┆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - "you were pissed that your boyfriend cheated on you and then had the audacity to ghost you after you confronted him about it. what better way to get that anger out than fucking his best friend"
ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛꜱ:
★ Starring: Suna R. x F! Reader
★ Run Time: 2.3k
★ Genre/Warnings: [Rated R: Adult Film]fingering, dirty talk(?), penetration, cheating(?), cucking, phone sex(?), exhibitionism(?) (characters are aged up)
★ Producer Notes: i dont condone cheating but like if someone told me they fucked their cheating bf's bsf i wouldnt judge also sorry for the osamu slander i was never a big fan of the miya twins bc i was too focused on suna so im sorry if i offend any miya stans </3
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you were pissed. you were beyond pissed actually. yeah, you were sad of course when you found out your boyfriend osamu had been cheating on you with some cheerleader from a neighboring college. but you were furious now that osamu had decided to ghost you after telling him you wanted to talk it out. it was pathetic and you were utterly offended. you were also upset with yourself, having not been able to see any signs that you had been dating scum of the earth.
you know you couldve been the one to take the higher ground. just take his disappearance as the breakup and try to move on with the help of the people in your life that actually cared about you. but you just couldnt. he went low and you wanted to go much much lower.
knock knock knock
standing outside of suna’s townhome, you were growing a little nervous. there was a chance suna would push you away and go inform your cheating now ex-boyfriend. but you’ve seen the way suna looked at you. you weren’t stupid. everytime osamu dragged you to parties or hangouts with his friends suna always looked at you like he was fucking you with his eyes. you stood there, hands shoved in the pockets of your pajama pants as the cold night breeze swept over you.
your body stilled when he opened the door, bare torso on display while a pair of grey shorts hung loosely at his hips. you could smell the faint scent of weed seeping out of his house. his hair was messy in the best way, green eyes narrowed at you slightly. you couldnt deny that he was attractive. but when you were still a loyal and doting girlfriend, no one else seemed as hot as your boyfriend. but things were different now.
“hello?” sunas tone was indifferent, a bit raspy from whenever he was smoking. he craned his neck for just a moment, seeing if osamu was trailing behind somewhere.
“suna i know you want to fuck me,” you blurted out, earning equally wide eyes from the man before you. he choked on his own spit, turning his head as he coughed. your face felt like it was on fire and for a second you regretted ever coming here. “im sorry i-” he was quick to put up a finger, silently telling you to wait as he got himself together. clearing his throat, suna stood up a bit taller with skepticism written all over his face. his eyes once again scanned over the area.
“are you confronting me?” suna had absolutely no clue what was going on. he half expected osamu to jump out of the bushes and knock him up just for not denying it. but he would be a liar if he did. it was true. he did want to fuck you and knew he could do so much better than osamu. but of course he didnt make any moves with the bro-code and all.
“no im not,” you shook your head, sucking in a deep breath to try to calm yourself. “i have a um… proposal,” suna’s eyebrows quirked, the corners of his lips tugging into an intrigued smile. he crossed his arms, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe.
“well,” you grew self conscious now, rocking back on your heels as you stared at the doormat. “osamu cheated on me and is now ghosting me after i asked to talk about it and to be honest im really pissed,” suna had to manually keep his features stoic even though he was feeling a whirlwind of emotions. he was sad for you of course, no one wants to get cheated on. he was mad at osamu for cheating on someone like you. but there was also this sick sense of pride, that you came to him. suna always knew he could be better for you and now you were at his doorway. you took in another deep breath, getting ready to spew out the words before you could take them back. “i want you to call osamu because i think he’ll pick up… and if he does,” you took a hand out of your pocket, nervously running it through your hair. “if he does i’ll let you fuck me,”
the silence seemed to drag on forever. after your word vomit both you and suna had to take a moment to process the words you just said. you looked at sunas ever bland face and had no way of knowing what he was thinking.
“so,” suna started, not able to hide the smug smile on his face. “you want me to fuck you with osamu on the phone?” he watched as you nodded slowly and could feel his dick twitch in his shorts at the thought. he would effectively being ending their friendship if he did that and maybe others. but the thought of being inside you was oh so enticing. “thats a little kinky dont you think,” sunas smile only grew when he saw how flustered you were getting. it was almost hard to believe you came up with that idea.
“will you do it yes or no?” you asked instead of answering his question. because he was right. it did sound a bit kinky and you didnt feel like trying to make sense of it right now. suna did use words to answer, instead pushing off of the doorframe and motioning for you to head in. letting out a shuddery breath, you walked in. your heart was beating like crazy when suna closed the door behind you, turning on a warm lamp before flopping onto the couch. you took off your shoes, awkwardly standing by the doorway.
“so run this little plan of yours by me one more time,” he patted his hand on the cushion next to him, watching you with now hungry eyes. you sat on the edge of the couch, hands in your lap as you laid it all out on him. you wanted suna to call osamu and tell him he was fucking some random girl. you wanted to know if osamu would stay on the line. you wanted to know if he had any remorse for what he had done to you. you told suna you didnt want him to reveal it was you. that you would do the honors when you were ready. suna listened patiently, nodding along as the tent in his shorts grew with each word that left your pretty lips. “well if you want to do this we cant exactly fuck with you on the other side of the couch,”
excitement and anxiousness coursed through your veins when suna motioned for you to come sit on his lap. he wasnt trying to hide the obvious bulge in his shorts now and the size of it made you just a bit nervous. you straddled his lap with a shaky breath, looking down between the two of you as he called osamu. he put the phone on speaker, turning the volume all the way up and tossing it onto the cushion next to him.
his hands found their way to your hips as you both waited for osamu to answer, sliding them up and down your sides.
“hey whats up?”
your breath hitched in your throat when you heard his voice. anger once again rising up over the fact that he was going out of his way to ghost you but picked up the phone for his friend almost instantly.
“not much, got a pretty girl in my lap right now,” sunas tone made your body feel warm all over. he got bolder with his touches, his fingers playing with the hem of your loose fitting shirt. “said she was a freak ‘n wanted me to call you so you could listen,”
the laugh osamu let out was evil. you both could hear shuffling on his end while sunas hands moved further up.
“no shit really?”
you licked your now dry lips as suna slowly pulled your top off, a low whistling leaving his mouth as he eyed your boobs. he was quick to grab at them. one hand groping one boob softly while the other pulled and pinched at your nipple.
“yes really, shes got pretty tits,” he was quick to suck your now hardened nipple in his mouth, hips jerking under you. your breath grew ragged as you fought to stay quiet. you wanted osamu to hear you but you didnt want to be loud enough for him to know it was you just yet. he pulled off of your now wet nipple with a soft ‘pop’, his hands traveling down to grope your ass. “nice ass too,” he mused softly, looking at you with mischievous eyes as he grabbed onto the back of your thighs and gently laid you onto the couch.
you looked up at him with wide eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth as he slipped your pajama bottoms off. something flashed in his eyes when he saw the pretty lace panties you had on. he wanted nothing more than to rip them off of you but he decided against it for now.
“how wet is she,”
“ ‘m about to find out,” your face cringed at osamus words for just a second. because in the next, suna was smiling at you wickedly while he pulled your panties to the side. a low groan left sunas chest as he slid a finger over your already glistening folds. for a second, he forgot all about your plan, looking up at you with wide, lust filled eyes. “holy fuck youre soaked,” you turned your head away, face growing hot with embarrassment. but suna was quick to gently grab your chin, turning your face towards him once again. “keep your eyes on me,” he said softly, licking his lips as he lightly pressed his finger onto your clit.
the sound of shuffling on the other line was what brought suna back to the present and for a moment he felt a bit possessive, suddenly not wanting osamu to listen in anymore like a pervert. but he continued to play along.
“shes fucking beggin’ for it,” he said moreso to osamu as he slowly pushed a finger inside you. a soft hiss left his lips when he felt how tight you were, already clenching around him so well even if it was just one finger. at this point osamu wasn’t responding with words, his heavy breaths the only thing that could be heard. suna shrugged after a moment of waiting for a response, pressing a second finger inside your walls. you whined softly, eyelids fluttering as your hips twitched against him. he continued to work his fingers inside you, thumb rubbing over your clit in soft circles as the sounds of him fucking you with his fingers grew louder.
“oh fuck i can hear her,”
osamus voice was strained, no doubt affected by what he could hear over the phone. he was no doubt referring to the obscene noises coming from your dripping cunt while suna fucked his fingers into you.
soft whines and heavy pants were all you could manage out, afraid of giving it away too soon. your hips bucked up towards sunas hand as he worked you closer to an orgasm. his dick was straining uncomfortably against his shorts and he was growing impatient. “shes about to cum all over my hand,” suna breathed out, it was getting hard for him to pretend he was enjoying transcribing what he was doing to his cheating friend. he didnt even know if he could call osamu a friend anymore. there was silence on the other end and suna’s brows furrowed when he thought he heard osamu moan.
this was becoming harder for you to keep up, thighs trembling as you got closer and closer to release. you swore you were going to chew off your lip with how hard you were biting it. your eyes were screwed shut, hands clamping onto the couch and sunas arm. when he brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing tight circles and pressing into it, it didnt long for you to come undone around him, a strangled moan escaping you as your back arched off of the couch.
“fuck she sounds hot,”
“she is,” that flash of possessiveness punched through suna again as he continued to slowly fuck you through your orgasm. something snapped in suna when he could hear what could be nothing other than osamu jacking off. he hastily pulled his cock out of his shorts, laying your thighs over his. his breath was ragged at he ran his tip over your slit, a groan leaving his chest when he nudged at yout fluttering hole. you whimpered, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth.
suna was growing frustrated with each noise you suppressed, he desperately wanted to hear you. wanted to hear you get fucked on his dick. he grabbed onto your hips roughly, pushing inside you with a shaky moan. fortunately for him, you were also growing tired of forcing yourself to stay quiet. you wrapped your arms around sunas neck, pulling him flush against you. both of you moaned when he bottomed up and finally being able to hear you almost made suna cum right then.
but osamu ruined it, letting out a loud moan through the phone. suna, who had finally had enough, sat up and grabbed his phone.
“i’m fucking your girlfriend,”
“wait wha-”
he hung up, tossing the phone to the side and looking back at you. your eyes were wide as you watched, cunt still clenching around him. suna put his hands on your hips, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, earning a loud cry from you.
“fuck- ‘m glad thats over with,” he began rocking into you slowly, eyes glued onto the sight of his dick disappearing inside you. “now i can hear all your pretty noises,”
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Being Komori’s best friend meant you were unwittingly absorbed into his social circle of high profile athletes and the occasional D-list celebrity. You’ve met all of them at least briefly, being more acquainted with the teammates he plays regularly with on EJP than the National Olympic team. That includes a certain brown-haired, green-eyed Suna Rintarou who, out of all the athletes and pseudo-celebrities you’ve met, is the one person you absolutely can’t get a read on. He’s always so relaxed, so non-committal, and sarcastic in almost every answer. His tone is flat, his words blunt, and his posture looks like he could barely be bothered to expend the energy to keep himself standing. Yet, there’s a strange intensity that comes along with him; you notice it in the way that his eyes track your movements in group conversations, the way he holds your gaze when you meet his own, a thin eyebrow raising when you can’t seem to get any words out. It’s the way, despite his blasé, he’s always listening, always paying attention. You’re used to rambling to mostly deaf ears, having to remind Komori again and again of the same things you’ve said before, turning every gossip session about your coworkers into a four hour conversation as you rehash every previous important detail and reintroduce all the important names. But with Suna, he always remembers, even when he’s only on the periphery of a group conversation, scrolling through his phone and sipping on whatever blasphemous sugar-free soda he has to drink to maintain his diet.
You’re rambling on to Komori, yet again, about the male coworker who’s at least 20 years your senior and how he keeps trying to subtly propose being “more than professional” with you at work after crashing Komori’s lunch break at practice. You’d driven to the stadium specifically to avoid your coworker, having figured out that if you say you’re unavailable for lunch with him, you need to actually leave the building to avoid an interrogation in the breakroom the next morning. Komori is concerned, obviously, hands paused over where he had been opening his lunch pack to look at you with a sad little pout on his face, eyebrows scrunched together.
“Aren’t you gonna report him to HR? He’s been doing this for like a month now, right?” He questions, voice weedling the tiniest bit higher the way it always does when he’s upset. You roll your eyes, appreciating the concern yet affronted at the thought of your god forsaken HR rep, and sigh, not wanting launch into a monologue about report procedure and seniority culture at the company. You try to find some way to wrap up the story and shift to something more distracting and less aggravating, deciding just to say you’ve already reported him and leave it at that.
“She reported him already when he first started doing it, but her HR guy said they need definitive proof or some other stupid shit.”
You cut yourself off from your half-formed sentence, twisting to look behind you at Suna, who you hadn’t even noticed come within earshot. He’s changing his shoes before the last half of practice, previous pair in his hand while his other rummages through his frayed duffle bag. He looks at you briefly, eyes catching yours as he grabs his other shoes by the laces, watching you out of the corner of his eye yet not turning to face you.
“You should give me that weirdo’s instagram,” Suna continues, sitting down on a diagonal from you and Komori, close enough to talk and listen, but not so close as to sit directly next to either of you. “I know a guy who can get him signed up to a bunch of spam websites so he’ll stop commenting on all your photos.”
You roll your eyes again, this time at the idea of Suna’s friend, who most certainly is too much of an idiot to do anything of the sort, being able to solve your problem. Seeking a conspiratorial glance with your best friend, you turn back to Komori, leveling him with the look you always give when you want to talk about something with him later. But he’s already looking at you, face twisted into a soft smirk, eyebrows raised the slightest bit, and when you make eye contact, he tilts his head. You know what that look means; it’s the same one he always gave you when your middle school crush would come over to your desk to ask for the homework answers. He’s teasing you, the same way he does anytime Suna happens to weasel his way into a conversation. Komori’s smirk deepens when you deliver a hard smack to his shoulder, pointing a finger in his face like he’s a dog chewing a table leg.
“Stop it!” You scold him, moving to grab his uniform collar for an added threat, “Why do you always do that? You’re so fucking annoying!”
