Fuck around and find out (quite literally). Y/n meets a random guy at a random bar and has a one night stand with him that will soon evolve into a friends with benefits kind of relationship. Though feelings are involved, because they always are.
status: on going
pairing: suna rintarou x reader
cw: mdni, fem!reader, kinda nerd!suna, fwb (no explicit smut), suggestive, lowkey obsessed suna, smoking and drinking, college au, commitment issues, characters probably ooc, jealousy, situationship, do not mind the timestamps, happy ending
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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, very slow updates (warnings will vary as story continues)
tag list: none as of right now
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INTRODUCTIONS: future nomads | (un)safe place | payed shit talkers
tobio knows that he loves you, that he's devoted to you, that he'd do anything for you — you know this. but what you don't know, not yet, is that he realizes, only three months into dating, that he's going to marry you. growing up, after his grandfather passed and miwa got too busy to attend his games, no one showed up for him to watch him play. even well into adulthood, there's no family present in the friends & family section all professional athletes are assigned. you two are long-distance for the time being, and you tell him, teary-eyed, that your flight got canceled at the last minute and you can't show up to his game. he walks into the stadium frowning, upset and not speaking to anyone during his warm-ups. his other teammates' families are entering, and he can see them waving at their loved ones. he's focused on himself until he hears a voice shouting from above:
"play well, tobio!!!" you're wearing his jersey, holding up a poster of support, the only one in his otherwise empty friends & family section.
he can't stop the smile from stretching across his face, and play well he does.
it turns out, after your original flight got canceled, you managed to find a last-minute flight leaving in less than two hours after your disappointing phone call with him. you rushed to the airport, had to have two shitty layovers, and barely got any sleep, but you showed up. he tells you, you didn't have to do all of that. and his heart nearly explodes when you just squeeze his hand and give a gentle hum before telling him, yeah, but i wanted to.
it’s been hours of him relentlessly pounding you, flipping you from position to position. but you love it, and he does too. watching you love drunk on his cock with hearts in your pupils, it’s adorable.
it’s a cute sight really, your ankles next to his ears while your knees hover over the sheets.
“gonna fill you up,” thrust. “wanna be a mommy?” thrust. “have my babies?” thrust. it was painfully delicious, the way he kissed your cervix so desperate to come inside of you, listening to the way you chant his name over and over.
“want it—! please.” he loves to hear you beg for it, seeing your eyes fixated on his length pumping in and out of you. it’s not long before his moans stutter and thrusts dwindle and he’s spilling a thick load into your pretty pussy, breeding you to your fullest.
a/n i already did the html for this before i changed my theme and i’m to lazy to redo it!
tagging: @hqmafia
# NUMBER 1: USERS
LINK !
use him, and he’ll use you. simple. he likes taking turns with whos fucking who. he wraps his arms behind your back so he can forcefully pull you onto him essentially using you as his personal sex toy. no mater how much you whine, you’re not going anywhere. he wants you seated in his lap, holding you tight, taking his cock till he hits your cervix and fills you up.
he wants you to ride him, i’m sure the name was self explanatory? he doesnt always want to be in charge all the time, so he’ll let you take over. seeing you on top is fun and sexy but so fucking intimate at the same time. the eye contact between you two, the way his hands roam all over your body casually finding leisure on your hips and waist to bounce you up and down at a pace that’s pleasurable for both of you. the kissing, THE KISSING HELLO?
you just want to make him feel good, and he knows that so he’ll fuck up into you to make sure that you feel just as good as good as him. you feel too good to resist, and it wouldn’t be fair if you had all the fun now would it?
sleepy, lazy, cuddle sex. yes. he’s not quite sure whether he wants to snuggle you in his arms, or be balls deep in your cunt, so why not both? the warmth of your body’s so close together, arms wrapped around each other, it’s pure bliss and overall just feels so good. especially when it’s in the morning and y’all just woke up, you happened to be so needy and couldn’t wait any longer. it’s all worth when you fall asleep cockwarming him.
breed. breed. breed. ONLY THING THAT MATTERS. his only concern is stuffing you full of his cum. he just wants to breed his baby n’ make you a pretty little mommy. best believe your legs are getting pushed back into that matting press while he pounds your bruised cunt, whispering praises in your ear about how he can’t wait to see you pregnant, babble and moaning from the overstim of fucking his cum into you.
how did you think you dressing up in his favourite lingerie, and sending him pictures of you in it waiting for him to get home would end? if you guessed getting fucked hanging over your bed, than you are correct! how dare you make him hard at work/practice, the minute he opened that door there was no getting out of what you’ve cause, surely you’d be put in your place, even tho that’s what you wanted the whole time. all that blood rushing to your head while he fucks you from behind hearing you babble inaudible words. “fucking brat enjoying what’s supposed to be punishment” you whine at his words, gaining you nothing but a harsh slap on your ass.
if there is one thing that suna doesn’t do lazily, it’s eating your pussy.
his tongue reaches every crevice of your folds, running up and down the sensitive organ until your begging him with shaking hands in his hair, to tongue-fuck your clit.
and so he does.
plush lips wrapped gently around the bundle of nerves as he suckled on it, his tongue rapidly flicking as it’s cradled in his hot, wet mouth. his half-lidden eyes would stay glued to yours the whole entire time, watching as you tried your best to keep the eye contact going, remembering the words he always told you beforehand:
look away, and i’ll stop.
but, he doesn’t really ever want to stop, because the look on his sweet, pretty girl’s face when he makes her cum is plenty enough to make up for your shitty listening skills. the way your thighs shake around his head, trying desperately not to close in fear of hurting him— not that he ever minds. your mouth open and letting out small gasps and loud whines as his lips begin to kiss something wetter; it’s all like a high to him, a rush of adrenaline composed out of love and the need to make his princess feel good.
your usual boyfriend resorts back to his lazy ways the moment after he gives your clit a small peck and whispers out a ‘thank you’ to the nerves— a ritual he’s done ever since you started sleeping together.
so yeah, contrary to popular belief, suna rintaro is not a lazy pussy eater.
