"Me?" you looked at him, he nods. "I think - I have not. All the past relationship that I had was just boys saying that they wanted to date me, and I'll say 'okay' without thinking much about it."
Suna just stared at you like he can't grasp the idea of you not falling in love.
"Is it strange, Rin?"
"You have not said 'I love you' to all the boys you've dated before?" he asks. You shrugged.
"Why are you being weird? Weirdo." you rolled your eyes.
"If you," he stutters, "If you never fallen in love with anyone before then fall in love with me. Even if not's all at once. Just, just fall in love with me, okay?"
You're awestruck with his confession and no words could express how happy and confused you are right now.
"Is this one of your sick jokes, Rin?" you tried to change the subject, "Did you lose some bets with Miya?" you laughed awkwardly.
Suna did not break his eye contact with you - it felt like he is staring in your soul and reaching for your heart.
"I'll treasure you. I will make you happy every day. Just fall in love with me."
"Man, okay I get it that you finally spill the beans to her but you've been yapping for two hours already and it's freaking 3AM." Atsumu yawned over the other end of the line.
"I can really talk for hours about the things that I love about her - she is so .."
"Yeah, I get it. Let's just sleep man." Atsumu ended the call and set his phone to Do Not Disturb.
summary: your most hated classmate is at the same halloween party as you, fuck or ignore him this go around?
wc. 1,738
tw. fem!reader, college au! cursing, teasing, degradation, literal hate fucking, suna being a menace, fingering, hair pulling, brat taming, hard dom suna! w/ sub reader
an. based on this request, though this can be read alone. my third piece for kinktober, i hope you enjoy! <3
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“beer?” the tall lingering shadow asks you, fingers nudging a red solo cup in your direction, you never make eye contact instead swatting away the drink.
“no, not drinking” you mumble, eyes trained on your phone, easing away from the tension of hoards of people crowding around you, not knowing anyone—or not caring enough to know anyone.
“that’s too bad, you truly are so stuck up” the voice is husky, taunting you from your enclosed shell, you snap your eyes to the figure, his lips curling when you finally make eye contact.
“you have got to be fucking kidding me” you rasp, deadpan expression when suna smiles down on you “oh sweetheart, don’t act so happy to see me” he laughs, pulling a strand of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear “you’re looking beautiful as ever.”
“whatever, i’m leaving” your white dress catches wind when you spin around, heading towards the door and out of this shitty halloween party and even more shit since he’s here.
suna watches your back inch towards the door, pushing past cheap costumes and messy colored faces, he pauses a second to collect his thoughts, mind running different scenarios—he follows behind you.
he watches from afar, your body slumping against the brick wall in defeat, halo hung on your head tilting down when your face crashes in your hands, shoulders dropping and suna feels somewhat bad for being a nuisance to you everyday in class.
the feeling doesn’t last though when he thinks about how cute your face scrunches up from frustration of him, eyes knocking in the back of your head at his obnoxious comments and he most certainly cannot forget how hard you came on his fingers weeks ago—in class.
“i can see you” you look up from your position on the ground, drawing your eyes over to his taller shadow, hands shoved in his pocket whilst he tries to hide behind a bush, “is the horns isn’t it?” he flashes a grin, poking his fingers on the red makeshift devil horns on his head.
and again, rintaro suna makes your gut twist at his annoyance but within the moonlight peeking through covered trees, he matches the look—so devilishly handsome.
“wanna get outta here, angel?” he questions, “my dorm is right around the block, gotta bed with your name on it” he motions his finger across the street, you could deny to the gods right now he doesn’t make your stomach churn at his obvious flirting but it’s a whatever situation at this point; whatever happens, happens.
“don’t call me that” you grunt, jumping to your feet and walking to his side, “but that’s what you are, the angel of my dreams” he coos, turning to face you “you know i’ve been thinking” he pauses, eyeing over your disgusted face made at him, he internally laughs at how much you truly do hate him “your pussy—”
your cheeks feel hot, warmth collecting in the apples when suna leans in closer to your face “how tight you were wrapped around my fingers, how hard you came” he whispers now, hot breath fanning over your lips “what do you think you’d do if that was my dick instead?”
you stay silent, lip held tight between your teeth till the point of blood rising to the surface, suna made your blood boil—you’ve hated sitting beside him in class, you hated him—hatred had spread so much to the point that when nights felt lonely, all you could think about was him when your fingers sunk deep in your hole, pumping to the thought of him doing it instead and that alone just added fuel to the fire.