Komori does nothing but laugh, clearly unphased by the threats you hurl at him about beating his ass when he gets out of practice. He pushes your hands off his shirt, purposefully giving you a shove that’s a bit harder than necessary. You fall back slightly, planning to brace yourself with your hands so you can launch yourself onto your feet and really begin to fight with him before the coach walks back into the room. But before your hands can find the smooth floor of the volleyball court, your back hits something solid. You freeze, briefly, rant pausing at the unexpected feeling before you realize Komori pushed you directly into Suna. You hear said man exhale through his nose above you, the way he always does when he’s amused and about to start making fun of you, so you turn to him instead.
Your back is pressed against the side of his leg, and he’s sitting on the first step of the bleachers instead of the floor like you, so you have to crane your neck back to get a good look at him. You’re ready to threaten to beat his ass too, twisting your body so you can fully face him, yet when you turn, you’re once again caught off guard by the intensity of his eye contact. His shoes are still in his lap, fingers untying and pulling at the laces so he can adjust them before pulling them on. But his face is turned towards you, eyes locked onto yours. He’s always so intense like this, blinking slowly occasionally but otherwise providing you no reprieve from the way he looks at you. You feel like a spotlight’s been shone onto you whenever he directs his focus like this; you blame it on the way that he holds his gaze so still, so steady. His eyes don’t flicker at all, don’t move to look at the streak of marker you know is on your cheek from when you stuffed your face into your hand after your meeting this morning. He never speaks first when he’s like this either, just looks at you until you can figure out something to say. It makes you feel hot, like you’ve been standing in line outside too long and the sun’s heat has seeped into all your clothes and your skin.
Suna raises his eyebrows at you and tilts his head, another slow blink before his eyes are back on you again. He hums a short, soft sound, one you don’t think Komori can even hear, and you realize that you’ve been doing nothing but stare at him for way too long, body turned halfway to face him and mouth slightly open in preparation for the verbal lashing you were about to give him. You snap your mouth shut and turn around to face him fully, pulling yourself up on your knees and gritting your teeth at the way your ears, face, and neck begin to tingle in embarrassment. His gaze follows you, never breaking as you lean slightly closer in an attempt to be threatening. You point a finger at him as well, jabbing it into his chest in the hopes it’ll take his attention away from your face. It doesn’t.
“And what the fuck is your problem? How did you even remember that?” Your voice is much weaker than you’d anticipated it coming out, and you feel the muscles in your body lock up as Suna’s mouth flattens in reaction. He’s trying to not smile at you, trying to keep his expression neutral even though he clearly thinks it’s funny to antagonize you.
“That’s not a very nice way to talk your friend,” is his only response, mouth twitching as he bites back what you know is a stupid smirk. You feel heat rush through you again, this time coming in a wave that washes down your body from the crown of your head. You push a short breath out through your nose, and you can feel your face crinkling up in annoyance despite yourself. Suna finally lets the smirk break across his face at your reaction, keeping that infuriating eye contact, like he’s egging you on to respond.
But you don’t know what to say. It’s always like this with him; it’s like the words come so easily out of his mouth but never out of yours. You know he likes riling you up, pissing you off, probably specifically because every time he does you wind up like this. Looking increasingly stupid in front of him because you can’t think of any rebuttal, not even anything immature or catty. He waits for you to respond, blinking softly at you in the meantime, fingers still pulling at his laces. When all you can do is stutter something that sounds like the beginning of a sentence that’s stuck in your throat, he seems to take pity on you.
“I remember because you told me about it a while ago when we were out at the park for food,” he pauses briefly, seemingly done with adjusting his laces as he begins to tie them in his lap once again, eyes still locked on you, “Komori was getting you that weird ass ice cream you always eat from the convenience store, and you were telling me how much of a dumbass schmuck your HR rep is.”
You swallow, suddenly remembering with too much clarity the exact conversation he’s referencing.
You’d been fresh off work, running late to dinner with Komori and his friends since aforementioned schmuck had pulled you aside for an impromptu meeting five minutes before you were due to clock out. The meeting was unimportant, notably unenthusiastic on your HR rep’s side, as though he would’ve found picking at grout in the bathroom more interesting. You’d left fuming, aggravated at the fact that he seemed to care so little about you, that he seemed so comfortable not only disrespecting your feelings and clearly thought you were being a dramatic child over the whole thing. Then there was also the fact that he clearly didn’t value your time, keeping you half an hour past the end of your shift to do nothing but aimlessly click around on his computer monitor and sigh whenever you mentioned anything about your sleazy coworker.
When you’d arrived at the park, Komori was already inside the convenience store, having decided just to buy what he knew you’d like to avoid any more waiting. This left you with no one to talk to but Suna while you waited for your best friend to come back, and you were embarrassed at how clearly upset you’d been. You’d thrown your bag, and yourself, down at the root of a tree, practically slamming your forehead into your knees with your eyes clamped shut so you could try to calm down, not wanting to ruin everyone’s night by being so angry you were practically radioactive. Suna had been lying down, slouched against that same tree, and you don’t know why you’d chosen to sit next to him instead of by yourself, but you had.
It was a couple of minutes before he had spoken to you, though you could feel those same eyes watching you as you tried to calm yourself by taking deep, stuttering breaths.
“You look like you’re gonna kill someone,” he’d eventually said, tone dry, “Should I move?”
“No,” was all you’d said in response, voice catching over the word in anger. You’d cleared your throat and said nothing after, drawing your arms around your head as your breathing began to calm. You don’t know how long you stayed like that, digging your nails into your work slacks and trying not to cry, but eventually you were able to calm down enough to pull you head up and prop your chin onto your knees. Komori was still somehow inside the store; you could see him very clearly picking up and reading the ingredients list for every bag of chips in the snack aisle.
“What happened?”
You’d jumped at Suna’s voice, expecting him to have wandered off to spend time with his highschool friends and teammates instead of watching you nearly have a mental breakdown. Instinctively, you’d turned in his direction, coughing slightly after choking on your own spit in surprise. He’d pulled himself up from where he’d previously been lying down, arms stretched behind his head. He was closer to you than before, leaning in slightly while he stared at you. For a long moment, you’d done nothing but stare at him back, emotions bubbling in your stomach. Frankly, you didn’t know if you could trust Suna enough to tell him; you’d only ever discussed casual things before, yelling at him whenever he purposefully lost in Mario Kart when you were on the same team or teasing him about whatever new ad campaign his PR manager made him do. You didn’t know if he’d be on your side, chest twisting uncomfortably at the thought, and if you had another condescending conversation about how you were concerned over nothing, you really were going to burst into tears.
“Some creepy asshole at work won’t leave me alone, and everyone is telling me I’m being overdramatic.”
You’d been too frazzled to come up with a plausible lie or redirect the conversation, so you’d ended up blurting it out despite your reservations. Embarrassed that he had been sitting there watching you, you’d turned away, resting your cheek on your knees and forcing yourself to focus on the two ducks you could see skimming across the top of the nearby pond. You’d clenched your jaw tight, nails picking harshly at the top of your work shoes, staving off the wave of hot tears you felt pressing against the back of your eyes. Anxiety poured back into you at the thought of what his response would be, and despite the fact that Suna was annoying, you did genuinely like being around him. You didn’t want your feelings for him to be soured by what he was going to say; you didn’t want that stupid asshole from work to start messing up your personal life as well. So you decided just to cut Suna off before he could say anything, move to a different topic and avoid the risk of losing a friend altogether.
“Anyways, it doesn’t really matter. I was just pissed off, but it’s fine now,” you cleared your throat uncomfortably, trying to get rid of the tightness in your voice, “Everyone’s got an asshole at work. Not anything special.”
It was silent for a couple of moments before Suna responded, your eyes still tracking the ducks as they skated around each other.
“Why wouldn’t that matter?”
Your breath caught at his answer, eyes pulling away from the pond as you turned to face him in surprise. He was looking at you the way he always did, eyes trained on yours, following the way you moved to lean back against the tree. Why hadn’t he taken the bait to change the topic? Did he really care that much about some random personal anecdote? You searched his face, trying to determine if this was just the beginning of one of his wind ups, if he was subtly trying to antagonize you in some way. But there was no slight tilt to his head, no flattening of a budding smile, no twitch of his eyebrow as he suppressed a smug look. He looked calm, normal. Although his eyes were slightly narrowed and his eyebrows softly drawn together in a way you’d never seen before. You couldn’t piece together what he could possibly be thinking. He looked minutely upset for some reason, although he had no reason to be, furthering your confusion. You could feel yourself begin to prickle with defensiveness, hackles rising and body tensing at his unfamiliar expression. You’d been down this road before, albeit not with Suna. You’d said too much to the wrong people under the false impression that they didn’t care enough to remember whatever it was you’d been venting about, only to have it unceremoniously thrown in your face months later.
“What are you, my therapist?” you’d spit out, cringing at how aggressive and obviously self-conscious you were acting. The embarrassment began to fizzle more prominently under your skin, fingers tightening back into your work slacks. Why were you letting him see you get all worked up? You cleared your throat yet again, breaking the overwhelming eye contact to look down at your flaking manicure and decided to start picking the rest of it off instead of acknowledge how weird you were acting.
Another small bout of silence stretched between the two of you before Suna reacted, and you could feel his eyes tracing your side profile, like he was trying to analyze you in some way. Then he moved closer, sidling himself next to you before leaning back against the trunk of the tree. This was the closest he’d ever been to you, the proximity flustering you further. He didn’t touch you, but you could feel the way he shifted, could feel the warmth of him bleed into your side. He looked away from you then, thank god, presumably watching Komori take an exorbitant amount of time picking out instant ramen and ice cream. He smelled good, you realized, a soft breeze blowing whatever cologne he was wearing in your direction. You balked at the unwelcome thought, huffing at yourself and digging with more vigor into your hangnails.
“If I was your therapist, you’d have other problems to worry about,” he said, breaking the anticipatory silence. You’d turned to look at him slowly, incredulously, fingers pausing in your lap.
“What?”
Suna shrugged at the question, eyes steering back to your face. His tone was as casual as ever, but his expression still held that unfamiliar scrunch between his eyebrows.
“You’d have other problems,” he flatly elaborated, “like suing me for malpractice.”
You’d clicked your tongue at that, rolling your eyes and slouching dramatically back against the tree. You felt the tension between the two of your break somehow, the conversation slipping back into something more familiar, despite not shuttering the topic of your aforementioned coworker completely. You gave him a look, one he was well acquainted with, showing you thought his response ridiculous, and that subtle twitch of his mouth finally made its appearance.
“Please, you would never pass the licensure exam to become a therapist in the first place, Suna,” you’d wrung out, purposefully making your voice flat in imitation of his own.
He’d huffed a laugh at that, eyebrow raising scantly at you like he disagreed.
“Yeah? And how would you know that?”
He was definitely egging you on now, although you didn’t really mind, glad for the distraction from your woes and always ready to give him a piece of your mind. You’d made your expression purposefully exaggerated in your response, choosing to give him a long up-and-down look before meeting his gaze again with raised eyebrows, as if to say “Just look at you; is there really a need for an explanation?” He clearly understood what you meant, giving an actual laugh now before kissing his teeth with his tongue. You looked away when you caught yourself paying too much attention to the way he pushed against the inside of his cheek with it.
“Maybe I’d use my powers as a terrible therapist for good,” he leaned in, widening his eyes slightly to exaggerate his false defensiveness, “You ever consider that?” Suna hummed at you, clearly satisfied at the way your nose scrunched in annoyance.
“And how the hell would you do that?” You leaned in as well, determined not to be outdone by someone as annoying as him.
“Maybe I’d therapise your creepy coworker and psychologically damage him.”
“I’m surprised you know the word ‘psychologically.’ Seems a bit too complicated for your vocabulary.”
Suna gave you a real smile, a full smile in response; he always did when you gave him a good run for his money like that, landing a solid insult instead of getting distracted by his like you usually did. His smile distracted you, ears simmering with a strange warmth that was different from the anger and embarrassment you’d been feeling for the past hour. You’d looked away to try and get rid of it, assessing the damage you’d done to your manicure.
“You should give me that loser’s instagram account,” Suna asserted, leaning slightly into you as he pretended to look at your manicure as well, meeting your eyes when you looked back up at him.
“Why? Are you that desperate to get laid?” You taunted, lacing your voice with a gross amount of pity, pouting dramatically at him like he was a stray dog at a shelter.
Uncharacteristically, Suna broke eye contact, eyes flitting briefly down your face like he was looking at something on your chin. Had you smeared your lip gloss earlier when you were crying on the train? A spike of insecurity washed over you. You probably did look like a total mess given how you’d been pulling at your hair and clothes for the last hour. Before you could pull away and make an excuse to go to the bathroom and fix what you could about your frazzled appearance, his eyes were back on yours, more intense than they had been before.
“No,” he drawled, mouth curling up in a way that indicated he was about to be insufferable, “I have no problem in that regard.”
You rolled your eyes so hard you felt them temporarily detach from your skull, thunking your head back into the tree with a groan that was probably a bit too loud for a public park. You could feel the conceit radiating off of Suna as he laughed at you. Before you could respond with another insult, however, he cut back in, watching your facial expression intently.
“I just want to see what kind of lame shit he posts on there. He probably has a profile picture of him holding up a fish or some stupid shit,” Suna prodded the inside of his cheek with his tongue again, this time in satisfaction as he watched you gasp at the fact that he had guessed correctly. He continued on, “Seems like the type to comment the fire emoji under pics of girls half his age too.”
And that, seemingly, was all it took for you to launch into a tirade that lasted through Komori (finally) returning with presumably every single snack in the convenience store until Suna had dropped you back off at your apartment, having somehow wrangled you into letting him give you a ride home instead of taking the subway. You’d detailed, with appropriate venom, every single annoying and creepy thing that stupid man had done since he got transferred to your department six months ago, of course, not leaving out how incompetent everyone else, including your HR department, was in dealing with the issue.
Jogging yourself out of the embarrassing memory, and the even more embarrassing realization that Suna had once again actually listened to seemingly every word you said that day, you found him still blinking smugly at you, obviously finding it amusing to watch you replay that evening in your head. Apparently, you’d been lost in thought for so long that Suna had already finished putting both of his shoes on, hands resting empty in his lap as he watched you expectantly for your reaction. When you realized you’d, once again, been doin nothing but stare at him while Komori giggled incessantly behind you, you became exceedingly flustered, body warming all the way down to your toes.
