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[sunasilhouette]

all things suna rintarou.

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last updated jan. 18, 2026.

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🍯 suna + mouth by @mattsundaes

🍯 kabedon by @sodaneko

🍯 period sex by @mattsundaes

🍯 cockwarming by @crushmeeren

🍯 roommate cum eating by @mattsundaes

🍯 a "bet" by @clawsdevour

🍯 a timely bet by @sunasilhouette

🍯 filming by @mattsundaes

🍯 giving suna a blowjob by @lucidsei

🍯 sleepy phone sex by @forriku

🍯 updating your nudes by @realcube

🍯 perv roommate by @sugarwarachan

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🍯 platonic cockwarming by @tobio-rs

🍯 BEG. by @whiskeysummers

rainy couch sex by @onigirimya

mean co-worker by @realcube

size kink by @cherryscript

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🍯 mattsun + thighs by @mattsundaes

🍯 carnival ride by @mattsundaes

IS IT CASUAL NOW? by @mattsundaes

SWALLOWING THE SUN THAT IS YOU by @mattsundaes

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kabedon by @sodaneko

🍯 IF YOU WANNA KNOW HOW (I CAN SHOW YOU RIGHT NOW) by @mattsundaes

the pill by @clawsdevour

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PUSHING ME FURTHER (PULLING ME CLOSER) by @mattsundaes

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🍯 when you're ovulating by @tootsuro

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🍯 dry humping by @meoju

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🍯 jerk off instructions by @megapteraurelia

[lucidsei]

18+ you missed suna too much . . . ❤︎

it’s been four months since you broke up with suna rintaro. four months since you’ve cut ties, went no contact, and even avoided any gatherings with mutual friends. all that effort for four months just to end up in his bedroom, pinned under him, screaming his name again.

“aah—fuck, rin! nnngh—slow down—“ you gasped, body jolting forward with every snap of his hips. your back arched off the sheets, nails digging into his shoulders as he pounded into you relentlessly, every drag of his cock against your velvet walls sending sensations throughout your body. “you’re clenching so hard for someone who hates me.” he murmured against your neck, trailing his kisses all the way to your jawline. “thought you were avoiding me, what happened? missed me that bad?”

“n—no—unngh fuck—!” tears slipped from the corner of your eyes, vision blurring with every sharp thrust. you refused to admit it, but you hadn’t been stretched out this good for a while and god, you forgot how addictive it was having him inside you. “no? really?” he mocked, pulling back just enough to leave his tip in before slamming back into you in one harsh thrust. “listen to yourself, baby. your pussy’s dripping all over my cock, and you’re saying you don’t miss me?”

his pace was brutal and merciless — tip punishing your cervix with every collision of his hips against your ass, punching the air out of you. every brush of his blunt head against your sweet spot had you squirming under him, your moans turning into incoherent sobs. he’s fucking you hard, making you cry out his name as he leaned down, lips brushing against your ear before murmuring, “crying my name like that.. this is what you call hate? sure doesn’t fucking sound like it.”

every word that left his lips left a sting, stirring up forgotten feelings and something like need, something like desperation — an ache that you refused to name. “haah—rin—please.. want you—“ you choked out, cheeks flushed and expression dazed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. “hm? what is it? say it louder f’me, baby.”

“mmnghh—need you, rin! stop teasin—“ he shut you up with a kiss, tongues entwining as if speaking an unspoken language, swallowing every moan as he bullied your aching cunt. with a loud mewl of his name, your walls spasmed around his length, squeezing him so tight he could barely move. “fuuuck, baby. squeezin’ me like that.” he grunted, forcing your legs apart with his hips as he watched you soak the sheets, still rutting into you ruthlessly. “look at you, so fucking messy.”

“mmmnghh—aah—too much—can’t take anymore!” your body was convulsing under him now, breathless gasps replacing your cries. “just a little more, baby. you can take it, can’t you?” he said, breaths turning shallow as his hips jerked erratically against you. every whine of his name had his cock throbbing and twitching, feeling the familiar strain his lower abdomen before he let go, filling you to the brim.

“shiiit—this pussy’s mine, okay?” he growled, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. he pulled out slowly, watching him cum leak out of you before tilting your chin up so your gaze met his. “no one else can fuck you like this, don’t forget it.”

© lucidsei

[crushmeeren]

˗ˏˋ cw ꒱ the pros and cons of riding sunarin. pro? he’s a good fuck. con? his mouth never stops running.

˗ˏˋ fem! reader besties!

𖤐 ━ m.list

You sit higher than Rin like this. Perched in his lap, the tops of your feet digging into the cushion with each push upward, muscles relaxing as you sink down on his cock.

The pace is slow and sensual. Rin’s head tipped back on the couch. His gaze is heavy, fully molten as he tracks the gentle bounce of your tits. The way your lips part to take a breath that’s sharp on the inhale and shaky on the exhale when Rin decides not to be lazy and curls his hips.

Rin gives you a breathless little laugh, your startled, pleasured expression accompanying another sudden jerk of his hips amusing to him. You shoot him a withering look and dig your nails into the skin on his shoulders.

“Aw,” He coos. “Don’t look at me like that, pretty girl. I’m not being lazy now, am I?” His palms smooth from your hips to your bare ass and he taunts, “What? M’giving you exactly what you wanted,” as he smacks one cheek and then squeezes both. Uses that rough grip to help lift you up and guide you down.

“Rin — ah!” You cry, pitching forward. “Fuck!” The drag of his cock is wicked, but you keep enough sense about you to pinch his bicep in retaliation. His smug grin widens. A high pitched, sharp moan tears from your throat. “Y-you’re such a —,”

“Dick?” He taunts. Rin suddenly grips your hips and jolts you down over and over, thrust after thrust. You gasp, entire body flushing red hot with pleasure. “No, I’m giving you dick,” he corrects, soft pants making his words airy and light.

Your fingers curl in the silky hair at the nape of his neck and, with a tight hand on Rin’s jaw, you demand, “Stay still.”

Frenzied hips freeze.

Rin melts, lashes fluttering. You manipulate his head to nod yes. “Mhmm,” he agrees with a ditzy sounding hum through pursed lips. You let go of his jaw and kiss him.

Despite his agreement, Rin’s still a little shit. It’s in his nature to fidget as your hips grind in small circles, his thumb searching for and finding your swollen clit, swirling steady circles.

Rin’s lips part, as do yours, and he teases between the space until his hot tongue slides over yours. You rise up halfway and sit down, feeling the heavy stretch Rin’s thick cock. You moan, biting down hard on his lower lip, and Rin smiles, lip stretching between your teeth.

Your foreheads knock together. “Close,” you whine. His tip is pressed firm to your g-spot, applying pressure with each back and forth grind of your hips.

Rin’s thumb speeds up.

“Cum for me,” he whispers against your lips, begging.

The hot rush lets loose before he stops talking. You’re pressed so close Rin’s hand is trapped between your stomachs, forced to still. His chest is sweaty and sticking to yours, the squeeze of your pussy making him cum with a soft hitch of breath.

With your face hidden in his neck, body slumped onto his, Rin pats your ass gently and says, “Good game, baby.”

[sunasilhouette]

happy birthday sunarin! im sure y/n would love to give you bday sex!!!

[sunasilhouette]

s.rintarou x f!reader - EJP sponsor event

rin decides you look way too good in that dress.

✖︎TAGS smut MDNI established relationship, time-skip, fingering, exhibitionist!suna

It was so stifling. Suna wasn’t even trying to look interested, that usual ‘bored out of his mind’ expression looking even more intense as he reached for his tie to pull at it. Why does he even need to attend fancy events like this anyway.

His manager had scolded him for skipping the last sponsored event and saying if he didn’t attend the next, he’d get tortured next training drills. Suna remembered him saying something or other about needing to go for good publicity or whatever now that athletes were getting more and more attention nationally.

But, there was no way in hell he was willingly going to one of these events alone without dragging you along with him. The only plus side was that he got to see you all dolled up, looking drop-dead gorgeous. Well, you always were—but today was special.

You clicked your tongue as you turned around only to notice that Rin had messed with his tie again. “I literally fixed it for you like four minutes ago,” you pouted, chiding him as your pretty decorated hands reached up to adjust his tie for the nth time that night.

As much as you knew Suna hated suits and restrictive clothing, he looked stupidly handsome and dashing in them. It always gave you whiplash considering the clothes he’d usually wear were all silver chains with his piercings and tattoos on full display too.

His gaze drifted down to your glossy lips, the boring sponsor speech faded into white noise. The necklace he gifted on your anniversary sat perfectly below your collarbone, making his eyes shift to the rise and fall of your chest.

Suna let out a slow breath. His thoughts were most definitely not innocent.

“Hey, let’s leave,” he mumbled under his breath as his hand slipped down to the curve at your waist, grip firm and very telling.

As you straightened out his tie, you looked up to meet his gaze with the squeeze at your side. “We’ve not even been here half an hour yet. Your manager’s gonna pummel you if we leave now,” you whispered back, gently nudging the back of his hand.

“He just told me to attend. Didn’t say anything about how long,” Suna only squeezed tighter, pulling you closer til your hips met.

With a sharp gasp, you could tell Suna was getting antsy. And, you could feel something thick and hard under his pants, which was definitely not his phone in his pocket.

You pushed against his chest again, looking around discreetly, hoping no one had noticed. “Rin... There are cameras…!” you murmured harshly.

Suna’s lips quirked up into a smirk as he leaned down to speak into your ear, “That’s never stopped us before.”

The tips of your ears flushed as red as the colour of your lipstick. Well, he wasn’t wrong about that. That still doesn't mean right now is an appropriate time for him to get handsy.

Saved by the bell, the crowd surrounding you applauded, signalling the end of the boring speech.

“C’mon. You know you want to. I’ll be quick,” Rin let his head fall on your bare shoulder, planting a chaste kiss while the crowd’s attention focused on the main stage.

You bite your lip, Suna’s large hand now rubbing small circles on your hip. You open your mouth to retaliate. But, of course, you always give in the end.

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.

.

Suna was busy ruining your pretty lipstick as he pressed you against the storage room door, foxy fingers sliding up that salacious slit on your dress. His hands squeezed the plump flesh of your thigh, wrapping your leg around him as he ground his erection against your cunt.

You let out a gasp, made breathless and said, “How’d you even know this was here-”

“Komori told me where it was,” Suna interrupted you, swiping his tongue along your neck, inhaling the scent of that goddamned perfect perfume you saved for special occasions. Fuck, you smell divine.

Cardboard boxes littered the room, all filled with sponsor merch for EJP Raijin. Some of the items were spilled across the floor from Suna’s rough handling to make room for you and him. Though, considering how close you were, he clearly didn’t make enough space in this tiny storage closet.

He claimed your mouth again, red now staining his own. You moaned against his lips, his fingers had travelled further, pushing your underwear to the side to swipe at your cunt.

Suna pulled away for a brief moment only to shove two fingers into your mouth, playing with your tongue and gathering up saliva. You could see the way his eyes darkened even in the dim light.

All he could think was how pretty you looked, all dolled up with your lashes and gorgeous dress. Now look at you—smeared lipstick, eyes glossy and glazed over.

He was quick to replace the digits with his tongue, bringing down wet fingers to open you up, spreading it all over. Suna didn’t hesitate to curl his fingers, thumbing over your clit and thumping your favourite spot, swallowing your cries when he did.

“F-Fuck, Rin… Slow down a bit-” you cursed, biting your bottom lip as you clutched his neatly ironed buttoned shirt which wasn’t so neat anymore.

Though, you weren’t exactly helping yourself with the way you arched your back, moaned his name, and how you leaned in to every flex and swipe of his long, thick fingers.

“Why the fuck are you so wet then?” he whispered into your ear so softly despite the vulgar words and mess he was making under your dress. Suna pushed a third finger in and you were practically dripping down your thighs. “Turn around.”

Suna didn’t give you the time to react to his command, spinning you and pressing you against the cold door as he snares his teeth into the flesh of your neck. He pulled your dress to the side, giving him the full view of your back that he couldn’t wait to ravish.

You heard the zipper of his suit pants and the fumbling of fabric as he pulled out his thick, bulging cock. The weight of it felt heavy on your ass as it slipped down. He rutted against your slick, the wetness dripping down and coating his length.

His free hand left your waist and planted his palm on your mouth just before he lined up and sank home in one rough thrust. The pure tightness of your cunt forced a groan from Suna into your shoulder and the stretch of his cock made you moan into his hand.

“Been wanting to fuck you as soon as you put this fuckin’ dress on.”

He slammed back in, not once but twice, the force of it making the door handle rattle as he fucked you even deeper and harsher—his cock always reaching places you never knew existed. And the bastard fucking laughed.

You weren’t even sure why he did when all you could feel was how full you were. That is, until the voice of one of his teammates made your stomach drop.

“Heyyy, Suna, you in there? Manager saw you walk out the hall!”

What you recognised as Komori’s voice filled your ears as your eyes grew wide, harshly whipping your head around only to meet Suna’s teasing eyes.

“Pretty sure he said something about the sponsor wanting to get your signature on some merch?”