Imagine being the anonymous girl Suna gets absolutely infatuated with at a friend’s party.
🎶 BLAME IT (CLUB MIX)- JAMIE FOXX (FEAT. T-PAIN)
🎶 NEW FLAME- CHRIS BROWN (FEAT. USHER & RICK ROSS)
YOU
He’s sitting comfortably on the couch amongst a group of other guys when you walk in. He doesn’t spot you yet since you direct yourself to the kitchen. Once you return with a drink in your hand, something light and fruity, it’s easy to locate who the coordinator of the party is, considering the entire living room revolves around their friend group and whatever game was on the TV.
Yeah the rest of them were attractive, you observe, but they clearly knew it, talking all loud and sending not-so-subtle flirts to the slightly tipsy girls around them.
Except him. He sat with his arm thrown over the back pillows, other hand grasping the solo cup as the music blares.
His dark brown hair falls over his low eyes, and it looks like he hasn’t said a single word— only sending small nods and lifting his lip the slightest bit into a smile every now and then.
Your thigh-high boots imperceptibly clack on the wood floor with your entrance, but the man’s eyes tell you he hears it. He’s sharp to his senses, making no question there isn’t alcohol in his system.
•———•
SUNA
His friends aren’t discussing anything in particular, just enjoying themselves, some even too much. Nobody was really watching the game anyway.
“Sunarin, ‘yer quiet today,” Atsumu turns to check up on him. He’s not as drunk as he usually gets around this time of night, so his intentions are good.
Aran retorts, “He’s always quiet,” shooting a quick message and taking another swig of his drink.
“Not really. He gets worse than me sometimes.”
This causes Suna to lift his back from the cushion of the couch to defend himself, inducing a hearty laugh from Atsumu (that would laugh at anything).
“Woah woah, let’s not go that far; I’ve seen you butt-ass naked on several unwarranted occasions.”
Atsumu shrugs and Suna rests his case, returning to his previous position, shaking his head at the audacity of the accusation, and bringing the cup to his lips. He resumes what he does best: watching.
It was a good sized party, and usually he knows who will show up, but when he heard you and felt the unknown presence, he knew he hadn’t ever seen you before. If he had, he wouldn’t have to stare as long as he did.
The boots accentuated your legs, stopping at your mid thigh and leaving about two inches of space between that and your tight leather skirt. The material was clinging to your skin in a desperate attempt to cover what it’s supposed to.
Your thighs were big even under the ruched fabric as well. Were you an athlete? Why hadn’t he seen you on campus?
Suna went to take another sip, but this time, the cup lingered at his mouth for a larger amount of time. As he trailed his eyes up your body, admiring the dip of your breasts into the low-cut, long sleeve shirt that was perfect for the cooler seasons in comparison to the bras and single strands of clothes he’s seen, all he’s thinking about is the best way to throw those long legs over his shoulders and which way to flick his tongue to make your hips twist. In fact, they sway back and forth when you walk.
Your plush lips reach the cup in your own hand as you sit on the smaller accent couch to the left of him. The thighs he loves must multiply when you cross your legs one over the other and they smash together, but Suna never even knew legs were a turn-on until he saw you.
Little did he know, the most sober of his friends followed his eyes.
He leans in close, “Fuck, look at that. An absolute dime if I’ve ever seen one.”
Suna ignores him, humming half-assedly in response— but if he would have known he would take it as encouragement, he wouldn’t have done anything at all.
“Hold on.”
He rises from his seat, stalking over to you. The brunette watches the whole thing unfold. A classic.
He holds a hand out in hopes you’ll take it. You do.
He uses the opportunity to take a seat and ask you about your day or where you’re from. You answer.
He brushes your hair behind your ear, mainly because it usually works.
Of course the irritation bubbles in his stomach, but it dies down as quickly as it came. Because he notices things his friend doesn’t.
Your shoulders are tense. Your smile doesn’t even reach the one you walked in with. The leg underneath the top one bounces. And the whole time, you were looking directly at Suna.
A shameless, intrigued stare the two of you shared. The conversation with the man beside you couldn’t have been interesting enough to engage in, but you’d probably feel bad, so you giggle fakely at him every now and then and nod your head. He raises your hand (that he never let go) and brings it to his lips.
Suna’s pride swells when you don’t acknowledge it. Instead, you gaze through eyes that haven’t fell from you since you walked in. With one last sip of his drink, Suna tests you, placing the empty cup on the coffee table in front of him while simultaneously grabbing his phone off it. This darts your eyes away and they trail along his movements, negating any doubts he possessed.
Suna smiles one last time and comes to his feet. If you were feeling anything like he was, you would follow behind him.
•———•
YOU
“Hey, where’s the bathroom?” You smile at the man before you sweetly. Poor thing, you don’t even remember his name.
Coincidently, he points the direction the mysterious guy went, asking if he needed to lead you there. Your hand pats lightly on his as you tell him it’s okay.
You clench the bag between your fingers and dodge through the crowd of people, only barely being able to keep the head of brown hair in your view. He didn’t even look back.
Finally, he opens the sliding door to the backyard and turns the corner. Of course, you follow.
It’s a little chilly even with only a few inches of your body out when you push the glass to the right, then turn around and close it behind yourself. You observe your surroundings: surprisingly taken care of grass with fallen leaves scattered around, a grill on the pavement, a fence going around the area. The only thing it’s missing are the lounge chairs.
“If I didn’t know any better,” you turn your head to the voice in the dark of night as he approaches you leisurely, “I’d say you were following me.”
