❥ the many times you & suna get caught making out at school.
i. case one : the bleachers, during practice.
suna rintarou makes eye contact with you in between each successful block.
you ignore it. or try to. but your thighs are squeezing & he’s licking lips & you’re mean with want so you decide you can’t wait any longer. kita calls for a water break & you call rintarou to the stands. dumb dog doesn’t even hesitate.
“what.”
you mouth a come here & he raises a brow, but his feet shuffle after you regardless. he helps you over when you’re just about to stumble under the bleachers, & before the poor boy can regain a balance of his own you’re shoving him against the wall like he’s sack wheat.
he grabs your thighs like it’s instinct.
sugar lips. sticky gloss. heavy palm that can’t decide between your back & your throat. you’re pulling him deeper by the collar & he’s tapping your inner thigh desperately as if to say ‘baby baby lemme breathe’
“where the hell is suna?!”
but his tongue is down your throat so you don’t hear kita’s yell. suna’s palming your hips & squeezing your waist & you’re gasping his name while thumbing his neck and—
“AYOOOO,”
atsumu’s pointing to both of you with gaping mouth & widened eyes. “kita i found them! they’re doing foreplay under the—!”
you’re mortified. suna on the other hand? doesn’t even bother to wipe your saliva dribbling down his chin. he stares at atsumu with twitching brows & twisted face.
“you’re so annoying,” / “and you’re so in trouble”
atsumu doubles over as kita comes in & drags suna out by the collar. you on the other hand shuffle out quietly, quick to sneak away before you can fall victim to further embarassment.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR IN STUDENT GYM
punishment : banned from entering the gym for a week.
issued by: kita shinsuke, sports president.
‘y/n, i expect better from you. and suna, you’re on probation.’
ii. case two : rooftop roughhousing
you think you’re so intelligent.
lunch break & you’re on the school rooftop with a skip in your step. you dragged suna rintarou away from his teammates during lunch & now he trails behind you with hands in his pockets as you hop unto the railing.
thighs crossed. hair in the wind. lopsided grin with blood drenched cheeks & eyes star-achingly bright. “tell me you love me.”
he’s rolling his eyes but his palms find your thighs. “i love you.”
you pout. “say it like you mean it.”
he kisses your neck instead.
you squeal, dodging suna’s kisses as he chases your lips with a grin. he pulls away teasingly before you tug him in by the tie.
you don’t hear the door unlock behind you.
rintarou’s tongue licks your molars. you kiss at his teeth & his thumb grazes your inner thigh as you giggle between his lips. he mutters something about how your gloss tastes like home before a voice sends a jolt down your spine:
“OUT.”
the home room teacher with obnoxious clipboard in hand & outfit desperate to align with the office siren aesthetic. you cling to suna as he quickly lifts you off the railing, palm still gripping your skirt even when he sets you on the ground.
busted.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONS IN RESTRICTED AREA
punishment: detention.
issued by: madam keqing, homeroom teacher.
‘such behavior is not tolerated on school grounds. should this happen again, parents will be notified immediately.’
iii. case three : security snitching
suna’s tapping your thighs like it’s morse code for ‘mine.’
5PM thursday / behind the school gym / your fingers & suna’s belt loop. the middle blocker’s especially hungry today. god knows that thursdays mean you don’t get to share a single class with the athlete; so on days like this when school is long closed & you think no one’s watching he kisses you like he can’t fucking breathe.
point of empasis: you think no one’s watching.
the security camera overhead gets a front row seat to your antics. suna says your gloss spoils in the heat so you lick him off your wrist like honey. he’s pressing you against the wall with teeth on your earlobe like if he bites a little more you’ll seep into his skin. you let him unbutton your shirt & kiss you till he’s love-drunk & bleary eyed.
friday morning starts off in the vice-principal’s office.
black & white images neatly printed on the desk, a fan that blows just loud enough to cover up your feet tapping. you’re mortified. suna’s fingers, however, drum on your thigh like he’s not in trouble for kissing you silly on a midsummer day.