“Listen, I-“ you fumbled through your sentence, unsure of exactly what you could say to wipe that annoying look off of Suna’s face. To your dismay, the damned man leaned in further, the corners of his mouth tweaking further up as he watched you stutter.
“Yeah?” He asked, tone insultingly sweet as he cut you off from your next attempt to speak. You ground your teeth together so hard you knew Suna could hear the squeak of your jaw, hands fisting themselves in his uniform, one just under the collar where you’d been assaulting him with your pointed finger, the other tangling in his shorts, grabbing at the fabric right above his pocket at the side of his hip. That finally seemed to shut him up, a small hitched breath went through him as you watched his facial expression open slightly, showing a rare glimpse of genuine surprise that you reveled in. Pride blossomed in your chest at finally being able to get the upper hand.
“Yeah?” You repeated back to him mockingly, tilting your head to the side and tutting softly. His eyes were sharper than usual as they tracked the movement, shock widening on his features even as he began to smile through it. A rush of adrenaline spiked through at the prospect of having Suna so caught off guard before you, and you clambered to seize the moment before he could grab the momentum of the conversation back from you.
“Maybe you remember me whining about my HR rep because you’re just sooooo obsessed with me, hmm?” You draw out the vowels in your sentence to aggravate him, knowing he hates when people talk like that. You feel a sense of victory flash through your gut when he raises his eyebrows at you in further surprise, mouth opening into a softer smile than his usual mocking grin. Komori gasps suddenly behind you, abruptly ending his giggling before he bursts out into the same type of full blown laughter that he has when he’s drunk on your floor at 2am. The satisfaction you feel ballooning in your chest quickly begins to wither when you watch Suna’s face shift back into the kind of expression that you know preludes a response that’s about to leave you blustering. You open your mouth to cut him off again, sucking in a fast breath to beat him to the punch, and finally win a conversation, mind reeling about what you should say next.
And then he moves. One of his hands slides down the bleachers until it’s firmly behind you, the other reaching down to grab your abandoned lunchbox on the floor next to you. His face is suddenly startlingly close, your hands reflexively tightening in his uniform at the lack of distance. Suna tilts his head as his arms block you in, mimicking your earlier movement. You find yourself choking off your sentence, a whimpery sound being the only thing that doesn’t get caught in your throat. That satisfies Suna, apparently, because the sound makes him lean even closer, eyes sharpening in a way that makes you feel like you’re pinned to a board. You usually push him away from you when he teases like this, one hand on his face and the other on his shoulder, throwing all your strength into it because he’s frustratingly heavy from all that damned working out.
But for some reason you feel frozen, heart slowly climbing its way up your throat to pound in the back of your mouth while he looks at you. Komori’s gone silent again behind the two of you, although not without a pronounced gasp. Suna teases you like this often, creeping himself into your personal space just to watch you push him back out, but it’s never been this intense before. Usually, he’ll lean in a little too far when talking or suddenly decide to slough all his weight onto you while sitting down at your side, but he’s never been this close; he’s never caged you in with his arms like this either, like he wants you to stay instead of waiting for you to complain and kick him off you. And his eyes are heavy as they look at you, like he’s daring you to do something, although you can’t guess what.
He smirks at you again, the expression slow as it is slides across his face, and you feel your stomach coil in anticipation. He says nothing for a few seconds more, dragging the time on like the wants to make the point that you had plenty of time to make a rebuttal but didn’t. Then he hums softly again, but this time it feels lower, less casual and more like he’s trying to tell you something. He pulls your lunchbox up from the floor beside you, movement slow and deliberate while he stares at you, unblinking this time, and right before he pushes it into your chest, he opens his mouth, voice thicker than you’ve ever heard it.
boyfriend!suna, who has a whole playlist dedicated to you—which he listens to everyday—and constantly adds songs that remind you of him.
boyfriend!suna, who posts you once in a while—infact, he posts you so rarely that it leads to suspicion about whether or not the two of you had broken up—and, when he does post you, it's 'barely anything'. probably only your shadows, the side of your face, or your hair caught in the lens of his camera.
boyfriend!suna, who will constantly gossip with you about the miya twins, "oh my god! osamu threw a chair at atsumu!" you'll gasp, and suna will dryly respond with, "got a video."
boyfriend!suna, who will stare at you during lunch creepily, and when you ask why he'd say, "you've got sum' stuff on your face." and you'd be confused, asking, "can you wipe it off?" and he'd just say, "nah, why would i wanna wipe your beauty off."
boyfriend!suna, who will say the corniest pick-up lines, and then shut down and really flustered when you flirt back.
boyfriend!suna, who makes you the profile picture in every platform you have. hell, even when he was dared to make a tinder account, he made YOU his profile picture. 😭😭😭
boyfriend!suna, who has a whole album of photos of you laughing, sleeping, eating, or even studying.
boyfriend!suna, who'll whisper nasty things in your ear—when your out at the grocery store or train station—to see you get flustered and squirmy, confusing the people close by.
boyfriend!suna, who'll poke your cheek and nuzzle his head in your chest or neck when your mad because he loves your 'angry' face.
boyfriend!suna, who only—and i mean ONLY—shares his phone password with you. and oh boy, oh boy, when the miya twins pester you for it? he'll send the weirdest videos of them to shut them up.
i might do i part two cuse i luv suna sm it hurts to look at him, like why is he not real 😭😭😭
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suna rintarou will be me valentine and my gift will be a teddy bear 🧸
honestly i see him as a best friend/ secret crush. so imagine how i would overthink and break when i receive the teddy bear from him.
Valentine’s Day was a nightmare disguised in pink and red.
You sat at your desk, hunched over a textbook, pretending to study as your classmates exchanged chocolates, notes, and giggles. Every year was the same- you watched, half-amused, half-annoyed, as couples solidified their already obvious feelings for each other, while you remained firmly in the “just a friend” category. It had never bothered you before.
Until Suna Rintaro casually handed you a teddy bear that morning, effectively short-circuiting your brain.
It wasn’t fancy- just a simple brown bear with a tiny heart stitched to its chest, but it was from him. Your best friend. The same best friend you’d harbored a not-so-small, not-so-innocent crush on for years.
He had handed it to you like it was nothing. No teasing smirk, no grand gestures, just a lazy, “Here. Happy Valentine’s,” before shoving his hands back into his pockets and walking off, leaving you clutching the bear like it was a live grenade.
Your heart had been pounding so loudly you barely heard the rest of what he said.
Now, hours later, the bear sat on your desk, staring at you as if it held all the answers you were desperately trying to find. What did it mean? Was it just a friendly gesture? Was it a joke? Did he give one to anyone else? Should you have thanked him more enthusiastically? Should you have asked?
Your mind had spiraled so violently out of control that by the time night fell, you were completely drained. Every possible scenario had played out in your head: Suna was mocking you. Suna was pitying you. Suna liked you but didn’t know how to say it.
By morning, you had nothing left to give. The exhaustion had settled deep in your bones, leaving you sluggish and indifferent. You couldn’t afford to keep breaking your brain over this. Whatever it was, you’d convinced yourself it wasn’t worth the mental breakdown.
But Suna wasn’t about to let it go.
“Did you like the gift?” he asked lazily, slumping into the seat beside you. His tone was light, but there was something expectant in his gaze as he tapped his fingers against the desk.
You blinked at him, completely worn out. “Sure. Yeah.”
His expression flattened. “That’s it?”
Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Suna sighed, tipping his head back against his chair. “Gosh, you really are dense.” He ran a hand through his hair before fixing you with a look that sent another wave of confusion through your already fried brain. “Don’t make me say it.”
Your throat tightened. “Say what?”
“That’s what the bear was for.”
Your heart nearly stopped. Your body went still, fingers frozen against the desk as the words settled heavily between you.
You just stared at him, trying to process, trying to put two and two together but failing miserably because your brain had completely crashed. Your mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out.
Suna, however, was completely unfazed. He studied your face, waiting for a reaction, but before you could even think of one, the teacher walked in, calling the class to order.
“Talk after school,” Suna murmured under his breath, standing up and making his way to his seat across the room, leaving you sitting there- stunned, speechless, and utterly incapable of functioning.
The rest of the class was a blur. You heard nothing, saw nothing, could barely breathe. Suna had essentially just confessed, and you had given him nothing in return. No reaction, no words, just complete silence like an idiot.
By the time the final bell rang, you still weren’t sure how you managed to move your feet, but somehow you found yourself outside, standing near the gates, heart slamming against your ribs.
And then there he was. Hands in his pockets, expression unreadable as he stopped in front of you.
“So,” he said, tilting his head slightly, eyes flickering over your face. “Are you gonna keep looking at me like I just dropped a bomb on you, or are you gonna say something?”
You opened your mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “You- you really-?”
Suna exhaled, shaking his head with a small smirk. “Yes, dumbass. I like you.”
Your breath hitched. The words, so simple yet so impossible, sent another wave of disbelief through you. “But-”
“No buts,” he interrupted. “I’ve liked you for a while. I just figured, I don’t know, a Valentine’s Day teddy bear would be a good enough hint, but apparently, I forgot who I was dealing with.”
You swallowed hard, hands gripping the straps of your bag. “I- I don’t know what to say.”
He studied you for a moment, then sighed, stepping closer. “Look, if you don’t feel the same, just say so. But if you do…” His voice softened. “You don’t have to overthink it. It’s just me.”
That- that was the problem. It was him. It had always been him.
You took a shaky breath, looking up at him, really looking, and suddenly, the weight of all your endless thoughts, all your unnecessary anxiety, melted away. Because there he was, standing in front of you, waiting, patient and certain in a way you had never been.
And finally, finally, you let yourself believe it.
“I do,” you admitted softly. “I like you.”
A slow grin spread across Suna’s face. “Good.”
And then, in a move so casual it nearly undid you, he reached out, ruffled your hair like he always did- but this time, his fingers lingered, threading through the strands before settling at the back of your head. “Took you long enough.”
You let out a breathless laugh, heart still hammering, still catching up, but warm, undeniably warm.
Maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.
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a/n i LOVE YOUUUU this request was so cute i love suna sm
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[ THIRTEEN ] it hurts to be something, it’s worse to be nothing with you. i’ve done the math, there’s no solution. we’ll never last – why can’t i let go of this?
“Rin,” you stopped his hands from going any further, your fingers closed around his. He paid you no mind as he merely flicks your hands away. The top three buttons of your blouse have already been popped open, the white lace of your bra visible to his eyes. They visibly darkened with lust. Grasping his hand again, you held him tighter this time around, preventing him from exposing you to him. “Rin, please. Stop.”
Rintaro finally stopped. His fingers froze in the air, his thumb caressing the button like he’s fighting back an itch to completely rip your blouse apart. Maybe on another day, you would’ve found his hunger to be flattering. But not here, not in the middle of nowhere, and definitely not when he smelled like smoke. Not when he smelled like all the horrible things he’d gotten from her.
Cocking his brow, he leant back at the hood of his car. He stared up at you, his pretty eyes narrowed into slits.
“What? You don’t want me to touch you?”
You vehemently shook your head no. You awaited it – some sort of angry response from him. It wasn’t often you rejected his advances, but it was written crystal clear on your face: he made you uncomfortable. He found it sickening, how you looked at him like he was some vermin.
“Fine,” he spat out, rounding the vehicle as he opens his door. “Get in the car.”
“But… I can’t just leave–”
“I’ll have someone take care of it. Get. In. The. Car.”
You glance back at your car. Kuroo’s cellphone was still inside, along with your gun engraved with your family crest. If anyone were to peek inside, it wouldn’t be far to assume that you were out to kill someone. Not to mention, it was your private vehicle, not the Palace’s issued ones. Quickly, you raise a finger to Rintaro and ask him to wait, running back to your car before slipping the phone inside your pockets. In less than a minute, you’d opened the passenger’s seat and buckled the seatbelt.
The silence was painful.
There’s nothing but the smooth hum of the car’s engine, the rhythmic tapping of Rintaro’s hand against the wheel. He didn’t bother turning the radio on, and you were too lost staring at the trees whizzing by to strike up a conversation. There were too many things to ask, too many answers that demanded your attention, and so little time for it all. You wanted him to break the silence first, until sleep beat you to it. With the clock reading half an hour past four, you found yourself nodding off, shaken awake by the constant road bumps ahead.
Six am.
You straightened your back. The scenery had shifted from the dense forestry. Beside you, Rintaro looked half-awake, cracking his neck from side to side.
You watched as the gentle fingers of dawn painted the sky in hues of rose and gold. With the car travelling along the coastal road, you glanced sideways, captivated by the mesmerizing vista unfolding before your eyes. You’d seen the sea before, but never at this time – never when the sun was beginning to stretch its arms as if to embrace it. The sea, that of liquid sapphire, shimmered under the first light of day, each tiny, soft wave crested with a translucent luminescence – something both haunting and mysterious that made it hard to look away. It was deep and bewitching, like it would whisper to you the secrets of the deep if you looked close enough.
Rolling the windows down, you gazed at the horizon – right where the ocean kissed the sky, and birthed with it the symphony of color. Pastels of pink and lavender blended into a cerulean blue. The sun, a radiant gem emerging from its slumber, cast a golden path across the water and shimmered across the ripples, inviting the soul to wander its glittering trail. You felt the need to reach out to it – to skirt your fingers across the horizon, wondering if somehow the sea could drown you in its beauty and your pain could be forgotten.
As the car cruised along, your eyes remained transfixed on the sea. Drawn to its endless, vast rhythmic dance of a push and pull. The waves rolled in a timeless cadence, their gentle roar a comforting lullaby. Each surge and retreat of the water mirrored your own steady breaths – in and out – a silent meditation that made you feel as if everything was almost okay.
Through the open window, the scent of salt and the crispness of morning air filtered through. It filled the car with the essence of the sea, masking the scent of Rintaro’s stumped cigarette. For a moment, you were filled with a profound sense of peace. A moment of stillness amid the journey. The sea, with its infinite expanse and eternal ebb, seemed to hold all the answers. It wasn’t like Itachiyama whose beauty brought calmness to your soul and silenced all your fears. It was entirely a beauty of itself, one that haunted you and prodded at your bones, picking your soul apart and gently sewing back them together.
Like an unstoppable force, like watching a car crash into another – it was hard to take your eyes off of it.