His lip lifts upwards once reveals himself under the patio light. He doesn’t stop until he’s less than a foot from you, taller than you’d imagine him sitting down and even more overwhelming when you’re alone.
You retort, making sure to cross your arms and tilt your head just as he did his, “Oh come on. You mean to tell me you didn’t plan this?”
His eyes flicker to your arms, then your chest.
You remind him, “My eyes are up here.”
This catches his attention, eventually morphing his smile into a downturned one. Then he’s moving again, pushing his arms back, shrugging the jacket off, and reaching around your body to throw it over your shoulders.
It was then you realized. You had falsely accused him of thinking about something he shouldn’t be.
•———•
SUNA
He was definitely thinking about something he shouldn’t have been.
He should have never looked down.
The hanging gold jewelry rested just before the divot of your breasts. It was then he noticed the bumps prickling at your skin that signify your temperature, but even though there was good intent, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about other things that would rest perfectly between them. His hand— the tent growing in his black jeans, perhaps.
Your cheeks flush red at the gesture, and the embarrassment shows itself in the lightness of your voice when you tell him thank you. You press your arms through the jacket and leave it unzipped.
“You can’t get embarrassed on me now.” Suna brings his finger to pinch under your chin. He brushes away the hair in your face from the cool breeze, making you close your eyes as a reflex, then stuffs the hand in his pocket. “Saw the way you were looking.”
And maybe he should have kept the hair there. And maybe he should have stayed in his seat. Because now when your eyes flutter open as he looks down at you, closer, willfully giving him control, he sinks in orbs that could easily end a man. They swam with want, still managing to be big and deer-like even with the desire lurking behind them. The only way he knew it was there was by the way you wouldn’t look back at his own eyes, but his lips.
“You were too.” Your voice floats through his ears, and you finally catch his gaze, but you can’t pick an eye to look in. His thumb comes to prod at your fluffy lip.
“You walk in like that and expect me not to? Look at you.”
He taps your hip with a finger, then nudges you around so your back is to his front. Your fingers gather the hair between you two.
He presses up close, making sure his breath fans on your neck and his hands are gliding up your body. From this high angle he could really admire all of your chest that was on display for him, even as he was pressing light kisses just under your ear. They were warmth in the cold.
His fingers roll over your shoulders that are covered by his jacket. “In this dark, green shirt that matches your skin perfectly.”
“Yeah?” You smile. The last thing you thought he’d say is something you were contemplating while getting dressed.
“Yeah.” He sighs back. His touch creeps downwards, to your upper back, then under your arms and to the side of both your mounds. He doesn’t squeeze them together, but gently rolls his hands around the front.
“Paired with your great posture, so your tits sit pretty.”
You release a satisfied humming sound that stills in the air. When he’s done feeling there, he slides down to your hips, rubbing circles into your back with his thumb using one hand, and the other lining the waistband of the leather skirt.
“And this little skirt that leaves little to imagination.” His voice gets impossibly lower when he says this one, reverberating through your core.
Before you can fall too deep into his complements, you quickly turn yourself around and rebut in the best way you know how to. Aggression.
“Is that all? Or do you want to flatter me some more?” You giggle, gripping onto his hands giddily. You have to stand on tiptoes to reach his lips.
“I can go all day.”
You try to ignore the innuendo and instead focus on the softness of his touch. The cold reddens his cheeks, softening his otherwise sharp features.
“What happened to ‘hello?’ Or ‘My name is?’”
He chuckles, and it’s a more than fulfilling sound. “I think you forget the part where you followed me out here. What if I was a murderer?”
“You wanted me to.”
“I did.”
“And you aren’t a murderer.”
“You don’t know that.”
“You would have killed me by now!”
He shakes his head, “Nah, I would’ve kept you around. Too pretty to die like that.”
You shine a bright smile at him and it’s like his world stops. Your face is all red from the complements or the cold, he doesn’t know, but even just holding onto you while you joke outside is enough for him.
“My name is Suna. Rintarō.”
“Suna.” You parrot. He tightens his grip on your hands. “What?”
“It sounds better when you say it.”
You decide to try and press his buttons like he’s done you so far. “It’ll sound even better if I’m screaming it, Rintarō.”
You almost trip with how suddenly he tugs you to his body by your hands, making sure to catch you as he was sure you’d stumble. One hand is firm on your waist while the other is at your nape to crane your neck up to him. Like a switch flips.
“I can arrange that,” he groans into your lips, then he passionately connects them while pulling your waist closer to his.
(He never got your number and only did once he attended every party after that)
i absolutely need suna x reader having secret sex while the miya twins are a room across🫣
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
You had no real attraction to Suna, but it was just one of those nights where your brothers came home after a game, bringing his friends along with him to celebrate, and to avoid sitting in their sweat, they had to shower. Thank god you took yours before the boys made it. Being the last to shower when the floor is wet and it’s steamy already is literally the worst shit ever.
The problem was, Suna never really came over; therefore, he had no real way to know which room was your brothers’.
He had specific instructions to shower and take some clothes from his room. Looking back on it, he should’ve asked which door it is, but strutting back with nothing but a towel on his waist is not an option. So, he resorts to opening every door until he finds what he would think is the room of his teammate. Or rather…either of them?
Instead, the knob twists as you’re fully bent over in your walk-in closet, digging through a basket of clean clothes for a t-shirt. Of course it had to be the second you wanted to change when he walked in, and not when you were comfortably reading in bed with a little light on earlier. There’s no bra on your chest now, just a pair of navy blue lace panties.
Hey! On the bright side: they could’ve been cotton with “kiss my ass” stamped on the back.
Your arms draw up in an effort to hide your chest when you hear the twist of the knob and the door come flying open. Key word is effort, because now your breasts are pressed up against each other, which Suna believes is ten times worse for you than the position he found you in. At least when you were bent over, he had to imagine whatever he couldn’t see.
