10.31 ִ ࣪𖤐 costume sex , ft. rintarou suna, issei matsukawa, hajime iwaizumi, shoyo hinata (and a surprise bonus!)
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needy!suna rintarou x reader
hi!! so glad you liked it!! wow this took me so long i'm so sorry! i just could not find a way to write it without it being exactly the same as kenma's!
warnings. heavy nsfw, minors DNI
details. fem!reader / forbidden, established relationship / manager!reader / vocal!suna / whiny!suna / needy!suna / bratty!suna / liiiight mommy kink nobody freak tf out!! / suna has a cute laugh / creampie / raw cuddly sex / 1.9k words
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"Don't look at me like that, Rin'."
Your fingers were smushing the lower half of his face, angling his head away from you. His head stayed obediently forward at the center court, but those eyes were still piercing through you.
Through his fishy-lips, his words became jumbled together, "'can' helb i'--,"
It wasn't his fault he looked so mean, so critical when he focused in on something.
"I can't help it," He spat, rubbing his jaw.
Suna wasn't careful about his hand placement. The members of Inarizaki knew you had been dating for a time, but Coach Kurosu did not need a reason to question your managerial position.
When you pushed his hand away from your waist, his face scrunched; that mean and bitter look returned, tenfold.
A frustrated, hushed, but not quiet, "I want you."
Though it wasn't an appropriate time, place, or circumstance, it would be lie to say that it wasn't hot. The unique mixture of his assertive, court-like focus and lesser-known bedroom-only begging forced you to cross your arms.
"You-," You glanced around, thankful nobody heard that, "Have a game to focus on."
The attitude he gave was not only unwarranted, but it succeeded in making you less receptive. To you, it was obvious that he was only looking for an out. He was tired and halfway through a challenging match. You couldn't spare to be his partner right now, and he did not like that.
He sucked his teeth, tapped his foot, crossed his arms, worked his jaw, and gave you a sharp sigh, all within five minutes of angry silence.
What a whiny bastard.
You found his struggle almost amusing. At the moment, it was more important to maintain your focus, for the both of you.
Still, it kept you wondering throughout the remainder of the match: What had you possibly done to warrant such a strong response?
Every instance that he had to be around the bench, drinking water, a temporary switch-out, he would send you a deeply dissatisfied glance. You didn't justify it with a reaction. He was being bratty.
Though you were a prude, anti-PDA personality in public, especially around the team-- you were the one to push him back onto the mattress and throw his shirt across the room, once you were back at his place.
"Fuck--mnh!"
That pretty sigh was all he could get out before you were on top of him.
"Start talking," You muttered. Your shirt was off in seconds.
His breathing grew heavy, eyes black with lust at the sight of your pretty skin, his favorite bra he clocked earlier under your shirt- the whole reason his mind got to spinning.
Suna was kept this irritating, calculating, slithery persona up around his friends, and especially during matches, because he learned that it kept him safe. He didn't always like being so on edge. He wanted to trust somebody enough to tell them everything that passed through his mind, to be skin-to-skin and a little weird, because you were comfortable and safe.
Here, under you, after enough love and time, he knew he didn't need to waste energy on appearances.
"I- ah-h, I just wanted you so bad," Was his honest attempt at an explanation.
He sat up to touch you, kiss you, but you kept him to the sheets with a forearm.
"Are you trying to get me kicked out?"
Suna huffed, eyes bouncing from your face, to your confined tits, then back, "What?""
Your legs slid a bit further apart, weight settling better onto his warm lap, "If Coach finds out we're dating, you know I'm gone."
You snapped, just for emphasis, but he flinched, "Like that. In an instant."
He was painfully hard. You could feel him throbbing, even through his combo of athletic shorts and thick sweatpants. Despite the circumstances, you knew he was keen enough to understand that you were a little pissed off about his lack of restraint.
He was in that spot you liked seeing him work through. Struggling, deciding whether to be nice, or snarky.
"You're smarter than that, baby," Was much kinder of a statement in tone, but it tipped him off to be rude, instead.
Those narrowed eyes dripped down to your chest slow, sweet, like honey.
"Why'd you wear that, then?" He felt you stiffen. He placed a hot palm onto your hip to help his well-intentioned venom settle.
You couldn't believe that was his entire problem, summed up in five words.
"Are you really so dirty-minded that you could tell what bra I was wearing? Under my shirt?"