“what do you have to say for yourselves?”
“crazy work.”
you pinch him under the table. you don’t miss the grin that tugs at his lips as he takes a good look at the photos.
“interesting response, mr.suna,” the vice-principal’s eyes narrow. without them leaving suna he continues, “and ms. l/n ? i expect better from you. both your parents will be notified.”
you’re about to apologize & plead on your behalves, but suna notices the worry in your eyes & beats you to the punch.
“wait,” he clears his throat. “i have an explanation.”
“yes?”
“we’re in love.”
he says it like it’s the cure to all your problems. you resist the urge to slap him (and yourself).
“thank you, you are both dismissed. and again, your parents will be notified.”
busted.
again.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR ON SCHOOL PROPERTY
punishment: parent report issued, two-day detention and required report on student ethics.
issued by: mr. ayato, vice principal.
‘inarizaki high makes it a point to ensure student safety by strictly prohibiting sexual or explicit acts on the premises. we hope ms.l/n will heed our warnings, regardless of whether or not she is “in love.”
Suna’s voice was slow, drawling, thick with amusement as he watched you struggle to sink down on his cock, your thighs trembling, fingers digging into his toned chest.
He looked so fucking relaxed—sprawled out against the pillows, hands gripping your hips, half-lidded golden eyes drinking in the way you whined, how your body shuddered every time you took another inch.
“S’too big,” you panted, nails pressing into his skin.
“You can take it,” he murmured, his fingers tightening around your hips. “You always do.”
You whined, legs shaking as you finally, finally sat down fully, his cock stretching you open, pushing so fucking deep you felt like you were going to break.
Suna groaned, his head tipping back against the pillows, his jaw slack. “Shit, baby, look at you.”
You clenched around him, earning a sharp hiss from between his teeth.
“Don’t fuckin’ tease,” he muttered, his eyes flickering up to yours, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “Move.”
Your breath hitched, and you tried—you really did—but your legs were still shaking, body already too fucked-out from how deep he was inside you.
Suna clicked his tongue. “Tch. Cute.”
Then his hands moved—gripping your waist tight, rolling his hips up as he forced you to move.
A strangled moan ripped from your throat as he guided you, dragging you up his length before slamming you back down. The obscene slap of skin filled the room, your moans mixing with his deep groans as he bounced you on his cock, fucking you onto him like a damn toy.
“Fuck, feel so good,” Suna gritted out, watching the way your tits bounced, the way your eyes were going hazy, your mouth dropping open with every sharp thrust.
“Too much,” you slurred, nails scraping down his chest.
“Too bad,” he muttered, voice thick with pleasure. “You wanted to ride, yeah? So ride.”
He helped you—lifting you up, slamming you down, dragging out every broken moan, every desperate sob. Your thighs were burning, overstimulation creeping up your spine, but fuck, he felt so good, so deep, hitting that spot that made you see white.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—‘Rin—!”
His smirk deepened. “Gonna cum?” His fingers pressed into your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles, a cruel contrast to the brutal pace of his hips. “Go on, then. Cum for me, baby.”
You sobbed, body locking up, pleasure crashing over you so hard it stole the breath from your lungs.
Suna groaned, gripping your hips tight, his thrusts turning sloppy as he fucked up into you, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark.
“Shit—fuck—” He shuddered, his head tilting back as he spilled inside you, his grip bruising, his cock twitching as he filled you.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing, your body still trembling from the aftershocks.
Then Suna’s hands smoothed up your thighs, slow and lazy, his golden eyes flickering up to yours, hooded and amused.
It wasn’t cheating — but it broke you all the same.
It started small. Always does.
The first time you caught it, you told yourself you were overthinking. Suna’s lips tugged into a rare, soft smile — one you hadn’t seen in weeks — but it wasn’t for you. It was for the manager. Not because he loved her, not because there was something deeper, but because she happened to be there in that moment, making him laugh.