“Holy— shit!” you exclaim, eyeing the man at your door that’s actively dripping water on your carpet. His hair is fallen and sticking to his face messily, just enough for you to spot his slim eyes. He doesn’t say anything at first.
It’s mainly just him blinking blankly at you while you panic, searching the room for literally anything to provide some decency, but once you render the clear lack of any emotion you currently possessed in his body, it calms your nerves a bit.
He’s seen a woman before. It doesn’t make him any less prone to being attracted to puffy lips and nipples only covered by an arm, but it somehow soothes you to know he won’t make a big deal out of it and maybe not even mention it to your siblings.
Eventually, you throw on the nearest shirt over your head and pull your hair through, dirty or clean, still with no pants to match.
You sigh deeply, “What is it Suna?” It comes out in an irritated grunt.
“You know my name.” His eyebrows raise with surprise, but not as high as the average person’s would.
“Yeah, I do. Is there a reason you’re still here?”
He presses on: “How do you know it? Do they talk about me a lot?”
Your head drops in your palm to shake back and forth. “I can’t do this right now,” he overhears your mumble.
“My bad, I was looking for Tsumu’s room but got jump-scared instead.”
Despite saying this, he still stands in the doorway— not with it cracked, but with it wide fucking open— and it’s then when creaks from the stairs clears the air between you two. He doesn’t move, but you quickly shove him over to peek around the corner, then drag him into your bedroom before whoever it is gets the wrong idea by the view from the hallway.
While you’re turned after throwing him mindlessly into your room, he readjusts the falling towel around his waist. What he said finally hits you a few moments too late.
“Jump-scared?! You? I’m in the comfort of my own room when you barge in with nothing on!” Your hands gesture up and down his body as you scold him. “And don’t talk about my body like that!” Only he doesn’t really look at your eyes. When you’re done, he finds your attention.
“It was really an accident, but I’ll stay until whoever goes back downstairs,” he shrugs. “And why does it smell like sex in here?”
Your cheeks redden. There was a reason you were looking for a change of clothes. “It doesn’t.”
“Yeah, it does.” He flops back onto the bed carelessly, dipping your comforter.
“Stop! You’re getting my sheets wet.” His body has only slightly dried, but with the full head of hair he has, it hasn’t dried at all. “Suna, get up.”
“They probably already are.”
He closes his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. His stature was not what you thought it’d be. He was tall and packed with muscle in his legs. You could tell that much by the pictures if you didn’t figure it out by the fact that when he’s sitting you’re still face to face, but on top of that, his abdomen was carved and his arms carried some weight too. Nothing compared to the sheer size of his thighs though; they had to be the size of your head. Just by photos he’s an average high school athlete.
Unfortunately, as you were looking, his eyes had opened and he’d been watching you inspect him. Suna will always preach there are benefits to being as quiet as he is, like how he can pinpoint that your fingers come to pinch the edge of your shirt.
You clear your throat in hopes it will gather your thoughts too, then rectify his past statement. “They aren’t.”
“Right… like all the red tabs in this book are for nothing?” He reaches beside him to take it in his hands, then he flips through the pages quickly until he comes across one. “‘I run my fingers down her trembling thighs that yearn for my touch. You’ll take it like a—“
Before he can finish what you remember is very unfortunately highlighted, you crawl over him to rip it out his hands and throw it. You chuck the literature nowhere in particular with embarrassment that can’t get any higher as he laughs, then you quickly retreat with a knee up on the edge of the bed. His laughter is a sweet sound. It makes sense why he’s friends with your brothers.
You don’t even notice you’re half-straddling him while you point your finger in his face. “What I read is none of your business.”
He spoke clearly and assertively when he read, and the last thing you need him figuring out was how bad your body desired he’d read the words to you again; he was already too observant.
“Of course. Forgive me for saying such vulgar things around my friend’s sister. She would never do such a thing.” Finally, he slowly sits up, which naturally makes you rise with him, so you place your hand on his shoulder to prevent from wobbling. Your thigh is beside his with your foot unstable on the floor. “She’s just so sweet and innocent, and definitely not up here alone reading book porn.”
Your breathing picks up at the proximity and the pressure of a question you can’t avoid. You search between both his eyes that do the same to you. He deserves a medal or something, because fuck— the shirt lifts just a little bit every time you fiddle with it and the lace sticks to your skin like glue. “I— uhm,” you stutter, removing your stability from his body and backing away from the bed.
Of course, to add to the fucking embarrassment, you stumble backward, but he reaches out to you. His hand firmly wraps around your wrist and the other is hooked behind your back when he jerks you back up to him. He only releases your wrist.
“Is that all you read?”
You shake your head. “I read regular romance and fantasy too.”
He nods, “Ah, I see. So you want the prince of a faraway land to twirl you around in his field of flowers saying how much he loves you, then you want him to make you beg to come?”
Your eyes shoot wide at the comment, only stretching the lazy smirk on his face.
“N-no,” you reply, even though that does sound extremely appealing.
“But you do want someone to ‘run their fingers down your trembling thighs’ though, right?”
To emphasize his point, he lets the knuckles of his hand trickle down the back of your thigh, just barely grazing the skin. The sensation shocks you and almost sends you forward. This can’t be happening. Actually, you pray it isn’t, so your eyelids slam shut.
This prompts his other hand to pinch either side of your jaw gently and drag your face to his. “Or lay you back and tell you to take it like a good girl.” His eyes flicker from your eyes, to your lips, then back up, noting the state of disbelief your countenance holds. He flattens the hand that stops just under your ass.
You almost melt in his hold, and this he knows because of the long breath you took after his words. It’s easy to infer you’re fairly untouched by not only your responses but how receptive you were. It was you two, only about an inch from each other now, waiting to see who would make the next move and risk something far worse than just a growing attraction. The twins flash in your head as a beat passes and you swallow.