He was already smirking as he cleanly pulled his loosened tie off, balling it up and then shoving it in your mouth, muffling any noises.

“My bad. Tell him I’ll be there in a minute. Just helpin’ my girlfriend out with somethin’,” he replied smoothly, his other hand rubbing circles into your hip as he nuzzled into your shoulder.

Komori had a short pause before responding, “In the storage room…?” he said in confusion.

You could feel Suna’s devilish smirk on your skin as he replied, “Yeah.” He could feel your walls tighten and pulse, the situation making you tense up at the thought of being discovered.

Now, the reasonable thing to do in this scenario would be to stop doing anything until Komori leaves at the very least. But, this was Suna fucking Rintarou. And he gets off on doing heinous, unpredictable acts with you.

The bastard slowly started pulling out but you could feel every vein and the curve of his cock as he did. But, instead of pulling all the way out, Suna’s grip on your hip tightened and thrusted with a brutal snap of his hips into your tight, welcoming walls—all the way to the hilt. The breath you were holding made you seize up and tremble, feeling light headed as a flash of white blots your vision.

“Think she has a bad headache. I’ll be there soon,” he lied, planting chaste kisses on your shoulder as if to praise you for not whining too loudly.

The only headache you had right now was Rin driving you insane.

“Oh, okay…! I’ll let him know. Hope she feels better soon!” Komori said as the clacks of his footsteps signalled his departure.

With another thrust and light smirk, Suna whispered into your ear, “Yeah, me too.”

He pulled his tie out of your mouth, now gripping both sides of your waist as he continued fucking into your cunt. Now, you had free rein to complain and cry all you want. “Rin—a-aah… god—why did you-”

You couldn’t even end your sentence as he pistons into you, determined to finish what he started.

“What did you expect me to do? You tightened up like a bitch in heat,” he said harshly, a hand moving down to flick and rub rough circles on that sensitive bundle of nerves, sending you spiralling into a euphoric mess.

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You and Rin stayed in that storage closet for a little longer than expected and you both did your best to clean up and not look like you didn’t just fuck for a good half an hour.

Needless to say, his manager chewed him out anyway after he did his signatures but you two made a speedy exit once that was done to go another round before the night ended. You didn’t know how long it would take to be able to look Komori in the eyes after that…

thnx for reading! now i gotta write the sunaosa 3p which may or may not turn into a halloween scenario rather than a beach oneshot. we’ll see! happy october 🫶🏼

[forriku-deactivated20260315]

‎‎♡‧₊˚ suna fingering you in front of a mirror

you’re sitting on suna’s lap, back pressed against his chest, bare, trembling, legs spread open obscenely in front of the mirror while his long fingers curl inside you with calculated cruelty. the squelch of your pussy fills the room, embarrassingly loud as his ring finger drags against that soft spot that makes your back jerk. his other hand presses firmly on your lower stomach, pinning you against him, making sure you feel how deep he is.

“look at yourself,” he murmurs, voice gravelly, lazy but sharp. his lips brush your ear, hot and taunting. “you were runnin’ your mouth earlier, remember? what happened to all that attitude? hm?” you whimper, nails clawing at his forearm, but he tuts, catching your chin with his free hand and forcing your teary eyes back to the mirror.

“what did i say?” he drawls, tone low but firm. “don’t look away. you do, i pull out and leave you like this. that what you want, baby?”

“nooo... p-please, rin, i n-need—” you stammer, but it cuts off in a sob when he curls his fingers just right, thumb grinding circles against your swollen clit.

“need what? say it.” his eyes in the mirror are half-lidded, smug, watching you unravel.

“need your cock! please... ahhhnn—fuck—need you inside me, rin, pleaseplease—”

he chuckles lowly, the sound vibrating against your neck. “yeah? then earn it. look at how messy you are.” he angles his wrist, fucking his fingers into you faster, rougher, until wetness gushes out of you, splattering down his hand and thighs.

“fuck,” he groans, almost to himself, watching the spray hit the mirror. “so fuckin’ dirty. you just squirted all over me, baby. do it again.”

“c-can’t—aauugghh—i-i—” your body convulses, thighs shaking, but he doesn’t let you close them, holding you open by the waist like you’re nothing.

“yeah you can,” he whispers nastily, tongue dragging up your jaw. “you’re gonna gush all over my hand again like the desperate little slut you are. c’mon, make a mess for me.”

he continued to abuse your tight heat, tears streaming down your face as his fingers piston in and out mercilessly, his thumb flicking your clit like he’s punishing you. the wave hits again—hot, humiliating—your pussy squirting violently, soaking his hand and dripping onto the floor.

“fuck... that’s it,” he groans, pulling his drenched fingers out just to slap your pussy, making you yelp. “that’s my girl. fuck, look at that mess.”

you’re sobbing now, body trembling uncontrollably, broken pleas spilling from your mouth. “rin, rin, please, m’good, i’ll be good—need your cock, please, i’ll do anything—”

suna hums, satisfied, licking your slick from his fingers like it’s nothing. “you’re so fucking lucky you look pretty like this.” before you can blink, he’s hauling you off his lap and tossing you onto the bed. you land on your back, legs still twitching, cunt glistening and slick leaking down your thighs.

he strips his sweats off in one motion, his cock slapping against his stomach—long, thick, veins running along the shaft, flushed red at the tip. precum glistens as he strokes himself once, slow and taunting, letting you watch.

“spread your legs,” he orders, climbing over you, his cock heavy against your inner thigh. you did, exposing your sopping wet pussy to him, already swollen from his fingers.

he lines himself up with your gaping hole, teasing your entrance with the blunt head, smearing precum against your folds. you’re trembling, wide-eyed, lips parted in shaky whines.

“say sorry,” he demands, pressing just the tip in, making you gasp. “keep acting up and i'm not gonna fuck you at all.”

“m’sorry, rin! i’ll be good, i’ll take it all—fuck, just please, i need it—”

his smirk is slow, devastatingly hot. “that’s what i like to hear.”

and with one brutal snap of his hips, he buries himself to the hilt, your pussy stretching wide to take his cock, and your scream echoes off the walls.

based on this request

© seidoll | dont copy, repost, or translate any of my work

[vxsamara-deactivated20251019]

✧˖°. bf!suna rintarō who no one understands how you managed to date him. everyone thinks he’s too lazy, too uninterested, too sarcastic to put effort into a relationship, but really he’s the most quietly attentive boyfriend alive. he notices every little detail—like how you chew on straws when you’re nervous or how you prefer the left side of the bed—and adjusts himself around you without ever mentioning it.

✧˖°. bf!suna rintarō who doesn’t post much online, but the rare times he does it’s always a blurry picture of you with the caption “🫶.” his camera roll, though, is 90% you—half are sneaky photos he took when you weren’t looking, the rest are ones he begged you to send even if it’s just your face with messy hair.

✧˖°. bf!suna rintarō who acts annoyed when you steal his hoodies, but he’ll purposely “forget” to bring a jacket for himself so you’ll end up sharing.

✧˖°. bf!suna rintarō who teases you endlessly just to see you roll your eyes, then immediately pulls you into his chest the second you actually get quiet, mumbling “kidding, you know i love you.”

✧˖°. bf!suna rintarō who pretends to be unfazed by everything, but goes soft in the face whenever you kiss his temple, play with his hair, or look at him for too long.

✧˖°. bf!suna rintarō who will not admit it out loud, but he sleeps better when your legs are tangled with his—always finding his way back to you even if you roll away in the night.

✧˖°. bf!suna rintarō who looks lazy and uninterested to everyone else, but the second you’re alone he’s got his hands all over you—tracing lazy circles under your shirt, tugging you closer until you’re practically on top of him.

✧˖°. bf!suna rintarō who pretends he doesn’t care, but secretly saves every single keychain, note, or random trinket you give him, even keeps some in his volleyball bag for “good luck.”

✧˖°. bf!suna rintarō who lets you doodle on his hands and arms with pen during class, walking around the rest of the day with little hearts and stars like it’s nothing.

✧˖°. bf!suna rintarō who likes to tuck his face into your neck when he’s tired, mumbling something soft against your skin before immediately falling asleep.

✧˖°. bf!suna rintarō who teases you endlessly but gets lowkey sulky if you don’t laugh at his jokes, nudging your shoulder until you give in and smile just so he can relax again.

✧˖°. bf!suna rintarō who loves when you play with his hair, especially when he’s laying in your lap—he’ll close his eyes, hum in content, and let out the quietest, happiest sigh.

[sunasilhouette]

not currently cooking up the osasuna 3p but I am cooking up something else that's short to get rid of my writing block. the inspiration was just suna in a suit... pls look forward to it.

[sunasilhouette]

sorry to screenshot but nothing makes a writer happier than reading people’s reactions 😭 thanks so much….

seeing this really made me so happy :(((

[vxsamara-deactivated20251019]

rintarō suna x reader suna realizing he’s completely whipped over you.

When Suna first started dating you, he didn’t know what to do with himself.

He acted cool, of course—he always did, but inside, everything felt different. He’d walk you home and pretend like it was casual, but his hands would be tucked deep in his pockets just so he didn’t fidget. His steps slowed without him realizing, trying to stretch out the walk a little longer, because every extra second with you felt like something he shouldn’t waste.

The first time you held his hand, he was so sure you’d feel how clammy his palms were. He kept his face blank, but his chest was buzzing, like static electricity he couldn’t shake off. He looked at your joined hands when you weren’t paying attention, squeezing lightly, still not believing it was real.

He started noticing things he never had before—what snacks you reached for at the vending machine, which pens you liked to use, the way your nose scrunched when you tried to focus. He started buying two drinks instead of one, just in case you wanted something.

He saved the better half of his lunch for you without even thinking. He let you doodle on the back of his notebooks, pretending to complain, but secretly he flipped back to those pages later just to look at them.

He never bragged, never announced to anyone that you were his girlfriend. But everyone knew. They noticed how he always waited for you after class, leaning lazily against the wall with his headphones in, eyes flicking up only when you appeared. They noticed how he carried your bag without hesitation, how he leaned down slightly when you spoke like he couldn’t afford to miss a word, how his usual blank expression melted into something softer every time you were around.

When you laughed, he always looked away first. Not because he didn’t want to see it, but because it made his chest ache in a way he couldn’t handle. The sound was bright, pulling something from deep inside him that felt like both warmth and panic. He wanted to keep it, to tuck it away somewhere safe, but all he could do was sit there and hope you laughed like that again.

He caught himself staring more often than he meant to. During lunch, when you were distracted, tapping your pencil against the table. On the train ride home, when your reflection flickered against the window. In class, when you tilted your head just slightly as you scribbled notes. He told himself to stop, but his eyes always found their way back to you, like it was instinct.

When you dozed off against his shoulder for the first time, he froze. Every muscle in his body went rigid, as if moving would ruin everything. His arm was half asleep by the time you stirred again, but he didn’t care. The weight of you leaning into him stayed with him long after, heavy and sweet, something he replayed in his head until the memory blurred at the edges.

He didn’t talk about it to anyone. He didn’t need to. It was written in the smallest things—in the way his fingers lingered against yours, in the way his steps slowed to match your pace, in the way his gaze softened and lingered when you weren’t looking.

Suna wasn’t one for grand gestures. He didn’t shout, didn’t show off, didn’t wear his feelings on his sleeve. But from the very beginning, every quiet action betrayed him. He was in love—completely, hopelessly, and still in awe that it was you who had chosen him.

[renardiererin]

suna rintarou gets bricked when you smile at him, send tweet

[sunasilhouette]

pick one ur most interested in <3

suna x reader x osamu 3some beach fic

uni student! suna x teacher assisstant! reader fic

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[clawsdevour]

a "bet"

wc: 0.9k content warning: post-timeskip, smut, yearnerrrr bestfriend suna x reader, oral (receiving), mention of overstim, squirt, not proofread

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you've never squirted before, just makeouts and lame sex from your old flings to which suna, your best friend, is always the one to hear you complain. at some point, he even started jokingly suggesting that he was going to be the first guy to probably ever make you squirt.

somehow, you didn't even realize why he began suggesting that he should be the one between your legs.

"bet you can't do it" you laughed under your breath, thinking that suna doesn’t even know where the clit is.

"tch, don't underestimate me."

your legs tingled with every warm stroke, imprint, touch, of your best friend suna's big hands. his hands, so masculine and calloused from countless years of volleyball training, yet they were so delicate as they felt your smooth skin.

"you say that when your legs are already trembling," his fingers rubbing soft circles into your skin which made your ears start to feel hot at the thought of your best friend going down on you.

his slender eyes dare to linger between your knees before forcing your legs apart, splitting them to the sides with one strong push leaving you with a parted mouth full of shock.

"why're you gasping when i haven't even touched you down there?" suna snickered, his breath on your skin.

upclose, he's eye level with your underwear that has a slightly already wet spot from all the kissing and slight grinding you've been doing to get into the mood. and yes, of course suna notices the damp spot first thing.

"aren’t you cute, already dripping wet," he murmurs before pressing his fingertip on the spot, making you tense your core that leaked.

