you nod breathlessly as an okay and he chuckles at your obvious state of ruin. you put on a fake smile that got wiped from the subtle grope on your butt as your boyfriend opens the door with a smirk.

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knavves · 2 years

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★ HOW THEY OVERSTIM YOU ft kotaro bokuto, atsumu miya, rintaro suna, shinsuke kita !

wc: 0.6k ノ cw + tw: nsfw (18+). fem reader. face sitting. overstim. fingering. squirting. use of petnames. belly bulge. size kink. riding. praise.

★ BOKUTO

your thighs pathetically trembled around his head, fingers gripping onto the headboard for support. you whined for him to stop and that you were too sensitive, but the way you gripped his hair, urging him to bury his face closer said otherwise. he loved when you sat on his face, he wants nothing more to be smothered by your pretty little cunt. he payed no mind to the arousal that dripped on his chin from your sopping heat. your pleasured sobs and whimpers only encouraged him further. every time you came, he eagerly licked it up leaving your cunt glistening with his spit. the way his rough hands gripped your thighs tighter made it clear he wasn’t done with you yet.

★ ATSUMU

you squirmed desperately in his grasp, pleading for him to slow down. three orgasms had already been ripped from you, but the fingers buried deep inside your pussy were unrelenting. you weakly gripped his wrist but your attempts were futile as he only shushed your cries and reassured you could take it. you could only whine and writhe against the cum soiled sheets beneath you. you wanted to be good for him but it was just all too much. his fingers reached so deeply inside you, curling against that sweet spot that made you squeal and moan. your heart raced as his toned chest pressed up against your back, free arm wrapping around your waist to keep you from moving away. you were so close, the knot building up in your stomach much more intense than before. you squeezed your eyes shut and let out a garbled, desperate cry of his name before squirting all over his hand as his eyes widened in awe. “shit ,baby, that was so hot. you can do that a few more times f’me, yeah?”

★ SUNA

“what are you whining for, princess?” he smirked at your tear stained face, prodding his aching cock against your tight hole once more. “it’s too much? i haven’t got to cum yet though.” he fake pouted just to tease you further. a hiss escaped your clenched teeth at the burning sensation of his cock, which was coated with your previous orgasms, entering your sensitive cunt. he was so big. “still so tight.” he said, mostly to himself, as he slowly started moving his hips. he groaned at the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders, the pain soon being overwhelmed by the way your cunt spasmed and clenched around him. “rin ‘s too much..” you whimpered, thrusting your hips up to meet his thrusts despite your words. his hand traveled up from your hips to the bulge in your stomach, pressing against it just to hear you gasp and moan. “just a little bit more. you can take it, sweetheart.”

★ KITA

“you’re doing so well, making me feel so good.” his words made you want to continue but you couldn’t anymore, your thighs burned and shook every time you lifted yourself up and then back down again on his cock. “mm can’t anymore.” you whined, hands gripping his shoulders for leverage. his thumb rubbed soothing shapes into your aching thighs, “its okay. i got you, dear.” his soft hands trailed from your thighs up to your hips, gripping either side gently. you were both so sensitive, one another’s orgasms n arousal being coated on both of your lower halves. but you both craved more, craved each other. he placed a loving kiss on your shoulder before helping you work your way up and down his length. pretty moans slipping past his kiss bitten lips. “m close!” you whined and dug your nails into his shoulders. one of his hands left your waist, thumb rubbing circles on your clit helping you reach your nth orgasm of the night. “go ahead, dear. cum as many times as you want.”

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forusomimiya · 10 months

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"Honey, not now! I'm in the middle of a game!" he whispers, pulling the microphone away from his mouth, careful not to be overheard by the others as he watches you there, under his desk table between his legs, like a hungry little puppy.

He keeps his eyes on the screen, and the movement of the mouse under his hand is slippery when his hand starts to sweat as he feels his trousers unravelling. His heart beats fast. You can hear the guys on the other side of the headphones groaning as their team dies. All your fault.

"Why?" you vocalised softly, letting go of his cock. "They won't know."

"But you know I can't cont- BABE!" But it's too late for complaints. Your mouth is already full and your hands help you take him deeper. You can't forget about his balls either, his weak spot.

"Aggh, you piece of sh-" You watch as he quickly take off his helmets and settles into the chair, but not before helping you to remove the tracksuit shorts that blocked him from opening up more for you. "You know what you have to do”.

You give him a smile before lowering yourself back down to his balls as you watch how fast he pumps his cock, cursing and moaning your name with each lick and suck on them.

"Do you like when I take such good care of ya?"