“Where are you taking me?” you broke the silence after a while, choosing to keep the windows rolled down. Beside you, Rintaro spared you a quick glance before turning his eyes back to the road.
“You’ll find out when we get there.”
Nodding, you propped your chin onto your arm. Now that you were awake, the events from the past few hours finally caught up to you. The meeting with Kuroo, Atsumu’s sex tape, being chased by Rintaro, and your call not reaching Kiyoomi – Kiyoomi. Gods. He must be so worried. But your phone’s battery died long ago, and there was a bigger matter at hand – Rintaro’s accusation, and the way he’d hid his hurt with a smirk.
It was a side of him you’d never seen before.
Sure, he’d been angry when you did anything that concerned Iris, or when you left for Itachiyama after his displeasure about it. But this time, he looked more hurt than angry, as if he couldn’t believe you would go so far.
You rolled the windows up. The sounds of the humming of the car and the breeze slipping through muted.
“Rin,” you mumbled, toying with your fingers in your lap. “I didn’t try to kill you, you know.”
Your husband snorted. “Oh, you didn’t? Could’ve fooled me. It’s not every day you see your wife’s new maid slipping something in my drink, but if you truly did not have anything to do with it, then I guess it’s safe to assume your maid is out to assassinate me,” grip tightening on the wheel, he forced himself to exhale through his nose. “Do you deny this?”
“Airi has nothing to do with this.”
“Do enlighten me, then, because I don’t know what to think of you anymore,” he gritted his teeth, and you were shocked into silence. It was quite the confession coming from him. “I have made mistakes. Many of them. I have hurt you, again and again, but do you really wish to end my life?” he shot you a look, only to turn his head away – staring out into the sea before you. You wondered if it’s because he couldn’t stand to look at you, or he didn’t want you to see whatever might show in his face.
“I didn’t think you could be so cruel, Princess.”
Your face fell, the light in your eyes dimming as his words sunk in. “I told her to crush some sleeping pills in your tea so I could sneak out without you noticing. I wasn’t trying to ‘kill’ you.”
“And where would you go without me? A lady like you should never leave the castle premises unsupervised,” he reminded, the edges of his lips curling into a dissatisfied smile. “Unless you don’t want me knowing who it is you’re meeting.”
Sighing, you let your head drop to your hands. “Enough with the accusations, Rin. How many times do I have to tell you I have never cheated on you?” you rolled your eyes at him, your arms crossed to your chest, irked. “If you really must know, I met up with Kuroo Tetsurou – yes, the man who wrote that article about your tryst and ruined your reputation. You know what I did? I paid him to disappear from this country, and to completely erase any traces of what he’d written. I did it for you. I did it because I no longer want to see you suffering from the hands of another, so don’t you dare go around treating me like I’m your enemy, because at the end of it all, I’m the only one on your side. Do you understand?”
It was a half lie, but a white lie in your defense. The end would justify the means. Rintaro didn’t have to know the whole truth, not when there was a chance he’d ruin your plans. He only needed to let his guard down, to completely trust you on this because that last part you would not lie about.
He could hurt you – take your heart and crush it until there was nothing left. But it would not change the fact that you were his wife, and he your husband. It wouldn’t change the fact you were bound by vows you’d spoken in front of Her Majesty, in front of the Gods they worshipped in a sacred chapel. You would never, and could never, go as far as to make Rintaro detestable in the eyes of others. He was yours to hate and love. No one else could take that right away from you. He simply wasn’t for the world to pick apart.
Silence clouds the car. With a quick glance, you saw his grip loosening on the steering wheel, his shoulders visibly relaxing as his brows pinched together. “You did that… for me?”
You scoffed. “You have no idea the things I would do for you.”
“Then why keep it a secret from me? I would’ve gone with you. I could’ve sorted it out myself.”
“You couldn’t. You’ve barely been touching any of your work ever since the scandal happened,” you pointed out, holding your hand up to flash him your ring – the one you never dared took off, not even in the shower, and especially not when Kiyoomi had been nudging his way into your heart. “I’m your wife. I promised to share the burden of the crown with you. If a time comes that you’re unable to handle the troubles coming your way, then I will step in and do it for you.”
Rintaro blinked rapidly, as if clearing away the images that troubled him. “I’m sorry,” he finally said, “I’m just… You said you hated me, and that you regretted marrying me. So when I saw Airi mess with my tea, I immediately thought you wanted me out of your life.”
You looked out the window. Pursing your lips, you couldn’t help but think to yourself – if only it were that easy.
“You’re my husband. I would be devastated if you died.”
Rintaro drove around for a few more minutes before finally arriving in a gated community. Although community was a stretch, considering there were no other houses around. Not a single person could be seen. The entire beach was closed off from that point on. He wouldn’t answer any of your questions either, simply smiling to himself as he drove past a grove of trees until you broke through – the sounds of the waves audible and muted, as if they were from a distance. Before you stood a large white mansion, hidden by the tall trees, but peeking just enough to be highlighted by the golden dawn.
“We’re here,” Rintaro announced, bouncing out of his seat to run around your side and open the door for you. You couldn’t help but snicker at his sudden chivalry. Nevertheless, you slipped your hand into his, following him as he led you to the pebbled walkway leading up into the house. “I bought this beach for us.”
“Rin, you can’t do that. The beaches should be open to the public.”
Rintaro squeezed your hand. There was a lightness to his step, almost as if he was floating through air – or maybe your reassurance had simply made his body feel lighter. “Indulge me a little, wife. Let me show you around first, and if you really don’t like it… then I’ll put it up for sale, okay?”
You couldn’t argue with that. It was hard to, anyway, when he struggled to open the doors as he refused to let go of your hand. After fumbling for the keys, he finally got them in and pushed the doors open.
You could see much from where you stood. At the break of dawn, the sun’s first golden rays began to dance across the tranquil surface of the sea, casting a gentle, shimmering glow that greeted the grand beach house with a tender embrace.
The luxurious abode, with its elegant arches and expensive terraces, stood proudly against the backdrop of the awakening sky. Its hues of pink and orange melded seamlessly into the lingering blue of the night. Your eyes widened, watching as the colors bounced off the water and reflected back onto the sturdy white pillars of the house’s exterior. The soft, ambient light illuminated its exquisite architecture, revealing intricate details and the soft contours of its stone façade.
Stepping onto the grounds for the first time, you let your hands run through the textures of the pillars, feeling its smoothened out surface.
The house, a vision of opulence and warmth, beckoned you with its ethereal allure. Each window and glass wall, strategically placed, welcomed the sunrise with open arms, allowing the light to flood the interior spaces with a radiant glow. The reflections danced upon the surface of the pristine pool outside, playful patterns dancing along the walls and the ceiling. It made the entire house seem alive with its morning gentle touch.
You felt your breath get caught in your throat – stunned by the beauty of it all.
You moved towards the edge of the expansive backyard, where the manicured lawn stretched out like a verdant carpet leading directly to the soft sands of the secluded beach. The sound of the waves, a soothing melody, called out to you. It mingled with the rustling leaves of the palms that framed the house. The air, crisp and salty, invigorated your senses and filled you with a sense of profound peace and connection.
Unbeknownst to you, Rintaro was drunk on your expressions. He lit up each time you smiled at a corner, his heart blooming and swelling he felt it would burst out of his chest. For one of the few times in his life, he felt proud of himself.
“I bought this mansion a year after I started courting you,” he said, his gaze transfixed on the way your hands were still intertwined. It caused him to trail after you like a lost puppy; not that he minded. He just liked being here with you. With that thought in mind, he absentmindedly caressed your wedding ring with the pads of his thumb. “I didn’t have concrete plans in mind yet, but I knew I would end up marrying you someday, and the Palace didn’t seem like a good place for us to enjoy our married life. But here… we can live separately from the rules imposed on us. Here, we are not Princess or Prince. It could just be the two of us.”
You bit your lip, your heart hesitant. It fluttered at the sincerity of his words, swooned at the revelation he’d been planning this for years. You could imagine it – Rintaro walking through this property a year into your courtship, the young Prince nodding to himself because he just knew this place would be yours.
“It’s still mostly empty, of course. I didn’t want to decorate it without asking for your opinions, and I figured maybe you’d want to take the lead in that area,” he encouraged with a smile.
And really, who could say no to that? When he gave you such a beautiful house and handed you the reigns to do as you pleased, then you would turn this house into something you could call your home.
Every detail of the beach house was meticulously designed for both grandeur and intimacy. The spacious terraces offered the perfect setting for private dinners and joyful gatherings with family and friends, promising countless evenings of laughter and love under the starlit sky. You could already envision long, leisurely breakfasts on the balcony, the sea’s gentle murmur a constant, comforting presence.
You would sip your morning coffee in your nightgown, reading the newspaper, or letting your eyes close as you let the sea breeze gently wake you up from the remnants of your slumber. Behind you, your husband would sneak up in nothing but his sleep shirt, his voice deep and croaky with sleep laced to it. He would wrap his arms around your waist, coo good morning in your ears as he buried his face on the crook of your neck.
It was the perfect house to live the married life in.
The moment is too beautiful that it let the walls you’d put up slowly crumble. It gave way for your mind to entertain the thought of hope, of second chances, of a life where Rintaro apologized for everything he did and you forgave him for it. A life where he finally left Iris behind, and moved in here with you – being a loving husband and wife like he’d promised.
Regardless of his mistakes, you couldn’t deny he chose this haven with care.
He understood your yearning for a sanctuary that felt both majestic and personal. You could see his vision in every corner of the house – in the way the morning light filled the rooms, in the carefully carved openness that invited the outside world to become part of your home, and in the promise of countless memories waiting to be made within its walls.
“It’ll get very bright here in a few minutes,” he murmured, his voice echoing through the spacious expanse. “I know you hate dark places, so I wanted something that had a lot of room for sunlight.”
You hummed. “That was thoughtful of you.”
“I only had you in mind when I was looking for our place.”
Tugging at your hand, you let Rintaro drag you upstairs and show you around. “This is our bedroom,” he gestured, and you stepped inside, glancing back at him and down at your intertwined hands in a silent query. Rintaro smiled, nodding as he gently let go of your hand to let you look around the room.
Taking small, careful steps away from him, you let your eyes take in the sight before you. The room was a sanctuary of tranquility, bathed in the soft, warm hues of the rising sun. The bed, dressed in crisp white linens with accents of deep red, invited you to sink into its comfort. Candles flickered softly on a low, modern nightstand, casting a gentle, ambient glow that complemented the natural light streaming through the expansive glass wall.
The true masterpiece, however, was the view.
The entire far wall of the room was made of glass, offering an unobstructed vista of the ocean beyond. Palm trees gently swayed in the morning breeze, framing the horizon perfectly.
You moved closer to the glass, your heart swelling with awe and contentment. Outside, on the spacious terrace, two elegant lounge chairs awaited, promising peaceful mornings and serene evenings spent with the one you loved. The lush greenery surrounding the room blended seamlessly with the view, making it feel as though you lived in harmony with nature.
“Want to see the best part?”
You giggled. “You mean to tell me something could get better than this?”
“Of course. You know I’m only choosing the best for you.”
Leading you into another room at the end of the hall, Rintaro smirked – proud and barely holding back his excitement as he swung the door open. As you stepped inside, a gasp of pure delight escaped your lips – followed by bubbling laughter in disbelief.
The morning sun streamed through the grand, arched windows, casting a warm, golden light that danced sprightly across the room. The room seemed almost enchanted, a perfect blend of nature and comfort, invite you to lose yourself in your own world and let the time pass you by.
Towering bookshelves lined the walls, filled to the brim with volumes of all kinds, promising endless hours of exploration and discovery. The rich, earthy scent of aged paper and polished wood filled the air, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. A graceful spiral staircase wound its way up to a second level, where more books awaited, their spines gleaming in the soft light.
Your eyes were immediately drawn to the cozy seating area, where a plush of sofa beckoned you to sink into its depths and get lost in a story. The soft, muted colors of the cushions and throws added a touch of warmth, making the space feel lived-in and inviting. A quaint reading lamp stood nearby, ready to cast its gentle glow over late night reading sessions. Behind you, you could hear Rintaro move through the room as well – gently picking up knick-knacks placed along the way.
“–And here is your reading corner, or… whatever you’d like it to be really. If you want to crochet, or paint with Tobio, you can use this room.”
“I thought you said this place was empty,” you joked, gazing up at the myriad of books displayed.
“Yes, it is,” smiling to himself, he leant against the wall and crossed his arms across his chest, content to let you indulge yourself by exploring. “But I made sure to fill this place up first, as I figured this would be the room you’d spent the most time in. I went ahead and collected all the books I know you liked, along with other things I thought you would enjoy.”
There it was again – the thumping of your heart over his words.
It was too easy to get carried away, especially when Rintaro was being unnecessarily sweet. It almost felt as if… nothing was wrong at all. And for a moment – just for now – you let yourself forget everything and focused on the present. With your heart tucked and hidden away for safety under your sleeve, you pointedly averted your gaze from your husband. You knew you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing him like that – content, unguarded, with hooded eyes watching you tenderly. Like he was in love with you, and he meant it when he said he wanted no one else to spend his future with.
You turned your attentions back to the room, the lush greenery that adorned the space, with ferns and potted plants that brought a taste of the outside world in.
You could already imagine yourself curled up on the sofa with a book, the sounds of the waves gently crashing in the background, or perhaps sitting by the window on a rainy day – the patter of raindrops providing a soothing soundtrack to your literary adventures.
You couldn’t help but feel your heart swell in adoration, even as you tried so hard to fight against it.
The Prince had carefully curated this heaven for you. He’d ensured you could have a space where you would spend countless mornings in, a cup of tea in hand, watching the sun rise over the horizon. Afternoons would be spent exploring the vast worlds in the many books that lined the shelves, each one a new journey waiting to be embarked upon.
This reading room was more than just a space; it was an escape from the world. A place where you could retreat and recharge, surrounded by the things you loved most. As you stood there, bathed in the soft morning light, you were bombarded by a mix of emotions – an internal debate whether to feel elated or depressed.
How could someone know you so well, and still hurt you in the process? Love truly was a dangerous thing.
However, you pushed that thought out of your mind. You did not want any arguments tainting this space, this home. Rintaro’s efforts didn’t deserve to be shattered, either. You would save it for another time. For now, you would explore every inch and corner of this house. “And here’s the backyard – plenty of space for our future kids to play in. I’m thinking twins, one boy and one girl, and then we’ll stop trying for another. Two little devils should be enough. The boy needs to be the eldest though, so he can protect his little Princess,” his eyes lit up, and you can see it already.
