#rintarou

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love sick — 22. debrief to breathe

romance 101; guideline — #16 love is always something that can’t be fully explained, if you know it then you know it.

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❥ fun facts !

[name] cries to proposal vids on tiktok.

kageyama barely passes his required general ed literature classes.

atsumu has been really into protein shakes lately.

love sick ! a suna rintarou social media au

synopsis. cupid! calling cupid! as the resident matchmaker slash hopeless romantic of tokyo university, you are the person people look for to get love advice or to set them up with the love of their lives. when suna rintarou comes to you asking for the opposite, to help fend people away from trying to get with him, to the extremes of even asking to fake date you, you couldn't refuse! mostly because you did owe him since he was on the receiving end of a bunch of your clients’ unsuccessful love efforts (hey, you do warn them your matchmaking only has a 62.3% success rate).

a/n — guys im actually feeling my finals affecting me im so nervous but also its the last 2 weeks of the sem so i should feel better that its gonna be over (but im gonna take classes during the midyear too loll). random ud but ive just been genuinely crying over my country’s corrupt government… ive been getting so angry and sad.

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[obscu-rae]

[sunarinio]

down the aisle

rintarou suna x reader

grocery run turned proposal

you pushed the trolley in front of you while suna followed behind, humming to himself as he looked around the aisle. you knew he was about to get distracted so you sped up, the trolley zooming past shelves of chips, biscuits and protein bars.

“hey, slow down,” suna complained as he jogged to catch up with you.

“no, thanks,” you snapped.

he sighed, “you’re still mad about that?”

you stopped in your tracks and jabbed an accusing finger to his chest. “maybe if your annoying ass didn’t get distracted, we wouldn’t have had to make two supermarket trips.”

you were right. this was your second trip to the supermarket in three hours. the two of you first came in at 10 AM sharp for your weekly groceries, as was the sunday ritual. suna, however, ended up getting distracted every ten minutes by the new collaboration of kinder joy with his favourite series. and that’s how you ended up with twenty kinder joys in your cart.

“i think we should get a couple more,” he kept repeating every now and then, concerned about his chances of getting the character he wanted. what a gambler, you thought, but didn’t mind his eccentricities until-

“rin, you idiot!”

he was immediately by your side. you were back home, putting away groceries when you noticed something missing.

“you got neither the handwash nor the room freshener i asked you to!” you scowled at him, “it was right next to your kinder joy aisle!”

“oops~” was all he said.

so here you were, on your second trip to the supermarket. you purposely had not let him handle the trolley.

“i told you we could just get the handwash at a local store. you-”

“no. it is cheaper here in bulk.” you jabbed your finger into his chest again as if to prove your point.

“fine, fine,” he held his hands up in surrender, “i won’t get distracted this time. promise.”

he walked beside you obediently, calling out names of household items and asking whether you needed anything more than what you came here for.

“what’s could be in this anyway? i haven’t opened it yet,” he pulled out a kinder joy which he had pocketed just before leaving the apartment again. a little something to soothe your wrath.

“get that thing out of my face,” you grumbled immediately.

“not even the chocolate?”

“you’ve ruined these for me, rin”

“you’re being dramatic”

he opened the package and peeled off the cover for the toy inside. you couldn’t help but peer in curiously.

“a ring…?” suna tilted his head to the side. then something clicked, “oh it’s the one he uses to save his village…meh, not that good of a find”

“it’s pretty though...” you comment, looking down at the ring before meeting his gaze.

suna stares at you. then he looks around. no one is in the aisle. he smirks.

“what-”

suna gets down on one knee. he takes your hand in his while you put a hand over your mouth to not burst out laughing.

“my dear y/n. i sincerely apologize for what happened today and i will put in my best efforts for the upcoming grocery runs. they bring immense joy to me and i hope you wish to continue these with me- forever,” he looks up at you expectantly.

“y-yes,” you manage to say between giggles. you’re blushing, embarrassed of being caught in the ridiculous situation, “i forgive you”

he inserts the ring onto your finger with a smile before standing up and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“who’s gonna help you carry the bags anyway, if you stop bringing me to grocery runs?” he chuckles, leading you down the aisle.

“i can carry them myself,” you huff, fiddling with the ring. the weight of it felt good, even if it was plastic.

“nah, i’ll carry all the bags, you just focus on carrying the ring,” suna smiled, ruffling your hair with the hand that was not pushing the trolley.

ah yes, the trolley duty had been smoothly shifted to him.

