#sunaxblackreader

[lvrgrls-wrld]

Bliss

WC: 2k

Summary: You meet an annoyingly hot stoner at your favorite smoke spot.

Warning: smoking and language

Authors note: I can only hope that this is better than the original. But, I do have an end goal to this fan fiction. I’m open to any constructive criticism !! Enjoy <3

You felt the flashing lights on your skin and named the colors with every flash. Blue. Green. Red. Purple. Why do disco ball lights never have warm colors? They're always so harsh.

An elbow gently nudged your ribs, Kiyoko sat next to you with her eyes low and eyebrow raised. “Are you ok?”

Yes, maybe? No. You settled with a shrug.

You and your best friend, Kiyoko, decided it was a good idea to go to one of Atsumu’s infamous parties after eating an edible. Spring break has begun, and the best way to distract yourself from your steady fall of your grades was a good high, mediocre music, and junk food. Unbeknownst to Kiyoko, you had two of the multi-colored gummies instead of the recommended dosage. It was a stupid move even if one gummy didn’t get you high enough.

“Hey, do we need to go,” Kiyoko’s voice sobers you briefly. She still managed to act like the more responsible one even while under the influence. She’s such a good friend. You sit up, “No, I just need some water I’ll be fine,” You move to get up, and she raises her brow, noticing your struggle to regain your balance. “I’ll come with you,” she starts to stand, but you stop her with your hand to her shoulder. “Stay, I can handle myself. If anything happens, I know where to find you.” She shrugs her shoulders, knowing that you can hold your own. She’s seen you cuss out your fair share of men that tend to get too… touchy.

You walk across the room and give her a thumbs up to ease her nervousness before making your way out of the living room. There was a significant number of fewer people in the kitchen, causing you to take a sigh of relief. Everyone seemed to be drinking in the garage or loitering in the living room. Some people even made their way to the bedrooms even though on the flyers it said anyone caught in the bedrooms would ‘suffer public humiliation.’ It sounds stupid, but with Atsumu as a host, you don’t doubt his power to actually do so. Making your way to the fridge for a drink, you get lost in your thoughts.

College classes were kicking your butt. Luckily, spring break provided a buffer before the stress began to really get to you. You went to sit on top of the counter but stopped yourself, knowing Osamu would have a fit. So you decided to make your way to the back porch. At the beginning of the school year, this was your go-to spot when coming to Atsumu’s parties. The perfect place to smoke without worrying about strangers that would ask for a hit. You weren’t looking for a smoking spot this time, but the visuals out there were pretty good.

“It’s rude to stare,” a deep voice rumbled, you could hear the rasp from him inhaling. “It's also rude to blow smoke in strangers' faces,” you retort, rolling your eyes.

However, you weren’t welcomed with the smell of clean-cut grass but with a large cloud of smoke. Flinching away, you turned to glare at whoever blew it. All you saw was the glowing red end of a… blunt? You squinted at the dark stranger. Who are you?

He chuckled, “It’s not rude if I didn’t know you were going to come out here,”

“But, why would you blow smoke in front of a door,” you blinked into the darkness.

Silence. You smirked knowing you had him, “Exactly.”

“Listen, I came out here to be alone, not talk to more people. Now, if you’d kindly leave, and close the door on your way in.” he huffed, displeasure evident in his tone. You stared at the shadow of a person with a scrunched up face. Who does he think he is?

Crossing your arms, you scowl at the arrogant prick. “Why are you at a party if you don’t want to talk to people? As a matter of fact, don't answer that, I don’t care.” You quickly turned to face the large backyard, choosing to save your high, before he really got you mad. The moonlight shone on a patch of grass, almost beckoning you to sit on it. So, you popped your earbuds in and walked over, plopping on the grass.

After you had your fill of creativity, you decided to check your socials, you had an instagram and tiktok account that had short stories of characters you’ve drawn. Slowly you’ve been gaining followers by the hundreds this past month and even got a little money from it. Whenever you saw the comments that would share their love and sometimes criticism, your heart would swell. You appreciated your followers, especially the ones that have stuck with you since your first post.