“Yes. But that has nothing to do with you.”
Suna shines a smile with his teeth. “Your thighs are rubbing together.”
You look him up and down. “So?”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
You don’t look him in the eyes, they drop to your pillows. Before you can separate the thighs in question that are only disconnected by his fingertips, he nudges you forward onto him, bringing your hands back to his shoulders. You’re completely straddling while attempting to keep your eyes locked on his when his entire torso is on display. He leans forward to speak just above a whisper in your ear as if this is a normal occurrence.
“I can feel you dripping all over my hand.” The cool of his breath tickles your neck, only worsening as he continues. “Why is that?”
You’re at a loss for words at first, but you suck it up, holding your own. “Nothing to do with you. Maybe I went too hard earlier.”
He wholeheartedly chuckles at this response. “So you admit it?”
“Admit what?”
“That you were up here fucking yourself to your book?” His voice is an echo behind you since he’d decided to rest his chin comfortably on your shoulder.
“Yeah. Yeah— I guess I do. It’s not like you didn’t come in here and figure it out yourself,” your eyes roll.
“Which part were you reading?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
There’s a moment of silence. “She’d just decided to drop her toxic ex-boyfriend and his sister came to console her. The way she did it was kind of fucked up, and I think the slow burn is what made me look past it, but anyway— she brings her to a party, the boy she meets there happens to be the barista at the place she orders from every day, and he has a history with the main character’s ex. He hates him even though he’d gotten over it as years passed, but she really wants to get back at him, so they send an anonymous short video of them, um… together, and he gets really pissed off.”
Suna is quiet as he reviews what you just said. He admires your perception of the book and the passion to read. He goes, “You’re into that?” and then it’s your turn not to say anything, even with the amusement lacing his tone. You grow fidgety, and just when you don’t think any more words will be exchanged, he suddenly demands, “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“That. What you just did.” You shifted your weight from leg to leg as the silence grew longer. Just to see, you do it again.
“You’re grinding against me when you do that by the way.”
You giggle maliciously, continuing to go back and forth. It’s payback for teasing you the entire time. He comes to hold your hips still to prevent further movements, but in protest, you create an arch in your back to actually roll your hips down instead, ensuring he felt it.
“Okay, really, unless you want to move like that with my cock nine inches inside of you, I suggest you choose your battles now.”
You finally halt at the words because he was dead serious. He feels scratching along his shoulder blades at your fingers curling up in response, but not removing yourself. He still rests his head beside yours. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re into that too?”
So that’s how he ended up with his back to your headboard, head tipped up, looking at you through his pretty eyelashes as you wrap your hand around his slick length and reposition it to line up. You lower your body down, allowing your walls to open up for him. The stretch hurts only a little just because he’s so big.
You hadn’t kissed him the entire time, so he groans desperately when you wrap your fingers tightly around his neck and come close. He allows you to no matter how hard you squeeze.
This drives up your confidence with your pretty lace panties pushed to the side, making you raise to your feet.
“Shit,” he grabs ahold of your ankles between half-lidded eyes, and his mouth slightly dropped like he can’t believe what the fuck he’s seeing. “If Atsumu could see you now.”
The mention of your brother at all should turn you off, but it doesn’t. It only fuels you knowing that you’re actively riding his teammate. In fact, you must tighten around him, because he knows immediately.
“What? Does that turn you on? Fuckin’ slut.”
You whimper at the words, pressing your lips forward to his. You kiss him the best you can as he hungrily reciprocates.
The bed moves forcefully, but Suna knows the other guys are probably too busy downstairs to hear it, and whoever is in the other room may only potentially be a problem. So up and down you go, now slamming your ass against him and reddening his slightly tan, freckled skin.
“hhhmmm,” you whine, breathing shallow.
The brunette lets you go until your legs burn and you’re slowing pace. It’s driving him insane watching you chase your orgasm, using him like he was the perfect replacement for your fingers, in your own little world with your face twisted up in ecstasy and muscles straining. You were too stubborn to stop when he offered it to you, but he doesn’t mind. Not everyone has legs like his.
He instructs while inching his hips up the bed, “Fall back to your knees.” You do, and he grabs one wrist in each hand before digging his heels into the blanket and pounding up into you at a pace you don’t think you could ever meet. It’s rough and loud and you can feel his balls coming up to strike you from behind. Quite literally, it takes your breath away.
“fuck fuck fuck yes,” tendrils of your hair fall over your face when you lay your head down over his shoulder for stability. Aside from not being able to move, this is the best angle for the both of you. Your tits move over his face, which would allow him to suck and bite as he pleases while holding you still, and with the tilt of your body his fat tip reaches your most sensitive part.
You bounce over and over and he wishes he would have pulled your shirt up first. He’s grunting in your ear dangerously.
“Was this in your book too? Is this when he told her to take it like a good girl?”
You try to answer but it’s incomprehensible with the speed of his thrusts. “Again.”
“Y-yes,” you retry, finally getting something out. He’s satisfied with this, so he lets go of your wrists and pushes you upright, only slowing for the moment. This time, he wraps his fingers around your neck, just enough for you to breathe, while rolling his thumb across your revealed clit. The veins of his forearm show themselves and he peers up at you with a glare as if you were the most irritating thing to him.
How hard you were holding him is nothing compared to how hard he is holding you, and just that thought has your eyes threatening to fall closed.
“Then be a good. Fucking. Girl,” he punctuates each word with a harsh upwards cut of his hips, “and take it.”
“Oh God,” you connect your own weak hands around his, your mouth falling open with every moan that floats into the air. He holds your gaze with his threatening eyes, and if you tried to look anywhere but him, he’d pull you right back. “Suna, I’m coming,” you rush it out like there’s no stopping now. And honestly, you’re currently wishing you didn’t say it at all, because you know if he told you not to, your body would try its best to comply.