Rintaro must’ve seen it, too – the scene of your children running around, chasing other. Your little boy would be screaming at the top of his lungs, your little girl blowing bubbles as her hair bounced around her cute little face with each tiny step she took. If she ever tripped, her brother would immediately be there for her. He’d cradle her soft cheeks in his equally small hands, wiping her tears away and telling her it’d be okay. And then they would run to their parents for comfort – Rintaro would bring them into his arms, pressing kisses to their foreheads before he brought them back to their mama. Then, you’d pull out the first-aid kit, plastering band-aids on every scraped knee and kissing all the boo-boos away.
It was a beautiful thing to imagine. Letting your kids grow up in a beautiful place, with a loving father who would stop at nothing to ensure their happiness, building a family.
It put a smile to your face. “You do know I can’t control who comes out first, right?”
“Yes, but a man could dream,” he shrugged and faced your way, his eyes softening as he scanned your face. You didn’t know why Rintaro looked so beautiful in that moment. The picture perfect image of a Prince Charming, his hazel eyes seeing things you couldn’t, his smile hesitant yet hopeful. “I hope our little girl looks like you. She’d be very pretty just like her Mom.”
Heat rushed at the nape of your neck. It was a flood of emotions all at once – flustered, flattered, frustrated.
You immediately pointed your body in a different direction. Sliding the glass doors aside, you kicked off your heels and sunk your feet into the grass. It was a much needed reprieve after walking and driving for hours with those darned heels. Soon enough, you could hear Rintaro trailing behind you – a quick, curious glance letting you know he’d picked up your heels, your shoes dangling on his crooked fingers.
“Can we have a dog?”
“We could have a dog,” he grinned, and then gestured for you to come follow him. Feet sinking into the sand, your hands found solace in his bicep. Rintaro practically puffs up with male pride the moment your nails sunk into his skin. It was silly, enough to make you roll your eyes, but you kept on walking and walking – the sounds of sand crunching beneath your feet and the delicious warmth emanating from your husband a great way to start the morning. Eventually, you’d made it to the front of the house, where the crystalline pool stood just before the sea announced its presence.
“And in the beachfront, well, we could do pretty much anything. Barbecue, invite friends over for dinner. Oh, and there’s a wine cellar in the basement. I think I had that filled up, too. Do you want to have a quick drink before we go?” Shaking your head at him, Rintaro nods, gnawing at his lip before he decides – fuck it – and finally lets his hand rest on top of yours.
The position was oddly intimate. You weren’t embracing each other, yet you’d never been so close to him before. Your sides pressed against one another, your hand curled onto his arm, with his large, veiny hands caressing yours. It’s a little too perfect, and it makes you just a little too in love. Unable to help it, and drunk in the serenity of it all, you let your head fall back to his shoulder. Eyes closed, breaths shallow – your heartbeat in sync with his.
Thump, thump, thump. The schwaa of the waves. The whoosh of the wind.
It was like heaven on earth.
Above you, Rintaro cleared his throat. “So? What do you think? Is it to your liking? If it isn’t, I could always look for a different house–”
“It’s beautiful, Rin. Thank you.”
“You like it?”
“I love it,” you told him, opening your eyes to smile up at him, your cheek still smooshed against his broad shoulders. “It’d be a perfect home for us.”
“O-Okay,” he blushed, averting his gaze from you as he stared at the sea instead. The motion made you chuckle. It wasn’t always Rintaro could be such a flustered, affected man, but you adored the rare times when he was. Just then, an idea popped up in your head and you grinned, tapping his shoulder with your nails.
“Hey. Why don’t we have a little housewarming party to make it feel more like home?”
“We can?”
“We can do whatever we want, Rin,” you reminded him, and then scrunched your nose as you thought of the whole process. Furniture shopping, talking with interior designers, adding your personal touch, bringing in some of your most important things to this beach house that was literally miles away from the Palace. “–Although decorating it would take a lot of time and you must be busy–”
Rintaro’s eyes widened in panic. “I’m not busy. Well, I am, but I’ll make time. Let’s – Let’s decorate. I want to turn this into our home, too.”
You squeezed his bicep, warmth flooding your senses.
As you wandered through the house, your heart swelled with love and gratitude. The beach house wasn’t just a place to live in; it was a dream woven into reality. A testament to the life you would build together. Standing there, bathed in the tender embrace of the sunrise, you felt an unbreakable bond to this place, knowing that it would be the backdrop to your love story – however complicated it may be – a place where you both would grow, laugh, and find solace in each other for the years to come.
For the next few months following your arrival, you and Rintaro dedicated yourselves to transforming the beach house into a true home. It was a long, arduous process – infusing every corner with your touch, and Rintaro with his love for knick-knacks. Countless mornings were spent wandering through local markets, hand in hand, searching for pieces that spoke to you – the future you would create.
It was a great opportunity to fool the media, too, a silent declaration to the world that your marriage would not be swayed by petty rumors.
Well, they were not just rumors, but the Queen seemed ardently pleased by the amassed support.
Rintaro, suddenly the considerate partner and doting husband, would often pause to hold up a delicate vase or an intricately carved wooden sculpture, his eyes seeking your approval. You, in turn, would smile and nod, trusting his impeccable taste and loving the way he always seemed to know what would make your heart sing.
It was as if he knew what you’d like before you even said it out loud. Maybe it was because he’d spent two years of his life courting you that he now knew you like the back of his hand.
Whatever it was, the media ate it up. The article regarding his cheating scandal eventually became nothing but measly gossip. You remained in contact with Kuroo, however, his article about Iris only waiting to drop at your signal.
It should’ve been released months ago. You could’ve ruined her already, snatched your husband back right under her nose – you just couldn’t do it. Not yet. Not when she’d been pointedly avoiding Rintaro, and your husband was acting like he forgot she existed. Could it be both of them couldn’t handle the criticism, after all? Did they care more about their reputations and image than their ‘passionate love affair’?
But then again, neither of them wanted to be exposed for their trysts.
It was all Atsumu’s doing.
And that actress – poor Hiroda Yuki – still remained oblivious to the sex tape you hid under your closet. A secret you would bury there forever, a secret you’d take with you to your grave. You hadn’t heard news of her getting knocked up, and her career was still soaring. For now, you had nothing to worry about. It seemed peaceful – for now.
In the meantime, you dedicated your afternoons in the arrangement and rearrangement of everything you’ve collected – snow globes from your trips overseas with your parents, Rintaro’s random collection of weapons and key chains from his own adventures. The living room, with its expansive glass walls and view of the endless ocean, became a canvas for you to experiment with. There were no rules here.
You placed a soft, oversized rug in the center, its deep blues and greens echoing the colors of the sea. Comfortable chairs and sofas were positioned to invite conversation and relaxation, while vibrant cushions and throws added splashes of color and warmth. You insisted on color, ensuring that the beach house had to be vibrant and thrumming with life. You refused to let it be like the Palace – dull yet overwhelming with all its arching marble statues and golden chandeliers.
And then the dining area, envisioned as the heart of your home, where family and friends would gather, received special attention. You chose a large, rustic wooden table, its surface polished to a warm glow. Around it, you placed mismatched chairs (which greatly bothered Kiyoomi when you sent him photos), but you told him that each had its own story and character. The space was an organized mess, eclectic yet coherent. Above the table, Rintaro hung a chandelier of delicate glass orbs that cast a soft, magical light during evening meals.
The master bedroom was a different tale itself. It was the room you and Rintaro spent the most time on. You established several rules before proceeding, drilling it into his head that:
Rule no. 1: He was not allowed to bring any women inside. (He scoffed at it, offended, but agreed anyway.)
Rule no. 2: Lavender essential oils were the only scents allowed. Vanilla scents were forbidden. (He didn’t understand why you were so vehemently against it, but again – whatever makes the wife happy, was what he said. That alone made you question… did he not know what Iris smelled like? He knew all your favorite perfumes by heart, yet could not recognize the distinctness of vanilla? You quickly dropped the subject.)
And finally, Rule no. 3: No arguments inside the bedroom.
(Rintaro was barely able to hide his shock at you suggesting it. His eyes widened for a moment, an expression he quickly schooled into that of nonchalance. “Of course,” he’d said, “Any conversation that may require a debate will always be had outside. Never here.” To which you replied, “Never here, Rintaro. This is our space. We will not be enemies here.)
There it was, the master bedroom, a sanctuary of tranquility and intimacy. Soft, sheer curtains were chosen to filter the morning light. The bed was adorned with luxurious linens and a variety of textured pillows, making it a perfect retreat after long days spent exploring the island or entertaining the guests you would have over.
Personal touches, like framed photographs of your wedding, and the candid ones he’d taken of you each time he called for you in the Yuzuru Estate, were placed on the nightstands.
All that was left was to invite his brothers over for the housewarming party.
You and Rintaro decided to keep it a secret for now. After all, it wasn’t every day that the brothers all gathered together for dinner outside the Palace. You debated inviting the Queen over, too, but after that recent fiasco and her snide remarks about your mother, you were heavily against it. Rintaro, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. He just wanted to spend time with his brothers – saying they’ve never done that before. Hopefully, it wasn’t too late for them to rekindle their brotherhood.
It sounded like an absurd idea at first, you admitted. You didn’t have to go so far to help your husband get along with his own brothers, but whether you liked it or not, you were married – and marriage often came with demanding responsibilities.
Of course, there was still the issue of Iris: would she be invited or not?
You gauged it for the first few weeks. Waiting, listening, and watching with a careful eye on how Rintaro would be acting. You’d also piloted the agenda, peering over it like a hawk to see if he would sneak in a thing or two. Or maybe he had a room for her. But – much to your surprise – there was none. There were exactly nine guest rooms; one for each brother and their wife, and one for the Queen or your parents, whoever wanted to visit.
Still, it made you turn your nose upwards.
You didn’t fancy the thought of Kiyoomi sharing a room with Iris. In fact, the image of them sharing the same bed was enough to make your stomach turn upside down. But knowing Kiyoomi? He’d probably make her sleep on the floor than be anywhere near her.
Finally, after some finishing touches, you both sent out the invitations.
The housewarming party was an intimate, private event. It was challenging at first – their schedules did not align with each other, and Prince Wakatoshi was not warming up to the idea. However, his son, Wakashi, badly wanted to see the sea. That was all it took before he’d agreed, and soon, even the busybody Shinsuke accepted the invitation – with the promise Airi could also come.
Pride bloomed in your chest. It seemed like an impossible feat at the beginning, gathering all the Princes into one place. But they’re all here now – Keiji was reading books to Wakashi, Tobio is playing beach volleyball with Tooru, Rintaro, and Atsumu. Osamu declined his brothers’ invitation as soon as he caught sight of your kitchen, pushing past his blond-haired twin and declaring that your kitchen was now his. You all laughed about it, and Osamu hasn’t left since.
Wakatoshi was there in your living room, cuddled up on the couch with his wife, Camilla. They both snoozed in peace, lulled by the Princes’ distant shouts and yells from their game. Behind them, Shinsuke crouched over the paperwork he’d brought with him, Airi happily gazing at her Prince as she wiped glasses and silverware.
Kiyoomi and Iris, for some reason, did not participate in any of the activities. The Second Prince has worn a stormy expression the moment he parked his car, his wife in tow. Iris didn’t look great either – her face pale and lips chapped.
You made a mental note to ask him about it later. For now, you would enjoy yourself.
Stepping out of the living room, you walked past the pool and to the beach. The Princes were still playing on a 2v2, Tobio and Tooru on one team, Rintaro and Atsumu on the other. As you got there, your sundress puffing up from the wind, you noticed Maiko was already on one of the lawn chairs – smiling fondly at her husband who scored once more.
You followed her gaze. Now that was a sight, indeed. All the Princes were shirtless – their muscles rippling with each jump or aggressive spike of the ball. They’d already been tanned after playing under the sun for hours, their healthy golden glow illuminated by the setting sun. Rintaro himself had you struggling to look away. Wearing sun shades, a black compression arm sleeve, and his shorts hanging low on his hips – it suddenly felt hot despite the breeze.
Shaking your head to yourself, you tore your gaze away from him and sat next to the Princess. “Maiko,” you greeted, handing her a watermelon juice.
“Your Highness!” she beamed, gladly accepting the drink and playing with the umbrella before she continued, “Thank you for having us over.”
“It was my pleasure,” Smiling, you watched her closely, not missing the way her cheeks flamed each time Tooru scored and he looked her way. The movement was subtle, barely noticeable from another’s eye, but it was clear in that moment it meant the world to Maiko. Beside you, the Princess hid her giddy smile behind her drink, her bare toes curling into the sand beneath you. “So. You and Tooru seem to have gotten along more.”
“Hmm, I wouldn’t say that,” she scrunched her nose, “He was really worried for you, you know. He wouldn’t stop telling me how he was going to beat the Crown Prince up. And when that article went out…”
“We’ve moved past that.”
“You have?” she perked up, “I mean, that’s good. Have you forgiven him?”
You took another sip of your drink, and then snorted. “Of course not. But I think we’re at this point in our marriage where we’re pretending to be happily married, and it’s hard for me to not play my part,” when Maiko titled her head to the side, confused, you gestured to the grand abode behind you. “He’s bought me this house, helped me decorate it. We spent many nights talking about how we’d like it to be, and now we’re all here. His brothers, their wives – everyone is laughing and having fun. How could I ruin it by dwelling on the past?”
Maiko didn’t look entirely convinced. You couldn’t blame her – you weren’t very convinced yourself.
Things were going a little too smoothly for your liking. Until now, you still had your doubts that everything was suddenly okay, that Rintaro and Iris have suddenly decided to end their relationship. But you’d asked around, bribed the maids in Belleview Manor, and they all said the same thing.
Rintaro and Iris have not spoken to each other ever since your return.
It felt as if Rintaro had been sincere when he said he only slept with her because he felt lonely with you. A pathetic excuse, of course, something only an imbecile would fall for. But you’d long accepted that Rintaro was an oddity and complexity of itself.
The only way to truly understand him was to let him show all versions of himself, both the good and the bad, before you could see which one of him you could love the most.
And this Rintaro?