You wanted to completely ignore the person in the corner, so you chose a song from your favorite playlist, then looked up at the starry sky. It was beautiful, unsurprisingly. Your imagination ran free, letting yourself come up with stories of intergalactic princesses and badass warriors. If I knew I was going to have a creative surge, I would've brought my sketchbook. Drawing was your passion, but you never went to art school because you knew the love for it would've been lost. Luckily, you first realized it when you took art classes in middle school. However, you took creative writing now, which fed into your interest.

The feeling of cold water droplets fell onto your skin, momentarily pausing your movements. You whipped your head to the forgotten stranger. But, this time, he wasn’t in the dark corner. This time, you saw him fully. Your eyes dragged from his jordans, to the dark grey jeans, and up to his compressed t-shirt. Was it supposed to fit like that? His lean muscle was glaringly obvious, through it. A sleeve tattoo wrapped around his arm and peaked through his collar, but it didn’t compare to his eyes. They were low and red and hot.

Fuck me, why is he so fine? You glanced down at his lips and noticed his smirk.

You sighed, “Did you- Did you throw water at me?”

“It's rude to stare,” that dried you up real quick. Once again, with the displaced manners.

“Yes,” he said, “I was trying to get your attention, but you were stuck in your phone.”

Yep, It was time to go. You texted Kiyoko to ask her man to take you guys home.

You saw water droplets that fell onto your phone. He threw water at you again. You flicked your eyes up at his stupid face with his stupid smile. “Are you kidding me right now?” you asked, a scowl on your face.

Plopping next to you on the grass, he stretched his legs out and leaned onto his hands. The smell of his cologne hit you, kind of a deep cedar, with a hint of sweetness to it. “Whatever,” he said chuckling, “I didn’t want to talk, and now I do, I can’t change my mind?” You gave him a dumbfounded look.

“I’m bored, let's talk,” he responded. Flicking the blunt onto the floor, he makes his way to your moonlit patch of grass. “What happened to wanting to be ‘alone’, and ‘not talk to more people?’” you mocked him. He might be handsome, but his personality was pretty fucking ugly.

He sighs, “You're right I was being rude, let's start over” he stuck his hand out to you. You looked at his hand then his eyes, then back again. You didn’t trust that glint in his eye.

Fortunately, your phone dinged, meaning you got a text, but before you could unlock it, it was yanked from your hands. You watched him put his hand behind his back, and stick his other hand out to you. “My name is Suna Rintaro, a close friend of Atsumu Miya, and I major in photography. Tell me about yourself.”

“I sat here and introduced myself, and you still decided to look at your phone for the third time tonight. I’m just trying to help your addiction,” Shrugging, he put his stretched out hand down.

Your jaw dropped. Is this his way of flirting? Ew. “Um, you can’t just take my phone.”

“Firstly, I don’t have an addiction, I just don’t want to talk to you. Second, I need to see if my ride's here. So, if you could hand me back my phone I would greatly appreciate it.” This time you held your hand out but, for your phone, not to shake.

“Introduce yourself, and you’ll get your phone,” he gave you a bored look.

Grimacing at his reply, you finally responded, you told him your name, your friendship with the brothers and your love for creative writing. There was a pause after you spoke.

Then he shook your hand, grinned, “see it’s not that hard,” and handed your phone to you.

You quickly took it back, and looked at the message on the phone:

He’ll be 20 minutes

You good?

you never came back

I’m in the backyard

Mb i forgot to let you know

You’re good

Should I come back

Unless you wanna talk to people besides me, no

You looked up at him and caught his gaze. With a quirked brow, he tilted his head “Problem?”

At least five minutes pass, and you take a peek up at him, only to see him staring back at you. “You tried and failed,” he mumbled, then looked at the sky. “Excuse me?” you asked

“No, just that I’m not leaving as soon as I would like,” you huffed and fell back onto the grass. Maybe he’ll leave me alone if I pretend to take a nap. You close your eyes and wait. Then softly snored, to really sell the nap taking place.

“Nothing, just noticing your stupidity.”

I wonder if his ass ever gets jealous of all the shit that comes out of his mouth.