"feels good, huh?"

his lips pepper the inside of your inner thighs, ticklish and hot until you felt a bit breezy down there. suna's fingers were pulling your undies to the side, leaving him face to face with your soaked cunt that glistened back.

right when you noticed your cunt was exposed to his beady little eyes, suna's tongue already beat you to even say a word. that boy was put to work licking and lapping up your essence that kept oozing out of your little hole. you tilt your head back at the stimulation of his tongue that worked wonders on you, fingers grasping onto the bedsheets while your eyes rolled back into your head.

suna left you no mercy when he started on your little bundle of nerves. finding it was a piece of cake, unlike what you thought. coming into contact with your clit, it was like he was having a full-blown makeout sesh with it and you couldn't complain.

his tongue swirled and made your mind drift off with ecstasy. suna circled your muscle with his hot tongue, flicked it with the tip of it, and sucked on it all while your hands traveled below to grasp onto his head full of thick brown hair. you can't help but moan and curse with every stroke of his tongue, babbling on how good it is and how you wanted more.

things got even better the moment you felt a finger slip in. using his long middle digit, he’s slowly moving and correlating his pace with his tongue, causing you to pull even a bit more on his head with his eyes peering up at you from below.

lord did suna used to pray for times like this. secretly pining on you for years and now suddenly in between your legs, about to dive into your sweet pussy like it was his. suna's crazy about you, pussy drunk while tasting your sweet juices. his pupils are so dilated, blown so wide you could probably see your own reflection in them.

his slender fingers are so much more different than when you do yourself. suna’s able to hit deeper parts of you, all while getting you to your release. at this point your cunt is sopping wet and suna’s lapping it up like a dog, ruthless and thirsty for more.

"r-rin..! fuck, i think i'm close already" you whimpered, watching him continue despite your vision starting to turn white.

"but i'm not" suna said while his hands appeared behind your knees to keep your shivering legs open for his stature.

his mouth was everywhere, following the slick you kept dripping: your swollen pussy, your inner thighs, and your throbbing clit that yearned for more of his touch. it was like your body was moving on its own, up and trying to avoid the overwhelming pleasure that was focused on only your clit.

"you think i'm done huh?" suna's fingers latched themselves onto your clit, starting to rub them in fast circles that made your mind go blank.

the pleasure at this point is sweet euphoria, it feels like all that built-up pressure was starting to rise and pop at any given moment. your body was arching like crazy from the fast pace of his fingers were going while you screamed out his name.

"shit.. rin!! i think i'm c-ccoming.. i can't take it!!" rolling your eyes back while pulling on his hair as his fingers continued to work endlessly to make you feel good.

the moment you squirted was the moment stars were sprawled all over the ceiling, followed by your heavy breathing which was the only thing you could focus on. after recollecting yourself and looking down, you could see your chest heaving with every breath you took as well as suna at the end with his face soaked with not just your slick but also your squirt.

"...told you i could do it"

masterlist here

[kurooangel]

୨ৎ riding suna awake!

he’s taking a nap on your shared bed, the only thing he’s wearing is his old, gray sweatpants — the ones he refuses to throw out — low on his hips. he’s so peacefully asleep, so calm and relaxed that you almost feel bad when you crawl onto the mattress, but unlike him, you’re fucking horny. it’s been a whole week since he’s been out, he came back this morning and you understood perfectly fine that he needs to rest — but your cunt didn’t.

you see how his toned chest raises and falls with each steady breath, his abs relaxed on full display just for you to admire. you tentatively pass your fingers over them, feeling the warmth of his body and the ridges along his torso, biting your lower lip unconsciously when you reach his v line, the waistband of his sweatpants covering just enough, but you don’t lower it more. he needs to rest, you think. but you need to relieve. then your gaze goes back to his abs, his perfectly maintained, muscular torso with eight defined grooves on his abdomen. your hand slips between your thighs to caress your core through your clothes, and you arch your back softly, hips chasing your hand. you quickly take off your shorts, being careful of not waking him up, and when your fingers reach your slit again, you feel the fabric of your panties soaked. you grind against your own digits, looking at rintaro while you do it as you bite your lip to not let any noise slip out of your mouth. you gulp and shift to straddle his abdomen, remaining still for a few seconds to make sure he isn’t waking up. you pull your panties to the side before laying your hands on his broad shoulders, your eyes roaming over his arms: defined biceps on full display for you even when he’s not flexing them, veins trailing along his arms and his big, calloused hands that you crave to be soon on your skin.

you start moving your hips, shyly and slowly, grinding against his abs, getting them wet with each move. your eyes close and your back arches, the sway of your hips grow faster as your nails dig further into his skin, not caring anymore about him being sleepy. but suddenly you feel a harsh smack on your ass that makes you open your eyes just to find his own green gaze staring into you, half lidded eyes and arched eyebrow snapping you out of your trance. you stop moving and remain frozen on his abdomen, and his hand wraps around your neck, applying a soft pressure on it. “keep going, sweetheart” suna says huskily, his voice gravelly as his free hand laying on your butt tightens its grip too. you oblige, moaning when you get back to riding his abs, clinging onto his biceps as he grabs your neck tighter. “that’s it” he praises “cunt so greedy couldn’t even wait until i woke up?” he groans before his other hand slips between your legs, finding your clit and making you arch your back, nails digging into his muscular arm and eyes rolling back to your skull as your hips chase your incoming release, and with a broken cry of his name, you reach it.

he groans as he sees his abdomen sticky with your fluids, also clinging to your inner thighs. before you can pull away to lay next to him, his hands lay on your hips to keep you in place. “turn around and fix the mess you’ve just made” suna says drowsily, and when you turn your head around, you can see the hard tent in his sweats. you giggle and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before lowering his pants and freeing his cock. you bite your lower lip and suna chuckles, giving you a smack on both your ass cheeks while you align with his dick. before you can push it inside, he caught your juices sliding down his abs with his fingertips before introducing it back into you cunt with three digits, the sudden stretch burning slightly while your warm walls hug his fingers tightly. “god, baby-“ he gasps as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you, your moans filling the room as he smacks your ass again. “missed having you inside” you confess with a broken voice, before rintaro pulls out his fingers and slams his hips up to fill you up with all his length. “shit, rin-! god, yes” you whine, tears forming in your eyes as you close then shut, bouncing on his lap as his tip kisses your cervix with each thrust. he guides your hips against his with a strong grip on yours, one of his hands sliding down so his thumb can reach your clit, massaging it softly, drawing invisible circles on it. you moan loudly and your nails scratch his chest, making him growl and go faster. you can feel his dick deep inside you, making your eyes roll and turning you into a babbling mess. “cat got your tongue?” he teases. “you aren’t confident anymore, huh?” suna chuckles and you clench around him, warm walls hugging him tightly, making him groan.

“rin, i’m so fucking close” you whine, tears building in your eyes as you feel your second release approaching, moving faster to chase it until you finally reach it when you feel suna’s sticky cum deep inside you, and it mixes with yours. your body crashes on top of him, his cock still deep inside you forbidding your mixed juices to drip out of your cunt. after a moment of silence, he caresses your back and kisses your forehead before muttering “missed you too, sweetheart”

MASTERLIST.

[sunasilhouette]

「a timely bet」 pt.2 - s.rintarou x f!reader

✧summary:

suna pisses you off during exam season and it was only right for you to get back at him… except it backfires terribly.

or… can suna last a week without sex.

✧wc: 2.2k (part 1) | 7.6k (part 2)

✧au: college!au, established relationship, second year!suna, second year!reader,

✧tags: explicit smut, minors dni, bratty!reader, experienced!reader, sadist!suna, dom!suna,

warnings under cut | ao3 link (sentence case)

✧warnings: fingering (f.), teasing, degradation, dirty talk, edging, orgasm denial, voyeurism, dubcon, pet names (princess/ bunny/ slut), unprotected sex (pls use protection), dubcon, sexting, nudes, creampies, overstimulation, +you've been warned.

you were generous for that first night, leaving suna to ‘study’ and to snuggle up in your bed, sleeping soundly.

the morning after, however, you already had an idea to make suna’s studying plan go poorly. waking up early, you made breakfast for two - the catch was, you were wearing the apron rintarou gifted last valentines. so, when suna came sauntering into the kitchen at the smell of food, his brain malfunctioned at the sight of that pretty backside view. an apron with practically nothing else underneath. he had to do a double take before his head was filled with unholy thoughts way too early in the morning. needless to say, he was surprised to see you already up and cooking breakfast for him, but what really caught his attention was your outfit—or lack thereof.

“mornin’,” you teased, turning your head to greet him, back still exposed along with the marks he left two days ago.

his gaze roamed over every curve and dip of your back as you turned away. “morning,” he managed to say with a hoarse voice. "you… look good."

suna walks over behind you, unable to resist running his hands down your sides before gripping onto the hips he thinks about night and day. “what's on the menu?" he asked, kissing light pecks on your shoulders and neck.

“nothing too complicated - something savoury. you’ll want a full stomach for your exam, no?” you said in a sing-song-tune, purposely not giving him too much attention as he thumbed light figures of eights, tracing the curve from your waist to your hips.

he nuzzled into your nape, breath hot against your skin, mumbling in that low morning voice, “mm… was thinkin’ about something sweet first.” his lips climbed higher to nip at your ear, “and then maybe come back for seconds later.”

despite his blatant morning arousal, he took a seat at the kitchen table, zoning out as best as he could only to sneak glances. you played it cool, but inside, you already felt this little bet was already going your way. it was day one but suna was already showing signs of cracking.

every movement, every sway or bend was so he could catch a sinful glimpse. about to serve his food? you made sure to lean over just enough for him to see an eyeful of cleavage. and just as you turned to finally do the dishes, you could hear a long sigh as he tried, albeit poorly, to reign in his dirty thoughts.

thinking he was about to leave to cram, you thought wrong. suna stood up from the table and walked over to wrap his arms around your waist and pulled you close, pressing himself against your back. warm hands place themselves on your hips, dipping underneath the apron which barely covered your body, the large palms of his hands and pads of his calloused finger tips wandered along your waist line and threatened to dip down even further… “can I have dessert now?” suna muttered against the nape of your neck, a cheeky swipe of his tongue tasting your skin.

”it’d be pretty embarrassing for you if you lost day one,” you reminded him with a grin. though, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t buzzing at the feel of his hands and the prospect of winning this bet so easily.

”you never said other parts of you weren’t off limits,” his fingers ghosted circles over your skin, pulling at the waist band of your underwear only for it to snap back in place. the implication was heavy, making you bite your lip as the air around you seemed to simmer into steam.

“do you need to touch me that badly, rin?” you whispered, bringing your hand down over his. “don’t tell me you actually enjoy making this harder for yourself?”

suna's fingers curled around your waist as you guided his hand to your bare skin. he let out a low chuckle at your teasing words. "maybe I do enjoy making things harder for myself," he said with a smirk. "but it seems like you're enjoying it too, aren't you?"

he leaned in close, his lips just barely a breath away from yours. he swallowed hard, forcing himself to swerve and trailed kisses down the nape of your neck. you’d be an idiot to deny him this.

two hours before his first exam and here he was between your thighs, nipping, biting and kissing up to the source of your wetness. letting out a whine a little too desperate for your liking, you chastised him, “don’t you have an exam later?”

suna let out his typical dark chuckle, peeling your underwear away to expose his dessert, ”yeah. and?” his dark, foxy eyes glowered at you from below, his tongue busying itself with lapping up the endless fountain streaming from your cunt. “maybe I should just forfeit this bet now.” suna punctuated his sentence with the push of his long fingers opening up your entrance. you never said he couldn’t eat you out.

his free hand snaked up under the apron to cup at your bare chest, twirling his fingers around a stiffened nipple before pinching, sending a jolt down your spine and a curse out your throat. “fuck… maybe you should - and prove that you’re nothing but a clingy, horny fox,” you retorted, tempting him even more. but, suna really wanted to win the bet. if only to make you his bitch for a day.

he was tempted to give in and kiss you to silence those diabolical lips, but he wasn’t about to throw the towel in this early. "oh, I'm definitely clingy," he said with a smirk. "and horny? well… let’s just say you're really not helping."

without any further delay, suna leaned forward and buried his face between your thighs. his tongue lapped at your wet folds eagerly, savoring the taste of  your arousal. he pressed a hand down to cage your hips still as his tongue lathered and sucked at your clit as you whined for more. suna slipped another finger inside, curling it upwards in search of that favourite spot that would always have you cursing his entire existence. when he found it, he pressed against it insistently, swallowing every drop of your cum as if it was liquid gold, wanting you to clamp your pretty thighs around his head.

and you did, every nerve tingling and legs shaking as he made you see white. he was persistent, fucking his fingers right where he knew you wanted it and more. rin would always push you to the edge and past it - be it thumbing your clit in rough figures of eight or swiping his tongue between the thick, long fingers spreading your cunt just to taste more of you. he always gave you more, and more.

suna lapped his soaked fingers, only to lick and gnaw up your spent body to the flesh of your neck just so he didn’t accidentally kiss you. though, the thought of making you taste his favourite flavour on his tongue (you) was too fucking delicious to ignore.

so, he slipped his soaked fingers into your wet open mouth, playing with your tongue as he peppered kisses on your jaw, saying, “tastes better than any dessert.” with a wicked grin, he gazed enjoyingly at the sight of your post-orgasmic bliss.