"Shit yeah... always being so good to me. What a good girl"

"What would your friends think if they heard how you cum on my mouth? Wouldn't they be jealous?" Your tone grows more arrogant with every word, but you drive him crazy just thinking about his friends on the other side of the line hearing the mess you're making. Your tongue runs from base to tip. Both of you in contact.

"They should... you d- don’t get a sweet girl like you between your legs every day" His other free hand has moved to cup the back of your neck to cling tighter to you.

“Enjoy the show then”

They would, they fucking would, ‘cause your bastard boyfriend forgot to mute the microphone.

KENMA, TOBIO KAGEYAMA, Suna, Akaashi, YAMAGUCHI, LEV HAIBA

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hihello-pinky · 1 year

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Sight

Suna Rintarou x F! Reader

Sometimes, it takes losing someone to finally see them. He wished he knew this before, but Rintarou had to learn this the hard way. WARNINGS: Cheating, Explicit Smut, Rape/Non-Con, mentions of abortion, use of derogatory terms

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is no way represents my views of the original anime/manga characters.

WC: 5.5k Genre: Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort Other Tags: Forced Marriage, Developing Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Emotionally Repressed, References to Illness, Angst with a Happy Ending, + more to be added.

part two part three part ???

leave me love?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

You never imagined you would find yourself in a situation like this: married at twenty-six with two children, a big house, a job that fits your time, and a husband who doesn’t love you.

Clicking the book you’re reading into the next page, you take a sip from the orange juice that you made, making sure not to drop anything on the Kindle. The faint sound of Blue’s Clues is playing in the background. It can be a perfect Saturday afternoon, save for the fact that Rintarou, your husband, still hasn’t come home from his company’s event last night - the one he didn’t even ask you to attend.

But can you blame him, though? You know very well that if he could, he would erase every single proof of your marriage. He hates you. And if it weren’t for his parents threatening to disown him and strip him off his inheritance, he wouldn’t have married you in the first place.

Your thoughts go back to where everything started.

You were somewhat of a goody-two-shoes. You never went to parties while you were studying, never missed a class, never missed a violin lesson. Sure, you did date a boy before but you never went beyond hand-holding. However, a week before your graduation from university, you were pressured by some of your friends to attend a house party. You decided to go, telling yourself that you should at least try before you officially graduate.

That’s where you met Suna Rintarou.

Dark hair, greenish eyes, a small smirk. You were instantly captivated. He was friends with the host of the party - Komori Motoya - which explained why he felt so at home in the place. He was with other friends and they certainly exuded a kind of air that would draw people to them. Upon noticing your intrigue about the man, your friends warned you to stay away from the “rich playboys” to stay out of trouble.

You had listened to your friends but little did you know, you already caught the eye of Suna. Atsumu had nudged him the moment you entered the house with your friends and when Komori welcomed them, the older twin asked about you. The host only shrugged and said that someone must have brought you with them. Suna only raised his brows and observed you the rest of the night.

The next morning, you woke up in bed with the guy who caught your attention at the party the night before. The two of you were undressed and there was a dull ache in between your legs. You hastily left the house, not even thinking of contacting or looking for your friends.

You cried when you went home, never imagining that your first time would be with a stranger. You never should have gone to the party… you shouldn’t have let yourself get drunk… maybe you wouldn’t have been taken advantage of.

Graduation came and it was a big milestone in your life. The celebration and jovial atmosphere for days distracted you from what happened a week prior. You were excited to begin a new chapter in your life. Everyone around you was excited as well. You had a bright future ahead of you.

Until two weeks later, when you found yourself inside your bathroom, with a stick and two lines glaring at you.

The squeal of your children brings you out of your reverie. You look at the living room and see your husband crouching down to let your kids hug him. You almost laugh as the two step back from their father. They must have smelled the liquor on him. Rintarou, however, lets out a small chuckle at the kids’ reaction.

You expected him to go straight to the stairs but you’re surprised when he goes over to you and makes a kiss sound without meeting your lips or cheeks. A facade. To let your children believe that their parents are in love. You appreciate the little gesture from Rintarou, even though most of the time he forgets to do it. However, the action allows you to get a whiff of a woman’s perfume. He doesn’t even bother to try to hide anymore that he’s seeing other women. And, despite it being an open secret between you two, it doesn’t make the pain any less.

Because in spite of all his meanness and nasty treatment of you, you had grown to love your husband.

As he pulls away, you try to give him a smile. “Do you want me to prepare anything for you?”

He holds your hand, aware that your children are watching you two. In a whisper, he says, “I want you to leave me the fuck alone for the rest of the day.”