[kenqo]

imagine suna just pulling your panties to the side and flicking his tongue teasingly on your cunttt omg… him holding your thighs apart as you squirm from how rough he’s eating you out…

and he’s messy too, you’ll protest against him for being so nasty but he doesn’t even really care. if he wants something he’ll get it no matter what- “don’t act like you’re not enjoying this,” he hums, all cocky sounding.

your thighs are trembling so hard, sweet moans and breaths slip out your lips.. making suna’s cock strain in his boxers, already rock hard and pre cum leaking out his pretty tip. “so sweet,” he says, his voice muffled against your pussy.

you let out a breathless whine, “and you’re .. so gross, rin.!” you try to sound like you aren’t feeling good from this, but you and him both knew damn well how much you liked this.

you earn a chuckle from the man and an annoying smug smile- all he does in response to your protest is playfully smack your inner thigh, all while he continues delving his tongue in and out of your entrance as much as he possibly could, his chin soaked from his own spit and your juices altogether.

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why’d you only call me when ur high 😖

[ikejiya]

they're soooo cuteeeee!!

[fayelero]

— SMELL THAT ! rintarou suna

➥ pr : timeskip!suna x fem!reader

➥ syn : your husband decided to prank you by doing this

➥ tw : wife reader, pure fluff.

➥ a/n : omggg I found this in my fyp it’s so funny lmao (am i alone?)

The day had started off quietly for you. Suna had left early in the morning to hang out with Atsumu and a few of his friends, and you used the peaceful hours to enjoy your book and relax around the house. After lunch, Suna finally returned home. He looked a bit tired but still greeted you with a quick kiss on the forehead before retreating to the bedroom for some much-needed rest.

You didn’t think much of it when he disappeared for a while, though you were amused at how his outings with Atsumu always seemed to exhaust him more than a full volleyball match. By the time the late afternoon rolled around, you had curled up on the sofa with your book again, completely engrossed in the story.

That’s when it happened.

Suna strolled into the living room with a furrowed brow, his movements deliberate, almost ominous. His tall frame loomed slightly over you as he stopped at the edge of the sofa.

“Smell that?” he asked, his tone sharp and accusatory.

You blinked, slowly lowering your book to look up at him. “No?” you replied, confused.

“Exactly!” he said, throwing his hands up. “Where is dinner?”

Your brows furrowed as his words sank in. For a moment, you thought he was joking, but his face stayed serious. You glanced at the clock—it wasn’t even close to dinner time yet. Still, his sudden irritation threw you off guard.

“What do you mean, ‘where’s dinner?’” you asked, sitting up straighter. “It’s barely past four! You just got home—what’s your problem?”

He crossed his arms, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I’m starving. I’ve been out all day, and I come home to… nothing? Nothing, babe?” He emphasized the last word, his voice dripping with mock disappointment.

You felt your face heat, a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Excuse me? I didn’t realize this was the 1950s, and I was supposed to have a three-course meal waiting for you the second you walked through the door. If you’re hungry, you know where the kitchen is!”

“I work hard!” he shot back, his tone dramatic and theatrical now, though you were too flustered to notice it right away. “I play volleyball to keep us in this lifestyle, and this is the thanks I get?”

“Are you serious right now?” you asked, your voice rising. You stood up from the couch, squaring off with him. He towered over you, but you refused to back down. “I do plenty around here, Rin! You think just because you’re tall and handsome, you can talk to me like this?”

He opened his mouth, but the moment you caught the faintest twitch of his lips—the beginning of a suppressed grin—it clicked. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

“Wait… what is this?”

“Nothing,” he said too quickly, avoiding your gaze.

“Rintarou Suna.” You folded your arms across your chest. “Is this one of Atsumu’s stupid ideas?”

At that, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. His serious expression crumbled, and a wide grin broke out on his face as he doubled over with laughter.

“Oh my god!” you groaned, throwing your head back in exasperation. “It is! You absolute idiot! I really thought you were mad at me!”

He was laughing so hard he had to clutch his stomach, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “Babe, your face—” he wheezed. “You looked so offended—oh my god, Atsumu’s going to love this.”

You smacked his arm. “You’re the worst! I can’t believe you fell for one of his dumb ideas.”

“Come on, it was funny!” he said, straightening up and wiping at his eyes. “You’ve got to admit it was good.”

“Good?” you repeated, your voice climbing an octave. “You scared the crap out of me, Rinnie! I was about to start thinking you were misogynistic!”

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around your waist despite your protests. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It was just a joke. You know I don’t expect you to make dinner every day. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“You’d better,” you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re making dinner tonight.”

“Done,” he said, grinning. “Anything you want.”

You huffed but couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Lucky and smart,” he teased, leaning back slightly to look down at you. “I mean, I could’ve married someone without a sense of humor—”

“Don’t push your luck,” you interrupted, glaring at him.

He held his hands up in mock surrender, his grin still firmly in place. “Fine, fine. But seriously, baby, you should’ve seen your face.”