“No the fuck you’re not.”
Godammit.
Removing his finger from your nub, he moves the hand to meet the other at your throat. You couldn’t speak even if you wanted to, which you did, just to let him know that this would only make it worse. There’s a movement: you’re coming down on him yourself with the force of the thrust driving you up.
Your mouth creates the words, but they don’t come out. Suna knows anyway. “Please.”
“No.” And it’s as simple as that, because then he says, “Do you hear that?”
Of course you don’t, he just asked to see if you were sane enough to come back to your senses and focus your hearing. His tight hold on you is enough to leave a mark, but not enough to prevent your head from slowly shaking back and forth.
“On the other side of that wall is your brother. Both of them.” Your eyes shoot wide at the same time his thrusts calm down. He still continues, it’s just with a deep grind to prevent the hard slapping of skin, and he brings your forehead to his as he speaks to you. “Come now and both of us are in trouble.”
He has valid reasons to infer that it is specifically the twins, but he’s sure you don’t want to hear those right now. If it was up to him, you would have been throwing your head back and showing that arch he imagines you had before he intruded in on you changing, but holding it above your head like meat to a starving dog was fine too.
“Please let me come Rin, please. I’ll be quiet,” a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose ends your pleading, hoping it softens him up with the use of his first name.
And maybe it worked, because his eyebrows curl upwards with pity when he explains, “We both know you’re too vocal for that, princess. How about we try something else?”
You nod frantically, raising off his length and letting him lay down completely while you wait for directions. He gets situated by moving pillows out of the way. “Come here.”
You realize now the pity he expressed was fake. Swinging your leg over his waist, you begin to line yourself up.
“No. come here.”
You stare at him dumbfounded.
“Up here, towards me,” he ushers his hands. You scoot closer towards his chest with your hands on his pecs, not sure how much closer the two of you can get.
“My face, baby.”
Instead of getting angry with you, he kept his tone. It was little but it made you feel good. “Oh.”
You come to a hover over his lips, contemplating a lot and nothing at the same time, mainly if this man was really under you telling you to do what you’re doing.
“Sit.”
“Are you sure?” You clarify.
“Yes. Sit before I make you read your porn to me.” This brings your eyebrows in with a crease and you drop with no remorse on his lips. His face is smothered somewhere between his eyes. The only thing visible is his damp hair.
Unfortunately for you, he enjoys the thrill of not being able to breathe.
You’re less than two minutes into absolutely grinding on his tongue, chasing the vibrations of his grunts and groans by tugging on his hair. Your other hand is covering your mouth.
Thankfully, because there’s a quick knock, and Osamu’s voice passes through the door. “Pizza’s here. You okay in there?”
You nod as if he can see you. You then realize he cannot.
Shakily, you call out “Yes.” The only way to not moan while Suna slides the muscle between your lips to taste all of your slick is by biting your lip. His fingers grip the fat of your thighs.
“Okay.” In the background there’s another voice, presumably your other brother. Finally, they become faint until you hear the stairs, and you allow yourself a little freedom.
“Rin,” you look down fully expecting to meet his eyes, but you can’t see him past your hair.
“Hmphh?”
“I’m close— can I?” On cue, he pushes in as far as his tongue can go inside your hole. He nods yes, simultaneously flattening it to lick all of you in one stripe before deliberately sucking your clit.
To muffle your sounds, your hand comes to cover your mouth once again and you’re somehow managing to prepare for your eyes squeezing shut at the same time as your muscles tensing. Suna can feel you dripping, literally this time.
There’s a nonchalance that carries around your man, one that comes from years of training of gaslighting the twins and making them turn against each other, or the scoldings from Kita-San that could’ve got so intense with his disappointment Rintaro could cry.
He’s gotten good at keeping a stoic emotion and making you act out. He loves to pretend he doesn’t care.
“It’s because he doesn’t,” Atsumu assures, playing with the strings of his hoodie.
You roll your eyes, “trust me, he cares. You just don’t see it.”
“And I never will. Because it doesn’t happen.”
You raise your brows in challenge, and he matches your brow raising. “Wanna bet on it?”
“Wager?”
“If I can prove to you Rintaro actually is a dork for my attention, I want a signed Kiyoomi jersey.”
He scoffs, “can’t you just ask Kiyoomi for one?”
“Komori tells me not to bother him after games.”
Atsumu rolls his eyes, “okay. And when he doesn’t show he’s a loser, I want all you can eat at Onigiri Miya and you pick up the bill.”
“….”
“What?”
“Osamu doesn’t naturally give you all you can eat?”
“No?”
“Oh…”
“Does he GIVE IT TO YOU?!”
You give him a cheesy smile and quickly move to grab your keys, his jaw slacked in betrayal, only for him to roll his eyes, “whatever. Either way, we’re going when I win. What’re the keys for?”
“You’ll see.”
You jingle your keys with a small smirk, making sure to do it loud enough for him to hear down the hall. Atsumu shakes his head in disbelief, only for his hand to cover his mouth as socked feet quickly become louder as Rintaro barrels down the hall.
A lanky frame fills the doorway, “where you goi-“
Atsumu and you let out a string of cackles, his hand smacking his knee while Rintaro scrubs his face with his free hand, the other one holding a controller for his, hopefully, paused game.
“Dawg I hate you for real,” he sighs, coming into the room to kiss your head. You smile and angle your head to kiss him for real, which he complies with happily and making Atsumu gag. His green eyes dart to glare at Atsumu, “I wish osamu was an only child.”
“Damn, bringing guns to knife fights,” the blonde snorts. “Not my fault you got caught in 4K, dickhead.”
“Not my fault you’re a single loser.” He leans down to kiss your lips, “where’re we going?”