You sigh, close your eyes, and nod. “Okay.”

After he left to go to your shared room upstairs, you turn to your Kindle and close the case’s cover. You leave it on the counter and go to your children. “Risa, Ryuu, let’s get you changed before Grandpa and Grandma come to pick you up.” Every other weekend, Rintarou’s parents loved to have the kids over, being as they are the first grandchildren. You watch as both of your kids pout and give you the puppy eyes, wanting to extend their telly time.

You smile fondly at them. When you learned that you were having twins, you were so scared. You didn’t grow up with a mother and suddenly the world was telling you that you’re going to be a mother of two for the first time?

You pinch each of their cheeks and say, “If you’re not ready by the time your grandparents are here, I’ll ask them not to give you chuupets.” The twins gasp and run towards the stairs, only stopping at the bottom and asking for your assistance. You giggle and guide them up the stairs to their room.

You take the time prepping your kids and packing their bags for the overnight stay at their grandparents’ home. Humming, you brush your daughter's dark brown hair which was the same shade as her dad’s, as she tried to fix her brother’s hair, which was as black as yours. Besides the hair colors, though, Risa resembled you and Ryuu resembled Rintarou.

“Mommy, so excited for birthday next week!” Ryuu exclaims. “Gifts?”

“Of course, honey,” you reply to your son, making his eyes twinkle. Eyes that looked so much like Rintarou’s. You inwardly sigh and wish that Ryuu’s father would at least look at you like that someday.

“Food? Games?” Risa adds.

“Yes, darling, mommy has everything planned out already.”

“Yay!” The kids squeal and goes around the room doing their ‘happy dance’. You watch with teary eyes as your children dance happily. You may not be loved by your husband, but at least you have your children.

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Suna is on the balcony of your shared room when you come in. He had just seen his parents’ car drive off. Good, another night without the children, another night of not needing to tolerate your presence.

“You could have at least seen your parents off,” you comment, gathering the robe from your dresser, and preparing to take a shower for the night.

Suna rolls his eyes. “I thought I told you to leave me the fuck alone.”

You ignore his comment and say, “You’re smoking. Again. That’s bad for your health, you know.”

“Stop acting as if I care about your opinion. In case you forgot, you mean nothing to me.” Still, he stubs the cigarette in the ashtray and stands up from the chair, entering the room and sliding the door shut behind him. “Also, why the fuck are you here?”

“This is my room, too, Rintarou,” you reply softly, not wanting to make the argument bigger. The two of you have established that on the nights when your children are away at his parents’ house, you would stay in their room. That’s how much Rintarou couldn’t stand you. However, there are times when you don’t want him to always get his way. Tonight’s one of those nights.

“Fucking hard-headed bitch,” he says out loud, making sure you hear, before slumping on the king-sized bed and throwing the covers over him. He hears your sharp intake of breath but chooses to ignore it.

He stays on his phone the whole time you’re taking a shower. He’s almost at the end of the homemade video that Atsumu had sent him when the door opens and you come out with your body wrapped in your cotton robes, some drops of water adorning your face. He goes back to his phone to type a quick reply to the blonde twin.

[ tell Mina her moans sound good if only she wasn’t faking them half the time ]

Despite the fake moans that Atsumu’s girlfriend let out in the video, Suna can’t deny that he is horny. Sure, he can contact one of his girls at the moment but that will take time and his cock cannot wait anymore. And here you are, freshly out of the shower, looking so ready to be fucked.

---

You feel his eyes watch as you make your way around the room. He stands from the bed, approaches you, and just as you are about to sit in front of your dresser, he stops behind you, meeting your eyes through the mirror.

“W-What do you want?” you ask softly, though you already know by the look in his eyes. He cups your left breast with a hand while the other makes its way under the robe. You hate the whimper that escapes you.

“Hmm… I haven’t done anything yet and you’re already this wet?”

“Rintarou,” you start to protest. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Your pussy says otherwise.” He inserts two fingers immediately, making you moan. You aren’t really in the mood but your body is a traitor, always giving in to Rintarou. His hand cupping your breast begins to undo your robe as his lips start a trail across the expanse of your neck and shoulder. He turns you around, sucking a harsh mark on your collarbone before throwing you to the bed.

When he crawls over to you, you feel his hard member against your folds as he ravages your chest. He kisses you everywhere in your body. Everywhere but your lips. You’ve long accepted that no matter how often you let Rintarou take you, he would never kiss you on the lips; he didn’t even kiss you on your wedding day.

“Shit,” he curses as he slaps his dick against your folds. “You’re so fucking wet.” He aligns his member to your slit and you widen your eyes.