The loyal, caring husband who’d given you this home? The one who wouldn’t stop stealing kisses even when no one was looking? The one who proved to you that the master bedroom upstairs indeed had very soft, luxurious beds by fucking you in it all the way until the morning?
You liked that Rintaro very much.
“I’m always here for you,” Maiko said after a moment, her smile genuine as she gazed upon the secluded area. “The house is beautiful, by the way. I can see why you looked so happy ever since the Crown Prince showed this place to you.”
“It’s our home. It was the best thing he could’ve given me.”
Saying it loud felt like an accomplishment. Your mother had always told you that you would be great at managing your own house someday. It felt surreal to see with your own eyes that she’d been right.
“To be honest, I never expected I would have moments like this,” quipped Maiko, her smile wavering as she plucked out the cocktail umbrella. “Before I married Tooru, it was lonely in the Rai Estate. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father married the next woman who presented herself to him. Sometimes I think he did that because he wanted me to grow up with a mother, but my stepmother was never fond of me. It was a lonely childhood, I must admit,” she confessed with a sarcastic chuckle, lifting her head to stare at her husband. “But then Prince Tooru came along. The Queen started bringing him along whenever she visited my father, and the Prince and I would always have playdates. I remember I would cry each time they had to return to the Palace.”
You tipped your head to the side, curious. “The Queen brought Tooru to the Rai Estate?”
Maiko nodded. “Yes. You didn’t know? Her Majesty is my godmother,” she informed, absentmindedly spinning the ring on her finger. “She was close friends with my father, and they remained in contact even when she married the King. I’d say she was the closest I ever got to having a mother figure, but Her Majesty is too busy to waste her time looking after a little girl.”
“I see,” you murmured, and reached over to clasp her bare shoulder with a comforting squeeze. “I’m sorry about your mother, Maiko. I hadn’t known she’d already passed.”
“It’s alright, not a lot of people mourned her death anyway. And people easily forgot she existed because my father remarried very soon,” she shrugged, a forlorn look crossing her sharp features. “My father said I don’t look like her. Sometimes, I think that fact made it easier for him to move on, because he never saw her in me.”
“Did your father love her?”
“Probably not. You know how marriages between nobles are; I wouldn’t be surprised if it was arranged. He never talked about her either, so I wouldn’t know.”
You hummed to yourself, “Does the Queen still visit Lord Rai?”
“Not lately, no. She got occupied handling the Kingdom’s affairs when His Majesty passed away, but they still send each other letters during birthdays. I’m not sure the Queen has written back to my father in a while, though,” as quickly as she said it, Maiko’s back straightened, her free hands waving frantically in the air. “Oh, I hope this doesn’t change the way you see me, Princess. I promise the Queen does not hold any special favors to me.”
“Not at all, Maiko. You’re still the same Princess in my eyes.”
“TAKE THAT!”
Both of your heads snapped in the Princes’ direction. Tobio, pumping his arms in the air as Atsumu tugged at his blond locks from the other side of the net. Tooru was running around – or more like bouncing – while your husband was down on one knee, panting heavily with sweat dripping down his chest.
Before you could process what was going on, Tooru bolted for Maiko’s direction, whooping and hollering as he picked her up and twirled her. Maiko’s squeal was lodged in her chest upon Tooru’s crushing hug. He kept spinning her, enough to have Maiko wobbly on her feet when he finally put her down, holding her at an arm’s length away as he exclaimed, “Did you see that? Rintaro couldn’t receive my serve!”
“It was just a lucky serve!” defended your husband.
“Yeah, right.”
Rintaro turned to you, his ears turning red as he stood up and dusted the sand of his abs. “It was a lucky serve.”
You put your hand up to your mouth, concealing your laughter. “I’m sure it was.”
As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the horizon, the air buzzed with excitement and the scent of blooming flowers from the garden. The sound of waves crashing softly in the background added a serene rhythm to the lively conversations that flowed as effortlessly as the wine. The brothers, their bond evident in their playful banter and shared stories, mingled around the spacious terrace, their laughter mingling with the music that floated through the air.
You eventually left Maiko, seeing as the Princes did not have any plans on stopping their game anytime soon. You didn’t want to rush them into dinner either, not when Rintaro looked like he was having the time of his life.
Dusting sand off your dress, you took yours and Maiko’s empty glasses back inside. Airi and Osamu were still in the kitchen; the former smiling at you when you handed her the glasses, while Osamu remained elbow-deep in some dough. You left them soon to their devices, heading out of the kitchen when you nearly bumped into a firm chest.
“Hey.”
“Kiyoomi,” you blinked up at him, joy radiating from every pore now that he was here. Kiyoomi looked handsome in just his cream, short-sleeved linen shirt, his curls tousled and falling beautifully to frame his face. Until now, you were still beguiled by his striking beauty. “Thank you for coming on such short notice. I heard you’d been occupied with some things in Itachiyama.”
“Nothing out of the ordinary, and I would never decline an invitation from you,” he said softly, dipping his head so you could hear him better. His close proximity set your heart racing, and before you noticed it, you had your dress balled into your fists. “You did a great job with the place. It’s lovely.”
“Thank you,” you breathed out, voice light and airy as you gestured outside. “Are you not going to join your brothers in their game?”
Kiyoomi shook his head, a mischievous smirk gracing his handsome features. “If I did, then Rintaro’s team would lose.”
“Oh, are you a better player than him?”
“I’m better than him in all aspects,” he declared, offhandedly gesturing to their brother on the couch. “Though I could never hit as hard as Wakatoshi. You should’ve seen him in his prime – he was a monster as long as he had the ball in his hands.”
“I didn’t know you played volleyball, too.”
“We used to play a lot when we were younger. Before duties called.”
You nodded, silently escorting him out of the kitchen. You could already feel Airi’s gaze burning holes at the back of your head. “How is Iris, by the way? I don’t think I’ve seen her around.”
“She said she wasn’t feeling well, so she’s been holed up in bed ever since,” informed Kiyoomi, scratching his cheek in thought. “Did she have a fight with Rin?”
“No, I don’t think so. I think… it’s because Rintaro is ignoring her, and she might be upset about that,” wrinkling your nose, you raised both hands in the air as a form of surrender. “But let’s not talk about unpleasant things. How was your trip to Itachiyama? And Kanami! How is she? I didn’t get to properly say goodbye to her last time.”
Kiyoomi’s lip twitched with amusement. “She’s fine, just a little mad that I took you home without informing her beforehand. She really wanted to spend more time with you.”
I didn’t want to leave either, you almost told him, biting back your tongue at the last moment.
Finding yourself alone with the older Prince, the air thickened with unspoken tension. A palpable static seemed to crackle between you two. Every glance exchanged was laden with unvoiced words, and every accidental touch sent a jolt of electricity through you. He stood close to you, his presence comforting and warm, yet an invisible barrier held you apart – neither brave enough to bridge the gap.
Your heart raced as you felt the weight of his presence beside you, the magnetic pull urging you closer. The silence was almost deafening – filled with the potential of what could be said, yet the fear of breaking it kept you mute.
Finally, Kiyoomi, with a nervous swallow and a shy, almost boyish smile, broke the silence.
“How was the meeting with Kuroo?” he began, his voice soft but trembling with the same tension you felt.
You told him everything without a detail to spare. Your words were hushed, voice barely above a whisper in case anyone accidentally walked in on you. Kiyoomi nodded as he took everything in, the tension on his shoulders increasing. “I see. Has he contacted you ever since?”
“The last message I got from him was from a few days ago. He says he’s got everything he needs – he’s just waiting for the green light.”
“So we’re just waiting for him to drop the bomb.”
“Practically, yes,” you agreed, when an idea formed in your head. Clapping your hands together, you tugged at Kiyoomi’s sleeve. “Actually, could you come with me? I wanted to show you something.”
Kiyoomi wasn’t able to say his response before you’re dragging him upstairs. You already knew the house like the back of your hand, confident you could navigate through it even with your eyes closed. Once you’d reached your destination, you swung the doors open – arms outstretched to show it off. “This is my reading corner, a library of sorts. And here–” you led him to a wall you’d intentionally kept empty, “–is your corner.”
“My corner?”
“Yes, you know, like how everyone has their own space in your library back at the farmhouse.”
“That’s a family house. This is your house with your husband.”
“Rintaro bought it because he wanted to have a safe space with his family, and you’re his brother. That makes you my family too, doesn’t it?”
Your smile was warm, sincere and elated upon presenting him his ‘corner.’ Kiyoomi couldn’t blame you for not noticing the fleeting hurt in his eyes, his disappointment quickly masked with a practiced, cordial nod.
“Family. Right,” he echoed, “I’ll make sure to add my own things someday here. Thank you.”
“FUCK YEAH!” roared Atsumu from below. All too quickly, the moment is broken. You and Kiyoomi stepped away from each other, both releasing a breath you didn’t noticed you held.
“I should go–”
“Of course,” Kiyoomi agreed, his nods a tad too hurried. He’s looking at everywhere but you now. “I’ll follow in a bit.”
You were hesitant to leave. It’d felt like forever since you’d last spoken to Kiyoomi. Ever since that night your call did not push through when Rintaro chased after you, Kiyoomi had been restless. He’d text you every morning and night, without fail, to reassure himself you did not come to harm. He was sweet – undeniably so – and it felt like a waste. Everything did. You couldn’t spend time with him, or speak to him freely like you did in Itachiyama anymore. Here, in Inarizaki, the cameras devoured everything you and Rintaro did.
It came without question you’d unknowingly distanced yourself from the Second Prince.
With a heart heavy of doubt, you exited the room. The last you saw of Kiyoomi was him slouched over his corner, his eyes closed and his head resting on his arm.
You skipped down the stairs, careful of the ankle-length of your sundress. The living room was already a mess when you got there – Atsumu was shaking Wakatoshi awake by the shoulders, screaming that he’d won against ‘stupid Tooru.’ Tooru, on the other hand, was being comforted by his wife, a pout permanent on his face.
“Hey,” an arm wrapped itself around your waist. Tensing, you quickly smiled when you saw it was just Rintaro – now dressed in a plain white button-up, the top three buttons left open to cool himself.
“Hey back.”
“Why didn’t you watch me play?”
You almost laughed at him. It was a comical sight – your tall husband slouching and pouting like a kicked puppy. Shaking your head at him, you let him pull you into an embrace, his arms engulfing you completely. You’re wholly warm like this, his head on top of yours, your cheek on his warm chest that’s still slightly damp with sweat.
“We have guests over, Rin. I have to make sure everyone’s settled.”
“But I played good,” he whines above you, his head dipping to playfully nibble at your ear. Rintaro crushes you in the embrace, your bodies pressed close enough that the growing tent in his trousers poked you through your sundress. Breath hitching, your tilted your neck to give him more access – warily looking out for onlookers. Thankfully, his brothers were all occupied with searching for snacks.
“I’m not inviting my brothers over next time. They take up too much of your attention.”
“Don’t be weird,” you teased, “I’m all yours tonight.”
Tipping your chin to look him in the eye, Rintaro presses a tender kiss at the insides of your wrist. “All mine for a lifetime, hopefully.”
“We’re married. I don’t think we have much of a choice in that aspect.”
When Rintaro smiled, his whole face lit up, his teeth flashing wickedly. Squeezing your waist, his eyes took in the warm, golden lights of your house. The bustling noise his brothers made, and the aroma of dinner being prepared. “We really outdid ourselves, huh. This place turned out better than I expected.”
You patted his firm stomach. “Should we all celebrate with some dinner?”
Nodding, Rintaro pressed a kiss to your forehead before disappearing in the kitchen. Atsumu followed not long after, complaining that ‘Samu was taking ‘too darned long’ preparing his food. You can’t help the smile making its way into your face. Rintaro was right; you really outdid yourselves. The night was a success – everyone was happy, and it finally felt like everything was normal.
“Nee-chan,” Tobio appeared before you, a towel wrapped around his neck. His grin is bright, cheeks flushed from the game and still breathing heavily. “Thank you for the party. I don’t think I’ve had this much fun before.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, Tobio,” you beamed at him, watching from behind him as Wakatoshi shook his head at all the noise his brothers made – not missing the way his lips curled just the slightest when his son joined in on the joyous atmosphere.
“You should teach me how to play volleyball someday.”
“Of course!” Tobio said, a little eagerly. Just then, his eyes dimmed, his smile wavering as he approached you, a hand cupped at the sides of his mouth. “But sis… are you sure you’re okay with Rintaro? He seems oddly clingy to you today. If he bothers you, let me know, okay? I’ll beat him up. I’ll ask Shinsuke-nii to help me too–”
“Calm down. No one’s getting beaten up today. Let’s just enjoy dinner, alright?”
Tobio sulked, his shoulders closing in together with a frown. However, all that disappeared when Osamu and Airi appeared with dinner. Within minutes, all of you were situated in the long table. Everyone dug in, a mumbled ‘thanks’ and a quick prayer led by Wakatoshi.
Beside you, Rintaro squeezed your thigh before standing up. The scraping of his chair alerted everyone – multiple pairs of heads turning your way as he raised a glass.
“I wanted to make a toast – to thank everyone for coming despite their busy schedules. This home – our home – means the world to me, and there’s no one else but family who I’d rather share this moment with. I want to thank my wife, too, for bringing light into my life,” he gestured your way, causing a bout of sniggers coming from Atsumu. You rolled your eyes and decided to ignore him. “Also, I am very happy to announce that the scandal has been officially cleared. The writer of that article has left the country, and the media is no longer attacking me. I am officially an honorable man again.”
“To honor?” Osamu raised his wine with a snort, and everyone glared at him. “Oh, my bad, I thought that’s what we were toasting for.”
“Osamu,” warned Shinsuke.
“To good memories,” you announced, followed by a chorus of echoes, “And to family.” Pointing your drink in Kiyoomi’s way, the Prince raised his drink, his small smile hidden behind the glass.
“To family.”
As twilight deepened into night, the garden lights twinkled like stars, and the gathering moved inside to the cozy warmth of the living room. Stories and laughter continued late into the evening, the house filled with the comforting sounds of family and the promise of many more cherished moments to come.
It was a night of celebration, not just of a new home, but of the bonds that made it a true haven—a place where love, laughter, and the warmth of family would forever reside.
It was a moment you would cherish while it lasted.