“you’re such an asshole, rin…” you barely managed to get out with his fingers on your tongue.

he laughed, kissed your cheek again and cleaned off his fingers before wiping away the excess on your bottom lip, “yeah?”

needless to say, suna rushed off to his exam without cramming, making sure to help clean you and himself up, leaving with a goodbye kiss to your head. despite his nonchalantness and aloofness in your daily interactions, he said more in his actions than anything else. occasionally, you’d find your chest getting unexpectedly tight… then, he’d say something stupid to either make you roll your eyes or make an attempt to slap his wrist.

you shook your head stretching and rolling off the complicated thoughts. if you were gonna win this bet, maybe you had to go about your plan differently - enough to make suna go past the point of desperation. the ping of your phone cleared your mind, making you grin at the notification.

the package you ordered last night arrived and you were already getting excited just thinking about the ‘present’ you were gonna leave in rintarou’s messages tomorrow. suna still had volleyball practice along with his exams. sure, it was brutal for him but more time for you to figure out how to torture him tomorrow.

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the next day, your informant, atsumu, let you know via a cheeky text message that rin was at the library cramming for his next exam. atsumu even made a comment about how it was weird that he was cramming. so, what better way to tempt him and get him all hot and bothered than a photo of yourself in suna’s favourite colour of the lewdest lingerie you now own. message sent and delivered.

suna's phone buzzed with a notification, and he couldn't help the smirk that grew on his lips when he saw that it was from his favourite person. he opened the message eagerly, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you in what he could only describe as diabolical.

the tightening in his jeans at your little message made him gulp and he knew that this was exactly what you wanted. but, suna wasn't going to make it easy for you. instead of responding right away, he thought it’d be more entertaining to play along.

after a few minutes pondering, suna finally sent back his reply.

well, he definitely wasn’t studying anymore. entertaining your successful attempt at ruining his cram sesh probably wasn’t the brightest of ideas right now. but, hell, you never texted him like this—all clingy and cute with ‘i miss yous’ and hearts. he couldn’t resist playing along just to see how far you were willing to take this.

as he was sliding his laptop back into his bag, another notification caught his attention. his eyes zeroed in on your pretty fingers dipping under that pretty lingerie on your pretty skin. as if he needed any more convincing to stop studying and go deal with the uncomfortable feeling in his pants. it should be his hands unveiling every inch of you instead.

suna was quick to lock himself in that empty bathroom on the 4th floor, unzipping his jeans, taking a downward angle to capture just enough of his hard cock. he sent the pic off with a smirk and typed, ‘satisfied?’

a torturous few minutes for suna passed with no response. though, what came next wasn’t a photo or a teasing reply, but a voice message. he was already wearing his usual headphones, as you predicted he would have. with a racing heartbeat and an almost painful erection, he pressed play only to be blessed with your voice, all raspy and desperate, accompanied by faint buzzing and wetness in the background.

suna cursed. oh… what a fucking tease.

he could picture you perfectly in his mind: biting down on your lip, body quivering at every vibration, soaking wet and ruining his sheets. his hand instinctively clutched his cock, stroking it steadily to the sound of your voice. it’s not enough. it never was enough. he needed you like air—needed you bent over, spread open and pleading for more.

another image, this time of your soiled underwear, cum leaking from the inside with another sinful message, ‘bet u wanna come inside instead :)’

suna’s brows furrowed and he couldn’t help but scoff, tightening his hand around his cock, wishing it was your perfect tight pussy instead. his breaths were heavy, stroking himself faster and harder, taking in the sight of you, envisioning all the dirty things he wanted to do to you at the end of this week. he let out a strained groan as he spilled into his hand, coating it with shame.

maybe he should just come over and forfeit the bet just to fuck you into a whimpering mess… composing and cleaning himself, suna quickly typed out a reply, ‘u should text me like that more often. it turns me on.'

‘good x see u tmr :)’

that was the last text you sent that day.

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neither of you had agreed to meet the day after, but that message held the implication that suna didn’t really have any choice in the matter. plus, he always wanted to be with you. you thought this bet would be easier for him if he decided to avoid you for the week but, of course, rin could never help himself when it came to you. there weren’t any complaints on your side. apart from, well, you were starting to get desperate.

in the late afternoon, you move from the spot on your couch to the sound of suna’s melodic knocking at the door. you opened the door to greet him, wearing nothing but loose shorts and a tank top, “you’re late.”

suna couldn’t help the grin that curled on his lips. you were gorgeous to him, as always, his mind racing back to yesterday. “my bad,” he said, taking off his shoes and stepping inside, “miya one dragged me out for drinks with miya two. cus, y’know—they're done with their exams.” suna dropped his gym bag by the sofa, sinking down onto it. “what do you have planned for me today?” he asked casually, voice steady despite the growing lust in his eyes.

you followed after him and just as he sat down, you slid your legs over him, straddling his lap, already wrapping your arms around his neck. “today?” with a grin, you slowly peeled his baseball cap off, running your hands through his hair and gave him a peck on the cheek. “nothing planned but annoying you~.” giving a mischievous smile, you cuddled up to him, pressing your chest against his.

his eyes widened as he let out a soft groan from the sensation. “well,” he sighed with a growing smirk. “for some reason, I don’t feel that annoyed right now.” suna ran his hands up and down your back, feeling himself get harder by the second. “d’you know what you’re doing to me?”

“the same thing I was doing to you yesterday, maybe…?” you whispered, almost sounding unsure except you knew exactly what you were doing, loving every second of rin’s agony. you rolled your hips, circling on his lap like a cat. “why don’t you tell me all about it?”

he let out a chuckle saying, “I was sitting there, trying to focus for once but all I could think about was you. only you,” he continued, fingers pressing into the bare skin of your back, slipping down to grip your hips, “your pretty curves, your soft skin… driving me fucking insane.” rin leaned in closer, nibbling at your ear, whispering softly, “wished you were there with me. make everyone hear just how much of a slut you can be for me.”

the amused sigh that left your lips brushed against his, hot and airy. skin lighting aflame everywhere his hands touched, the scent of his earthy cologne and the slight growl of his frustrated voice was doing something to you. “yeah? what else did you do?” you beckoned him for more, arching your back as his grip grew tighter, letting out a half moan.

“fucked my hand wishing it was your throat and your perfect, tight pussy instead,” he leaned back, taking in your dilated eyes, “and your voice? fuck- I could listen to it all day.”

you let out a breathy chuckle, grinding your hips against his, the tent in his pants rubbing firmly against your clit through your clothes. both of you let out a shared moan, suna clicking his tongue with a smirk of his own, “you’re making this so hard for me, princess.”

that made you laugh again as you leaned in closer. he could almost taste the sweetness of your tongue but he needed to resist—resist kissing those beautiful, wet lips of yours. “am I?” you gazed into his eyes, flicking down to his lips. your hands wandered under his shirt, rolling your hips against him again, body sending signals and begging for him to touch you anywhere and everywhere. “then just give in already, rin.”

a low growl escaped his throat, your own hands searing his skin. it was tempting. here you were, sat on him all pretty and pliant. but he knew better. this was a game after all —one that he intended to win.

“not yet,” he said, voice low and husky, “I’ve lasted this long, haven’t I?” he tilted his head, dodging your lips to plant a chaste kiss on your cheek, swiping a stripe with his tongue just below your jaw.

your brows furrowed, desperation and frustration spiralling at your core. maybe you did underestimate him. at this rate, suna was going to win this bet. you weren’t about to let that happen. depriving rin meant depriving yourself. your underwear was soaked through just feeling his heavy cock throb between your legs. enough was enough.

“hey… wanna amend a rule?” you whispered, ghosting your lips against his, staring into his darkened golden eyes.

his brow raised at that, curious as to what you had in mind but he had a pretty good idea. suna could tell you were slipping. he knew this would happen. if anything, he was waiting for this to happen. “sure,” he mused with a smirk, “don’t keep me waiting.” he leaned in terrifyingly close, your lips a breath away from his.

with a gulp, you feigned having the upper hand, suggesting, “from now on… I’ll let you kiss me.”

suna didn’t miss the blush that glowed on your face at your proposal. he couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. he had been dying to kiss you—to taste those sweet lips and explore your mouth like always. “you’ll let me kiss you?” suna paused, an evil smirk and a familiar, sinister glint in his eyes. you knew he was up to no good. “what if I don’t want to?”

”ugh… shut up,” you whined, bumping foreheads with him as you stared into his squinted eyes and blown out pupils.

with a cocky grin, he raised a hand to cup your cheek and pressed down his thumb on your bottom lip. “patience, princess.”

he started slow, purposely and painfully slow. a peck to the furrow of your brows, then to the corners of your frown. then, he cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in as he finally pressed his lips against yours.

it was soft at first, gentle even—his wet tongue slipped to coat your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. you clutched at his shirt, letting out a muffled moan, feeling a heated flush rise in the pit of your stomach. when was the last time you had kissed rin? it had been so long—he tasted so good, like sin and silver.

it was a slow dance, as if he was exploring the taste of you for the first time.

suna pulled back as you tried leaning into him for more. he let out a chuckle at your mounting desire, his own lips wet and glossy. with furrowed brows and a click of your tongue, the two of you clashed lips, as if the ropes holding both of you back had finally snapped apart.

suna’s tongue was meticulous, sly, and dangerous; so were his hands. they wandered under your shorts and tanktop, groping, twisting, pinching and grasping at your skin all over. it was a mess. you were melting against his lips, not even noticing the hands that had crept under your top, tracing circles around your chest before lightly pinching at pebbled nipples.

you gasped for air and suna pulled back slightly to catch his own breath, “wow,” he whispered, “you’re shaking.”

he captured your lips again as you both resigned yourselves to make out for what felt like hours. you couldn’t get enough of each other yet you were both torturing yourselves with this stupid bet.

“y’sure you don’t wanna just fuck, rin…?” you whined between messy kisses.

“I do,” he said, but even as he spoke, suna found himself slipping his hand under your shorts once again, teasingly rubbing circles around your clit, spreading the wetness firmly at the entrance. “but…”

he slid two fingers inside, watching the satisfaction that made your eyes roll back, kissing you through soft moans of ecstasy. “I’m having so much more fun right now.”

you bit your bottom lip—maybe out of frustration but you were trying to hide the fact that suna’s stupid long fingers curled inside you so perfectly. the lack of sex was getting to you and you were swiftly running out of options to try and win this bet.

you cursed, couldn’t help the way your hips ground against his long, calloused fingers or how your walls fluttered around him, begging to be stretched. “rin… more…” you clutched his face, staring into his dark, blown out eyes. he also couldn’t help the grin at your reaction. he had you right where he wanted—desperate for release.

without another word, suna began fucking his fingers into you—curling them just the way he knew you liked before adding a third finger into the mix. he watched with satisfaction as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

as you cupped his face and begged for more, suna leaned in closer until your lips were barely touching. "you're so fucking desperate," he whispered, "wanna come that bad?" he continued to work his fingers inside of you, thumbing your clit in tight, rhythmic circles, watching as you grew more and more needy.

suna bit down on your bottom lip before sliding his tongue against yours, devouring and swallowing your moans, tasting the desperation as you began to come undone. you moaned against his lips, clamping down on his three fingers, the knot in your core tightening and tightening. he could feel the heat radiating off of your body. you start to see hot, molten white as you call his name…

but suna had other plans. three of his fingers still pressed inside you but his ministrations stopped. with watery, glazed eyes, you look at him as if he had just offended your entire blood line.

he, however, just smiled. “how’s it feel?” suna patted your cheek, voice low and sly. “were you close?” the damned fucking bastard knew the answer to that already. you nodded, biting your bottom lip as you let out an unintended whimper.