The call-out was meant to return his energy, but he responded in a more secure way than you.
"When it's you, yeah--," He sat up with ease, against your pushing, just to remind you that he could outclass your force if he wanted to. He caught your small frown and he corrected himself, "Yes, ma'am."
You gave a small hum, a low-lidded stare right back at him. He was so hot when he deferred to you.
It warranted a strong, messy kiss- all charged with hours of denial, suggestive glances, and too many minutes of clothed rubbing.
All your clothes came off in a range of easy to difficult, distracted efforts.
Suna lay under you, all flushed and twitchy with anticipation. Your hands flitted down his sensitive, strong sides, his cock crammed between your legs, getting spoiled and slick. Not inside, not just yet.
You loved tickling him just to hear his laugh.
And he'd tolerate anything with you gliding over his dick, like that. Giving him such a good view.
"Shhh-haha-h-ahh!" He bit his lip to keep from giggling, moaning, too much or too loudly.
That look he gave you was enough. All twisted, pleading, intelligent. Like he knew exactly what he said and how he said it, would get you turned on.
His sound was adorable, rare.
It was unrestrained, and light, cute, enough to understand why he kept it behind his hand around his friends. Sounded exactly like something a bunch of guys might make fun of him for.
"Hmm.. Let's cuddle fuck," You pressed a tingly kiss just under his ear.
You knew he was feeling lazy. Your job today wasn't easy, either. You wanted to feel close at the end of a busy day, more than anything.
Suna was warm, and tired, and tacky to the touch but it all added to how badly you wanted each other. It was a demanding match, and getting all upset with each other made it feel that much longer.
Slick, and hot, and easy was the adjustment to him. Nothing to do with his real size- you were just ready, after having to put up an act, as if you were too above all of it.
The panting you had to listen to on the sidelines, watching him miss his mouth with the squeezy bottle, all the sweat and water dripping onto his jersey, it ate at you, corroded the brick walls you put up. Even his frustrated glare was sexy. He couldn't stop looking at you, even with an important task at hand, or when his teammates needed him to focus.
Now he fucked you like your mean -still, justified- rejection was never a problem, like he was savoring you slowly.
"Yes-yes, yesyes," Suna swallowed up your moans in a greedy kiss.
"Mmh- how's that feel--?" You purred.
"So good," A satisfied groan, "Fuck- Got such a perfect pussy."
His hand kept your thigh up, your knee close to your shoulder. He inspired a gasp at how quickly he bottomed out to your teasing.
He stretched you so good, so easily, and kept your trembling steady in his grasp-- but every sound he made was shaky, barely held together, and never masked.
After three months, Suna decided at some point on his own that he could trust you enough to completely let go in the bedroom. Though he naturally gravitated to a more submissive role, he usually said some downright sleazy, vulgar shit to get his kicks.
"A-ha, h-fuc-k, aughh, you feel so good, you--," His breath clipped into a high, closed-mouth whine as he pulled you harder onto the base of his cock, just flexing hard, as deep as he could get.
Your teeth sunk into his pillowcase, fingers filled with plush.
The knowledge that he loved it, but couldn't ever get as deep as he wanted, had your strength waning. Squeezing, bracing, at all the butterflies tired you out.
Although, if it were a competition, Suna had you beat by a mile. The drooling, whiny mess behind you may have had enough to strength to use his body weight to keep you smushed, but you could tell he was sloppier, clumsier, with exhaustion.
He buried his face in your neck.
"I-I'h- needed you so bad," His moan was so light and breathy- like he was swimming on Cloud 9-, "So-h, so... fucking...bad."
Your uncontrollable squirm to get away from the sensation was met with instant crushing. Even if you wanted your thigh back, it would never happen.
"Mh-h-! Rin-," You tried to speak, but he was hitting all your angles just right, so you stopped.
His words were twisting up that knot in your tummy, the trap of his arms a steady, innocent backdrop to how filthy he decided to fuck you.
Slurred mutters, consisting of mostly nonsense syllables and phrases, sometimes bred real messages like, "So hot," "Mommy," "So much," and, "'Can't take it."
His yapping, you thought, may have been a way of making up for how little he spoke, usually. You were generally much quieter than him here, but outside of the bedroom, the opposite remained true. It was cute.
"M'so- close-mh," His groans were short, choked on pleasure, his squeezing desperate and uneven.
