#𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓
TRACK TITLE ; Lovely || Fly By Midnight ARTIST ; r.suna x reader DURATION ; 1.6k words [𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓] mentions of alcohol, explicit sex scene, female parts used, angst + angst ending
+ author’s note : i literally don’t know what the fuck i just wrote. i’m so sorry if you read this and didn’t understand either aifukbjasnkfaj i just wanted to write a hot suna fic :’)
[1:04am — Shuffle? Pause? Repeat?] Face flushed and bangs messily covering his lidded eyes, his breath mixed with yours. The bed dipped behind him as he propped himself up with his elbows, your body crawled in between his legs and your arms pressed against his torso. With slightly parted lips he stared at yours. He wanted to close the distance. To claim that mouth that was bold and dared to retort against his proud remarks. To bruise the lips that curled into arches whenever he made jokes and no one else noticed. He desperately wanted to.
But he was drunk and so were you. Although his intoxicated mind edged him on, claiming that everything would be fine, he didn’t move. Or maybe he couldn’t move. The muffled bass and cheers were drowned out by the sound of his beating heart. The way his veins pounded and vibrated against his skin made his head dizzy.
You leaned in; he could feel your warm breath against his cheek. He clenched his jaw and swallowed to clear the growing lump in his throat. A soft peck where you left your lips on his without moving and it felt like time had stopped. He didn’t dare touch you. He didn’t dare move, afraid that if he did, he would ruin the moment that he had dreamed of for so long.
[12:33pm — Shuffle? Pause? Repeat?] Suna sucked his teeth as he watched you laugh. A deep sigh didn’t go unnoticed by a blonde twin who watched Suna gaze at you. With bored eyes, Atsumu stifled a yawn.
“Are ya goin’ to eat that or are ya too full from eatin’ Y/N up?” the blonde gestured towards the untouched onigiri which was met with a glare from the brunette.
“I’m not eatin’ them up,”
“Say that to the hole ya burned in the back of their head,” Suna scowled. He picked up the rice ball and took a bite, staring right at Atsumu, to mock him. “If yer goin’ be like this, why din’t ya tell Y/N ya liked them?”
“I don’t,” Suna replied to which Atsumu scoffed then proceeded to cackle.
“Ya must be on another level of oblivious if ya can’t even notice yer own feelings.”
Suna ignored the teasing words Atsumu threw at him. But to some degree, the blonde was correct. He did have feelings for you.
He blamed it on that night. He clung onto the thought that it wasn’t him who kissed you. You kissed him. You had to like him back, right? Right? So why were you next to him. Why were you giggling and smiling at him? Did the kiss mean nothing to you? Did you mistake him for someone else, kissing him with the passion that was meant for another? Did you even remember that night? If he hadn’t followed you that night, would he still be feeling this way?
He hated how you made him feel. The way your eyes lit up with the sheer mention of your favourite T.V. show made his stomach churn. The way you took the time to teach your friend with a subject that you hardly understood yourself made him stare at you a little longer. The way you nervously fiddled with your fingers made him want to intertwine his fingers with yours and kiss your worries away.
You look so lovely.
[2:56am — Shuffle? Pause? Repeat?] He cradled your body. Your tears stained his shirt, clutching fistfuls of the material. Silent wails echoed throughout his apartment.
“I’m- I’m sorry Suna… I just d-didn’t know where to go,” you uttered through gasps. He pulled you closer, one hand in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist. “He… he doesn’t love me.” Biting the inside of his cheek, Suna listened to you.
“What do I do?” He averted your gaze, unsure of how to answer, “I love him too much.” His eyes narrowed as he slightly winced at your words.
“Suna,” your voice was soft, “kiss me. Make me feel better. Make me feel anything but this.”
He swallowed hard before meeting your gaze, searching your eyes for any signs of opposition.
“Are… are you sure?” He whispered.
“Please,” with his breath hitching, he leaned in and pressed his lips on yours. Your arms wrapping around his neck caught him off guard, lips parting and swallowing your quiet whines. His hand moved up to rest against the back of your head, holding you closer as he pressed his weight onto yours.