That should’ve been harmless. But when the boy you love looks lighter, freer, and warmer in someone else’s presence, the edges of your heart begin to fray.
You told yourself you wouldn’t be jealous. It wasn’t betrayal, not really. He wasn’t holding her hand. He wasn’t kissing her. He was just… smiling. Smiling at her in a way he used to smile at you, when your love was still shiny and new.
But over time, the cracks widened.
The small jokes he once shared with you after practice were now reserved for her. The stories he once told you before bed were repeated with a different audience, his eyes glinting the same way they did when he was falling for you.
And you? You became a ghost of his world. Present, but not acknowledged. Close enough to touch, but never the one he reached for.
It wasn’t cheating. But it was.
Not in the physical sense, but in the way he gave pieces of himself — his laughter, his softness, his time — to someone else. And the cruelest part? He didn’t even notice.
One night, when the ache in your chest grew unbearable, you tried to speak. Tried to say, “I miss you. I miss us. I miss being the one who makes you light up.”
But when you whispered his name, Suna only sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead.
“Can we talk tomorrow? I’m tired.”
It was such a simple sentence. No malice, no sharpness. But it cut deeper than any insult could. Because to him, your pain could wait. To him, the heaviness in your voice was less important than a good night’s rest.
So you stayed quiet. And in your silence, you broke. Slowly, quietly, invisibly.
The next day, you didn’t bring it up again. You smiled when he spoke, nodded when he asked small things, but you stopped reaching out. Stopped tugging at his sleeve when you wanted his attention. Stopped waiting for the warmth that no longer came.
And Suna… didn’t notice.
At first.
But then he realized the silence wasn’t soft, wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy. You weren’t laughing the way you used to. Your eyes no longer searched for his in the crowd. Your hands no longer lingered near his, waiting for him to intertwine his fingers with yours.
And when he turned to you — finally, belatedly — he found you slipping away.
It hit him like a gut punch. The way your eyes looked at him now: not angry, not jealous, not accusing. Just… tired. Worn down. Like you’d been fighting a battle alone, and he hadn’t even realized there was a war to begin with.
Suna remembered every smile he gave the manager, every laugh he shared that wasn’t with you, every night he brushed you off because he was “tired.” He remembered, and it sickened him.
Because it was never about the manager. It was never about someone else being better. It was about him being careless enough to make you feel second best.
And by the time he tried to fix it, to pull you back, to tell you he was sorry — you were already gone. Not physically, maybe. But emotionally, you had shut the door, locked it, and swallowed the key.
Regret is a cruel companion. Suna carried it with him, heavy and suffocating, every time he saw your empty smile. Every time he realized the light in your eyes — the light he once thought would always shine for him — had dimmed.
“Fuck-“ I moan out feeling my eyes roll back into my head. Another orgasm crashes over me. My legs start shaking, and I felt like my muscles were on fire. He just looks down at me, with a daunting smile on his stupid smug face. He hooks his hands under my knees pushing them up to my chest, slowly stretching me out with his thick length, dragging against my gummy walls. “Ngh- so tight for me?” He says chuckling softly. He leans down pressing small kisses to my forehead. “Cmon baby give me another one, mmm you can take it? Right princess?” He taunts me as he pulls all the way out from his tip and slams back into me, his hips pressing into my rear.
18+ Your boyfriend Rintaro makes you fuck yourself on his cock.
cw: Unprotected sex, dirty talk
note: I think about this often.
The second you got Suna’s text that he was home alone, you were already on your way. Practice match had run long, and by the time you slipped into his room he was freshly showered, hair still damp, sprawled across his bed in a black hoodie and gray sweats. Phone in hand, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, he barely glanced up when you closed the door.
You kicked off your shoes and crawled onto the bed, settling right beside him. The ache between your legs had been building all day, and seeing him like this—tired, lazy, unfairly hot—only made it worse.