The idea of him finishing close, hugging you, just like this, was too hot to let not happen.
You gathered yourself to tell him, "C-um-- Mh, inside, pretty boy."
"F-uck!" That tone completely tipped him over the edge.
Your grin was to yourself, twitchy and genuine, before the feeling of fullness set in.
He was left to fuck out his load as deep inside of you as he could get, "Fuckfu-ck- Ahh-hh-!"
Your nails dragged across his skin- the white hot, pulsing enough to spur a sudden orgasm. Dark lines remained in their wake as your muffled whines filled his ears.
And Suna was nothing if not dedicated. He fucked you as well as he could through your own, whinier, less violent experience. His breath, laden in the resolution of his own, was hot and tingly across your sensitive ear.
You squeezed his arm to stop and he finally let your leg down.
"Hm...sorry," He mumbled into a peck against your cheek, "You okay?"
Sore, and achy, you shared a giggly kiss. He softened naturally and you readjusted to hold each other, warm and soft, with chemical infatuation.
"Mhmm," You stole a longer, slower kiss.
Those pretty eyes watched you, worshipped you, as you rubbed your hand across his jaw.
KITTY?
ft. suna rintarou (haikyuu!!) x female! reader
⟢ content warnings timeskip!, smut, friends to lovers maybe, jealous! rintarou, fingering, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), public (??? i think), he calls you "kitty". lowercase intended. unedited. minors do not interact.
⟢ notes supposed to be for halloween last year buuut i got busy 🤕 would love to write for kinktober this year so hopinggg 🤞 also it's been a while since i wrote this type of stuff so it's kinda eh
"you're not even wearing a goddamn costume!"
you glared at him upon seeing the casual outfit he was wearing: a black hoodie, some jeans, and white sneakers, which was a complete contrast to your outfit.
he kept a straight face as he shrugged, "i didn't think i had to."
now you felt a bit shy under his gaze. you were right in front of your best friend in a black cat costume — a black tank top, miniskirt and boots, along with cat ears and a belt that has a tail attached behind.
it was halloween night, with your friends already at the party. and as always, rintarou said he would pick you up... because that's what best friends do, right?
"meow." his mouth quirked up slightly, and your stomach twisted. what the hell? "come on, kitty. we're gonna be late." he turned around and you followed him towards his car. you scowled at the nickname. well, you kinda liked it... but you had to pretend you didn't.
you smacked his back, "don't call me that!"
rintarou just chuckled and opened passenger door for you. you slipped inside, trying to hide the heat rising to your cheeks. by the time he got in, started the engine, and began driving, you still couldn't stop thinking about the way he looked at you earlier...
okay, what the hell are you thinking right now? rintarou's your best friend!
you tried to forget about what you were feeling towards him, but it was hard because he's literally right there beside you... his elbow was propped against the window, knuckles resting on his jaw as he drove.
he looked so relaxed and effortlessly good.
and for some reason, it was hard to look away from him, but you manage to before he could catch you staring.
when you arrived at the venue, it was already buzzing as the bass vibrated through the floor. the dj was bopping their head to the music blasting from every corner, and people were dancing in different costumes.
rintarou took your hand as he led you to a table where your friends were already gathered.
"y/n! rintarou!" your friend handed you both drinks. "come on, have fun!"
and a few drinks later, you slightly felt warm but you weren't tipsy, you were still aware of your surroundings and what you were doing.
you were dancing with your girl friends when a guy in a vampire costume walked up to you. "hey." he smiled, dancing along. "you enjoying so far?"
you smiled back, "yeah. it's been a while since i attended a party again, i..."
behind the vampire guy, you see rintarou across the room sitting on a stool, drink in hand as he watched you. but the way he was watching you was different — it was as if he was jealous. was he?
trying to ignore it, you continued entertaining the guy in front of you. when you looked behind again, he wasn't there anymore, but then...
you felt an arm snaking around your waist, startling you, "mind if i steal her for a while?"
the vampire guy's eyes widened, probably assuming he was your boyfriend. "nah man, go ahead." then he walked off.
you turned to rintarou, scowling. "i was talking to him."
he pulled his hand back. "were you, now?"
"what is your deal?" you glared at him as his jaw tightened. "seriously—"
before you could continue, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the crowd.
