it is a fact that suna rintarou likes his girls a little mean. mean in the way you tilt your head playing dumb so the person who made fun of you has to repeat their words to expose their idiocy. someone who didn't sweeten her words, a girl who scoffed at him when he was being an idiot with the twins.
you, who roll your eyes as a habit when someone is being an idiot instead of just ignoring them. you, who called someone an asshole to their face one, ready to fight, and he who just stood behind you and said "yeah, you heard her", ready to follow you into battle. you, his yet to be girlfriend, who snapped back at him. who looks at him like he's interesting, but not impressive enough to her standards.
the girl who moves around the EJP raijin arena like she belongs there. the one who wears his jersey—even when you two are nothing yet—raising an eyebrow at the dirty looks the jealous fangirls shoot you as if saying 'you really think you look better than me?' as you cross your pretty legs and lean on your seat, expecting suna to entertain you.
you who catch him staring before the game and approach as he's warming up and say "rintarou, i just want you to remember one thing for tonight". stepping into his space, fingers straightening the collar of his jersey with immense confidence.
sunarin who lifts a brow, amused and tries to guess "that... winning isn't everything...?"
you, whose voice is light and loaded with a smug smile as you pat his chest twice, laughing at his stupid inference "nobody likes a loser"
suna, who smirks as he watches you go and touches his chest right where your warmth can be felt. rintarou who likes being bossed around by you and only you.
a/n: i have this hc that suna, sakusa, and kageyama like their girls a bit mean<3
˗ˏˋ cw ꒱ the pros and cons of riding sunarin. pro? he’s a good fuck. con? his mouth never stops running.
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You sit higher than Rin like this. Perched in his lap, the tops of your feet digging into the cushion with each push upward, muscles relaxing as you sink down on his cock.
The pace is slow and sensual. Rin’s head tipped back on the couch. His gaze is heavy, fully molten as he tracks the gentle bounce of your tits. The way your lips part to take a breath that’s sharp on the inhale and shaky on the exhale when Rin decides not to be lazy and curls his hips.
Rin gives you a breathless little laugh, your startled, pleasured expression accompanying another sudden jerk of his hips amusing to him. You shoot him a withering look and dig your nails into the skin on his shoulders.
“Aw,” He coos. “Don’t look at me like that, pretty girl. I’m not being lazy now, am I?” His palms smooth from your hips to your bare ass and he taunts, “What? M’giving you exactly what you wanted,” as he smacks one cheek and then squeezes both. Uses that rough grip to help lift you up and guide you down.
“Rin — ah!” You cry, pitching forward. “Fuck!” The drag of his cock is wicked, but you keep enough sense about you to pinch his bicep in retaliation. His smug grin widens. A high pitched, sharp moan tears from your throat. “Y-you’re such a —,”
“Dick?” He taunts. Rin suddenly grips your hips and jolts you down over and over, thrust after thrust. You gasp, entire body flushing red hot with pleasure. “No, I’m giving you dick,” he corrects, soft pants making his words airy and light.
Your fingers curl in the silky hair at the nape of his neck and, with a tight hand on Rin’s jaw, you demand, “Stay still.”
Frenzied hips freeze.
Rin melts, lashes fluttering. You manipulate his head to nod yes. “Mhmm,” he agrees with a ditzy sounding hum through pursed lips. You let go of his jaw and kiss him.
Despite his agreement, Rin’s still a little shit. It’s in his nature to fidget as your hips grind in small circles, his thumb searching for and finding your swollen clit, swirling steady circles.
Rin’s lips part, as do yours, and he teases between the space until his hot tongue slides over yours. You rise up halfway and sit down, feeling the heavy stretch Rin’s thick cock. You moan, biting down hard on his lower lip, and Rin smiles, lip stretching between your teeth.
Your foreheads knock together. “Close,” you whine. His tip is pressed firm to your g-spot, applying pressure with each back and forth grind of your hips.
Rin’s thumb speeds up.
“Cum for me,” he whispers against your lips, begging.
The hot rush lets loose before he stops talking. You’re pressed so close Rin’s hand is trapped between your stomachs, forced to still. His chest is sweaty and sticking to yours, the squeeze of your pussy making him cum with a soft hitch of breath.
With your face hidden in his neck, body slumped onto his, Rin pats your ass gently and says, “Good game, baby.”
sum. two months into your relationship with your current boyfriend, your ex-fwb finally sends you a voicenote to let you know exactly how he feels about it.
When you posted your first official pictures of you and your new boyfriend, you had expected Suna to react…negatively. You basically braced for impact the moment you hit post, but all you got from him was an Instagram notification and two texts.
sunarin liked your post.
rin ;)
lmk if you want me to delete our pics.
and hmu when you two break up :p
You never bothered replying, initially not sure how to reply, and then forgetting about the texts entirely. The two of you barely have any contact for a few weeks after that, but he's obviously keeping up with your socials; liking every post and viewing every story. It doesn't bother you, but it's weird going cold turkey on your relationship like that. You had expected him to reach out for some sort of closure. You wanted him to.
Halloween swings by in no time, and (much to you boyfriend’s dismay) you dress up as a sexy nurse. You don’t remember much of the night, but you do know that you posted a picture of you and your friends all dressed up on your story before getting blackout drunk.
Your phone dies early on in the night. Your friends take good care of you up until it’s time to bring you back home, and you don’t wake up until the afternoon. You don’t check your phone until a couple hours after that—long after it's been turned on and charged to 100%.