“Ah, Rintarou, I’m not yet--” your sentence is cut off by a shriek as he thrusts all the way inside. It stings, you weren’t prepared and he didn’t give you a chance to adjust as he begins slamming his hips relentlessly against yours.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Such a tight pussy. Moan for me, slut.”

You try to put your hand against his pelvis, asking him to slow down. “Please, Rin, I - Ah - It hurts!”

He chuckles. “Really? But I just felt your pussy clench tighter around me. Just be glad I’m fucking this cunt.” The bed starts to creak and your body is slowly inching upwards at the harshness of his thrusts.

You lay there and take it all, clenching your fists on the sheets, for Rintarou hates it when you leave marks on his body. It doesn’t mean he hates leaving marks on yours, though. Oftentimes he would litter your body with bruises and he didn’t even care whether or not they were in visible places. More than once did you get flustered when Ryuu or Risa asked about some purple marks on your neck.

He doesn’t even let you breathe through your orgasm as he starts fucking you harder after you came, pursuing his own release. After steadying his breathing, he pulls out of you and leaves you alone as he goes to get himself cleaned up. A few minutes later, he emerges from the shower room and goes straight outside to the balcony.

All while you remain on your back, trying to fight the tears from falling. That’s it. No aftercare, no asking if you were alright. You hate yourself for letting him use you like this; like you aren’t his wife. Just someone to use for his own needs. You close your eyes and scold yourself. You should’ve just decided to stay in the kids’ room tonight.

---

He may be a good liar but there’s one thing that Suna cannot lie about: he likes having sex with you. He would never admit it to anyone else, though, not even the Miya twins, certainly not to the Miya twins.

He couldn’t quite explain it to himself either, but the first time after he fucked you as his wife, he had the urge to cuddle with you. He thought it was just the rush of things but it happened again the second time… and the next… and the next… Until he developed a habit of leaving you alone and staying away from you every time after sex.

Suna isn’t the insensitive bastard that everyone thinks he is. He could tell how hurt you are every time when he pretends as if you didn’t exist again. As if he didn’t just share his body with you.

But he has to. He has to not feel anything for you. Not even guilt, not even pity. He cannot afford to feel anything for the person who ruined his life.

---

Monday mornings are for Ryuu and Risa. You liked taking them to the nearby playground to play with other kids and socialize as well with the other parents. Your children were able to make friends but you’re still having a hard time fitting in with the parents. You couldn’t blame them; you were five to ten years younger than them.

“Somebody had a good time last night,” a deep voice comments beside you. You look to your right and see a tanned man take the space with his broad body.

“Iwaizumi-san,” you say, “Nice seeing you too. Who had fun last night?”

The man smiles at you. “I told you to call me Hajime, Y/N.” He looks at his son who’s playing with your children. Iwaizumi is your only friend among the parents in this playground. You two had gotten close as he’s only a year older than you. He’s a single dad, left to raise his son alone after the mother decided that she did not want anything to do with him.

“O-okay, Hajime,” you respond, then repeat the question. “Who had fun last night?”

Hajime laughs and points at your jaw. “You.”

You quickly pull out your phone and check your reflection. Sure enough, there is a faint mark from Rintarou from the night before. He didn’t leave the house yesterday and after you tucked Risa and Ryuu to bed, he joined you in the shower and took you against the slippery walls. You blush at the memory and refuse to look Hajime in the eyes. “It’s a…. mosquito bite.”

At that, Hajime laughs even louder. “I’m not your kid, Y/N. No need to lie to me.”

You’re still blushing. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Come to think of it,” Hajime says after a few moments. “How come I’ve never seen your husband here?”

You blink, surprised at the sudden question. “He’s a very busy person.”

Hajime only hums in response.

“Is Kenta joining the party on Saturday?” you ask, eager to change the subject.

“Of course,” Hajime replies. “He’s been bugging me about what gifts to buy for the twins.”

You laugh a little. “I’m sure the twins will love whatever gift you give them.”

“Of course,” Hajime replies, “They are as sweet as their mother.”

The compliment makes you blush but you tell yourself not to dwell too much on it.

---

It’s eleven in the evening when Rintarou arrives home. You are in your room, finalizing the last details for Ryuu’s and Risa’s birthday party.

As usual, your husband ignores you, and you would have let it go if only you didn’t need to ask him something important about the party. “Rintarou, what’s your guest count for the party on Saturday?”

He scrunches his forehead. “Party on Saturday?”

“It’s the kids’ birthday,” you say. “You forgot?”