“but enough about your perfect cunt—come on” suna intertwined his fingers with yours dragging you to the door of his apartment complex, he turns to you opening the door “last chance to run away” he leans down to your level, lips brushing against your ear “tomorrow you probably won’t even be able to walk.”
“you’re an ignorant prick, i swear” your jaw tightens, walking through the door he’s held open for you, turning to him once he begins following behind “you’ll barely get a peep outta me” you flip your hair at the comment and suna could of sworn his dick twitches in response.
“sit” he motions, large hand padding beside him on the small bed “oh.. i guess you probably don’t listen to what you’re told” suna grins, his devil horns shining brightly on his raven locks “would you please sit beside me, my sweet innocent angel?” your eyes squint at him, watching his head cock to the side, curiosity settles in his bones, he just loves to toy with you anyway he can.
your leg brushes against his when you bounce down on the bed, “so my angel can listen to demands” suna flickers his eyes over your costume, glossing on your bare legs and back up to your bleak eyes “i told you not to call me that” you roll your shoulders, settling into his bed.
suna raises his head from looking over your body, his hand rising to card through your hair, his soft is touch—tenderly drawing the digit down to your plump lips “what should i call you when i fuck you then?” he hums, finger dipping inside your mouth and not another thought crosses your mind but sucking on it.
suna watches your lips wrap around his digit, bobbing your head down on his thick finger, you pull off with a pop—he groans, fingers running along your chin and gripping your face towards him “answer me, angel.”
you’d had enough of this, your cunt throbbed whenever he looked at you, thighs rubbed when he talked to you and you’d gave up on this game—you wanted him now.
“d-don’t care anymore, just fuck me—please” you beg, lips crashing against his own, bigger palms swallowing your face as he moves you on his lap, your clothed pussy grinding on his bulge “just like that, you’re putty in my fucking hands, you slut.”
suna lifts your dress above your head, hands coming down to unhook and toss your bra on the floor, mouth guiding down to twirl his tongue on your perked nipple, his calloused fingers skimming the soft skin “you won’t be smart after tonight” he says, pushing you down on the bed, yanking his shirt off—the devil horns tilting down his raven hair and tumbling down beside you “i’m going to fuck you stupid.”
“just shut up and do it you pussy” you moan, pushing down the last fabric tied to your body, fingers messily grabbing onto his broad shoulder connecting him back with your lips “i don’t even know why i’m doing this, you’re disgusting, a fucking idiot with no brain cell in that stupid head” you whimper, trying to act the part but his fingers sink inside your cunt—played all over again like in class; you truly are just putty in his hands.
“and here you are, opening your legs for me—begging me to fuck you. cock hungry whore” he spats, curling his fingers inside your tight walls, moaning out when he watches your back arch off his bed.
“fuck you” you grip at his hand, tears prickling your vision at the thrusts of his fingers, knuckles knocking against your bare ass “don’t be so impatient, angel” he smirks, pulling his soaked fingers out and loosing his clothes to the floor, cock fisting in his hand suna aligns it with his hole.
“god, rin—fucking god” you mewl when he finally pushes in your hole, hands caressing down your bare thighs and hiking them over his shoulders “you’re so tight” he groans, starting a slow pace into you, his hands coming down on either side of your face and you don’t want to, you hate to admit it but you’re searching for him through his pumps inside you, you want him.
“i remember all those times you bitched at me for coming late to class, yelling at me when i turned in work wrong” suna pauses, he leans down further until his nose brushes across your face, lips so close you can smell the lingering alcohol on his breath added with sugary candy “but all i thought about was fucking your brains out, fucking you till you couldn’t even fuckin’ talk.”
suna just laughs to himself when you clench back, words left unspoken from either pure rage or the fact of how good he was fucking you. he’s craved this for so long, the endless nights fucking his fist to your warm cunt, ignoring anybody that came his way because the thrill of you hating him was just so much better.