He gripped your hair and yanked the back of your head, exposing your neck to his greedy yet cautious eyes. Leaving your mouth and trailing warm kisses along your jaw and down your neck, Suna listened to your mewls and gasps, slowly fueling his growing lust.
He placed his hands on your ass and lifted you up as you tightly wrapped your legs around his waist. With your jaw unhinged and mouth agape, the air made the wet spots on your skin feel cold against your rising body temperature. You explored his body, making sure to give every vein, bump, dip a little bit of attention. His usual stable legs staggered and buckled at the excitement he was feeling from your roaming hands. He dropped you onto his bed, your back pressing against his unmade sheets. Gently reaching up your shirt to grope your breasts, a moan grazed your lips at the sudden contact. He tugged your shirt off and fumbled with your bra. Running his teeth across your mounds, ensuring that both were flushed and covered with his spit, you sighed and whimpered. He ran his hands down your sides and pulled off your pants, ripping off your panties in the process.
He blew onto your sex, which made you shudder and whine. He watched you from in between your thighs as he slowly hovered a finger over your entrance and smirked when you tried to jerk your hips towards him. He dragged his digit, agonizingly slow, collecting your already leaking slick. A frustrated moan from you served as a warning to him. Hey, if he was going to make you feel good, he might as well have some fun. And what’s more fun than making the girl he’s in love with cry and choke while being stuffed with his cock and his cum.
He inserted his finger, slightly curling it to feel your spongy walls. You keened at the touch. Pulling the finger out to watch it glisten, he practically drooled at the sight. Each time he pumped his fingers into you, a moan escaped your cavity, increasing in volume with each pump. A second finger made you grab onto Suna’s wrist. He considered it an invitation to place his thumb over your clit. You jolted and your mouth flew open. He tapped and flicked your clit as the speed of his fingers increased, until he felt your walls clench and squeeze around his fingers.
“‘m close, Su-Suna,” groaning, you closed your eyes and clawed his sheets in an attempt to ground yourself. That was until he pulled his fingers out entirely, making your pussy clench and throb at the loss of contact. Your eyes shot open and you were about to question him until he locked his gaze with yours. He dragged his tongue from his forehand to the tips of his fingers, cleaning the mess you made of his hand. Fuck. The sight alone could have made you cummed. You fought to catch your breath before Suna climbed onto you. Your haze and the heat of your core made it difficult for you to focus on him. You pressed your thighs together, trying to reach your high once again.
“There’s no need for that,” he pried your legs apart by your knees, “I’m going to fuck this little hole ‘til it’s molded for my cock.” The filth that fell from his lips were fueled from the months of pent-up frustration of watching you be taken by another man. “Every time someone tries to get into your pants, just remember how full you feel from my cock.” His hot breath tickled your ear. He placed a kiss on your temple, as he probed your soaking entrance. He hissed when he inserted himself, shutting his eyes at how your walls clenched around his pulsing cock. Strings of curses left his lips as he slowly bottomed out and felt you squirm under him.
He pulled out, only to rut himself back into you, with an audible moan. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and angled himself in a way that made you feel so full, you barely stopped yourself from coming on the spot. Your arms clung onto his arms, leaving nail imprints on his skin. He continued to pound into you, your hips meeting him halfway. Your moans and his groans mixed together into jumbles of incoherent noises of pleasure. His pace fastened, chasing the high that he so desperately wanted to catch. Your breasts bounced at the force of him pounding into you. His lips once again caught yours to silence his groans and listen to his skin slapping against yours.
Your back arched as you felt his hot spurts of cum paint your walls. Your toes curled and your nails raked Suna’s back. You screamed at the pure bliss of finally being able to release and your thighs ached from being bent in the same position. Suna groaned from the overstimulation of your walls and hesitated to pull out.
You looked so lovely. So lovely with your hair tousled and sweat-covered skin. So lovely with your chest heaving and the quiet pants leaving your bruised mouth. Your once pained face was replaced with a relaxed expression, and took in everything, savoring the thought of you in his arms.
[5:29am — Shuffle? Pause? Repeat?] But he knew that when he woke up, you would be gone; picking up whatever affection you gave him and taking them with you. He would be left with only memories of your sole attention on him.
He wished you loved him.
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