“Ah,” Suna sighs. “How do I even pretend that I’m sorry?”

You close your eyes, trying to reign in your anger. “I can stand it if you hate me, but do not hate my children. You can hurt me all you want, but don’t you dare hurt Risa and Ryuu.” You are starting to have a headache again, something that has been frequent for the past week.

“I don’t hate them; I didn’t intend to forget, okay?” he barks back. “I just hate the fact that they’re the reason I’m married to you. Once the company has been fully turned over to my name, I’m going to file for divorce and get custody of them.”

The laugh that escapes your lips surprised even you. “Hell, I would allow that! You? Custody? Of my children? No way in hell! You’d have to kill me first!”

He opens his mouth to retort but you jab your pointer finger against his chest, making him stumble back, not at the force but at the surprise. “For all I know, you just want custody to please your parents. You don’t care about the kids; you care about how you can weaponize them. Do you think I forgot about the time I told you I was pregnant and you straight up told me to get an abortion? You think I’d leave my children in your care?” The pounding in your head has worsened but it is nothing compared to your heartbreak. Whatever hopes you had in having a somewhat okay relationship with Rintarou have just been doused by the ice-cold reality that he’s a horrible person. A horrible, horrible…

---

Suna, for the second time that night, stumbles back in surprise. One moment you’re repetitively jabbing at his chest and the next, you’re falling against him. He gets his footing and catches you in time.

He ignores the way his heart leaped when you fell. He quickly convinces himself that the only reason he was a bit worried about your fall is that he knew his parents wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. “Hey,” he tries to shake you but you are unconscious.

He heaves a sigh as he carries you to your shared bed. He places the back of his hand against your forehead and upon feeling that you’re not feverish, Suna scratches his nape. If you don’t have a fever, then what caused your collapse? He debates calling for a doctor; this shouldn’t be such a big deal.

Then what should he do? He looks at you again and sighs. Maybe he should just let you sleep it off?

He sighs and pulls out his phone. About to text the family doctor, a message from Osamu pops up on his screen.

[ sorry for the late msg, browsing online for ur kids’ bday. y/n told me not to overthink what gift to buy but what do u think they’d like? ]

Of course. Osamu fucking Miya remembers his children’s birthday. He knows his friend has a little crush on you; he even got a scolding when he confided about getting you pregnant. His gray-haired friend was actually the one to rat him out to his parents, but it backfired when his parents forced him to marry you.

He's still good friends with the younger of the twins and the only time they argue is when his friend lectures him about morals and how he should start treating you better. If only Osamu knew...

[ they have a lot of toys, i think. better go with books ]

[ okay, what books do they like? ]

[ i don't fucking know, samu. u think i read them stories to sleep? ]

[ ok rin, relax. god u r so irritable these days ]

He does not reply, not in the mood to argue with his friend. He looks at you still lying on the bed. You look so peaceful and all with the purple blanket that he has thrown over you. Maybe you're just tired. Sighing, he locks his phone and places it on the bedside table.

No need to call the doctor, you're fine.

---

You wake up sweating a lot. Looking up, you notice that the AC has been turned off. You slowly sit up, letting the blanket slide away from you, and then turn to your right and see Rintarou sleeping shirtless.

The last memory you can remember is having an argument with him before passing out. Did he bring you to your bed and cover you in sheets? Is that why the AC's turned off?

Your eyes soften at the realization, bringing back memories of a time in your pregnancy that you treasure so much. Memories that feel like dreams, given your current situation with your husband. You carefully get off the bed to change as your back is drenched in sweat. As you look through your clothes in the closet, you take a mental note to schedule an appointment with the doctor after Risa's and Ryuu's birthday party this weekend. You pick a thin camisole, deciding that it's best if you leave the air conditioner off since Rintarou's half-naked.

You mentally hear your friend, Sacha, telling you about how you should stop being nice to your shitty husband. You stifle a laugh.

Around fifteen minutes after situating yourself back on the bed, you sigh and sit up. Sleep isn't coming and what else can you do than pick up your journal and write another entry? However, as the pen is in your hand, you only end up staring at the blank, white page. You can't bring yourself to write down tonight's thoughts, for you're still hurting over it.

Rintarou's a horrible person.

A lot of your friends have said it to you and yet you refuse to listen. But then... what he told you about planning to get custody of the kids... you know he has lots of money and connections and the law sides with the likes of him. If he's being serious about it...

"Can you stop?"

That's when you notice you have woken up Rintarou by the rhythmic tapping of your pen on the notebook. You clear your throat and begin to apologize when he sits up and groans before throwing you a glare.