“i’m close” you manage to slip the words out, hips rocking to his deep thrusts, hands slipping between the strands of your hair to grab a fistful and guide your mouth to his “cum on my cock, be the good little slut you are” he coos, tightening his grip and pumping his dick harder until white creeps into your vision.
“cum for me angel” he snarls, hips snapping faster—ascending into the pleasure with you suna feels his cock throbbing harder, pulsating through the tight grip your pussy has on him “i’m gonna cum, may i?” he politely asks, laughing when you can’t answer back, eyes rolling inside your head, “already fucked stupid huh?” he taunts when you start to unravel under him, legs shaking and trembling when the white coats your body.
“yes—cum in me, wanna feel it” you whimper, the prominent veins that run through his cock drag against your walls, sending you into an overstimulation of nerves but god did it feel good, and suna just eats it up, finally fucking you, cumming inside you—all it took was the bare miminuim and here you were.
“mmh, take it all you fucking slut, gonna fill this pussy up” suna snaps into you one more time, drilling deep in your cunt till he paints your walls with pretty white ribbons of his seed. suna smiles down on you, lips curling devilishly when you avoid his stare “i still fucking hate you” you say, pushing him off of you, the ache between your legs already taking effect.
suna leans back from you, running his hand through his hair as he watches you wobble around to grab your clothes “really? because i like you.” and you think he’s just spouting absolute bullshit like he always does but when you turn back to look at him, his features soften and that gleam hangs in his eyes—the same one when you first met him.
tw. blackmailing, non consensual recording, manipulation, degradation, orgasm denial.
ii.
“n-no,” you said, shaking your head vehemently.
rintarou hummed, trailing a finger down your cheek. “but, you said you’ll do anything. you promised.”
your eyes widen, you did promise that you would do anything. and this was for the sake your reputation, if anyone found or saw those videos, your social life would be over. “b-but, i’ve never...”
rintarou paused, “innocent act isn’t so fake, huh? you’re a virgin, l/n-san?” you shook your head, you weren’t a virgin. mentally rintarou pat his shoulder. “then, what is the problem? l/n-san does keep her promises, right?” he smirked inwardly. hook, line, and sinker.
“i do keep my promises.” you insisted. “i’ve never had s-, y’know, in public before.”
rintarou hummed, “sex in public is a no go, hm?” you nod shyly. “but, masturbating is?”
“that’s different!” you say defensively.
“how is it different?” rintarou shot back, inwardly laughing at the exasperated look slowly crawling onto your features.
you sigh, “if i do this, you’ll delete the videos?”
“of course,” not.
you nod then, “okay. but, please be careful, suna-san.” you said, eyeing the carpet ground. “i don’t want carpet burn.”
“i’ll wouldn’t dare mark your pretty skin, i’ll treat you like a doll.” he lazily smirked.
as gently as rintarou could be without acting too overly eager, he laid you against the ground, bunching your skirt up to your waist before looping his fingers through your panties. pulling them down, he could only groan at the sight of your wet cunt staring at him. “you look so good, l/n-san.” he praised quietly.
“suna-san, don’t say those things.” you requested quietly, turning your head to the side. you gasp suddenly, feeling something warm and wet against your clit. as his tongue circled around your bud and up and down your folds, you placed your hand against your lips, refusing to make another sound. you wither when you feel his finger push in, whimpers breaking free when he adds another.
“move your hand,” rintarou ordered, and you did as told, keeping your mouth closed tightly. suddenly, your legs were pushed up towards your shoulders, presenting your dripping cunt. “look at you, your cunt so wet and dripping.”
“suna-san!”
“i know, i know. don’t say those things!” he mocked, diving back in and latching onto your cunt. he licked and bit, and sucked, leaving you a whimpering mess. but you needed more.
“your fingers, suna-san.” you finally said, sighing in quiet relief when he pulled away and allowed you legs back on the ground.
“i have something better than fingers, l/n-san.” rintarou said, unbuttoning his pants and yanking them down to his knees. the noticeable bludge in his briefs caused you to gulp, he looked big. “don’t look so scared, pretty girl. i promised to go slow, and be careful.” but not for long, he added in his mind. he was determined to fuck you silly, fuck you to the point where you’ll want nothing else but his cock.