“if you wanna come that badly, you gotta tell me, princess,” suna flexed his fingers experimentally, chuckling at the whine that left your lips, ”use your words.”

the breath you let out was shaky at best, walls fluttering in waves around his thick fingers. gritting your teeth, you really didn’t want to give him what he wants, “fuck you.”

rin hummed, raising his brows, “I’d like that a lot actually. but, brats who don’t play nice won’t get what they want.” he pulled away, leaving you feeling completely empty, gripping your hips to push you off, “on your knees.”

he didn’t leave you much of a choice, losing balance off his lap, sitting on the floor between his spread legs. suna tugged at your chin before shoving his moist fingers down your throat, slick with your wetness. you blinked and the next thing you saw was his heavy, large, veiny cock, revealed to you. “if you don’t wanna use your words, you can do something else with your mouth ‘til you change your mind.”

with furrowed brows and dewy eyes, you lapped at his fingers as if that was your answer, eyes hazed in lust. you’d never admit it to him but the way he manhandles you always made you feel something that you could never explain. suna pulled his fingers away, tipping his head expectantly with that same irritatingly hot smirk.

you started with a small lick at his tip, spreading the pre on your tongue before licking a stripe down his entire length. suna let out a deep sigh of pleasure as he met your heated gaze, “you can do more than that.”

he slid his other hand through your locks, massaging your scalp as you wrapped your pretty lips around the head of his cock, hollowing your cheeks and hearing moans—his or yours, you weren’t sure. suna’s fingers buried into your hair and he forced you all the way down his cock. his patience had worn thin.

he loved the feeling of your throat constricting around his cock as you struggled to breathe around it. and he loved the pretty little tears that roll down those rosy cheeks as he fucked your throat hard and deep. the only thing better was, of course, that perfect pussy of yours. but, he had to make do. he had to teach you a lesson on compliance.

suna was cumming down your throat faster than he would on most days, but he didn’t care. he had been pent up this entire week and spilling down your throat would be his saving grace to lasting the last few days without fucking your cunt. he finally released his grip in your hair as he watched his spend drip out your lips as you struggled to swallow.

he tugged at your chin, swiping the remaining back into your mouth. he didn’t miss the tiny moan that left your lips at the way he was treating you. “come here.”

suna gripped your arm as he pulled you up, only to push you back down on the couch. “kiss me,” he commanded. as you tilted your head up, he tugged you closer, deepening the kiss.

you unconsciously spread your legs as he ripped your shorts and underwear off in one smooth motion. he grinded against you and you did the same. your wetness coated his length as he dragged the surface against your entrance. you called his name between his endless kisses, as if a prayer, wanting him to completely ruin you. “fuck—please… wanna cum.”

the rule was no sex but there weren't any rules about making each other cum like this. if anything, it just made you want to bury yourselves into each other tenfold. suna smirked as he kissed you through your pleas. his rough fingers slid down to your clit, giving it a playful and light smack, as if letting out the frustration that he doesn’t get to stretch out and fuck that wet pussy of yours.

“good girl.”

suna felt a surge of satisfaction as swallowed your moans against his lips, feeling your walls clenching around his fingers as you grew closer and closer to orgasm. he drew tight circles around your clit, hammering his fingers through your gummy walls, hitting that spongy sweet spot every single time, tasting the desperation on your tongue. “that’s it,” he whispered, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

he continued to work his fingers inside, curling them just right before adding a fourth finger into the mix. and sure enough, within moments, he felt you squishing down on his four fingers as you came undone with a loud cry. suna grinned as your body trembled, your eyes closed and your lips parted in ecstasy.

as you came down from your high, suna slowly withdrew his fingers - watching as your breathing slowly returned to normal. "feeling better?" he asked with a smirk.

the post-orgasm clarity was hitting you hard, as suna peppered kisses on your cheek, rubbing circles on your hips.

“do you always have to try to get the last word in?” you chided, though the scolding was empty with how breathless you sounded.

“mhm. I’ll have the last word too when I win this bet and get to fuck you properly.” with one last teasing stroke against your clit, suna pulled back slightly to catch his breath. "but for now," he said with a smirk, "let's see how many times I can make you cum before we break any more rules."

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you lost count how many times you came before suna had to physically stop himself before he lost all of his restraint. there were a couple of days left of the bet and you need to do something. and, frankly you were incredibly frustrated—sexually frustrated. you even resorted to attempting to wake up rin the next morning with a blowjob but, unfortunately for you, rin was obviously physically stronger.

“I think we should’ve gone over the health precautions of you not blowing your load inside me at all for the past five days.” you deadpanned while rin had your wrists pinned above your head. “how you holding up, blue balls?” you teased, trying to rile him up first thing in the morning.

suna couldn't help but let out a low growl, feeling his frustration building up inside of him. he had been holding back for days now and he’d be lying if he told himself it wasn’t starting to take its toll on him.

"I'm doing just fine," he said with a smirk, "but I can't say the same thing about you." he leaned in closer until your faces were inches apart. "you're practically begging me to fuck you now," he whispered, "and if we weren't so close to the end of this bet, I would do just that."

suna enjoyed the way you squirmed beneath him. "but we both know that wouldn't be fair," he added with a grin.

you frown at him and groan, trying to shake your hands out of his grasp. “whatever. go study for your exam or whatever.”

chuckling in satisfaction knowing he finally had the upper hand, “you know what would really help me study?” he whispered with a smirk, “if you could give me something to focus on.” his eyes locked onto yours, gaze burning with intensity as he waited for your response.

you paused, biting your lip as your own eyes burned with lust, cheeks warming from the embarrassment. for as much as he’s been depriving you, he’s still been his usual clingy self, making you feel good every day with just his kisses and fingers. you’d be a fool to deny him what he was always offering. and, suna knew he could tame your anger just by satisfying you every now and then.

“just shut up and kiss me…”

suna made you come undone twice that morning before leaving for the library—since god knows he would’ve failed your bet if he stayed. but, thankfully, that just left you able to do some more scheming.

today was the day. you were rummaging through your closet for the outfit that had him whipped last halloween. he was in for a hell of a surprise. 

suna knocked the same melody on your apartment door, waiting for it to open but found it strange there wasn’t a response. he tested the door knob and the door was already open. he stepped in, calling out your name only to be met with silence.

no lights were turned on save a dim, warm light peeking from the bedroom. he was cautious, taking slow steps and pushed his palm on the door, creaking as it opened.

and all he saw was you. sitting legs crossed, all pretty, save nothing but his favourite outfit on you which was easily in the top 5 of his mental list: sheer, fishnet tights, a skin-tight fabric one piece, and matching bunny ears and fluffy tail. he could feel his pants tightening already.

“took you long enough,” you chided with a smirk.

suna let out a whistle as he dropped his bag, slipping his jacket off while he was at it. “guess you finally decided to play dirty.” he walked over, his eyes practically fucking you, taking in every dip and curve. “you look nice,” he added with a grin. he leaned down, sinking his palms on the bed at your sides. “but, y’know. this isn’t gonna change anything,” he whispered, tilting his head to the side, “I’m still gonna win.”

you arched your back as you leaned up to brush your lips against his ever so slightly. with a smile, you clenched your fist on his shirt, dragging him down and flipping your positions, skillfully straddling him. his phone slipped out of his pocket on the way down. suna let out a groan, his eyes roaming the places where your lace fishnets stretched and hugged your thighs.

“you don’t look like a winner right now, rin,” you retorted, fingers running up and down his chest.

“hm… don’t know about that. I kinda feel like a winner.” suna ran his hands up and down your thighs—radiating the heat of your skin. he trapped a finger under the lines of your tights, raising his finger and flicking it back to slap against your thigh. he chuckled, hands wandering the cold fabric up your back. he couldn’t resist any longer, clutching the nape of your neck and pulling you in, tongue ravishing every inch of your mouth as he held you close. he broke away for a moment, whispering into your ear, “I’ll be nice and let you cum a few times since you’ve given my eyes such a nice present.”

you stopped him as he reached in for another kiss, hopping off his lap. “ah, ah. don’t you wanna enjoy the show a little bit more?” you turned around to reveal the little tuft of the tail attached to the outfit, dragging your own hand down the back of your legs, arching your back once more for suna. backing up into his lap, you squirmed into place, turning your head to the side and whispered into his ear, “or are you gonna fuck me like a slut?”

suna let out a slow breath, trying his best to reign in the voice inside him feeding him tempting ideas. you turned your head to the side, licking your lips as you ground back against his crotch. his last exam was tomorrow and you were already relishing in the idea of winning, picturing what you were gonna make him do.

but, suna’s phone vibrated at the wrong moment. both of you looked over, the text appearing in bold letters. suna’s face lit up for all the wrong reasons and yours? your life may as well have just flashed behind your eyes. his last exam got cancelled.

he’s technically won—and with you right in front of him ripe for the taking.

your brain triggered its physiological response for fight or flight. it chose flight. you jumped off the bed fast enough to probably make you light headed but, of course, suna was faster.

with one smooth motion, suna used his ungodly grip to grab onto your wrist, dragging you back on the bed, trapping you beneath him, and pinning your thighs down. “see. told you I’d win,” he said, grinning like a bastard.

panic struck your face as suna used his strength against you, devouring your lips in an instant, ripping those unholy tights from your legs, making you stammer, “h-hey- wait…!” you whined, barely managing to get a word in between his kisses, “this isn’t fair…!”

he laughed at your protest, grip still tight and firm. suna couldn't wait any longer—he needed to feel your skin against his own—hear you call his name. “I don’t recall there being any rules about fairness,” he said with a smirk, “besides… I think you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

fuck winning on a technicality. he needed you like the earth needs the sun and he was sure he’d combust if he didn’t do something about the raging erection under his pants. “now be a good girl and show me how wet you are.”

with that, suna’s lips came crashing down to devour you once more. his hands roamed every inch of you as rough and desperate as your body tingled with each caress. the obvious fact that you were dripping wet and down your thighs was already testament to how desperate you were no matter how much you’d try to deny it. and, lucky for suna, this particular outfit had that crude opening right where he wanted to be, ready for him to completely ravish.

“rin- I said wait…!” but his patience had run out days ago. he said nothing as he exposed his cock, red and veiny, pumping it before slipping the tip around your wet cunt. the moan you let out was diabolical, not really helping your obvious desperation.

“you’re so fucking wet and desperate, princess. think I could fuck you just like this.” he let his cock drop, using his spare hand to fuck two fingers into you. the way you clamped down on him instantly made him scoff. actually, maybe he could watch you squirm in agony for a little while longer.

as if hearing his thoughts, you stuttered out, “n-no… please, rin.” you needed more. you needed him.

suna pumped another finger into your gummy walls, thumbing your clit as he said, “use your words. dunno what you want from me.”

he’s so cruel.

you bite your lip, body humming with frustration. if suna kept going, you knew you could cum like this. but you didn’t want to cum like this. his fingers were insistent, making your core coil and threaten to snap. you caved. “I need you, rin—need you to f-fuck me, please…!”

he ripped his fingers away as he lined up his cock. suna leant down to your ear, nibbling at it, smirking as he says, “do it yourself if you want it so badly.”

without needing to double check, you could feel the tip of his heavy cock at your entrance. as you tried to get it in right, you accidentally rubbed his tip a few times between your folds which must’ve seemed like a tease because the second his tip had slid into your pussy he had gripped your hips and pulled you all the way down onto him.

you cried out in surprise, the stretch vibrating through your body that suna did not give you much time to adjust to. he grabbed your hips and began to forcefully push you up and down the length of his cock. you whined, your body writhing in pleasure as all you could do was keep your back arched as he forced you up and down on his cock like you were made for him.

“shit… still so fuckin’ tight for me,” he cursed through groans, grabbing your leg to swing over his shoulder. the new position had you seeing white, the breath taken straight out of you as the head of his cock pumped that sweet, spongy spot inside you with every single rough thrust.

you came on the spot, walls spasming around suna’s cock with euphoric cries. suna couldn’t help but chuckle and groan through the feeling. and, he wouldn’t be rin if he wasn’t making fun of you for it. “miss me much?” 

suna continued to pound into you relentlessly—each thrust pushing you both past your limits. he could feel his own release building up inside of him—knew that it wouldn't be long before he saw stars of his own. you could barely hear suna’s groans over the ringing in your head but you saw his eyes and the way he looked at you as if you were something to devour. his grip on your leg was tight as he bit into the plump flesh of it, eyes hazed and hungry.

rin was losing it. all he could think about was how good you felt, how tight and disgustingly wet your pussy was. he was so enraptured in everything that was you, letting out a load groan as he was spilled his cum into you without warning, fucking you through it. 

but he didn’t stop there. with each pump of cum that leaked out came another thrust, another mindblowing sensation down both your spines. it was almost too much. actually, no, it was too much—in just the right way. you called his name through your cries, a blubbering, fucked out mess.

only until he was satisfied with fucking his spend into your cunt did he let go of your leg, coming down to clutch your limp, panting body. “y’know,” he whispered. his hands came up to clutch your face, peppering kisses all over, licking up the stray tears on your blushing cheeks. “might have to just keep you like this, little bunny.”

you frown, brows scrunching up despite the fucked out expression on your face. “no…” finding the strength to wrap your legs around his back, pushing back inside your stained cunt just as he was trying to stop. “just- you’ve already-” won. he’s already won. your pride just didn’t let you admit defeat but you sure as well wanted to get fucked into a different state of consciousness (as if he didn’t just do exactly that). “p-please, rin… need more of you…”

suna let out a breathy chuckle at your persistence, lips curling into a satisfied grin knowing he has such an effect on you. “the things you do to me…” he whispered, giving you a chaste, intimate kiss, “if you want to keep going, then we’re doing it my way.” 

with one swift motion, suna flipped you onto your stomach, ass up, your legs dangling off the edge of the bed. “let’s see how much more you can take, princess,” he said with a smirk, lining up once more with a tight grip on her hips, sliding easily in one thrust.

you cried out as he pressed down on your back, making you arc as he pounded away. he gripped the little tuft on your outfit’s tail, yanking your ass up. the palm of his large hand came down hard, leaving a pink print on your skin, fucking you with no remorse, fucking his previous load deeper inside.

he bent over, weaving his fingers into your messy locks and pulled, whispering sinful words into your ear, “could’ve been fucked like the slut you are sooner if you just asked like a good girl instead of acting like a fucking brat.”

you whined in response, unable to say anything else, walls twitching at his vulgar speech. he scoffed, “you like being called a slut that bad?” his palm came down again.