You sighed, shaking your head. But then your eyes landed on the sofa pillow, and an idea struck. Before he could react, you grabbed the pillow and swung it at him, hitting him square in the chest.

“Hey!” he protested, laughing as you swung again. “What are you doing?”

“You deserve this!” you said, chasing him around the living room with the pillow. “You and Atsumu are the absolute worst!”

He ducked out of reach, laughing so hard he could barely get a word out. “Okay, okay, I give up! Baby, stop—”

“Not until you apologize properly!” you yelled, whacking him again.

He caught the pillow mid-swing, towering over you as he smirked down at you. “You know you’re not scary, right? You’re, like, half my height.”

“Don’t test me, Rinnie!” you said, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight despite your half-hearted protests. “Okay, okay,” he said, his voice warm with amusement. “I’m sorry. You’re amazing. I love you. And I’ll never prank you again—well, unless it’s a really good idea.”

You groaned, leaning into his chest despite yourself. “Oh hell nah.”

“And you love it,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You sighed, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah, yeah, I do.”

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[swtsaki]

─── ❛❛ Just Company. ❜❜

Rintaro Suna x Reader , fluff / comfort They call it company, but it only ever happens after midnight—and neither of them ever really stops coming back. wc: 769

They called it company because it sounded casual that way, simple. Like it was just two people who hated being alone at night.

It always started with a text. Usually sometime after midnight, when everything felt too quiet and sleep felt impossible.

don’t text 🚫 2:07 am don’t text 🚫 | you up?

No greeting. No follow up. There never needed to be one. And every time, the answer came faster than it should’ve.

That was all it took.

A few minutes later, you’d be outside pulling your jacket tighter around yourself, spotting Suna leaning somewhere nearby like he’d been there forever. Hands in his pockets. Hood up half the time. Looking at you with that same lazy expression that somehow still made your stomach twist a little.

“You took forever,” he’d say.

“You texted me ten minutes ago.”

“Still took forever.”

You’d roll your eyes at that, but you were already falling into step beside him anyway. That was the routine now. One text, one reply, and suddenly both of you were outside wandering empty streets like there was something out there waiting for you.

There never was.

Most nights, the city felt half asleep. Convenience stores glowing under fluorescent lights, crosswalk signals changing for nobody, cold air biting at your cheeks while Suna walked beside you with his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

At first, you really believed it was harmless.

Just company.

Just someone to fill the silence when sleeping felt impossible and your thoughts got too loud.

But things with Suna never stayed simple for long.

Somewhere between the late-night walks and the conversations that dragged until three in the morning, the space between you started disappearing. Your shoulders brushed more often. His hand would settle briefly on your back when guiding you across the street. You started noticing the way he looked at you when you laughed, quiet and unreadable, like he was thinking too much about something he didn’t want to admit.

And the worst part was how normal it all felt.

Like you’d slipped into this version of each other without realizing it.

“You’re staring,” you muttered one night while sitting on top of the jungle gym at a deserted playground.

Suna blinked slowly. “Am not.”

“You literally are right now.”

“Hm.”

That stupid sound again.

You nudged his leg with your shoe, and he looked away finally, though there was the faintest hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

The nights got longer after that.

Or maybe they just felt longer because neither of you wanted them to end anymore.

Sometimes you’d end up sitting in his room with the lights off, your conversations fading in and out between comfortable silence. Other times you’d lie side by side on the floor, phones forgotten somewhere nearby while rain tapped softly against the windows.

Those moments always felt dangerous.

Not because anything dramatic happened, but because of how easy it was to stay.

That was what scared you most about Suna. Nothing with him felt rushed. He’d never pull you closer too quickly or force words out of you before you were ready. He just existed beside you so naturally that leaving started to feel harder than staying.

“You know this is probably a bad idea, right?” you asked quietly once.

The room was dark except for the orange glow from the streetlight outside his window. Suna was lying beside you, one arm tucked behind his head while he stared at the ceiling.

“Probably,” he answered.

“That doesn’t bother you?”

He turned his head slightly toward you then. “Does it bother you?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again, because the answer should’ve been yes.

Everything about this should’ve bothered you. The late nights. The constant texting. The way one message from him could ruin every promise you made to yourself about staying away.

But instead, you found yourself showing up every single time.

And he did too.

That was the problem.

If Suna wanted distance, he could’ve created it easily. He could’ve stopped texting first. Could’ve stopped asking you to come over. Could’ve acted like none of this mattered.

But he never did.

“You should stop answering me,” he murmured after a while.

You laughed softly. “You should stop texting me.”

A pause.

Then, quietly, “Yeah.”

Neither of you moved after that.

Outside, the rain kept falling softly against the glass, and somewhere between the silence and the dark and the warmth of him beside you, you realized neither of you actually wanted this to end.

No matter how many times you pretended it was just company.

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