“o-okay, just... don’t hurt me, please.” you look into his eyes, blinking in confusion at the sudden look in rintarou’s eyes, it was quiet for a moment as he continued to stare down at you. then, he was nodding, muttering something incoherent.
the pressure against your entrance caused your fingers to latch onto the skin of his biceps, mouth dropping slightly as his hips thrusted. soft whimpers left your mouth, as pressure begin to build, the steady drag of his cock against your gummy walls.
but the slow pace was starting to get tedious and you needed more. “faster, suna-san… please.” you pled, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.
rintarou only hummed quietly, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he stared unfocused between you both. the slow drag of his cock in and out, the way your tight weeping hole sucked him back in greedily. “fuck,” he whispered. “you’re so tight, l/n-san.”
“suna- ah!” you moan filthy, legs locking tightly around his waist in an attempt at bringing him closer. his hands gripped at the skin of your hips, leaving behind harsh imprints that burned you up inside.
“you’re taking me so good,” you fluster at his words, but couldn’t fix your mouth to scold him again. his words were dirty yet caused your cunt to drool. “so fucking wet, you want me to go faster, yeah?”
“yeah…” you repeated after him, nodding. your eyes meeting his.
“yeah,” he smirked, eyebrow jumping upwards slightly.
his hands left your hips and positioned themselves around your head, and the sounds of skin meeting skin immediately fills up the room, your moan rise in pitch as your own fingers latch onto his sides and dig.
you quickly become unfocused, eyes widening as your mouth form an ‘o’ shape. “good, so good,” you whimper out around your moans, squealing softly when rintarou leaned down and bit along the column of your neck. he sucked and licked a bruise into the skin, groaning out his own pleasure.
“feels good?” he muttered against your neck, you moan in reply and he laughs breathlessly, leaning away and back. he stared you down, eyes hungrily taking in your body. “you feel good, you know?” he smirked when you turned your head, obviously too shy to hear what he had to say. “tight around my cock, so warm and wet. but, you don’t want to hear that, right?”
“p-please, don’t say those things, suna-san.” you requested, intaking air as you feel your stomach tighten and your muscle lock.
“i’ll keep those videos, l/n-san,” rintarou whispered, watching as your eyes began to focus up. “and this one,” he said, hand coming between you both as he began to thumb at your swollen clit.
you couldn’t respond as your orgasm began to come over you in waves, sending chills through your spine, but just as quick rintarou removed his thumb from your clit. smirking as your orgasm disappeared and your walls fluttered around his cock at the sudden lost.
“that’s not a problem is it?” he said as your high was completely ripped from you, looking into your teary eyes, mischief dancing in his.
and you began to realize slowly that he was never trying to get into your pants, your teary eyes finding the hidden camera pointed toward you both.
anons who asked for the part 2 months ago and are just now getting the notification.
here i am, 335 days later with a part 2 that should’ve been out months ago. whoopies. i lost my inspiration somewhere along the lines of loosing my will to live, hahaha. 🙂. anyways. i’m back, fr this time. requests are open for the animes i’ll write for, they’re listed underneath my pinned post.
“I’m sorry, the number you have called is currently not in service…” greeted Oikawa for the nth time that night, causing the brunette to groan in frustration. He knew this would happen though—- after you two split, you both had agreed to sever any form of communication, until both of you were completely healed from the breakup. Oikawa knew it was for the best though, because he could never bear lose you and you could never refuse him, which lead to an unhealthy cycle that led to the same issues never being resolved. Lately, he had been doing better, he only thought about you late at night and when he had one too many drinks (which was less frequent now compared to right after your departure). Tonight was particularly hard, however, and he waited for the familiar tone that signaled him to give yet another long speech about how he missed you, praying you were secretly playing back his messages.
Atsumu stared at the unfamiliar numbers scribbled on the slip of paper the woman that he bought a drink for had handed him. She was the first girl he had talked to since your breakup that he considered taking back to his place, but he decided against it when he remembered all the times you had stumbled through the apartment door with him. He couldn’t even remember what drew him to the lady, perhaps her perfume was a little too close to the one you wore regularly. He would never admit it then, but he always loved how his shirts smelled like your perfume after you wore them. Your scent had faded from your old pillow and his shirts; your presence gone but still lingering in his apartment like a ghost. Atsumu discarded the piece of paper in the trash, wondering how long he’d spend chasing after your scent, hoping it would fill his senses again.
