A Suna Rintarou x reader fic that took me too long to write
Summary: Suna can't seem to get enough of you tonight...
Tags: Smut, TS!Suna (not mentioned but obviously implied), Suna is whipped
Notes: this is also on my ao3 acct, junovi :3
You exhale softly, but audibly, like the kind of exhale that comes after breathing in deeply. Rintarou softly kisses up and down your naked figure before laying next to you on your shared bed, watching you silently as you slip your shorts back on. Curling up to spoon you from behind, your boyfriend gives you a look you can’t quite read.
“Done already?” he mumbles softly with a mostly inquiring tone, but you pick up the hint of disappointment that he attempts to eliminate from his voice.
“Give me a break, Rin-Rin. We’ve been at it like bunnies since the evening. We even had sex in Atsumu’s bathroom! At his house party. Which, I don't know if you remember, is one we damn near got kicked out of because you couldn't keep your pants on. You aren’t tired yet?!”
You don’t get an answer out his mouth that’s faster than a response from the growing bulge that presses against your lower back. Rintarou says nothing for a long moment, kissing your shoulders before replying.
“One more?” he asks with zero defense, essentially ignoring your question. He makes circles with his middle finger on your upper thigh before getting a bit closer to your crotch.
You look up at Rintarou, and he’s not giving you the puppy dog eyes. Or whining. Or already digging for another orgasm out of you. He looks at you, expecting an answer, whether it be an enthusiastic yes or resolute no. That, coupled with his other hand holding yours as it wraps around your figure, makes your heart race and panties damp. Sure, consent is the bare minimum, but it’s the fact that someone so nonchalant, for lack of a better word, cares enough to be so mindfully gentle for you, specifically. Just the thought of him handling you carefully every time the two of you get it on has you reaching down through your shorts.
Rintarou smiles softly, trying to hold a smirk back. “You complain about doing this too often, but you’ve got your own hand in your pants now?” he leans down to kiss your cheek softly. You turn, though, capturing his lips in a kiss, which he gladly capitalizes on and presses his tongue to your lips to part them.
You open your mouth, and the kiss deepens as Rintarou holds your head with both hands, seemingly unable to get enough of you despite the awkward angle he’s in. Rintarou’s almost entranced, trying to pull your figures closer when they're already flush together. That's another thing you like about Rintarou—he tends to get pretty desperate once you give him an inch, especially if you tantalize him with a mile.
Even though he's your boyfriend, it still feels a bit odd to see Rintarou so passionate about something. Normally he acts indifferent about a lot of things, or is low-key about his interests, but when it comes to you . . . well. You can feel his excitement. Literally.
Before you can shimmy off your shorts, Rintarou pulls back. After all this, he still wants to hear it from your own lips. “Are you up for another round?”
You smile and nod. “Yes, Rin. One more round.”
He smiles back. “It'll be the best one you've had today. Promise.”
You laugh and Rintarou moves to get on top of you, helping you slide off your shorts. You move to take your underwear off too, but Rintarou stops your hand before you can. “Keep them on.”
You give Rintarou a look. “Rin, I'm not going to let you rip my underwear for your perverted fantasies. I like this pair.” It's a beautiful cream white, with intricate lacey details throughout the waistband. Rintarou definitely seems to like them. Maybe a bit too much.
Rin feathers with the hem of the lace before eyeing your crotch. “I'm not gonna rip them,” he murmurs, before leaning down to kiss your clothed folds.
“But you don't deny that you're a pervert?” You tease.
“Never said I wasn't.” Rintarou smiles something stupid, looking up at you. “Besides, it's not like you're totally a saint, either.”
You lay your head back on a pillow. “Maybe, but I like to think I'm better than you.”
“You keep telling yourself that, even though you’re the one who picked out those panties to wear today.” Rintarou kisses your stomach and waist as he moves the middle of your underwear aside and slides a finger in your core, making you gasp as he wastes no time finding your sweet spot.
You moan and writhe, unable to keep your body still as Rintarou thumbs your clit, so he holds your hip down with his free hand, humming as you weakly buck into his face.
Rintarou says something against your stomach. It's all unintelligible, but it makes your face red anyway, because the way he says it sounds like a desperate, dazed chant.
Oddly breathless, Rintarou kisses your inner thigh before taking his finger out and using both hands to wrap around your upper legs. “Can you move your panties for me, babe?”
You oblige, your half-lidded eyes making him swallow hard as he makes eye contact with you. Rintarou gives you a long look before moving down to lick a stripe across your clit. You shudder and let out a high-pitched moan while closing your legs on his face, making Rintarou groan softly.
Rintarou works to make you melt from the inside, his tongue easily hitting spots that make your eyes roll back. It's embarrassing, but you have no idea that Rintarou’s working to hold back his own orgasm, just from the way you call his name. Rintarou makes noises that vibrate through your insides and make you groan.
“I love you, Rin,” you mumble through the other various sounds you make. “I love you so much.” You squeeze your thighs against him, and Rintarou works to push them apart. He hums in acknowledgement to your declaration, and the sound once again vibrates through your clit and pushes you over the ends and through an orgasm.