Suna hummed low in his throat as you slid your hand under the hem of his hoodie, fingertips tracing the hard ridges of his abs. His skin was still warm from the shower. You leaned in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down the side of his neck, tasting the faint salt left behind.
He didn’t move. Just kept scrolling through funny reels, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was trying not to smirk.
Your hand wandered lower, slipping past the waistband of his sweats until your palm brushed over the growing bulge in his boxers. You rubbed him slowly, feeling him thicken under your touch, and a quiet groan rumbled in his chest.
Then his fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping you.
“If you want to get fucked,” he drawled, voice low and lazy, eyes still glued to his phone, “you’re gonna have to do it yourself. I’m not moving a fucking inch tonight.”
Your breath hitched. He was being so mean, so effortlessly cruel in that calm way of his, and it only made you wetter.
“Fine,” you whispered, already shifting.
You pushed his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his cock. He was already half-hard, thick and heavy against his stomach. The sight of him made your mouth water and your core clench. You quickly shed your skirt and panties, leaving your top on, and straddled his hips.
Suna’s cock was big, and even just rubbing the head against your slick folds made you whimper. You lined him up and slowly sank down, inch by inch. The stretch burned in the best way; even halfway in it already felt like too much. You gasped, thighs trembling as you worked yourself lower, taking more of him until you were fully seated, his cock buried deep inside you.
“Fuck… you’re so big,” you breathed, forehead dropping against his shoulder for a second.
Suna let out a low, amused hum, still scrolling. “Yeah? Keep going then.”
You started moving, rolling your hips in slow, experimental circles before lifting and dropping back down. Each slide of his thick cock dragged against your walls, sending sparks of pleasure through you. He stayed completely still beneath you—no hands on your hips, no thrusting up, nothing. Just the occasional lazy groan or muttered “fuck” when you clenched around him particularly hard.
His phone shifted. He moved it to rest against his chest, angling the camera down to capture exactly where you two were joined.
“Look at that,” he murmured, voice rough with arousal but still so casual. “My pretty girl fucking herself on my cock like she can’t wait another second. So desperate… riding me while I’m too tired to do shit.”
The words went straight to your clit. You moaned louder, bracing your hands on his chest as you rode him faster, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room. The phone kept recording, Suna’s gaze flicked between the screen and your face, lips parted, eyes dark.
“Shit, you’re taking me so deep… bouncing on it like you own it. Keep going—make yourself cum on my dick.”
You were trembling, thighs burning, the stretch of him still bordering on painful in the most addictive way. Every time you sank down fully, the head of his cock kissed that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. His free hand finally moved—just enough to brush a strand of hair from your face before dropping back to the bed.
The pressure built fast and overwhelming. Your rhythm turned sloppy, clit grinding against his pelvis with every downward stroke. Suna’s voice stayed low and teasing through it all.
“Yeah… just like that. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. Gonna cum already? Go ahead, baby. Cream all over my cock while I watch.”
That was all it took. Your orgasm crashed through you hard, walls fluttering and clenching around his thick length as you cried out, hips stuttering against him. You collapsed forward onto his chest, panting, trembling.
Suna finally set the phone aside. His arms came around you loosely, and he pressed a couple of lazy, surprisingly soft kisses to your forehead, thumb stroking your back in slow circles.
“Good girl,” he murmured against your hair, voice warm with quiet satisfaction. “Took what you needed, huh?”
You could only hum in response, boneless and satisfied against him, his cock still twitching inside you as the aftershocks faded.
It was not often when you two had arguments, but oh boy..when you did. You are angrily yelling at him. you didnt know what came over you...amd you just spit at him. He is shocked, amused even and can't belive what you did...but after all..he is sucker for unpredictable woman, since he is unpredictable man himself. He smirks as he grabs your chin while pinning you against the wall..he looks down at you and slips his thumb between your lips as he whispers huskily.