The thing Suna wanted most was his best friend as he laid drunk on kitchen floor at 2 AM. Not the Miya twins, but his true best friend— you. The person who would come collect him whenever he had too much to drink, who got his humor perfectly, and the person he loved most. But he lost his best friend when he lost the love of his life, leaving him utterly heartbroken. He knew it was the best thing for both of you, but why did it have to hurt so damn much? He just needed his person back. He needed his best friend to talk about the empty feeling in his chest he always felt now that you were gone. Suna always told people he was in love with his best friend, but he never thought he’d see the day when you were nothing to him.
Kuroo swears he hears your laugh as he walks down the street. He whipped his head around, craning his neck to find your face in the crowd. But he was met with strangers whose faces paled in comparison to yours. You were the most beautiful person to him— always had been and would be. On bad nights where his thoughts got the better of him, he would fear that other people would notice your beauty too and take you away from him. Kuroo felt a little sick at how he let this fear drive you away, and he couldn’t take the thought of you with another, even though he thought you deserved better than him. He let you leave him, so he told himself he wasn’t allowed to feel sad about the idea of you moving on. But was it so terrible to still wish you were with him hand in hand, walking down the street?
sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: kicking kuroo, sakusa and suna in the balls on accident
ᴀ/ɴ: gn reader - not proof read
— 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐭.
okay so kuroo decided to be a goofy lil shit and started to tickle you
and obviously you started trying to squirm out of his grasp cuz who tf wants to be tickled 🤨
then, it happened
fully stops talking for like 3 minutes to wallow in the pain
“Ku-uroo stoppp” You’re wheezing, trying to push off the weight of your boyfriend who was smiling at your demise. He has you pinned against his bed with your arm virtually trapped in between your chest and his own.
“But why? You look so cu-” Kuroo stops talking as his face slowly starts to contort into a pained expression. At first you’re happy to have his fingers removed from your sides but when they dart down to hold his crotch, you realise that you must have kicked him right in the balls on accident.
You’re trying to shoot our apologies but you can’t help but laugh as he dramatically falls over but you guess you can’t say much - you haven’t had your groin kicked for a while.
“Tetsu are you okay?” You’re giggling as you rub his back but he continues to just hold his junk as he breathes in dramatically. Perhaps you had more strength than you thought you had?
— 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐤.
baby he’s gonna act like he doesn’t know you anymore
ultimate betrayal even if it’s in accident
i hc that kiyoomi has never been hit in the nuts so you’re literally the only person to cause him this pain
like he’s literally just trying to get in bed and you turn around and 💥 bam 💥 he has felt the pain he’s dreaded every day of his life
“Kiyoomi get in already!” You’re whining as you stare up at Kiyoomi who’s taking his time to get ready. It’s absolutely freezing thanks to Decembers unruly coldness and no matter how many layers you pile on you can only seek warmth in Kiyoomi’s arms.
But as you roll over and accidentally get your feet stuck in the covers as Kiyoomi leans over the bed, you make contact with his crotch.
“Sorry, did I kick you?” Innocently you peer over the bundle of covers to find Kiyoomi bent over as he holds his stomach. You can’t even find the humour to laugh at the unfortunate event as he glares at you.
“Kiyoomi! I’m so sorry!” You’re leaning over to grasp his hands to show him how sorry you are but he pulls away. Of course he decides to be difficult. Kiyoomi had always secretly been a drama queen.
No matter how many ‘sorry’s’ or how many kisses you try to plant on his face to tell you how sorry you are for accidently kicking him he still decides to sleep with his back facing you.
— 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫.
suna is a talker okay?
he curse the fuck out of you because it fucking hurts
but, to set the scene yall were literally just chilling and suna was all buzz cause he finally got the pint of ben and jerry’s he’d been wanting for a while
he was even going to share it with you! but you just had to backstab him smh
You’re played over the sofa and getting ready to watch a movie with your boyfriend who finally got some alone time with you. His sister had previously hogged you to play dolls with her and you couldn’t resist the suna charm! So for the last few hours before her bedtime you were playing dolls, dress up and helping her colour in her princess book.