"Don't even try to say shit like you're sorry or something."

You bite your tongue and only nod meekly at him. You're not sure whether to bring up the argument or not.

Rintarou turns his gaze away from you before mumbling something.

“What?” You carefully ask, failing to catch what he said the first time.

His voice when he replies is so low that it’s barely audible. “Are you okay?”

To say you’re surprised is an understatement. Not that this is the first time he has asked you this question. You just thought you’d never hear it again from him. “Yes. I don’t know what happened.”

“Cool. If you ever do not feel well, go to the doctor. I can't have you passing out. My parents will never forgive me if something bad happens to you.”

Of course, it’s his parents. Any semblance of concern that Rintarou shows to you is always rooted back to his parents.

The two of you remain silent for a while before your husband speaks again. “The twins… some friends from high school club, college. Say, maybe around fifteen to twenty people?”

It takes you a moment to realize that he’s talking about his guests at your children’s birthday party. You try not to smile. “Noted, thank you.”

You two don’t talk after that. Rintarou leaves to smoke on the balcony and you remain in bed, deciding on rereading your journal.

---

The house that Rintarou’s parents gave to the two of you has a backyard garden. It’s not decorated much, save for the numerous ornamental and flowering plants. Gardening became one of your pastimes during your pregnancy. A swing set with a slide is placed neatly in a corner.

You watch as your kids’ friends play on the slide and your heart clenches, thinking about the backstory of that particular display.

“Great party,” Hajime bumps you playfully, a tall glass of juice in his hand. “You’re a good organizer.”

You smile at your guest whose son is playing happily with your children. “You always compliment me, Hajime. Sometimes I think I don’t deserve it.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I mean my compliments, though. You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself, Y/N.”

The smile remains on your face. The two of you begin to talk about another kid’s party in the next month when Rintarou joins you.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he says curtly to Hajime and you wonder about his rather unfriendly demeanor.

Hajime gives your husband a kind smile. “Iwaizumi Hajime, a friend of your wife.”

Rintarou ignores Hajime’s outstretched hand. “How did you two meet?”

“Playground,” Hajime replies, gesturing towards the kids. “That little boy over there is my son.”

Rintarou only hums in response. You think of how he probably did not know about the playground and for a moment, you start to question yourself whether or not it was rude to invite Hajime to come to the party in a house that was technically Rintarou’s. But then again, you remind yourself that the older guy is a parent of your kids’ friend, and the celebration is for your children, not yours.

“Well,” you awkwardly break the silence that has taken over. “I’m going to make sure the cupcakes are ready to be served. Enjoy your time, Hajime.” You give your friend a smile before walking away, at the same time Rintarou sighs and leaves as well.

The rest of the party goes well. All the children had fun. Towards the end, right after Rintarou’s parents had to leave earlier, you notice an unfamiliar woman arrive. You briefly wonder who she is, that is, until your husband welcomes her with too-friendly arms.

She doesn’t even bother to greet you nor the kids. She just trails along Rintarou, pretty much ignoring everyone else. Hajime gives you a curious look and you wave him off by forcing a smile before turning away and bumping into Osamu.

“He’s a jerk,” the gray-haired twin says lowly, an arm on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

You give him a small nod. “She’s just his friend.”

Before you can hear Osamu’s disagreement, you hurry towards the kitchen so you could distract yourself for a while. Before rejoining the rest of the party, you decide to go the to the restroom to freshen yourself up. It’s at that exact moment that the door opens and you’re met by your husband and the woman, him still breathing heavily, her trying to manage her disheveled hair.

You feel like throwing up.

Rintarou only rolls his eyes at you before leaving, the woman following behind him. You would have just ignored them but you hear her whisper, “Pathetic” and the next thing you know, you’re grabbing her hand tightly, pulling her towards you. Once she’s facing your direction, you slap her. “Get out of here.”

She’s baffled and looks to Rintarou for help. He only watches the two of you in amusement. “What do you want me to do? You heard my wife. Get out of our house.” The woman looks at him in disbelief before marching away, leaving you and Rin alone. He smiles at you. “Happy?”

Taking a deep breath, you shake your head. “You’re horrible.”

---

Rintarou is angry. You can feel it with every harsh thrust of his hips against yours, with every rough bite he leaves on your body. He’s mad, and he’s not holding back.

The thing is, you are just as mad as him.

How dare he bring one of his women to your children’s birthday party? How dare he do lewd things with the said woman in the restroom of your house? Sure, the house is his per se, but his audacity to do the filth in a celebration of your children’s day is too much.

“Harder,” you groan out, not bothering to mask the bitterness in your voice. “Is that all you can do?”