“f-fuck… I-I’m go-gonna-”

“then why don’t you just do it and come like the brainless slut you are?” suna suggested. you were coming hard before you really knew it. your whole body shook and you could have sworn that white flashed as your body fell limp against the bed, legs practically jelly.

suna felt shockwaves and a hot sensation coursed through his veins. after gathering himself, he slowly pulled out, seeing the mixture of yours and his cum leak from your bruised cunt.

he called out to you but you ignored suna, focusing on your breathing. you were so full. he felt so good. your body was still shaking a little, surprised by how rough he had been so suddenly. he called your name again, turning you back onto your stomach to get a good look at you.

you opened your eyes enough so that you could hazily look at suna. he gave you a small smile and observed the fucked-out expression on your face. after checking your condition, he began to press small kisses across it.

“did so well princess,” he assured you lightly. “you okay?”

you nodded distractedly, the exhaustion of the day finally hitting you. suna laughed a little. “come on now, did I actually fuck you that good? you can’t come up with a sentence?”

you averted your eyes and suna didn’t think you could flush any deeper considering what he just did to you. but, you did.

“you always fuck me that good,” you said so quiet he could barely hear. he let out a small laugh and gave a light kiss to your head.

. . .

needless to say, you lost the bet. it felt like the longest week of the year. was it worth it? honestly, you couldn’t say. does rin manage to out-do himself every time both of you try to do something stupid like this stupid bet? yes, yes he does.

the morning after, you were sore out of your mind, waking up late with the sunlight streaming through the blinds on rin’s stupidly pretty face. he was sitting up against the head board, reading a group chat and grinning to himself. you pouted, getting his attention by nudging him under the blanket. “who got you smiling like that, huh?” you said all groggily.

rin looked over and gave you a grin and leaned down to kiss you. “s’just the neuro-sci group chat celebrating ‘bout the cancelled exam. apparently the answer sheet got leaked so our lecturer’s in a hissy fit.”

“yeah, yeah. you’re just happy that cancelled exam made you win the stupid bet.” wait. you did a double take. neuro-sci? “...why are you in the neuro-sci group chat?”

suna looked back at his phone, beginning to scroll through memes to send to osamu and replied nonchalantly, “hm? ‘cus I major in neuroscience.”

your jaw dropped. you’ve known rin for how long now and you never knew he majored in fucking neuro science. suna felt your stare and glanced back to see your shocked expression. “what?”

“you used to be known for sleeping around, getting high, playing volleyball and you weren’t even planning on studying for your exams until I basically forced you and you’re only just telling me that you major in fucking neuroscience?”

suna grinned, “well, you never asked.”

“unbelieveable.”

a/n: on god i'm so sorry this took so long to get out!!!!!! as a result, it ended up being a lot longer than i intended with plenty of smut so i hoped you enjoyed it :'D. once again, thank you very much for your patience. suna does neuroscience based off this post! I thought it was kinda funny and unexpected so I just rolled with it! note to self: finish a fic before releasing it in parts...

my inbox is always open! i'm really picky with requests but, i might get really inspired after reading one! there's still a request i'm writing up (sorry if ur the person that requested it and is still waiting)

my next fic will probably be the sunaosa x reader 3p or teacher assistant!reader x suna. will have to see! (or i write them at the same time ;;;)

[sunasilhouette]

「a timely bet」 pt.2 - s.rintarou x f!reader

✧summary:

suna pisses you off during exam season and it was only right for you to get back at him… except it backfires terribly.

or… can suna last a week without sex.

✧wc: 2.2k (part 1) | 7.6k (part 2)

✧au: college!au, established relationship, second year!suna, second year!reader,

✧tags: explicit smut, minors dni, bratty!reader, experienced!reader, sadist!suna, dom!suna,

warnings under cut | ao3 link (sentence case)

✧warnings: fingering (f.), teasing, degradation, dirty talk, edging, orgasm denial, voyeurism, dubcon, pet names (princess/ bunny/ slut), unprotected sex (pls use protection), dubcon, sexting, nudes, creampies, overstimulation, +you've been warned.

you were generous for that first night, leaving suna to ‘study’ and to snuggle up in your bed, sleeping soundly.

the morning after, however, you already had an idea to make suna’s studying plan go poorly. waking up early, you made breakfast for two - the catch was, you were wearing the apron rintarou gifted last valentines. so, when suna came sauntering into the kitchen at the smell of food, his brain malfunctioned at the sight of that pretty backside view. an apron with practically nothing else underneath. he had to do a double take before his head was filled with unholy thoughts way too early in the morning. needless to say, he was surprised to see you already up and cooking breakfast for him, but what really caught his attention was your outfit—or lack thereof.

“mornin’,” you teased, turning your head to greet him, back still exposed along with the marks he left two days ago.

his gaze roamed over every curve and dip of your back as you turned away. “morning,” he managed to say with a hoarse voice. "you… look good."

suna walks over behind you, unable to resist running his hands down your sides before gripping onto the hips he thinks about night and day. “what's on the menu?" he asked, kissing light pecks on your shoulders and neck.

“nothing too complicated - something savoury. you’ll want a full stomach for your exam, no?” you said in a sing-song-tune, purposely not giving him too much attention as he thumbed light figures of eights, tracing the curve from your waist to your hips.

he nuzzled into your nape, breath hot against your skin, mumbling in that low morning voice, “mm… was thinkin’ about something sweet first.” his lips climbed higher to nip at your ear, “and then maybe come back for seconds later.”

despite his blatant morning arousal, he took a seat at the kitchen table, zoning out as best as he could only to sneak glances. you played it cool, but inside, you already felt this little bet was already going your way. it was day one but suna was already showing signs of cracking.

every movement, every sway or bend was so he could catch a sinful glimpse. about to serve his food? you made sure to lean over just enough for him to see an eyeful of cleavage. and just as you turned to finally do the dishes, you could hear a long sigh as he tried, albeit poorly, to reign in his dirty thoughts.

thinking he was about to leave to cram, you thought wrong. suna stood up from the table and walked over to wrap his arms around your waist and pulled you close, pressing himself against your back. warm hands place themselves on your hips, dipping underneath the apron which barely covered your body, the large palms of his hands and pads of his calloused finger tips wandered along your waist line and threatened to dip down even further… “can I have dessert now?” suna muttered against the nape of your neck, a cheeky swipe of his tongue tasting your skin.

”it’d be pretty embarrassing for you if you lost day one,” you reminded him with a grin. though, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t buzzing at the feel of his hands and the prospect of winning this bet so easily.

”you never said other parts of you weren’t off limits,” his fingers ghosted circles over your skin, pulling at the waist band of your underwear only for it to snap back in place. the implication was heavy, making you bite your lip as the air around you seemed to simmer into steam.

“do you need to touch me that badly, rin?” you whispered, bringing your hand down over his. “don’t tell me you actually enjoy making this harder for yourself?”

suna's fingers curled around your waist as you guided his hand to your bare skin. he let out a low chuckle at your teasing words. "maybe I do enjoy making things harder for myself," he said with a smirk. "but it seems like you're enjoying it too, aren't you?"

he leaned in close, his lips just barely a breath away from yours. he swallowed hard, forcing himself to swerve and trailed kisses down the nape of your neck. you’d be an idiot to deny him this.

two hours before his first exam and here he was between your thighs, nipping, biting and kissing up to the source of your wetness. letting out a whine a little too desperate for your liking, you chastised him, “don’t you have an exam later?”

suna let out his typical dark chuckle, peeling your underwear away to expose his dessert, ”yeah. and?” his dark, foxy eyes glowered at you from below, his tongue busying itself with lapping up the endless fountain streaming from your cunt. “maybe I should just forfeit this bet now.” suna punctuated his sentence with the push of his long fingers opening up your entrance. you never said he couldn’t eat you out.

his free hand snaked up under the apron to cup at your bare chest, twirling his fingers around a stiffened nipple before pinching, sending a jolt down your spine and a curse out your throat. “fuck… maybe you should - and prove that you’re nothing but a clingy, horny fox,” you retorted, tempting him even more. but, suna really wanted to win the bet. if only to make you his bitch for a day.

he was tempted to give in and kiss you to silence those diabolical lips, but he wasn’t about to throw the towel in this early. "oh, I'm definitely clingy," he said with a smirk. "and horny? well… let’s just say you're really not helping."

without any further delay, suna leaned forward and buried his face between your thighs. his tongue lapped at your wet folds eagerly, savoring the taste of  your arousal. he pressed a hand down to cage your hips still as his tongue lathered and sucked at your clit as you whined for more. suna slipped another finger inside, curling it upwards in search of that favourite spot that would always have you cursing his entire existence. when he found it, he pressed against it insistently, swallowing every drop of your cum as if it was liquid gold, wanting you to clamp your pretty thighs around his head.

and you did, every nerve tingling and legs shaking as he made you see white. he was persistent, fucking his fingers right where he knew you wanted it and more. rin would always push you to the edge and past it - be it thumbing your clit in rough figures of eight or swiping his tongue between the thick, long fingers spreading your cunt just to taste more of you. he always gave you more, and more.

suna lapped his soaked fingers, only to lick and gnaw up your spent body to the flesh of your neck just so he didn’t accidentally kiss you. though, the thought of making you taste his favourite flavour on his tongue (you) was too fucking delicious to ignore.

so, he slipped his soaked fingers into your wet open mouth, playing with your tongue as he peppered kisses on your jaw, saying, “tastes better than any dessert.” with a wicked grin, he gazed enjoyingly at the sight of your post-orgasmic bliss.

“you’re such an asshole, rin…” you barely managed to get out with his fingers on your tongue.

he laughed, kissed your cheek again and cleaned off his fingers before wiping away the excess on your bottom lip, “yeah?”

needless to say, suna rushed off to his exam without cramming, making sure to help clean you and himself up, leaving with a goodbye kiss to your head. despite his nonchalantness and aloofness in your daily interactions, he said more in his actions than anything else. occasionally, you’d find your chest getting unexpectedly tight… then, he’d say something stupid to either make you roll your eyes or make an attempt to slap his wrist.

you shook your head stretching and rolling off the complicated thoughts. if you were gonna win this bet, maybe you had to go about your plan differently - enough to make suna go past the point of desperation. the ping of your phone cleared your mind, making you grin at the notification.

the package you ordered last night arrived and you were already getting excited just thinking about the ‘present’ you were gonna leave in rintarou’s messages tomorrow. suna still had volleyball practice along with his exams. sure, it was brutal for him but more time for you to figure out how to torture him tomorrow.

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the next day, your informant, atsumu, let you know via a cheeky text message that rin was at the library cramming for his next exam. atsumu even made a comment about how it was weird that he was cramming. so, what better way to tempt him and get him all hot and bothered than a photo of yourself in suna’s favourite colour of the lewdest lingerie you now own. message sent and delivered.

suna's phone buzzed with a notification, and he couldn't help the smirk that grew on his lips when he saw that it was from his favourite person. he opened the message eagerly, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you in what he could only describe as diabolical.

the tightening in his jeans at your little message made him gulp and he knew that this was exactly what you wanted. but, suna wasn't going to make it easy for you. instead of responding right away, he thought it’d be more entertaining to play along.

after a few minutes pondering, suna finally sent back his reply.

well, he definitely wasn’t studying anymore. entertaining your successful attempt at ruining his cram sesh probably wasn’t the brightest of ideas right now. but, hell, you never texted him like this—all clingy and cute with ‘i miss yous’ and hearts. he couldn’t resist playing along just to see how far you were willing to take this.

as he was sliding his laptop back into his bag, another notification caught his attention. his eyes zeroed in on your pretty fingers dipping under that pretty lingerie on your pretty skin. as if he needed any more convincing to stop studying and go deal with the uncomfortable feeling in his pants. it should be his hands unveiling every inch of you instead.

suna was quick to lock himself in that empty bathroom on the 4th floor, unzipping his jeans, taking a downward angle to capture just enough of his hard cock. he sent the pic off with a smirk and typed, ‘satisfied?’

a torturous few minutes for suna passed with no response. though, what came next wasn’t a photo or a teasing reply, but a voice message. he was already wearing his usual headphones, as you predicted he would have. with a racing heartbeat and an almost painful erection, he pressed play only to be blessed with your voice, all raspy and desperate, accompanied by faint buzzing and wetness in the background.

suna cursed. oh… what a fucking tease.

he could picture you perfectly in his mind: biting down on your lip, body quivering at every vibration, soaking wet and ruining his sheets. his hand instinctively clutched his cock, stroking it steadily to the sound of your voice. it’s not enough. it never was enough. he needed you like air—needed you bent over, spread open and pleading for more.

another image, this time of your soiled underwear, cum leaking from the inside with another sinful message, ‘bet u wanna come inside instead :)’

suna’s brows furrowed and he couldn’t help but scoff, tightening his hand around his cock, wishing it was your perfect tight pussy instead. his breaths were heavy, stroking himself faster and harder, taking in the sight of you, envisioning all the dirty things he wanted to do to you at the end of this week. he let out a strained groan as he spilled into his hand, coating it with shame.

maybe he should just come over and forfeit the bet just to fuck you into a whimpering mess… composing and cleaning himself, suna quickly typed out a reply, ‘u should text me like that more often. it turns me on.'