Everyone headed straight for the wine cellar after dinner.
It caused a ruckus – half of the Princes were passed out drunk in their rooms, while the rest stayed up playing Mario Kart. It had been Tobio’s idea, and with Rintaro eagerly joining in, it soon turned into the competitive bout it was now. Whoever lost would skinny dip in the pool without turning the heater on.
You shook your head at their antics.
You cleaned up after everyone, Maiko and Camilla apologizing that they wanted to tend to their drunk husbands and couldn’t help. You quickly waved them away, unbothered. If anything, you appreciated how the noise slowly dissipated – leaving you alone with Kiyoomi who’d volunteered to help clean up. The silence is comfortable as you maneuvered around the dining room.
“Your Highness!” exclaimed Airi, wiping her hands on her apron as she rushed to you both. “Please, leave that behind, I’ll take care of it!”
As gently as you could, you snatched back the wet rug from her hands. “Airi, darling, you can go ahead and rest. I’ll take over here.”
“Oh but Princess, I could never! I’ll clean everything up–”
Kiyoomi smiled at her. “It’s okay, Airi. I’m sure Shinsuke’s been dying to talk to you, too,” Airi flushed red, causing the Prince to rumble in laughter beside you. “Go. We’ll handle this.”
“T-Thank you.”
Airi dashed upstairs, sending you both one last grateful glance before disappearing.
Guilt washed over you at the sight of her. Airi and Kita seemed to be happy together, but you knew the harsh reality that the chances of them working out were low. Not only was she a maid, but she had completely nothing to her name – no family, no college degree, and had a mouth that required dire control. At least here in the privacy of your home, they would receive no criticism, but as soon as you all returned home to the Palace… you sighed.
You couldn’t tell whether you were comforted at the thought you were not the only one suffering when it came to love.
You’re elbow deep in the sink washing the dishes, Kiyoomi at your side silently wiping the plates, when you remembered an empty seat at the table. “Iris didn’t come down for dinner. Should I bring her some leftovers?”
Kiyoomi grumbled, uninterested. “I’m sure she’ll come around once she’s hungry, and that should be soon. She’s had a mad appetite lately.”
Speaking of the devil, a light tap came from the countertops. You whipped your head at the soft, lilting voice. Iris stood a few feet away from you, a basket covered with red cloth held in front of her stomach. She looked sheepish; her brown hair falling down her in graceful waves, but her eyes were red and swollen, as if she’d been crying the entire time.
You snuck a glance at Kiyoomi, questioning, but he merely shrugged, turning his back to her and resuming with his task.
“Your Highness. May I speak with you?” her eyes darted to her husband’s figure, shifting from foot to foot. “Alone?”
“Of course. Excuse me for a moment,” bowing to Kiyoomi, you quickly washed your hands and followed Iris. She led you past the living room and out to the pools. The Princes’ shouts and banters became nothing but background noise. There, Iris situated herself in the picnic table under the willow tree, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“What is it you wanted to talk about?”
She nudged the basket your way, lifting the red cloth to reveal… pastries? “I baked these cookies for you this morning before we left the Palace. Please, have some. Consider it my peace offering.”
You fell silent. Mouth opening and closing as you searched for the right words, you settled for a forced smile. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you.”
Iris gnawed on her lip, and dragged her chair closer to you. Much to your surprise, her hands landed on your knee, her big, green eyes pleading. “Listen, Princess, I know we got off on the wrong footing, and I really want to put that behind us and start new.”
“Uh,” you blinked back, “O-Okay?”
“I’m sorry for everything. I really am. I didn’t mean for Rintaro’s lies to drag on and go this far, and if you must know, I never supported him on his plan–”
“Why?” you didn’t mean for your words to come out harsh. But it did, and you tilted your head to the side, oddly calm as you asked, “Why don’t you support him? Don’t you want to be his?”
Iris’ bravado faltered for a minute.
“I-I did at one point. It gets tiring having to hide your relationship, you know? But his plans seemed too absurd to me, and it sounded impossible that he could achieve it.”
“Do you think he’s not fit to be King?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“It’s what you implied,” you reiterated, scanning her face for answers – for the truth – when realization dawned on you. Leaning back, you flicked her hands away from your lap, lips curling in distaste. “You look down on him, Iris. You don’t think he’s a capable Prince at all.”
Iris clenched her jaw in an attempt to bite back a retort. “He has his many great qualities, but sometimes the Crown Prince loses touch of what is real and what is not,” she said, her placid tone betraying the fire burning in her eyes. “This is why I’m hoping we can be friends and start anew, Princess. I’m letting you know I’m breaking up with Rin. In fact, we have not been talking as of lately–”
“You fucked him in my bed lately. Do you really expect I would believe you?”
Her gaze was ice cold as it cut to you. “That was months ago, and he was the one who brought me there.”
“Let’s say he did. But who’s to say you did not seduce him beforehand?”
“He said his room felt lonely without you there, and he brought me for company. Don’t you realize, Princess? Your husband longs for you more than you know.”
Unable to help it, you chortled out a laugh. “What, are you saying he loves me?”
“He might,” she gritted her teeth, “But he needs to get over me first. That’s why I’m letting him go – you’re a kind person and you don’t deserve to be treated as second best. I’m putting my heart aside so you can finally enjoy your marriage.”
Your jaw dropped. “You’re doing this for me? How very benevolent of you, Princess.”
“It’s really not that hard to believe I want you to be happy.”
You shook your head, refusing to believe it was this easy. “Why the sudden change of heart? Is it because you couldn’t handle being called a slut by everyone?”
“I am not a slut, nor am I a homewrecker. He loved me first, don’t you forget that,” she spat out, her words laced with poison. It had you narrowing your eyes at her, and the Princess cowered for a moment, dropping her gaze down her lap as she stumbled over what to say next. “But the truth is… I never loved him. Or if I did, it wasn’t to the point where I would throw away my marriage to him. I want stability, Your Highness, and my union with Kiyoomi provided me that. Stability, security, and power – I have it all. There’s nothing more I could possibly want.”
“Then why were you sleeping with my husband?”
Iris shut her eyes, her hands balled into fists at her lap. “Because my husband wasn’t around. He avoided me like the plague during the early stages of our marriage, and the Palace is too big a place for someone like me. I’m human, too. I got lonely. You cannot blame me for seeking out the warmth of another. He wasn’t yours during those times, so you can’t put this over our heads again and again.”
“You were using him,” you stated, shooting up from your seat. Kiyoomi had told you about it. Hell, even Maiko had an inkling their relationship was nothing but exploitative on Iris’ part, but hearing it coming from her – hearing how she used your husband like he was a mere toy or puppet for her to play with as she pleases… your blood boiled.
“You knew Rintaro was in love with you, and you took advantage of that. How could you?”
“Because he was there when no one else was.”
You stood rigidly, trying to quell the storm brewing within you. Fixing your gaze on the horizon, you avoided Iris’s eyes, afraid that even a fleeting glance would betray the torrent of emotions you fought to contain. Each breath was a deliberate effort to maintain your composure, your mind a battlefield of unspoken accusations and restrained fury.
Despite the turmoil, you held yourself with regal poise.
“I think I’m going to have a drink,” you decided, sending one last forced smile her way. “Care for some?”
Color drained from the Princess’ face. “No, I-I’m laying off the drinks for a while. I’ve never been a drinker anyway.”
You watched Iris from the corner of your eye, noting how she subtly used her arms to hug her stomach, her movements slow and deliberate. Since arriving at the beach house, Iris had looked unusually pale and sickly, her vitality drained. She kept her distance from Rintaro, a fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed by everyone.
A wild thought flickered through your mind – could Iris be pregnant?
You quickly dismissed the idea, shaking your head, but the possibility lingered – filling you with a growing sense of dread. The realization settled in her chest like a heavy stone, the implications threating to unravel the fragile ‘peace’ between you all.
“Hmm.” You dug your nails to your palm, licking your lips as you tried to still your beating heart. “I think I’ll head to bed soon. Good night, Iris.”
“Princess,” Iris called out from where she sat, her beautiful face crestfallen and desperate. “Have you forgiven me? Can we be friends?”
“I’ll think about it.”
You headed back inside the house, your breathing growing shallower with each step you took. Faintly, you heard Rintaro’s concerned voice calling after you. You paid him no mind, taking two steps at a time as you pushed open the door to their shared bedroom.
Kiyoomi was already inside, in the middle of taking off his wristwatch when you came bustling in. Your name fell on his lips. You ignored him, too, heading for the bed with crumpled sheets from where Iris must’ve slept. You threw the pillows on the ground, the blankets balled and discarded to the side, as you looked for something – searched for answers. Her belongings all came crashing to the ground as you picked it apart one by one, hauling her suitcase from the drawer before kicking it to the floor.
“Princess,” Kiyoomi sounded worried, his hands coming up to reach for you when you slapped it away. Concern flashed over his face, more so when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes. “What’s wrong? What are you doing?”
“She’s hiding something. I know it.”
It didn’t take much effort to open her suitcase. Clothes, shoes, her makeup bag – you emptied it of its contents and felt around for any hidden zippers. None. It was empty, save for some unused tampons scattering right beneath your feet.
Your vision began to grow blurry.
Pushing past Kiyoomi, you dashed for the bathroom and knelt on the ground, opening the trash bin and digging through the heap of dry paper towels. You stared at it, confused. Why throw away perfectly good and unused napkins? Determined, you flipped the bin upside down. A white, thin object fell on the ground with a soft clink.
You reached for it with shaky hands.
It was a pregnancy test – one that read positive.
Behind you, you heard Kiyoomi’s sharp inhale. “It’s not mine,” his words faded into the background, “I never touched her.”
When you found the strength to speak, your voice came out weak and cracked.
“…I know you’re not the father.”
from the left: beach house → master bedroom → reading room
CLAWS!!! Congratulations on 1k 🥹 you totally deserve it. You work so hard and your writing is always so enjoyable 🥹
For your 1k followers event could I order a katsudon and go watch a movie? ☺️ That sounds so fluffy but imma ask for a nsfw! 🤭🫣
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in the workplace
wc: 0.9k
content warning: post-timeskip, work colleagues, suna x reader, smut, oral f!receiving, fingering, not proofread
-> katsudon : suna rintaro ^^
-> watch a movie : scenario where reader works overtime and the character's about to head out but sees reader working overtime (also work colleagues trope!)
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Late at night still working in the office with the light off, but the illuminating brightness reflecting onto your exhausted complexion as you wrap up the last few documents for tonight. Sleepy but almost finished, as you hear a slight squeak from the entrance of the room.
Awakening your full attention to be on the look out for whatever made that sound. The clanking of some slick and polished dress shoes interrupting your flow of focus. Facing you, it was no one else but your coworker, Rintaro Suna , whom you may have been having some chemistry with in your work place.
“Hm..? Working overtime again?” Suna scoffed playfully as he quietly stepped towards your little office, the light starting to dance on his smooth skin.
“I’m almost done, it’s just uploading these documents” scrolling the little nub on your mouse to show him the progress you’ve made today.
Suna’s heavy chest covered with his fitted suit loomed over your entire being. His face just a bit too close with yours where you can hear his steady breathing as his eyes skimmed the files. His large hand placed just right on the back of your chair, inching closer to your shoulders.
“Looks good to me, how ‘bout a little shoulder rub to relieve your stress?” tilting his head closer to yours as his slender eyes glance at your lips for a quick second before returning his gaze back to yours.
“How ‘bout it?” you smiled, watching his body retreat and fingers work their magic on your tensed shoulders from behind your seat.
“Let me know if you want it harder..” going to town with his diligent fingers that did miracles to unwind the hidden knots that kept you up all night.
Pressing a bit too hard you squealed out a groan despite bearing with the pain that felt like ecstasy the moment it faded.
“Suna, I know what you’re doing..” opening your half lidded eyes as you slanted your head upwards to meet his beady dark eyes filled with desire.
“Doing what?” breaking out into a low chuckle, the smirk on his mouth said it all. He’s gonna help you relieve your stress in another way.
Swiveling your desk chair around, your body facing his suited tall figure that hovered above you. The intense romantic tension starting to rise in the workplace as you two knew what was gonna happen in just a minute as your lips crashed on each others, longing for the warmth and security you two felt from each other.
His thick and hot muscle wrapping around yours as you fought for dominance. Profusely and sloppily you kissed his lips until they were slightly pink and swollen. His hands planted on your chest, unbuttoning the buttons at the top of your blouse to reveal to him your lacy frisky bra.
“You’re kidding me.. this bra? It’s like you know I’d swing by tonight,” kissing your hot flushed cheek as one of his cold hands slither into your half opened blouse and under your brasserie, making your flinch in pleasure due to his frosty fingers.
Melting his hands with your warmth as you continued to make out, his other hand’s softly running up against the surface of your thighs. He’s situated just right inbetween your legs as you gradually let them part, further and further, for him.
Breaking away for a quick moment as you teasingly whined, using both his slender hands to hike your straining skirt up before slipping your panties off.
Taking a quick glance, there’s already a little puddle of wetness at the center of your panties from all the kissing which satisfied him to know. Dropping your underwear off from your legs and onto the ground, Suna got onto his knees to get a good look at your cunt that dripped for his touch.
Pulling you closer by under your thighs as you slouched into the plushness of your desk chair. Trembling in a ticklish manner as you felt Suna’s cold digits rub upon your slicked clit in slow and sensational circles, using your juices to combat with the friction before feeling his hot tongue latch onto your clit.
“Sunaa..!” you cried out in enjoyment as his tongue takes control over your entire body.
Using your hands to push his head further down onto you while his fingers insert themselves into your twitching hole to stimulate you even more. Despite being in the office all alone you can’t help but suppress your moaning to a minimum in case anyone else was nearby.
His slender fox eyes are sinfully watching your reactions go from tensed and stiff to free and delight the more he played with your squelching and pulsating cunt that yearned for his length.
The hot muscle that played with your clit started building up that volcano that could ignite any minute right in his smoldering mouth as your legs quivered with pleasure. Your fingers tightly grasping onto his brown locks of hair as the increase of volume rose in the air that reeked of intimacy. His long fingers continued to pump in and out of you mercilessly as you make a mess of your chair with your limbs going limp.
Seeing the static come into play when your head leans back onto the plush cushioned seat, essentially letting your climax roll on his tongue while he licked up every drop of it before getting up to wipe his mouth with his hand.