“Wait for real? You heard everything I said, in my head,” you sat up, eyes blown wide. He leans down to your height and grins, “Everything,”

He laughs. Hard. Like a lean back and giggle from your gut, laugh. “I said that out loud,” you sighed. As he wipes tears from his eyes, he tries to speak, “ye-” then he bursts out laughing again. Is my inner monologue outering? “Yes,” he responds.

“Yeah right,” you say scoffing, “then tell me this ‘everything’ you're referring to.”

“Nothing, just a bunch of questions, and then how you think I’m-” he tilts his head, and taps his chin, as if he’s trying to remember something,”what was it…Fine?”

You sit there and stare at each other, tension creeping between the two of you. The seconds seem too slow, and you didn’t mind it.

“Yeah you're fine,” admitting to your previous thought, “personality’s shit though.”

His breath hit your face as he sighed, then looked back up at the sky. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Those 30 seconds felt like an hour, and you couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing yet.

You lay back, and he follows. He didn’t speak, and neither did you, nothing but the distant sounds of clattering cups and boisterous laughter was heard. This lasted for five minutes until he broke the silence, “hey,” he waited.

“Yes?” you ask.

“Tell me about yourself.”

This time you do. You tell him about your love for drawing, and creating stories. Even about your growing popularity on your social media accounts, to that he nudged your soldier and asked if he was ‘meeting a celebrity.’ You both laughed, and then you told him more, it was simple things like your favorite color, food, song, and a whole bunch of nothing. But, he listened like it was everything.

Cross-legged and upright, you told him your life story, how you got to where you are now. With your knees touching his side, you two seemed, almost, intimate. He felt it, the gentle sparks, igniting on his side. But, you were too busy telling him when you first got high. As he watched you speak so animatedly, he realized he actually enjoyed your company, which was a first.

The ding on your phone came faster than you thought, your enthusiasm slowly faded as you finished talking. Then you glanced at your phone, not wanting to check the message.

“Time to go?” he asked, noticing your shift in mood. “Probably,” mumbling, while picking up your phone.

TANAKA’S HERE!!

Finally i’m ready to get out of these clothes.

omw

Feeling his gaze on you, you slowly lift your head, giving him a sad smile. “Yeah, I got to go,” you huff as you get up, and then watch him get up as well. You didn’t realize he was so tall. Sitting down, he looked tall, but it was completely different when you actually stood up. You stared into his eyes and then glanced down to his lips, the wry smile he had curved at the end of his mouth.

“Well it was nice talking to you,” you say, taking a step back. You waited for his response, but none came. Instead of embarrassing yourself even further, you turned to leave. But, his hand shot out and gently gripped your wrist, “It was nice listening.” The heat from his compliment blossomed all over your face and tickled the top of your ears. With that, you made your way inside the house.

I plan to post every Sunday, including this upcoming one!

[lvrgrls-wrld]

Bliss

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Plug!SunaXStoner!blackreader

Warnings: Smoking, and cussing.

WC:1.5k

Summary: You decide to hang with Atsumu's friends and one happens to have the best weed you've ever smoked

Genre: I honestly don't know

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You ain’t know what was wrong with you. Probably cause you were high as hell and had the munchies. “Girl lets go you bout high as hell,” currently you were at a party at Atsumu’s house and your bestie ,Kiyoko, was the designated driver and she couldn’t stand seeing you high out your mind while any nigga there would try to take of advantage of you. “Now you know damn well you’re the one that dragged me here. Don’t blame me for enjoying the party in my own way,” you told her scrunching your face up. But, you got up anyway cause ain't no way you bout to listen to her complain and blow your high. The music was fuzzy in your ears and every time you took a step it felt like you were walking on water. Yeah it's time for you to go home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Timeskip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yesterday… was something. You ain't have a headache but almost everything was a blur. Definitely got a little too high. Fuck. “I hope I ain't did something I regret.” Getting up to go get some food you heard your phone somewhere in your sheets. Then after patting down what seems like your whole bed you finally found it and answered the phone call. 