Suna excitedly taps your legs to tell you to lift them from the sofa so he can sit down and you can throw your legs back over but he miscalculated his sitting position and your feet came swinging back down directly on his dick.
“Suna, holy shit i’m sorry!” Immediately you lept into action as he drops the pint of ice cream to hold his groin, spews of curse words falling from his mouth.
“What the fuck [y/n]? It’s like you wanted to kick me in the dick!” He’s groaning, leaning over as he glared at you through the side of his eye.
“Why would I purposely kick you in the dick, Rin?” You’re laughing at his exclamation but he’s not seeing the humour as he grabs the pint and unceremoniously holds it on his crotch.
note: this is my, valeriwa's, work and i won't hesitate to call out anyone who decides to plagiarize my writing. this is not allowed and please be decent human beings and just don't. i've seen a lot of people plagiarizing works and straight up denying it?? like it's the same word-for-word and they're like?? it's my work tho??
UNFORTUNATELY DISCONTINUED !
pairing(s)
suna x fem!reader
summary
as the head of the very popular newspaper club, you have decided to heed the advice of the miya twins' fanclub and make a volleyball column. however, your club mutually agreed you'd be the one to gather content and coverage. something that started out as professional and friendly spiral out of hand as blushes rise and hearts race and a bunch of volleyball crazed doofuses think it's time you and mr-i-need-memories get together.
genre
fluff, strangers to lovers, canon universe, two dense idiots, get-the-two-idiots-together trope
warnings
mild cursing, nothing else so far!
schedule
updated every week on wednesdays. i most definitely will not be able to stick to this schedule but i will try, please bear with me lmao
summary: just you and your boyfriend kissing on a sunday morning like the usual
[10:34 am]
" baby, come here " he stated. you were already out of bed, sitting at your desk that is in your shared bedroom.
"hm? im working on my project, suna" you replied back. you heard him groan at the word "project " because he knew if school or anything to do with work was involved during your weekend. you wouldnt spend a ton of time with him in bed or in general.
"well baby, im going to miss the feel of your touch sooner or later," he looked at you, from the back of your head all the way down to the chair. you felt eyes on your entire body like a predator with its prey.
"okay okay, ill come back into bed soon" you lied.
" no, you're lying and i can tell you are because you're smiling at your screen" he smirks.
you had no choice but to resist towards suna because if you didnt, suna wouldve been dragging you to bed and show the pictures he took of the miya twins yesterday after practice.
"okay you win" you say getting out of your desk chair. you saw his smirk turn even wider as he saw you slip into bed.
"suna sometimes you're a pain in the as-" you were cut off by feeling him, pull you close to his broad chest.
"hmm? what did you say, baby?" he yawns softly, his hands in your hair touching it smoothly.
" hmm nevermind, you're tired aren't you?" you asked. his eyes were already closed along with his breathing, its pace had slowed down.
you looked at him with the most softest look on your face. without hesitating, you gently kissed his eyelids, forehead, nose, and his lips. last night you had put honey flavored lip balm on your lips to make your lips not end up chapped.
you didnt notice someones eyes were slightly opened once you had finished your small kissing session, you felt someones lips on your neck.
" hmm? suna?" you looked at him, finding him smirking widely to himself.
"that was really cute of you, baby. too bad i was awake that entire time" he laughed, remembering the feeling of your soft lips all over his face.
"it was ? how were my lips against your face, dork" you asked, not noticing his arms firmly holding you against his body.
"it was very soft, what flavor did you put this time?" he asked curiously.
"honey " you replied.
"honey huh? i kinda liked it" he said truthfully.
"then maybe tonight ill use the same one, honey lover" you jokingly stated.
" can i have more though?" you heard him ask you.
"maybe, or maybe not. depends if you let me work on my proj-"
this time you were cut off by his lips against yours, softly kissing you in bed.
every sunday at least, always had looked like this. you wouldn't have wanted to kiss your fox eyed like boyfriend no other way than this.