“D’ya needa ride home?” Suna teasingly huffed out of breath.
you and suna were at your spot; the rooftop of an abandoned building,, beautifully overlooking all of hyogo prefecture. you were sat in his lap,, sharing a blunt,, enjoying each other's presence.
suna,, rin to you,, has been your boyfriend for about a month and half now,, and you're obsessed.
you love everything about him from his dark brown hair,, his mesmerizing eyes,, his physical appearance all the way down to his sarcastic personality.
in addition to your love for him,, you also know everything about him; from the federal details like his full name,, home address,, social security number,, mother and father's name,, to the more mundane ones like his favorite song,, color,, number,, and essentially everything else.
you memorized his whole schedule and adjusted your routes to class to ascertain you'd pass his locker everytime.
you have his instagram password. you go through his following daily,, his likes,, his archive,, everything.
if it's about suna rintaro you need to know.
you stalked him a little too. just to gain more insight into his home life,, you reasoned.
you saw all the nasty things he does behind locked doors. you witnessed him masturbating to your instagram highlights. you even heard how he moans your name as he cums all over the screen of his phone. you were more than flattered to say the least.
you'd be lying if you said you never done the same thing.
you fantasize about the things you want him to do to you too, more than any regular human should.
your late nights are spent with a dildo,, the most similar looking to suna's you could find,, clamps vibrating on both of your nipples,, and your shaky hands holding a hitachi wand to your clit. you cum fast with him on your mind,, and when you do you scream and moan for your rin rin.
but little do you know suna is just like you... but worse.
he does all you do but even more constantly.
in addition to that,, anybody who dares flirt with you or slight you is either jumped or publicly humiliated,, sometimes both. nobody will never know it was him though.
he's protective. nobody is allowed to come within a 2 foot radius of you when he's around. oh and you need to hold his hand at all times too. a little one like you gets lost easily.
and most nights he's at your window,, watching you moan for him,, like his good little slut.
i wonder how you two haven't discovered one another's... extreme behavior.
despite all of this,, you two have yet to be intimate,, and suna's trying to change that today.
now back to the present...
suna passes you the blunt with a heavy exhale. he takes a nice swig of the pink whitney you brought for the two of you before he breaks the peaceful silence you built, "let me try something."
"anything you want." you reply with ease. you trust suna,, and you're not one to ask too many questions anyway.
suna loves that quality of yours. he already doesn't like talking,, so it saves him words. though even if you did ask,, he wouldnt mind explaining everything and anything just for you.
once you pass the blunt back suna takes a drag,, cupping your face and pulling yours to his. you get the idea at this point. you peck his lips before opening your mouth,, so he can transfer his smoke to you.
suna smiles and you do too, "such a smart girl,, catching on so quick. maybe you deserve a lil reward."
he puts the blunt out on your zip up and some of the cherry spills onto your neck. the particles burn on your skin; the pain feels sweet. suna throws the extinguished blunt to the side.
you're a little too high to realize him snaking his hands up your skirt and into your panties until he slowly starts to rub your little clit. you can't protest though,, not that you wanted to,, because sunas lips soon find themselves on yours.
you're still kissing when his hand moves to your throat,, giving it a pleasurable squeeze. before you can do anything about it,, your mouth opens,, tongue lolling out. suna takes advantage and begins to suck on your tongue.
you stay like that for a moment before suna moves down to your neck,, leaving a path of pretty purple bruises leading down to your collarbone. he comes up to speak,
"you're so sweet,, pretty baby. be good for me and this'll be good for both of us,, kay?"
"mkay,, rin rin."
he pulls your jacket's zipper nearly all the way down,, unknowing of your lack of clothes underneath. upon realization,, rin grins a stupid,, drunken grin. he kisses your lips once more before sucking and swirling his tongue against the harden buds decorating the supple mounds on your chest.
his fingers stop their circles on your clit,, eliciting a high pitched whine from you,, and slip into your cunt. two fingers,, after a few pumps,, turn into three.
until suna suddenly stops. you whine and complain as suna lifts you up and lays you down on the roof, positioning himself between your thighs.
"please rin rin,, pleasee hurryyy!"
"patience,, little one. you're gonna love this."
he reaches into his pocket and grabs his pocket knife,, tracing it along your thighs. the cool metal contrasting your warmth makes you moan. suna then slips it under the waistband of your panties and cuts them clean off. the knife goes back into his pocket,, and his face goes into your pretty pussy.
he slurps,, spits,, swallows and suckles as you squirm and sob. he enjoys every noise you make and convulsion of your beautiful form. it doesn't last long though,, for as soon as he plunges his fingers back into you you squirt all over his fingers and face.
he gives you a second before he sits you up. he takes your hands and guides them to take his sweats and boxers down. your hands, with sunas guidance, pull them just under his balls, exposing his thick dick to you,, throbbing as it stands,, painfully hard.
"open." suna commands,, and you abide.
he brings his tip to your lips and automatically you suck. you swirl your tongue and give kitten licks to his tip, making sure to give it ample attention before moving to his shaft.
when you do finally move down to his length,, you suck along the sides before placing half his length down your throat. your head moves in a wave motion,, eventually you take his whole cock inside the wet cavern that is your mouth.
"mhmm.. just like that,, pretty. you're so good at this. youre such a perfect little thing just for me."
sunas head is thrown back,, his hands the only things keeping him up. you really start to hear him moan as you hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue to accompany the bobbing of your head.
"...mine, mine, mine. nobody else can have you."
low grunts,, soft moans and sighs that can only be described as pretty all come from sunas mouth. you giggle at his cuteness,, the vibrations from your action immediately go to his dick and push him over the edge.
sunas slender hands grab the back of your head and push you down his dick,, forcing you to let his cum leak down your throat until he lets go. you swallow.
rintaro takes his squirt covered shirt off before laying you back down on your back. quickly,, he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself in. with each thrust he goes deeper, deeper and deeper.
rin grabs your ankles, holding them over your head,, he has you in a mating press. he angles himself to hit that one spongey spot you love. how does he know where it is? all the times he watched you try ever so hard to hit it with your little dildo. maybe he should make this known to you...
"i'm way better than that dildo, aren't i, little one?"
"huuhh..? how do yo- fuckk! know about that?"
"answer me, baby."
"yes! way way better! way better than any of my toys! please faster,, rin harder!!"
rintaro slams into you over and over until youre both ready to cum. and when you do you do it together.
you both lay there for a while,, eventually you put your clothes back on. you both drink for a little longer until suna carries you home and spends the night at your house <3.
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im back... maybe. i feel like everytime im here i write a fic to self project then leave. wtv 🤷♀️. btw this rushed so dnt come for me.
You went for Atsumu’s game since he was constantly nagging for you to come to one of his games to show you “all the cool stuff n’ tricks he learnt” as he likes to put it but who would’ve thought that you’d be fucking with the middle blocker from his team.
He should be here, shouldn’t he? It was the locker room, right? Or did you mistake his bad hand gestures and he actually meant somewhere else? You hesitate to enter the locker room. You know you shouldn’t go in but you wanted to see. You first knock softly but no reply. Knocking louder didn’t work either. Your hand moved towards the door and you pushed it open, peeking in just in case someone was in there but unsurprisingly there wasn’t.
Scanning the room, you locked eyes onto a red and black jersey and instantly recognised the name and number of one of them. Suna’s number. Huh. His jersey was thrown carelessly on the floor to no surprise. He was prominently known for his lazy nature. As you walked over, you bent over to pick it up and examine it. After all, how often would you be able to get your hands on a sports jersey that’s been worn by the player. Well, it was a big deal for you. Pursing your lips, you find the locker with his assigned number and you smile.
A warm breath fanned the back of your neck and your eyes widens not daring to look back to see who it was. Still clutching onto Suna’s spare jersey, your knuckles turn white as you clench harder.
“I think that belongs to me, princess. Hmm?”
That low, deep, sultry voice was instantly recognisable.
Suna. Shit.
Slowly turning around, your grip doesn’t loosen but you crane your head up to lock eyes with the lean figure pressed up close to you.
Stumbling to find words, all you manage to get out was a quiet hum. You let go and allow it to drop to the floor.
“Sorry princess, I didn’t catch that”, he craned his tall frame over so your faces would be inches away.
You could see that dirty smirk plastered on his face and his smug face was accentuated with his half lidded eyes, giving you a sarcastic look.
Flushed, you reply, “I-ah. I’m sorry- I didn’t know-“, then you stopped yourself. You didn’t know it was their changing room? That’s a lousy answer.
He lifted a brow then an idea sprung to his head. “What if….” He returned to his original height and slowly removed his shirt. “…I was changing? And you just walked in on me? Hmm?”
Whipping your head to face away from his naked torso, you feel your face heat up rapidly. You heard a low chuckle erupt from him and you feel embarrassed for your childish reaction. Slowly, cold but gentle hands grip your chin and turn your head. Before you know it, you’re facing the tall man. His abs were prominent and his arms were stocked and built with muscle.
“Why don’t we try on that jersey on you, princess? After all, you seemed quite interested in it.”
Not daring to move, you felt frozen. This man had you wrapped around his fingers. In his clutches. And he was playing you like a game. A fun one.
His hands gently gripped onto your hips and then slipped up to tug on your shirt. He pulled it over your head, exposing you only in your bra. You try to hide yourself but he softly shakes his head.
“No need, pretty girl. Your so beautiful”, he rasped and hummed.
He picked up the spare jersey and put it over your head, letting you slip into the shirt that was evidently too big.
He pursed his lips and took a step back.
“You already look like you belong to me and I haven’t even fucked you yet”, he said in a breathy voice. “May I?”
Sheepishly, you nod your head and squeak a “yes” before he made his way to you. Suna eyes you up and down, then began slipping off your booty shorts and panties. You notice his eyebrows rise and him begin to chuckle. For what though?
“You’re wet by my mere presence? I haven’t even done anything yet.”
Oh.
Ashamed, you had no answer and just looked away from his face.
“I bet I could make this pussy squirt today.”
“That’s bold of you to assume. I’d like to see you try”, you blurt out.
Surprised by your sudden change of personality, he seems as if he’s accepted the challenge. He just shrugs and nods.
“Alright, princess. Try not to moan too loud, yeah? I don’t want the others to hear you when they come to change.”
Wait what? When they come to change? Where is he going?
Before these questions could be answered, he picks you up and you lock your legs around his hips. Throwing your arms around his neck and burrowing your face into his neck, you let him lead you to wherever he has planned. Each of his large hands grab each of your ass cheeks and he squeezes them as he walks. This earns a little squeak and jump from you.
“Fuck, how are you dripping already?”, his raspy voice hums through your body. “Did your slutty self want this even before I offered?”
You purse your lips and keep silent. As he leads you to a bathroom stall, you begin to rethink everything. Screw it. It’s the Suna Rintarō. Who honestly wouldn’t want to be in your position right now?
As he pulled the seat down, he sits down and spreads his legs out. Tugging on his shorts, you let it slip down and pool around his legs. He leans back and begins to relax. He closed his eyes and let his head rest back.
You purse your lips and notice the big bulge of his great length. Shit.
Be opens an eye and notices you still eying his cock and a sadistic smirk is painted onto his face.
“Problem?”
“No.”
“Then?”
“I just- It’s big.”
He raised a brow.
“Please help.”
A low chuckle came from him and he shook his head softly.
“Alright, c’mere”, he patted for you to straddle him.
Doing as he said so, his hands were wrapped around your waist and pushed you down slowly into his length. He let you take it in slowly, once in a while grunting when you clenched. He watched you struggle and you knew he enjoyed it. Suddenly, you push yourself down to his full length. This surprises him and a guttural groans erupts when you begin to bounce up to get used to him.
“Fuck, shit, shit”, he takes deep breaths, trying to regain his composure.
“Problem?”, you ask innocently with secret sadistic intentions
Finally returning to his normal self, he grits his teeth. His strong hands grip your hips tighter and you wince. “Nuh uh, don’t give me that attitude. You’re my bitch and I’m the one in control.” Then he slurs into your left ear. “Got it?”
Nodding, you shrink back to your meek self and melt into his grasp.
“Speak.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Moving you painfully slow, you grind again him and mon softly into his ear.
“Rin~”
“That’s right, moan my name.”
At that moment, you hear the main door of the changing room open and it’s followed by a crowd of chatter. Eyes widening, you glare at Suna and plead for help but he only smirks.
“Like I said, I don’t want the others to hear us”, he whispers into your ears.
You only nod and he continues his slow pace. Your teeth bit your tongue and your lips were pursed to avoid any sounds. Small pecks and kisses were awarded to your neck, followed by sucking. That’ll leave a mark, you thought. Slowly but gradually, you began to reach your high and you could tell Suna did so too- which was evident by his chest rising and falling rapidly and his heavy breathing. Before you sunk back into his length, he told you an order.
“No sounds.”
Huh? Suddenly, he bucked his hips up, ramming into you and slamming into that sweet spot. An uncontrollable yelp escaped your mouth but you muffle your moan before it got too loud. A white substance coats his length and you eye it, wondering whether it was his or yours. Both probably..
The chatter stopped and you swore to yourself. Suna only looked smug as he saw your expression of fear.
“Did you guys hear that?”, a voice said.
“Hear what”, another replied.
“A girl”, the first said.
“Gosh, your girlfriend dumping you really has taken a toll on you man. You’re hearing things”, the other chuckled.
Sighing in relief, you bury your head into Suna’s neck and your nose is assaulted by his strong cologne.
His hands grab your ass, giving you support and both of you stay still in that position, cock warming him.
Eventually, the chatter dies out when the door closes and you sit upright on his dick, glad they’re gone. Slapping his bare chest, you curse him.
“You tell me to stay quiet but your dumbass pulls that shit?”
“You’re so cute when your mad, princess”, he merely says, staring into your eyes. Then his eyes turned dark. “But don’t test me. I’ll fuck you raw. You’re mine now, yeah?”
“Yes sir”, you say obediently, clenching around his length.
“Fucking hell~ You like that? Being mine?”, he groaned, clearly turned on. “That’s my good girl”, he praised, slapping your ass.
“Didn’t you promise you’d make me squirt though?”, you cooed, eyes half lidded as you tease him.
Grazing your fingers on his tatted chest, you smirk as your hands snake up and down.