"rintarou, hey!"
he led you into an empty room that smelled faintly of alcohol and smoke. your heart raced as he closed the door and locked it.
"what the hell is your problem?" you glared at him.
"you."
your brows furrowed, "what—"
your words were cut of by his lips, shutting you up. his hands found your waist as he pulled you closer, and you couldn't help but kiss him back, raking your fingers through his hair.
it was obvious that you both have been wanting each other for so long. would this ruin your years of friendship? probably.
he pushed you gently against the wall, never leaving your lips as his hands slowly trailed down to your hips. "please..." you whispered between kisses, guiding his hand to lift up your skirt.
he pulled away, slightly panting as he looked at you. "you sure?" and when he saw you nodding, he made his way between your legs.
you gasped as he managed to slip his fingers underneath your panties, massaging your wet clit. "a—ah, rin!"
"shh, wouldn't want anyone to hear you moaning, now would you?" he whispered into your ear before his tongue licked the shell teasingly, causing you to bite your bottom lip to suppress the moans threatening to escape you.
but fuck, you couldn't help the whimper leaving your lips as he knelt down, "w-what are you...—" he pulled your skirt up all the way, revealing your lacy panties.
rintarou looked up at you, "wet already?"
your grip on his hair tightened, "p-please..."
"please, what?"
"i need you..."
he flashed you a teasing smile before removing your panties, putting your leg over his shoulder, and kissing your inner thighs.
it wasn't long until he buried his face into your pussy, tongue swirling your clit before sucking it. you tilted your head back as he inserted two fingers inside you. "oh— god...!"
he ate you out like he hasn't eaten for days while he finger-fucked you.
the way he looked up at you, curling his fingers inside as he sucked on your clit...
you felt a knot in your stomach as your breathing became quicker, "fuck! rin, i'm close!"
he pumped his fingers faster, and his other hand gripped onto your hip, holding you in place. "go on, kitty."
you put your arm over your mouth, biting it as you came, "mmhh, f-fuuck—!" your body shook at the pleasure, feeling him lapping up every drop on your juices.
once you recovered from the orgasm, he pulled back, looking up at you as he licked his fingers clean. you let out a breathy exhale at the sight... before you realized what he just called you.
"kitty? are you serious?"
rintarou stood up, a teasing smile on his face. "well, you are one right now."
you rolled your eyes. "so funny." when he put your panties back on and tugged down your skirt, you mustered up the courage to ask him, "so um... what happens now?"
he took a step towards you, putting his hand on your waist and placing a kiss on your lips. "if it isn't obvious enough, i like you. and i want to be with you."
wc: 1.0k
content warning: kinktober day 16 - lingerieeee :PPPP, smut, hubby suna x reader, reader felt frisssky but pretty vanilla, not proofread
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something about today made you feel absolutely compelled to wear your friskiest set of lingerie under your regular boring clothes just to feel a bit mischievous while doing ordinary chores around the house.
well, your husband definitely knew something was up in the air. it was like your shirt was see through our something, he couldn't stop staring at your figure—like your lacey ass bra was making your chest appear differently through your normal fitted tee.
or maybe the way your thong hugged your slit, showing off your curves and plumpness of your ass even better through your short shorts you wore. the way his slender eyes wouldn't keep them off you when you sat on the couch watching tv—showing him the tiniest little opening from the bottom that let him peer at your black lacy undies.
gosh, he felt like he was being teased without even saying a word to you. you were basically some serious eye candy that he couldn't just wait to unwrap and suck on you like a lollipop.
"hey.. why're you so sexy today?" suna surprises you from behind, his arms firming on your waist while his warm lips meet your neck as you're washing the dishes.
"haha. very funny" you huffed at him, trying to finish up the last dish.
"am i just horny orr, something's different with you" his hand starts to linger in opposite ways, with his right reaching lower and left reaching higher.
feeling you through the thin fabric of your clothing, there he's got the answer—the laciness being revealed with a simple touch and sensation that made his heart skip a beat, thinking about ripping your clothes off to see his surprise.
watching you shake the water off your hands, immediately he's picking you up bridal style and scurrying to your bedroom as you gasped his name in shock.
"rin!" you laughed when you realized he was basically gonna take you to pound town the moment he dropped you on the bed and started stripping off his clothes.
tearing his shirt off from his tall stature, suna's revealing his delicious body. lean, flexing with every moment, and of course a small trail that led to his bulging tent in his sweats. he's grinning with sinful intent noticing the way you looked at him with interest.