Unable to move your legs, you buck against your boyfriend's face and pant heavily, suddenly squirting in the process when you realize Rintarou’s put his fingers back into you, once again hooking at that spot with precision. Rintarou greedily dips his head to swallow your juices, which have landed all over your lower half.
Making eye contact, he takes his time to lick your legs, and even sucks on them, leaving little marks. At last, he licks his fingers clean and grins at you. His smile is infectious enough for you to return it and blush.
Letting you calm down, Rintarou looks up at you with blown pupils, your cum smeared all over the bottom half of his face, him licking it off. It makes you shudder in pleasure. Hell, you're already building your third orgasm. You stare back, unsure when to cut through the heavy silence.
Rintarou does first, leaning back, making a circling motion with his hand. “Turn around for me.”
You oblige, and Rintarou moves your underwear aside to rub his cock against your slightly sore pussy. He sighs and mumbles a curse and something that sounds like your name.
“Ugghh, Rintarou . . .” You groan, and it makes your boyfriend’s cock twitch. Rintarou sighs and kisses your back, refraining from doing anything too quickly to hurt you. Rin lines the head of the tip up to your entrance, and slowly pushes it inside.
You shudder with pleasure, with anticipation at Rintarou fitting you just right. He doesn't have a monster cock or anything, but you can say with certainty that it's better than average.
Rintarou himself lets out a careless moan, closing his eyes briefly before looking down at your perfect back that'll soon be decorated in his cum. He looks at your obscene face that only he gets to see. He observes your position, which is bent like this only for him. The idea of being the only one to have you drives Rintarou entirely insane.
To be completely honest with himself, Rin-Rin is a sap. It definitely doesn't seem like it, but he's a huge sucker for doing romantic gestures. In fact, whenever he goes to his friends for romantic advice, it's for them to talk him out of whatever grand gesture he's planning. Or, at the very least, tone it down. He texts to the group chat between him, Atsumu and Osamu all the time. Stuff like, “she just left the house and i miss her already am i cooked” or “it's our 1 year anniversary, should i light candles in my room and give her a massage and give her a non-marriage dowry and walk across all of europe to get her the perfect present”.
Well, that second part is something Atsumu likes to say to make fun of Rintarou. Rin doesn't think he sounds like that. At least, not entirely.
“Letting loose already, Rin?”
Your light voice snaps Rintarou out of his thoughts, and he realizes just now that he's been a bit louder than he normally is during sex for the past few moments, panting and groaning. Quietly, but audibly.
Your boyfriend doesn't bother to respond as he keeps nailing you to the bed, but he does get noticeably quieter.
You, by contrast, get louder the more the two of you get into a rhythm. The sight and sound of you getting louder and gripping onto a pillow has Rintarou greedily pushing for something more.
God, this is all he ever wants. Can this just be the way he dies—looking at you below him, burying your face in his covers as you take him over and over? He's probably said this to himself a million times already, but he can never get enough of you. All of you, not just your body. He knows it's so terribly cliché, but he can never get enough of your laughter, or the way you try to hold in a smile when he tells a joke you know you shouldn't laugh at. He loves the way you pretend to sing terribly because you're worried about your genuine singing voice sounding terrible, despite him having heard your lulling melodies before. He's obsessed with the way you hold him—arms wrapped around his waist, your face alternating between being buried in his back and sitting on his shoulder. Hell, even your smell makes him dizzy whenever Rin buries himself in your scent. It's intoxicating.
Rintarou shudders and praises start tumbling from his lips as he suddenly leans to lay his face on your back, starting to reach his climax as each thrust begins making him unravel.
You, groaning and getting more desperate, buck your hips back into Rintarou. Rin grabs them, breathless, overrun with passion and devotion to you. He whines something that sounds a lot like your name.
Too fucked out to register anything, all you can do is call his name over and over again. Rintarou pulls out as he gets close enough, despite your protests, and fucks himself until he reaches his climax. His mind still hazy with lust, Rin relishes in the sight of you he had been anticipating before.
Heartbeat slowing, Rintarou flops onto the bed and blinks slowly, like a happy cat. Maybe he was more tired than he thought, because his body, all of a sudden, becomes an impossible weight he can’t pick up. That is, until you nudge him enough to get him to respond with a grumpy noise.
Oh. Rintarou stares at you (with his eyes closed?) for a few moments before flopping his head back down, as if he hadn’t just heard you.
“Hey!” You punch his side playfully, and he grumbles.
“Oww. Okay, okay. I’ll get a towel.”
You huff. “Next time, I’ll cum on your back and fall asleep before getting a towel. See how you like it.”
Your boyfriend comes back with a towel and gently wipes your back clean, humming a slow song that sounds like a lullaby. Once he’s done, Rin kisses your shoulder and rushes to lay back in bed.
You pick up your clothes beside the bed and grab them, but look at Rin, hesitating to get dressed again. “Are we finally done? Can I put them back on now?”
Rin rolls his eyes at your teasing remark, and he makes a noise of acknowledgement. You slip your clothes on and scoot beside him once more, reveling in his warmth.
You slowly run a hand along Rintarou’s back as you give up all muscle movement of your head. Almost in sync, Rin’s body goes softly limp next to yours, holding your hand while the two of you drift asleep.