‘YYYY////NNNN’

“Bitch wtf why you moaning my name. You must like me huh,”

‘Girl-’

“ Its aight babygirl I know you luh me. Less fuck then get eloped”

‘Whoa first off I gotta boyfriend so we can’t get eloped second what you need in your life is some dick you horny freaky kinky fuck talking bout marriage and fucking. Girl bye’

“Fuck that nigga Tanaka. I can give so much more but you over here worried bout that bald ass wigga jigga boo.”

‘Whatever I’m loyal to my man. We for real locked in tight like a bootyhole’

“Ew fuck off my phone with that nasty ass shit. Ain't nobody asked what Tanaka’s little freaky ass likes in bed. He prolly like to be fucked instead of doing the fucking.”

‘Shut the fuck up’

“You shut the fuck up”

‘Aight I gotta go I luh you’

“Aight I love you too”

Hanging up the phone you saw a big tittied bitch getting fucked  from the back. Woah. Your horny ass forgot to exit out of it yesterday “Damn I guess I do need dick in my life,” Closing the tab and heading downstairs you decided to make yourself some toast with hella butter cause that shit be hitting different when you first wake up. As you turned on the TV and got ready to chill for the rest of the day. You got a text message from Kiyoko.

Be ready in 30 mins We going to atsumus to hang   Why i need to go???? Cause Tanaka wanna go and i dont wanna b by myself Plus you know them That doesnt mean i wanna go There’ll be weed. Dam u makin me seem like a feen  Add in food and ill go Bet.

Groaning you got up and turned off the tv. After finishing your toast you went to get ready and chose a cute little outfit cause Atsumu be having fine ass friends. It was a spiderman crop top with jeans and your favorite spiderman beanie. You was looking mad cute but not like you was trying to hard. Cause you aint stunting no-mf-body. BEEP BEEP. “COME ON BITCH LETS GO,” the ghetto. You grabbed your bag and hurried to get your stuff. “Charger, phone, keys, pen, wallet, headphones” you told yourself going down the checklist of things you always put in your bag before you leave the house. You turned all the lights off and headed for the car after locking the door on your way out. “You know you coulda just texted me right,” 

“Yeah but I didn’t want to”

Straight facing  her you then nodded to Tanaka in the rearview mirror and closed the car door. No matter how much shit you talked about Tanaka you knew he was a cool dude yall just like to mess with each other hella. You put your headphones on and enjoyed the ride.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Timeskip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Before even walking through the doors you were hit with the smell of za. There wasn’t a lot of people, maybe like 8 and you only knew 3 of them. Didn’t really matter though cause they were to high too notice you for real. 

“Y/N!”

Well now they did. Atsumu’s loud ass had to yell your name. Bro don’t ever know how to talk swear, you awkwardly waved and sat on the couch closest to the door.  “What’er you doin here? I ain't knew you were coming, if I did ya know I woulda gotten ready or whateva,” he was high as fuck whenever you two would get high together he always would be a flirt way more than he usually was. That's why you stopped smoking with him. He was a little too flirty for your liking. “Boy please ain't nobody worried bout you. Where’s your brother?” you told him casually brushing him off and changing the subject. “He’s in the kitchen where he always is. But you tryna roll up?”  

This tall green eyed dude cleared his throat while looking at Atsumu with his face scrunched up. He was fine like something you never seen before. His tattoo’s were hot as hell in the lighting. It looked like a whole story on his arm and you wanted to ask about it but decided not to. And his eyes were somehow fox-like and the lips. God the lips. At this point you were just checking him out. Literally from the piercings lining his ears to his uncreased forces. 

“Y/N!”

Slowly tuning back into the conversation and looking at Atsumu you asked him “Why you always yelling?” 

“Maybe its cause you over there eye fucking Suna instead of paying attention,” he told you while taking a hit from the blunt. “Just cause I was looking that way doesn’t mean I was checking him out.  Jealousy isn’t a good look on you booboo now what do you want,” you said rolling your eyes. Honestly on the inside you were embarrassed hella cause who wouldn’t be. “Well I was gonna ask if you wanna roll up,” you turned back to ‘Suna’, looked him in the eyes and asked “If it's ok with you..”