“No where,” you hum happily. “Just wanted to make sure you were still obsessed with me.”
He beams down at you while Atsumu groans in disgust.
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ complaining about his size
cw: afab! reader, daddy kink, slightly possessive, initial discomfort
disclaimer: all characters are aged up! mdni!
wc: 302
“‘s too big, can’t fit!” you whine, bucking your hips as he starts pushing the tip of his large cock into you. tears pricking as you let out a soft moan of discomfort—hands on his chest as you instinctively try to push him away. "too big, daddy!"
“i know, baby. i know,” he murmurs reassuringly into your ear. one hand playing with your clit as he tries to dull the pain of accommodating his girth. “but don’t you wanna be a good girl for me, hm? wanna be daddy’s good girl?”
you let out a gasp, now gripping his shoulders as you nod frantically. you bite your lip, a muffled squeal leaving you as he pushes another inch in.
“oh fuck, gotta relax for me, yeah? sucking me in, can’t even move, princess,” he groans, hiding in the crook of your neck as he pushes deeper. you let out another whine, the pain mixing in with pleasure as you start bucking your hips to chase a familiar high. “atta girl, we’ll make it fit.”
“so big—so big,” you blabber mindlessly as he bottoms out, both of you moaning in unison.
“daddy too big for you?” he whispers, planting wet kisses on his neck. his tone is hardly apologetic—if anything, it’s almost mocking. “daddy too big for his pretty pussy?”
you nod dumbly, loud whines escaping your lips as he pulls out before pushing himself back in. his thrusts become more aggressive as his fingers tweak and pull on every inch of skin he can hold onto.
“too bad, princess,” he growls, pinning your wrists above your head as he leans against your legs so that you’re practically folded in half. “because it's the only cock that’s ever gonna fuck you this good.”
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fluff, apologising and making up after a 'fight' kind of drabble bc i miss suna <3
suna rintarou shows up to your university on the third day of the silent treatment.
the sight is a surprise, to say the least. your pro-volleyball player boyfriend standing outside your faculty’s building with his hands in his pockets, blending in with baggy jeans, a hoodie, and a cap. he looks the part of a university student, but you could never be fooled, not when he's 6'3 with an equally admirable stature from exercising.
amongst the crowd of outflowing students, the dark-haired spots you, olive eyes widening upon seeing you. he pushes himself onto two feet before walking over to where you stay rooted, dodging the students who just came out of the same lecture.
“hi,” suna greets, stopping just a few feet away from you. the sight of his lopsided smile is enough to get your heart racing again. you've missed him so much.
regardless, you cross your arms to keep up an angry front, not wanting to give in to his charms just yet no matter how good he may he at using them.
“what are you doing here?” you ask bluntly, betraying the butterflies in your stomach.
his expression doesn’t falter at your iciness. “not happy to see me?”
you are happy to see him, very much so, especially when he has taken the initiative of literally showing up at your campus and waiting for your classes to be over to see you. he must be tired from practice as well and you know too well that mondays were never kind to him.
so the fact that suna came all this way for you makes you feel a little special.
he’s even wearing some of that cologne that you really like and unless it’s for special occasions, you know that your boyfriend is never bothered enough to wear any fragrance. he is so sly that you could kiss him.
“not particularly, suna.” you say in response, lying through your teeth.
suna clutches his chest like he’s been shot, making a gasp of offence at your statement. “babe, after i came all the way to campus? i thought i’d never want to come back here but i made some exceptions for the love of my life and this is what i get in return?”
“suck it up, i guess.”
“-and who on earth is suna? never heard of him. can’t believe you’ve already forgotten my name after three days, i’m losing sight of reality, babe hold me, i might faint.”
“whatever,” you chuckle a little at his antics, eyes softening with a certain fondness that suna doesn’t miss. his lips twitch upwards at the sight of it.
this is his chance to win you back. he throws his line in in hopes of catching you hook and sinker.
“let’s go to dinner tonight,” he offers, recovering from his previously downed position, voice contrastingly soft and gentle to smoothen his proposal.
“what, so you can stand me up again?” you quip, instantly slicing the atmosphere to turn tense as the line snaps in half.
suna’s grin falls, morphing into a guilty frown. “c’mon pretty, that’s mean. you know how sorry i am, i didn’t mean to forget about our plans.”
you huff, letting your arms fall back to your sides. “i know, i know, but you standing me up just stung. it was frustrating because i made time for us that i could have used to study with instead,” you confess. “you know how stressed i’ve been with finals.”
the athlete stuffs his hands into his pockets awkwardly. “but i’m trying to make up for it.”
“i know and i appreciate it, but now’s not a good time. i’m sorry but i can’t go to dinner tonight or any time soon, i have a bunch of practice tests to do that i can’t keep putting off.”
“then can i come over?” asks suna, a hopeful lilt to his voice.
“and watch me study? do you really want that?”
“i just want to be with you, i can order us takeout or something- on me.”
“guess i’m just irresistible, huh?”
“duh, do you know how much i suffered during the weekend? missed you so much, practically died from boredom.”
“oh so i’m just another person for you to bother? is that how it is?” you ask, unable to contain your smile.
the dark-haired scoffs. “c’mon babes, you know you’re better than that. you’re the only person i can bother.”
“oh fuck off,” you whack his shoulder teasingly. “also for your information, you’re not coming between me and my education.”
“ambitious people are a turn-on,” he mutters with a shrug before pulling you in to kiss your cheek.
“ew get off me, freak,” you joke whilst shoving him, not rough enough to actually create distance but suna still stands his ground from the force. his hand goes to hold your other cheek as he smothers you with over-exaggerated affection.
you laugh in his hold, holding on to his wrists for balance. “suna!” you yelp when he pushes too much weight onto you, causing the two of you to stumble sideways. “actually get off me.”