His response is a particularly hard thrust, making you scream. “Shut the fuck up,” he says irritably. “Fucking whore.” He hoists your left leg up around his waist and starts to drill into you harder as he busies his lips on your collarbone.

You scratch at his back. Tonight, you don’t care that he hates when you leave marks on him. Tonight, you don’t care that he doesn’t love you. Tonight, all you care about is how good he’s making you feel. He’s not using your body, you’re the one using his.

Another hard bite on your shoulder makes you whine and Rintarou pulls back, glaring at you. “You probably let that man fuck you, huh?” He says and for a moment, you’re confused. Who is he talking about?

“Friend my ass,” Rintarou continues as his pace becomes more unforgiving. “You probably set playdates for the kids so you two can fuck.”

Oh.

You let out a laugh, which immediately gets swallowed up by a moan. “Really, Rin? You’re accusing me of sleeping with a friend when you’re the one who brought one of your whores to the party? Hajime’s only a friend.”

“Don’t say his name!” He spits and thrusts into you deeply.

“Are you jealous?” You ask the question before you can stop yourself, making Rintarou’s movements halt. He doesn’t answer and only looks at you coldly before pulling out and manhandling you so you’re all on fours.

He doesn’t even give you time to steady yourself before he plunges his cock back in and starts jackhammering against you, pulling your hair in the process. You were shamelessly moaning now. You can hate yourself later, you tell yourself. For now, you’re going to let Rin fuck the frustration and anger out of you.

Three orgasms later, you lie on your back with Rintarou beside you, panting heavily. Now that the rush of ecstasy has subsided, you feel empty again. Instead of trying to talk to your husband about your problem, you resorted to having hate sex with him. It’s normal for Rintarou, he hates talking to you; but for you to do it, too…

“Don’t do it again,” you say softly. “Bringing your women here.”

“This is my house,” Rintarou answers matter-of-factly. “I can bring whoever the fuck I want.”

“Look, I don’t care if you’re seeing other women,” you lie through your teeth, “But can you at least protect the kids? They’re still your children. They don’t deserve to be tangled up in our problems.”

He doesn’t answer for a long time that you’re convinced he’s ignoring you when he sits up and groans. “Fine. I won’t bring other women here. But that friend of yours should never step foot here again.”

The way he spits out the word ‘friend’ reignites the anger within you. “Why are you accusing me of something I’m not doing? Of something you’re doing? Why do you care about –”

“Wow, so bold of you to assume I care!” He retorts, cutting you off. “Are you really still in delusion that I give one fuck about you?”

You closed your eyes, heat building up behind them. Due to anger or hurt, you’re unsure yourself. “What happened?

“What do you mean?” His voice is still filled with venom. You open your eyes to see him standing up and lighting a cigarette.

“What happened, Rintarou?” You repeat as you also stand up, wrapping a robe around your sore body. “Just when we were getting along back then, you suddenly turned cold towards me. Why?”

“Fuck off,” he spats and while his words are like daggers to your heart, you stand your ground.

“I deserve to know. We’ve been married for five years and through it all, I stood by your side even when I knew you weren’t mine.” Your voice cracks and it’s as if your walls have broken down. “I endured everything: your cold treatment towards me, you sleeping around with other women, your blatant disregard of my feelings. I-I… Why? I just want to know, Rintarou. Why did you make me fall for you only to break my heart?”

His back is still turned towards you so even though you can’t look at his expression, you see him tense at your confession. You finally did it, laid out all your feelings. It’s all up to Rintarou now on what to do with them. Your heart is in his hands.

“Fuck,” he mutters before stubbing the cigarette in his ashtray. Before hastily getting dressed. Before leaving your room, shutting the door behind him. And just when you thought it couldn’t break further anymore, your heart shatters to even smaller pieces.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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my birthday special for the best boyfriend ever!

warnings: foot fetish (sort of), feet kissing, body worshipping (fem receiving), mentions of chubby tummys, dom!suna, slight princess kink

suna rintaro • birthday boy

“do you like them?”

the question was heard and he knew that you were speaking, but he didn’t really hear you. not over the static that played in his head as the sight sent him in overdrive.

your freshly pedicured feet were perched in his lap on display for him, revealing the newly pampered toes that you had gotten done that day for him. everything from the color of the gel polish to the lotion rubbed in your feet was chosen for him, and all day you had been practically vibrating in your seat to show them off snd see his reaction. you figured that he’d short circuit the moment he took in the white polish and lavender aroma, a blush on his cheeks before he ravished you.

and of course, you were right.

rintaro’s eyes were fixated on every detail of them, analyzing how beautiful he found them and indulging in the glorious sight of them parked in his lap as they sat pretty, begging for his appreciation.

his mouth went dry, expression both stunned and feverish when you wiggled your toes to catch his attention and pull him back to reality.