He nodded and took another hit, eyes not leaving yours. Fuck. He was fine as hell. Atsumu passed you the tray which already had everything you needed on it. Then you were in your zone, starting grinding, pouring, then rolling it all up. His eyes stayed on you. You felt it and with chase Atlantic playing in the background it made the vibe feel even better. Next thing you knew you licked the paper and closed the ends. You did pretty damn good for it being on the spot. “Roller gets first hit,” some white haired dude said tossing you the lighter. You said thanks while putting the blunt between your lips and lighting it. 

Holy shit.

 After 3 good hits and 30 minutes you were already up there. It felt as if your whole body was tingling and you knew if you were to get up you’d probably stumble a little bit. “Is this shit laced?” you said to nobody in particular.

“Nah, Suna’s shit is just strong,” the white haired dude said laughing and shaking his head.

Then as if  he teleported in an apron Osamu called your name. “Y/n, I didn’t know you were here,”

You smiled up at him “ Yeah I knew you were in there cooking and I ain’t wanna bother you,” he kissed his teeth and then rolled his eyes.

Gesturing for you to get up he said “You know I don’t give a fuck about that shit next time come say hi. And gimmie a hug,”  You got up ,without stumbling, and gave him a big hug. You and Osamu were mad cool like literally yall would meet almost every week.

“How come you don’t greet me like that when I come through the door?” it was the white haired dude who said that. You ain't know who the fuck that nigga was.

“Whatever, ignore him. Did Atsumu already introduce everybody?” You looked at Atsumu who was scratching his head and then shook your head no.

After he introduced everybody you had the munchies and wanted the food Kiyoko promised. But looking over you saw that she was knocked out on Tanaka’s shoulder.  You put your headphones on and got up to go get some food low-key annoyed at the fact that you had to get up. You went to get water from the fridge and put some onigiri on a paper towel. Then sat on the counter as you got Brent Faiyaz pulled up. Whenever you were high you had to listen to music cause it felt like a journey that no one else could experience. Like the artist was talking specifically for you and only you. And Brent did that every time. So, it was just you swinging your legs on the counter while eating your onigiri while the music pulled you into a certain bliss that couldn't be replicated from anything else.

"Excuse me," you paused your chewing and stopped swinging your legs. It felt almost like a record scratch because the voice was deep as hell. You're gazed trailed from his feet to his eyes, it was obvious you were checking him out but, you were too high to give a fuck. "Excuse me," he said once again.

This time you answered, "Do you need something?" you asked while tilting your head and taking an earbud out.

He licked his lips and made his way to you "I was wondering if you wanted to come around next time we did something like this," now he was crossing his arms and leaning against the counter in front of you. He was confident. But, you couldn't tell if he was naturally like this or if the weed was a big factor of the way he was acting now. Fuck it, you thought. He was fine as hell but, you don't wanna seem easy.

"I don't know, I mean I don't even know you," you told him sweeping your eyes over his mouth "and if I do pull up. Will I have to pay? I don't wanna smoke up all your shit, that would be rude." This time you were staring at him in his eyes. Just like yours they were red and low. You knew what you were doing and so did he.

He smirked and said "As long as you roll up there wouldn't be a problem. I'm always the one rolling up it'd be nice for there to be a change."

You shrugged, "I'll think about it," telling him as you resumed kicking your legs. He pushed himself off the counter and in 2 strides was in front of you. He crouched down to your eye level and leaned forward to your ear.

"I don't think you understand," he was so close you could hear his mouth move "I want you there," his scent was overwhelming. You took a deep breath which caused your chest to press into him. You weren't wearing a bra. He noticed too, you could tell by the whisper of his laugh.

You brought your hand to his neck and slid it up to his hair. He moved his head away from your ear and stared at you, eye to eye. You bit your lip and clutched his hair at the nape of his neck.

Then tugging it lightly you told him, "I said, I'll think about it, I don't give a damn if you want me there or not." You gently pushed him back and jumped off the counter, then made your way back into the living room.

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AN: Are yall messing with this? And should I make this into a series?

Cause I feel like only a little bit was really Sunaxblackreader.