‘good x see u tmr :)’

that was the last text you sent that day.

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neither of you had agreed to meet the day after, but that message held the implication that suna didn’t really have any choice in the matter. plus, he always wanted to be with you. you thought this bet would be easier for him if he decided to avoid you for the week but, of course, rin could never help himself when it came to you. there weren’t any complaints on your side. apart from, well, you were starting to get desperate.

in the late afternoon, you move from the spot on your couch to the sound of suna’s melodic knocking at the door. you opened the door to greet him, wearing nothing but loose shorts and a tank top, “you’re late.”

suna couldn’t help the grin that curled on his lips. you were gorgeous to him, as always, his mind racing back to yesterday. “my bad,” he said, taking off his shoes and stepping inside, “miya one dragged me out for drinks with miya two. cus, y’know—they're done with their exams.” suna dropped his gym bag by the sofa, sinking down onto it. “what do you have planned for me today?” he asked casually, voice steady despite the growing lust in his eyes.

you followed after him and just as he sat down, you slid your legs over him, straddling his lap, already wrapping your arms around his neck. “today?” with a grin, you slowly peeled his baseball cap off, running your hands through his hair and gave him a peck on the cheek. “nothing planned but annoying you~.” giving a mischievous smile, you cuddled up to him, pressing your chest against his.

his eyes widened as he let out a soft groan from the sensation. “well,” he sighed with a growing smirk. “for some reason, I don’t feel that annoyed right now.” suna ran his hands up and down your back, feeling himself get harder by the second. “d’you know what you’re doing to me?”

“the same thing I was doing to you yesterday, maybe…?” you whispered, almost sounding unsure except you knew exactly what you were doing, loving every second of rin’s agony. you rolled your hips, circling on his lap like a cat. “why don’t you tell me all about it?”

he let out a chuckle saying, “I was sitting there, trying to focus for once but all I could think about was you. only you,” he continued, fingers pressing into the bare skin of your back, slipping down to grip your hips, “your pretty curves, your soft skin… driving me fucking insane.” rin leaned in closer, nibbling at your ear, whispering softly, “wished you were there with me. make everyone hear just how much of a slut you can be for me.”

the amused sigh that left your lips brushed against his, hot and airy. skin lighting aflame everywhere his hands touched, the scent of his earthy cologne and the slight growl of his frustrated voice was doing something to you. “yeah? what else did you do?” you beckoned him for more, arching your back as his grip grew tighter, letting out a half moan.

“fucked my hand wishing it was your throat and your perfect, tight pussy instead,” he leaned back, taking in your dilated eyes, “and your voice? fuck- I could listen to it all day.”

you let out a breathy chuckle, grinding your hips against his, the tent in his pants rubbing firmly against your clit through your clothes. both of you let out a shared moan, suna clicking his tongue with a smirk of his own, “you’re making this so hard for me, princess.”

that made you laugh again as you leaned in closer. he could almost taste the sweetness of your tongue but he needed to resist—resist kissing those beautiful, wet lips of yours. “am I?” you gazed into his eyes, flicking down to his lips. your hands wandered under his shirt, rolling your hips against him again, body sending signals and begging for him to touch you anywhere and everywhere. “then just give in already, rin.”

a low growl escaped his throat, your own hands searing his skin. it was tempting. here you were, sat on him all pretty and pliant. but he knew better. this was a game after all —one that he intended to win.

“not yet,” he said, voice low and husky, “I’ve lasted this long, haven’t I?” he tilted his head, dodging your lips to plant a chaste kiss on your cheek, swiping a stripe with his tongue just below your jaw.

your brows furrowed, desperation and frustration spiralling at your core. maybe you did underestimate him. at this rate, suna was going to win this bet. you weren’t about to let that happen. depriving rin meant depriving yourself. your underwear was soaked through just feeling his heavy cock throb between your legs. enough was enough.

“hey… wanna amend a rule?” you whispered, ghosting your lips against his, staring into his darkened golden eyes.

his brow raised at that, curious as to what you had in mind but he had a pretty good idea. suna could tell you were slipping. he knew this would happen. if anything, he was waiting for this to happen. “sure,” he mused with a smirk, “don’t keep me waiting.” he leaned in terrifyingly close, your lips a breath away from his.

with a gulp, you feigned having the upper hand, suggesting, “from now on… I’ll let you kiss me.”

suna didn’t miss the blush that glowed on your face at your proposal. he couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. he had been dying to kiss you—to taste those sweet lips and explore your mouth like always. “you’ll let me kiss you?” suna paused, an evil smirk and a familiar, sinister glint in his eyes. you knew he was up to no good. “what if I don’t want to?”

”ugh… shut up,” you whined, bumping foreheads with him as you stared into his squinted eyes and blown out pupils.

with a cocky grin, he raised a hand to cup your cheek and pressed down his thumb on your bottom lip. “patience, princess.”

he started slow, purposely and painfully slow. a peck to the furrow of your brows, then to the corners of your frown. then, he cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in as he finally pressed his lips against yours.

it was soft at first, gentle even—his wet tongue slipped to coat your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. you clutched at his shirt, letting out a muffled moan, feeling a heated flush rise in the pit of your stomach. when was the last time you had kissed rin? it had been so long—he tasted so good, like sin and silver.

it was a slow dance, as if he was exploring the taste of you for the first time.

suna pulled back as you tried leaning into him for more. he let out a chuckle at your mounting desire, his own lips wet and glossy. with furrowed brows and a click of your tongue, the two of you clashed lips, as if the ropes holding both of you back had finally snapped apart.

suna’s tongue was meticulous, sly, and dangerous; so were his hands. they wandered under your shorts and tanktop, groping, twisting, pinching and grasping at your skin all over. it was a mess. you were melting against his lips, not even noticing the hands that had crept under your top, tracing circles around your chest before lightly pinching at pebbled nipples.

you gasped for air and suna pulled back slightly to catch his own breath, “wow,” he whispered, “you’re shaking.”

he captured your lips again as you both resigned yourselves to make out for what felt like hours. you couldn’t get enough of each other yet you were both torturing yourselves with this stupid bet.

“y’sure you don’t wanna just fuck, rin…?” you whined between messy kisses.

“I do,” he said, but even as he spoke, suna found himself slipping his hand under your shorts once again, teasingly rubbing circles around your clit, spreading the wetness firmly at the entrance. “but…”

he slid two fingers inside, watching the satisfaction that made your eyes roll back, kissing you through soft moans of ecstasy. “I’m having so much more fun right now.”

you bit your bottom lip—maybe out of frustration but you were trying to hide the fact that suna’s stupid long fingers curled inside you so perfectly. the lack of sex was getting to you and you were swiftly running out of options to try and win this bet.

you cursed, couldn’t help the way your hips ground against his long, calloused fingers or how your walls fluttered around him, begging to be stretched. “rin… more…” you clutched his face, staring into his dark, blown out eyes. he also couldn’t help the grin at your reaction. he had you right where he wanted—desperate for release.

without another word, suna began fucking his fingers into you—curling them just the way he knew you liked before adding a third finger into the mix. he watched with satisfaction as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

as you cupped his face and begged for more, suna leaned in closer until your lips were barely touching. "you're so fucking desperate," he whispered, "wanna come that bad?" he continued to work his fingers inside of you, thumbing your clit in tight, rhythmic circles, watching as you grew more and more needy.

suna bit down on your bottom lip before sliding his tongue against yours, devouring and swallowing your moans, tasting the desperation as you began to come undone. you moaned against his lips, clamping down on his three fingers, the knot in your core tightening and tightening. he could feel the heat radiating off of your body. you start to see hot, molten white as you call his name…

but suna had other plans. three of his fingers still pressed inside you but his ministrations stopped. with watery, glazed eyes, you look at him as if he had just offended your entire blood line.

he, however, just smiled. “how’s it feel?” suna patted your cheek, voice low and sly. “were you close?” the damned fucking bastard knew the answer to that already. you nodded, biting your bottom lip as you let out an unintended whimper.

“if you wanna come that badly, you gotta tell me, princess,” suna flexed his fingers experimentally, chuckling at the whine that left your lips, ”use your words.”

the breath you let out was shaky at best, walls fluttering in waves around his thick fingers. gritting your teeth, you really didn’t want to give him what he wants, “fuck you.”

rin hummed, raising his brows, “I’d like that a lot actually. but, brats who don’t play nice won’t get what they want.” he pulled away, leaving you feeling completely empty, gripping your hips to push you off, “on your knees.”

he didn’t leave you much of a choice, losing balance off his lap, sitting on the floor between his spread legs. suna tugged at your chin before shoving his moist fingers down your throat, slick with your wetness. you blinked and the next thing you saw was his heavy, large, veiny cock, revealed to you. “if you don’t wanna use your words, you can do something else with your mouth ‘til you change your mind.”

with furrowed brows and dewy eyes, you lapped at his fingers as if that was your answer, eyes hazed in lust. you’d never admit it to him but the way he manhandles you always made you feel something that you could never explain. suna pulled his fingers away, tipping his head expectantly with that same irritatingly hot smirk.

you started with a small lick at his tip, spreading the pre on your tongue before licking a stripe down his entire length. suna let out a deep sigh of pleasure as he met your heated gaze, “you can do more than that.”

he slid his other hand through your locks, massaging your scalp as you wrapped your pretty lips around the head of his cock, hollowing your cheeks and hearing moans—his or yours, you weren’t sure. suna’s fingers buried into your hair and he forced you all the way down his cock. his patience had worn thin.

he loved the feeling of your throat constricting around his cock as you struggled to breathe around it. and he loved the pretty little tears that roll down those rosy cheeks as he fucked your throat hard and deep. the only thing better was, of course, that perfect pussy of yours. but, he had to make do. he had to teach you a lesson on compliance.

suna was cumming down your throat faster than he would on most days, but he didn’t care. he had been pent up this entire week and spilling down your throat would be his saving grace to lasting the last few days without fucking your cunt. he finally released his grip in your hair as he watched his spend drip out your lips as you struggled to swallow.

he tugged at your chin, swiping the remaining back into your mouth. he didn’t miss the tiny moan that left your lips at the way he was treating you. “come here.”

suna gripped your arm as he pulled you up, only to push you back down on the couch. “kiss me,” he commanded. as you tilted your head up, he tugged you closer, deepening the kiss.

you unconsciously spread your legs as he ripped your shorts and underwear off in one smooth motion. he grinded against you and you did the same. your wetness coated his length as he dragged the surface against your entrance. you called his name between his endless kisses, as if a prayer, wanting him to completely ruin you. “fuck—please… wanna cum.”

the rule was no sex but there weren't any rules about making each other cum like this. if anything, it just made you want to bury yourselves into each other tenfold. suna smirked as he kissed you through your pleas. his rough fingers slid down to your clit, giving it a playful and light smack, as if letting out the frustration that he doesn’t get to stretch out and fuck that wet pussy of yours.

“good girl.”

suna felt a surge of satisfaction as swallowed your moans against his lips, feeling your walls clenching around his fingers as you grew closer and closer to orgasm. he drew tight circles around your clit, hammering his fingers through your gummy walls, hitting that spongy sweet spot every single time, tasting the desperation on your tongue. “that’s it,” he whispered, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

he continued to work his fingers inside, curling them just right before adding a fourth finger into the mix. and sure enough, within moments, he felt you squishing down on his four fingers as you came undone with a loud cry. suna grinned as your body trembled, your eyes closed and your lips parted in ecstasy.

as you came down from your high, suna slowly withdrew his fingers - watching as your breathing slowly returned to normal. "feeling better?" he asked with a smirk.

the post-orgasm clarity was hitting you hard, as suna peppered kisses on your cheek, rubbing circles on your hips.

“do you always have to try to get the last word in?” you chided, though the scolding was empty with how breathless you sounded.

“mhm. I’ll have the last word too when I win this bet and get to fuck you properly.” with one last teasing stroke against your clit, suna pulled back slightly to catch his breath. "but for now," he said with a smirk, "let's see how many times I can make you cum before we break any more rules."

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you lost count how many times you came before suna had to physically stop himself before he lost all of his restraint. there were a couple of days left of the bet and you need to do something. and, frankly you were incredibly frustrated—sexually frustrated. you even resorted to attempting to wake up rin the next morning with a blowjob but, unfortunately for you, rin was obviously physically stronger.

“I think we should’ve gone over the health precautions of you not blowing your load inside me at all for the past five days.” you deadpanned while rin had your wrists pinned above your head. “how you holding up, blue balls?” you teased, trying to rile him up first thing in the morning.

suna couldn't help but let out a low growl, feeling his frustration building up inside of him. he had been holding back for days now and he’d be lying if he told himself it wasn’t starting to take its toll on him.