"you did this on purpose didn't you.. thinking think i wouldn't notice?" your husband whispered in your ear.
his fingers grasp along the hem of your shirt before pulling it up with haste to unveil the sexy piece of lingerie he bought you last week. he's absolutely hard to the max, face flustered as he gulps hard at the sight.
the way the wires of your bra cupped your breasts just perfectly like the way he intended it to be, absolutely tailored to your body. not to mention the way the black lace made it look extra sinful on you, gosh he was ready to rip it off.
"fuck.. you look so good in this" he bit his lower lip admiring his contribution to your underwear collection, "i've got good taste, huh?"
though before he could fully indulge in dripping lust, he's pulling your little tempting short shorts down in one swift motion to show him your cute and seductive thong that covered practically nothing. shit, did he know what he was doing to himself....
"...i might just cum in my pants," he jokes with a hint of truth as he licks his lips.
under him, barely covered up—you can't help but rub your thighs, ready to get absolutely obliterated by his fat cock. you're watching him get fully undressed, pulling down his boxers to reveal his raging erection that burned a fiery red as it sprang about, hit his lower abdomen, smearing a bit of precum onto himself.
in his palm he's got himself stroking along with the sounds of his wet precum being dragged up and down his length. you can't help but watch with complete desire for him to just shove it in and make an absolutely wreck out of you.
"god.. i can't watch anymore" putting your head back down onto the matress, catching his attention, "rin just fuck me already."
you whined with eagerness.. and oh, did he shove it in. suna wasted no time parting your legs open like the red sea and pulling your thong to the side to make room for his bulbous, mushroom-like tip to press and enter while you choke from surprise.
"you're so fucking naughty, y'know that?" suna tsked you off with a finger flicking off your little bundle of nerve.
his full cock was thrusted into you with one big push that made you bury your head way back into the plush sheets, mouth dangling open as your eyes rolled back into their sockets. the stretch was immaculate the moment he started to yank you back up and down on his fat dick.
it burned and stung in the best way possible, and quickly faded into pleasure the moment he was able to find you sweetest spots and get himself into every crack and crevice of your body. damn did he want to see his cum cover all of your little sexy lingerie pieces he picked out—it was like you erupted a primal instinct deep inside him.
his hands were slowly pulling you up by the back of your knees, essentially putting you into a mating press as he continued to piston his cock into your tight little hole repeatedly while your breathing hitched—unable to keep up with suna's great pace.
the faster he went, the thicker the white creamy rim around the circumference the base of his cock got.. and he was going ham, like a man who has never gotten pussy before.
every thrust, your mind kept getting blanker and your view was shortly being washed over with white. when you came back to consciousness, all you saw were your legs being absolutely folded as he continued to rut his bruising cock into your cervix as your back arched off the mattress.
"y'look too pretty to last for so little time...." was all he muttered out before you climaxed once again, and again.
The rain tapped gently on the windows, a soft rhythm that matched the quiet calm of the room. Kiyoomi lay half-reclined against the headboard, curls still slightly damp from his shower, his shirt wrinkled from how long he’d been lounging. You were nestled beside him, one of his arms wrapped lazily around your waist, your legs tangled together beneath the blanket.
His kisses weren’t rushed. They were slow, unhurried—like he had all the time in the world. He leaned in with a quiet breath, brushing his lips over yours once, then again—slightly firmer the second time, his hand rising to cradle the side of your face. His thumb gently traced the corner of your mouth as he kissed you deeper, lips parting just enough to breathe you in.
He kissed like he was trying to make time stop—each motion deliberate, each brush of his lips slow and reverent. There was no pressure, no haste—just the warmth of his mouth, the soft inhale between touches, the way he tilted his head ever so slightly to deepen the kiss and draw it out longer.
Between kisses, he’d breathe softly against your cheek, his eyes half-lidded and serene. Sometimes he’d pull back just to look at you—his dark lashes casting shadows over his cheeks—and though he said nothing, the faint curve of his lips and the warmth in his gaze said more than words ever could.
“Comfortable?” he’d ask, voice low, almost a whisper.
You nodded, pressing your forehead against his, and he hummed in quiet approval before kissing you again—slower this time, like a quiet promise. His lips moved with yours in a rhythm so effortless, so steady, it felt like the safest silence in the world.