“rinnie?” you called once you were met with nothing but the reaction of him drooling over your feet speechlessly.

you nearly giggled at how much he resembled a pubescent teenage boy just now, as if he had just discovered the greatest porno mag of all time and thought it would change his life. what you didn’t expect, was for his eyes to meet yours as you teased him mentally.

his breath hitched as he seen the teasing look in your eyes, watching you bite you lip and smile knowingly at him.

“do you like them?” you repeated once you finally caught his attention.

it was a stupid question, he thought.

do you like them?

a very stupid question because anyone in their right mind would have seen the look on his face, and would have already knew that your feet with white nail polish on had a super special place in his heart.

“like them? baby, i-i love them.” he stuttered, flustered and undeniably horny now.

“rinnie?” you asked once more.

he hummed, running his thumb along your knee to encourage you to ask whatever it was you wished— even if it was his birthday.

“kiss them.”

with a growl, suna caressed your right foot gently before placing his lips to your big toe, gently pecking the skin at first before trailing more passionate kisses along the flesh surrounding it.

you gasped when his tongue swiped past his lips with a kiss to the middle of your foot, gently ticking you.

his eyes rolled back at the angelic sound, beginning to indulge in his fantasies of your pretty feet while you lie back and relax.

it had always been a desire of his to treat you like royalty, and now was no different. there was absolutely nothing more that he wanted than to worship you entirely, giving you any pleasure you could ever want and fulfilling your every wish without an ounce of hesitation.

even on his birthday.

“you kiss them so well, rin.” you moaned softly, more pleasured by the sight of him than the actual feeling.

he was beautiful, his hair messy and untamed as it tickled your soles with each kiss placed on the front of your foot. his lips endlessly covered you in kisses, adoring the calm lavender scent that filled his nose with each breath.

“they deserve it.” he mumbled against them, eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

something about the way you so easily demanded him to kiss them, awoke something obedient inside of him, something he had never felt so strongly before. the overwhelming urge to lavish you tonight introduced itself to him, informing him of take over and sending him on his way home.

suddenly, a switch flipped and he was completely gone, lips leaving opened mouth kisses all over your toes and running his tongue along the skin softly.

he was absolutely sure that if he opened his eyes, he would be a goner. the sight greeting him would be his princess looking down at him from her spot on the couch with her pretty eyes begging him to fuck her, he didn’t have to see in order to figure that out beforehand.

but, he just couldn’t shake the image out of his head. he had to see you, whether it meant going rouge or not. he knew his limits and would do absolutely nothing too far, not with his precious princess.

his lips left your skin hesitantly as he head rose back up, spit slicked on his lips and cheeks flushed now.

“love your feet so fucking much, princess.” he muttered. “all mine right?”

“yes, rinnie. all yours. everything of me is all yours.” you whined.

he smiled lazily, turning towards you to finally take in how fuck desperate you are.

surely, he had proven himself right as his eyes landed on your pleading figure, a small pout on your face as if to ask him ‘please, fuck me.’

but what really got him, as he wiped the spit off of your foot, was the way your tummy peaked through your tank top and comfortably sat.

oh, he couldn’t wait to watch it jiggle as he fucked into your sweet cunt later.

rintaro licked his lips, suddenly feeling dry and hot as he imagined just how cute it was to watch your body shake with each thrust as you looked up at him sweetly and whined for him to keep going, keep fucking you and fill you up.

there was nothing he loved more than watching you during sex, resting his eyes on any part of you and finding it breathtaking.

he stroked his thumb over your toes, eyes still trained on your lower belly.

“gonna let me fuck you now, gorgeous?” he gently asked, voice full of love and affection as he asked something so dirty.

you swallowed thickly before nodding, his deep voice sending waves of pleasure through your body as he spoke naughtily.

he smiled feline like.

“words, baby. give your birthday boy some words.”

“yes, please. please, fuck me, rinnie. need it.” you begged, giving in to his sudden dominate behavior.

he leaned down slowly, his eyes flickering to yours as his face moved towards your exposed stomach. heat rose in your cheeks at the realization of the bare skin, but before you could push him away out of embarrassment, his lips brushed against your lower belly, irrupting a moan from you.

“fuck, you’re just so pretty.” suna chuckled against you. “can’t wait to put my cock in this princess cunt of yours while i fuck you silly.”

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