"I'm doing just fine," he said with a smirk, "but I can't say the same thing about you." he leaned in closer until your faces were inches apart. "you're practically begging me to fuck you now," he whispered, "and if we weren't so close to the end of this bet, I would do just that."

suna enjoyed the way you squirmed beneath him. "but we both know that wouldn't be fair," he added with a grin.

you frown at him and groan, trying to shake your hands out of his grasp. “whatever. go study for your exam or whatever.”

chuckling in satisfaction knowing he finally had the upper hand, “you know what would really help me study?” he whispered with a smirk, “if you could give me something to focus on.” his eyes locked onto yours, gaze burning with intensity as he waited for your response.

you paused, biting your lip as your own eyes burned with lust, cheeks warming from the embarrassment. for as much as he’s been depriving you, he’s still been his usual clingy self, making you feel good every day with just his kisses and fingers. you’d be a fool to deny him what he was always offering. and, suna knew he could tame your anger just by satisfying you every now and then.

“just shut up and kiss me…”

suna made you come undone twice that morning before leaving for the library—since god knows he would’ve failed your bet if he stayed. but, thankfully, that just left you able to do some more scheming.

today was the day. you were rummaging through your closet for the outfit that had him whipped last halloween. he was in for a hell of a surprise. 

suna knocked the same melody on your apartment door, waiting for it to open but found it strange there wasn’t a response. he tested the door knob and the door was already open. he stepped in, calling out your name only to be met with silence.

no lights were turned on save a dim, warm light peeking from the bedroom. he was cautious, taking slow steps and pushed his palm on the door, creaking as it opened.

and all he saw was you. sitting legs crossed, all pretty, save nothing but his favourite outfit on you which was easily in the top 5 of his mental list: sheer, fishnet tights, a skin-tight fabric one piece, and matching bunny ears and fluffy tail. he could feel his pants tightening already.

“took you long enough,” you chided with a smirk.

suna let out a whistle as he dropped his bag, slipping his jacket off while he was at it. “guess you finally decided to play dirty.” he walked over, his eyes practically fucking you, taking in every dip and curve. “you look nice,” he added with a grin. he leaned down, sinking his palms on the bed at your sides. “but, y’know. this isn’t gonna change anything,” he whispered, tilting his head to the side, “I’m still gonna win.”

you arched your back as you leaned up to brush your lips against his ever so slightly. with a smile, you clenched your fist on his shirt, dragging him down and flipping your positions, skillfully straddling him. his phone slipped out of his pocket on the way down. suna let out a groan, his eyes roaming the places where your lace fishnets stretched and hugged your thighs.

“you don’t look like a winner right now, rin,” you retorted, fingers running up and down his chest.

“hm… don’t know about that. I kinda feel like a winner.” suna ran his hands up and down your thighs—radiating the heat of your skin. he trapped a finger under the lines of your tights, raising his finger and flicking it back to slap against your thigh. he chuckled, hands wandering the cold fabric up your back. he couldn’t resist any longer, clutching the nape of your neck and pulling you in, tongue ravishing every inch of your mouth as he held you close. he broke away for a moment, whispering into your ear, “I’ll be nice and let you cum a few times since you’ve given my eyes such a nice present.”

you stopped him as he reached in for another kiss, hopping off his lap. “ah, ah. don’t you wanna enjoy the show a little bit more?” you turned around to reveal the little tuft of the tail attached to the outfit, dragging your own hand down the back of your legs, arching your back once more for suna. backing up into his lap, you squirmed into place, turning your head to the side and whispered into his ear, “or are you gonna fuck me like a slut?”

suna let out a slow breath, trying his best to reign in the voice inside him feeding him tempting ideas. you turned your head to the side, licking your lips as you ground back against his crotch. his last exam was tomorrow and you were already relishing in the idea of winning, picturing what you were gonna make him do.

but, suna’s phone vibrated at the wrong moment. both of you looked over, the text appearing in bold letters. suna’s face lit up for all the wrong reasons and yours? your life may as well have just flashed behind your eyes. his last exam got cancelled.

he’s technically won—and with you right in front of him ripe for the taking.

your brain triggered its physiological response for fight or flight. it chose flight. you jumped off the bed fast enough to probably make you light headed but, of course, suna was faster.

with one smooth motion, suna used his ungodly grip to grab onto your wrist, dragging you back on the bed, trapping you beneath him, and pinning your thighs down. “see. told you I’d win,” he said, grinning like a bastard.

panic struck your face as suna used his strength against you, devouring your lips in an instant, ripping those unholy tights from your legs, making you stammer, “h-hey- wait…!” you whined, barely managing to get a word in between his kisses, “this isn’t fair…!”

he laughed at your protest, grip still tight and firm. suna couldn't wait any longer—he needed to feel your skin against his own—hear you call his name. “I don’t recall there being any rules about fairness,” he said with a smirk, “besides… I think you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

fuck winning on a technicality. he needed you like the earth needs the sun and he was sure he’d combust if he didn’t do something about the raging erection under his pants. “now be a good girl and show me how wet you are.”

with that, suna’s lips came crashing down to devour you once more. his hands roamed every inch of you as rough and desperate as your body tingled with each caress. the obvious fact that you were dripping wet and down your thighs was already testament to how desperate you were no matter how much you’d try to deny it. and, lucky for suna, this particular outfit had that crude opening right where he wanted to be, ready for him to completely ravish.

“rin- I said wait…!” but his patience had run out days ago. he said nothing as he exposed his cock, red and veiny, pumping it before slipping the tip around your wet cunt. the moan you let out was diabolical, not really helping your obvious desperation.

“you’re so fucking wet and desperate, princess. think I could fuck you just like this.” he let his cock drop, using his spare hand to fuck two fingers into you. the way you clamped down on him instantly made him scoff. actually, maybe he could watch you squirm in agony for a little while longer.

as if hearing his thoughts, you stuttered out, “n-no… please, rin.” you needed more. you needed him.

suna pumped another finger into your gummy walls, thumbing your clit as he said, “use your words. dunno what you want from me.”

he’s so cruel.

you bite your lip, body humming with frustration. if suna kept going, you knew you could cum like this. but you didn’t want to cum like this. his fingers were insistent, making your core coil and threaten to snap. you caved. “I need you, rin—need you to f-fuck me, please…!”

he ripped his fingers away as he lined up his cock. suna leant down to your ear, nibbling at it, smirking as he says, “do it yourself if you want it so badly.”

without needing to double check, you could feel the tip of his heavy cock at your entrance. as you tried to get it in right, you accidentally rubbed his tip a few times between your folds which must’ve seemed like a tease because the second his tip had slid into your pussy he had gripped your hips and pulled you all the way down onto him.

you cried out in surprise, the stretch vibrating through your body that suna did not give you much time to adjust to. he grabbed your hips and began to forcefully push you up and down the length of his cock. you whined, your body writhing in pleasure as all you could do was keep your back arched as he forced you up and down on his cock like you were made for him.

“shit… still so fuckin’ tight for me,” he cursed through groans, grabbing your leg to swing over his shoulder. the new position had you seeing white, the breath taken straight out of you as the head of his cock pumped that sweet, spongy spot inside you with every single rough thrust.

you came on the spot, walls spasming around suna’s cock with euphoric cries. suna couldn’t help but chuckle and groan through the feeling. and, he wouldn’t be rin if he wasn’t making fun of you for it. “miss me much?” 

suna continued to pound into you relentlessly—each thrust pushing you both past your limits. he could feel his own release building up inside of him—knew that it wouldn't be long before he saw stars of his own. you could barely hear suna’s groans over the ringing in your head but you saw his eyes and the way he looked at you as if you were something to devour. his grip on your leg was tight as he bit into the plump flesh of it, eyes hazed and hungry.

rin was losing it. all he could think about was how good you felt, how tight and disgustingly wet your pussy was. he was so enraptured in everything that was you, letting out a load groan as he was spilled his cum into you without warning, fucking you through it. 

but he didn’t stop there. with each pump of cum that leaked out came another thrust, another mindblowing sensation down both your spines. it was almost too much. actually, no, it was too much—in just the right way. you called his name through your cries, a blubbering, fucked out mess.

only until he was satisfied with fucking his spend into your cunt did he let go of your leg, coming down to clutch your limp, panting body. “y’know,” he whispered. his hands came up to clutch your face, peppering kisses all over, licking up the stray tears on your blushing cheeks. “might have to just keep you like this, little bunny.”

you frown, brows scrunching up despite the fucked out expression on your face. “no…” finding the strength to wrap your legs around his back, pushing back inside your stained cunt just as he was trying to stop. “just- you’ve already-” won. he’s already won. your pride just didn’t let you admit defeat but you sure as well wanted to get fucked into a different state of consciousness (as if he didn’t just do exactly that). “p-please, rin… need more of you…”

suna let out a breathy chuckle at your persistence, lips curling into a satisfied grin knowing he has such an effect on you. “the things you do to me…” he whispered, giving you a chaste, intimate kiss, “if you want to keep going, then we’re doing it my way.” 

with one swift motion, suna flipped you onto your stomach, ass up, your legs dangling off the edge of the bed. “let’s see how much more you can take, princess,” he said with a smirk, lining up once more with a tight grip on her hips, sliding easily in one thrust.

you cried out as he pressed down on your back, making you arc as he pounded away. he gripped the little tuft on your outfit’s tail, yanking your ass up. the palm of his large hand came down hard, leaving a pink print on your skin, fucking you with no remorse, fucking his previous load deeper inside.

he bent over, weaving his fingers into your messy locks and pulled, whispering sinful words into your ear, “could’ve been fucked like the slut you are sooner if you just asked like a good girl instead of acting like a fucking brat.”

you whined in response, unable to say anything else, walls twitching at his vulgar speech. he scoffed, “you like being called a slut that bad?” his palm came down again.

“f-fuck… I-I’m go-gonna-”

“then why don’t you just do it and come like the brainless slut you are?” suna suggested. you were coming hard before you really knew it. your whole body shook and you could have sworn that white flashed as your body fell limp against the bed, legs practically jelly.

suna felt shockwaves and a hot sensation coursed through his veins. after gathering himself, he slowly pulled out, seeing the mixture of yours and his cum leak from your bruised cunt.

he called out to you but you ignored suna, focusing on your breathing. you were so full. he felt so good. your body was still shaking a little, surprised by how rough he had been so suddenly. he called your name again, turning you back onto your stomach to get a good look at you.

you opened your eyes enough so that you could hazily look at suna. he gave you a small smile and observed the fucked-out expression on your face. after checking your condition, he began to press small kisses across it.

“did so well princess,” he assured you lightly. “you okay?”

you nodded distractedly, the exhaustion of the day finally hitting you. suna laughed a little. “come on now, did I actually fuck you that good? you can’t come up with a sentence?”

you averted your eyes and suna didn’t think you could flush any deeper considering what he just did to you. but, you did.

“you always fuck me that good,” you said so quiet he could barely hear. he let out a small laugh and gave a light kiss to your head.

. . .

needless to say, you lost the bet. it felt like the longest week of the year. was it worth it? honestly, you couldn’t say. does rin manage to out-do himself every time both of you try to do something stupid like this stupid bet? yes, yes he does.

the morning after, you were sore out of your mind, waking up late with the sunlight streaming through the blinds on rin’s stupidly pretty face. he was sitting up against the head board, reading a group chat and grinning to himself. you pouted, getting his attention by nudging him under the blanket. “who got you smiling like that, huh?” you said all groggily.

rin looked over and gave you a grin and leaned down to kiss you. “s’just the neuro-sci group chat celebrating ‘bout the cancelled exam. apparently the answer sheet got leaked so our lecturer’s in a hissy fit.”

“yeah, yeah. you’re just happy that cancelled exam made you win the stupid bet.” wait. you did a double take. neuro-sci? “...why are you in the neuro-sci group chat?”

suna looked back at his phone, beginning to scroll through memes to send to osamu and replied nonchalantly, “hm? ‘cus I major in neuroscience.”

your jaw dropped. you’ve known rin for how long now and you never knew he majored in fucking neuro science. suna felt your stare and glanced back to see your shocked expression. “what?”

“you used to be known for sleeping around, getting high, playing volleyball and you weren’t even planning on studying for your exams until I basically forced you and you’re only just telling me that you major in fucking neuroscience?”

suna grinned, “well, you never asked.”

“unbelieveable.”

a/n: on god i'm so sorry this took so long to get out!!!!!! as a result, it ended up being a lot longer than i intended with plenty of smut so i hoped you enjoyed it :'D. once again, thank you very much for your patience. suna does neuroscience based off this post! I thought it was kinda funny and unexpected so I just rolled with it! note to self: finish a fic before releasing it in parts...

my inbox is always open! i'm really picky with requests but, i might get really inspired after reading one! there's still a request i'm writing up (sorry if ur the person that requested it and is still waiting)

my next fic will probably be the sunaosa x reader 3p or teacher assistant!reader x suna. will have to see! (or i write them at the same time ;;;)