Suna Rintaro :
The TV flickered in the background, some random show neither of you were really watching. Rintarō was lying flat on his back, one arm behind his head, the other lazily wrapped around your shoulders as you rested half on top of him. His hoodie smelled like his cologne and warmth—something comforting, something safe.
He tilted his head slightly to glance at you, a soft smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re clingier than usual today.”
You rolled your eyes, but your fingers tightened in the fabric of his hoodie anyway. He chuckled, eyes half-lidded as he leaned in and caught your lips with his—slow and deliberate.
It started soft, but lingered. His lips brushed against yours, then returned again and again, like he didn’t want to pull away. He kissed you like he had nowhere else to be—pressing in with a little more pressure, then easing off, savoring the way your lips moved with his. His mouth was warm, a little lazy with sleepiness, and every time he parted his lips, he did it just enough to deepen the kiss, to let it stretch a little longer than necessary.
His fingers played absently with a strand of your hair as he kissed you, looping it slowly around his finger. Sometimes he’d pause, just long enough to breathe you in, eyes still closed, then lean back down and kiss you again—longer, slower, like he wasn’t done yet.
“You’re warm,” he mumbled into the kiss.
“You’re lazy.”
“Mhm,” he hummed, not denying it, dragging you even closer so your body was fully draped across his. His lips grazed yours again, and this time he didn’t pull back for a while—just stayed there, slow and steady, as if kissing you was the only thing keeping him grounded.
And like that, the two of you stayed—kissing in slow intervals, the world fading out into the hum of background noise and the quiet comfort of each other’s presence.
what deity has blessed him to have this opportunity? the life he has with you right now, are what he's cherishing. seriously, what did he do to deserve you?
he gets to see that pretty smile of yours everyday, hears your voice that he swears makes him melts, and enjoying every domestic moment together with you, even when one time you accidentally burn a hole in his shirt because the iron was too hot—then later that day he went and bought a steam iron instead.
he smiles when you whine to him how your skincare is running out, and the next day you are shocked to see a whole new set of it on your vanity. you showed him the buldak ramen recipe on your reels, and then when you're unloading the groceries suna had brought home, surprised to see the stuff thats not on your list as you hold two big packet of carbonara ramen in your hand. you told him that you wanted to try the ribbon croissant that's been trending in the city, so he got them for you to try despite having to wait a long queue for it.
its what the least he could do for you. he loves to see you happy. he loves to take cares of you because it makes you happy. and happiness makes you prettier than ever. no wonder you have gotten so prettier everytime he lands his eyes on you, because his love for you is what has been shaping who you are today.
── THE SWEET scent of sugar, butter, salt, and chocolate chips filled the air. you and suna decided to take a break from studying and spend the evening together.
and what could be better than a movie night with the man you love, complete with freshly baked cookies to munch on during a rom-com?
suna wasn’t much of a baker—you usually handled that part—but he was always on washing dishes duty and admiring how pretty you looked as you put the tray in the oven.
even the smallest things always made him so whipped for you.
taking off your mittens, you sat down on the sofa in the living room. you motioned for suna to join you and said, “fifteen minutes, then we’ll check on the cookies."
suna replied with a curt nod, setting a timer on his phone. he would do anything you asked, even skip practice just to hang out with you. after all, he sometimes couldn’t bear to hear the twins fussing for the millionth time.
he glanced at you a few times, noticing how engrossed you were in the movie, even though it had just started. his eyes shifted to the screen and he noticed how the male and female leads looked… oddly like you two.
however, he shrugged it off, figuring you hadn’t noticed and it wasn’t worth mentioning. when the timer went off, you jumped up to check the oven. suna tossed you the mittens so you wouldn’t burn yourself.
you pulled out the tray, satisfaction spreading across your face as you smelled the chocolate chip cookies.
simple, but tasty.
your boyfriend grabbed a plate and carefully helped you stack the cookies, bringing them to the living room. you poured a glass of milk and joined suna.
now, you were both enjoying the movie and the sweet treats.
“hey, i just noticed they kinda look like us.” you said, pointing at the main characters while taking a bite of a cookie.
"oh, they do? i didn’t know that.”
AUTHORS NOTE. let’s hope i get back into writing tmrw 😇😇 i made this even tho should be studying my flashcards rn LMAOAOAO