“can’t. won’t. don’t want to. this is what you get for not responding to me all weekend- what does a man need to do to get a text back from the love of his life?”
“easy. be a man.” you step out of his grasp with a satisfied smirk, beginning to walk away from your boyfriend who stares at you with his mouth hung open in disbelief. inevitably, suna runs up to you.
and as he encases you with his arms in the middle of the empty gardens of your university faculty, you know that the two of you will be okay. even if suna is the bane of your existence, there is no one else for you like him.
if there is one thing that suna doesn’t do lazily, it’s eating your pussy.
his tongue reaches every crevice of your folds, running up and down the sensitive organ until your begging him with shaking hands in his hair, to tongue-fuck your clit.
and so he does.
plush lips wrapped gently around the bundle of nerves as he suckled on it, his tongue rapidly flicking as it’s cradled in his hot, wet mouth. his half-lidden eyes would stay glued to yours the whole entire time, watching as you tried your best to keep the eye contact going, remembering the words he always told you beforehand:
look away, and i’ll stop.
but, he doesn’t really ever want to stop, because the look on his sweet, pretty girl’s face when he makes her cum is plenty enough to make up for your shitty listening skills. the way your thighs shake around his head, trying desperately not to close in fear of hurting him— not that he ever minds. your mouth open and letting out small gasps and loud whines as his lips begin to kiss something wetter; it’s all like a high to him, a rush of adrenaline composed out of love and the need to make his princess feel good.
your usual boyfriend resorts back to his lazy ways the moment after he gives your clit a small peck and whispers out a ‘thank you’ to the nerves— a ritual he’s done ever since you started sleeping together.
so yeah, contrary to popular belief, suna rintaro is not a lazy pussy eater.
warning/s: toxic, manipulative, emotionally abusive ex, like one mention of sex
gwen's notes 🤍 : totally not me projecting my own trauma and making a comfort fic out of it, nope! if you have ever experienced such things, i hope you are doing better. know that you are worth it and loved. <3
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the school year had just ended, what better way to celebrate than with your boyfriend who patiently motivated you throughout the year and helped you pass your minor subjects which required major effort.
you were waiting for him at a local cafe so you could both get coffee and head out to a fun little day he planned for both of you (mostly for you because you worked so hard to make it through the year despite the challenges).
a voice you hoped never to hear again called out. a voice ingrained in your head because of the terrorizing words they've constantly drilled into you.
as if straight out of a nightmare, his voice called your name, promptly paired with a prying hand on your shoulder. the world seemed to close in on you, your breathing ragged and your hands began to shake. you squeezed your eyes shut as if he would disappear if you pretended hard enough that he wasn't there.
"it's been what now, six months since i last saw you? you can't just get away with dumping me over the phone like that," he scoffed. "let's have coffee like old times. you're going to hear me out this time, you're not going anywhere." he spoke with such entitlement and arrogance as if he still owned you like before. it made your blood boil at the same time you cowered in fear, memories of his constant abuse and manipulation fresh out of your mind.
"i'm actually waiting for someone." your voice was barely above a whisper, and you hated yourself for it.
"your new boyfriend? i thought i made myself pretty clear when i told you no one would willingly want to put up with you," he sneered.
"sorry i'm late." you released a breath you didn't know you were holding and finally looked up to see kuroo with a wide grin and murderous intent in his eyes. he leaned down for a quick peck on the top of your head, clasped your trembling hands in a firm hold and hoisted you up.
"speak of the devil. it's rude to interrupt conversations like that."
"it's rude to harass a pretty lady sitting all by herself, waiting for her boyfriend," kuroo remarked with a sarcastic tone. "get lost while i'm asking nicely."
"don't make me laugh, what do you even get out of dating this unhinged bitch? surely the sex isn't enough to keep you here doing charity work–"
kuroo let go of your hand and took two long strides towards your ex. his sarcastic facade instantly melted away like a switch has been flipped. somehow, you found him even more scarier than he was two seconds ago, if that was even possible. "you're on thin ice. the next words that come out of your mouth are going to be met with my fist. i'm telling you for that last time. walk. away."
your ex put their hands up in faux surrender, feeling small under kuroo's height and deathly glare. standing at 6'2, flaunting a lean, chiseled, athletic body, and a seemingly different personality altogether, your ex was terrified – rightly so. a nervous chuckle slipped out of his mouth. he smirked over at you before backing away slowly, tauntingly.
"jeez chill out. she's not even worth getting in a fight for," was his last remark. he let out a snicker, a futile attempt to cover the fact that he absolutely almost shit his pants.
"i'm sorry," you finally spoke yet an apology was the first thing you blurted out.
kuroo cocked an eyebrow at you, the tension slowly evaporating. "for what?"
you struggled to find an answer to that so you bit your lip instead.
kuroo chuckled, "can't even leave my kitten alone for 2 minutes. someone's always trying to steal you away from me." he didn't miss the frustration that etched deeper on your features. he knew you were still shaken, probably blaming yourself, and worst of all pondering the truth to your ex's remarks. he pinched your cheeks playfully, forcing you to look up at him. "too bad because you're absolutely stuck with my annoying ass." he kissed your reddened cheek obnoxiously loud, finally earning a soft smile from you.
he held your shoulders so you could face him, a sincere look on his face. "for the record, i absolutely adore you even if that idiot made you believe you are impossible to love. i will spend as long as it takes to convince you otherwise." your eyes glossed over with unshed tears at his words, wondering what you possibly did to deserve him. "hopefully it doesn't take that long," he joked in an attempt to lighten your mood to which you nudged his side with an elbow.
you linked your arms around his, leaning into him. "tetsu, you can't fight for shit though."
he snapped his head towards you with a look of utter disbelief and offence. "guess i'll have to learn then," he chuckled before placing another kiss on top of your head.
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