When you finally check it, two particular notifications catch your attention.
sunarin liked your story.
rin ;)
Voice Message
The voice message is 12 minutes long.
You exit your texts immediately, opting to distract yourself by tending to your other notifications. It doesn’t help much. Your mind races, wondering what he was talking about for so long and if it was really so important that he reached out after almost four months of near-silence.
You toss your phone onto your bed, shaking your head. You try to ignore it, cleaning the bathroom and folding the laundry and vacuuming the living room all in an effort to forget about the lengthy recording sitting in your phone.
But it doesn’t take long for the curiosity gnawing at you to win.
You practically run back to your bedroom, grabbing your phone and sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed. Your fingers move quickly across the screen, hitting play without hesitation.
The first 8 seconds are nearly silent, and you start to wonder if it’s possible that he sent such a long message by mistake.
But then you hear a heavy sigh.
“I like your costume.” His tone is hushed, like he’s telling you a secret. “You look hot.”
There’s another moment of silence, like he’s giving you a chance to change your mind and stop listening.
But then Suna moans and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.
“You never answered my text, y’know. When I asked if you wanted me to delete our pictures. So, uh, I kept ‘em.”
Oh.
Oh fuck.
“I’m looking at one right now. It’s from last Halloween. When you-“ His breath hitches. “When you went as a Playboy Bunny.”
You remember. Suna dressed as Hugh Hefner and the two of you went to a party together. Then he took you back to his apartment and fucked you while you were still wearing the bunny ears and bowtie.
You’re pretty positive you’re not wearing the bodysuit in the picture he’s looking at.
“I don’t know how much of this night you actually remember, but I can describe the picture for you.”
You tense, anticipation sending goosebumps up your arms.
“You’re kneeling on the ground, looking up at the camera, and you’ve still got those bunny ears on your head.”
This voice message is going in the last direction you thought it would. Is he—?
“You’ve got cum all over your face, baby.” He laughs to himself before continuing. “And you’re sticking your tongue out like a fucking whore.”
Suna takes a ragged breath, a sound you're all too familiar with. It confirms your suspicions—he’s definitely jerking off.
“That was a good night. We had a lot of good nights.” He sounds miffed all of a sudden. “I seriously doubt the boyfriend is fucking you as good as I did.”
You suppress a shiver. A pang of guilt heats your chest at the mention of your boyfriend. You should stop listening. Delete the message. Tell him to delete the pictures and then probably block him.
Or you could let the message keep playing.
Suna inhales sharply, followed by a shaky moan. You swear you can hear the sound of his fist stroking his dick.
“I hope you’re not letting him put it in your ass like you let me. That’s our thing, okay?”
Under different circumstances you would have laughed.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “And I hope you’re not letting him spit in your fucking mouth. Or–shit–doing that thing where you’d suck me off with your head hanging upside down off the bed.” He falters at the end of the sentence, groaning into the phone.
“I’m not gonna–” he interrupts himself, sighing deeply. “I’m not gonna pretend I’ve been happy for you. I miss you.”
You feel hot all over, a heady combination of annoyance and arousal and embarrassment. There’s a dull throbbing between your legs and in the back of your mind you wonder if this is what Suna wanted when he sent the message.
“Just–just let me fuck you one more time. Okay princess? I’ll make it sooo good for you,” he whines. You can hear his hand picking up speed.
“It’s still early. Two months is nothing, it won’t even count as cheating.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “God, just one last time. Please?”
Without thinking, you grab a pillow and position yourself over it in a straddle. You won’t let him fuck you, but that doesn’t mean he can’t make you come one last time.
“I promise I’ll do that thing you like with my tongue. And you can pick all the positions if you want to.” There’s a tremble in his voice. “Or just lay there. I’ll do all the work.”
You grind into the pillow beneath you, picturing the expression you know he’d be wearing if he were in front of you–batting those dark eyelashes with raised eyebrows, just barely able to control the smug curve of his lips.
Heat pools in your gut and a whimper falls from your lips. Suna keeps talking.
“I know you miss me. You have to. You’re probably touching yourself to this right now.”
You gasp softly and rock your hips faster.
“Such a fucking slut.” You hear the telltale quiver in his voice that tells you he’s getting close. “My fucking slut.”
You moan, his words giving you flashbacks.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, I’m coming,” he rasps, before letting off a series of moans and whimpers that almost make you concede. You grind harder into the pillow beneath you, imagining Suna in his room, chest heaving, talking into the phone and making himself come to pictures of you.
That does it. A tsunami of pleasure washes over you, forcing your body to tense before you go limp, collapsing onto your bed with a shudder.
You and Suna breathe in tandem, both of you catching your breath.
You hear another laugh through the phone. “Damn, that was a lot.” There’s the sound of sheets rustling. “Kinda made a mess, princess.”
He’s silent for another few beats before clearing his throat. “Text me, okay?” he says quietly. “Please.”
thinking of getting a little too fired up while sitting first row at one of Suna’s games and screaming at him to just fucking block the son of a bitch!! only for him to turn to you, panting heavily as if the sweat wasn’t indicator enough, and literally whine about how he’s fucking trying, god dammit!!
thinking about making out with suna rn... #needthat. slow but deep. until both your lips are red and kiss bitten and slightly puffy. the feeling of his tongue in your mouth, him groaning into the kiss while your fingers are in his hair and his hands are running from your waist to your hips to your ass to your thighs... need to sit on his lap and dryhump and make out while his hands are on my ass actually. gonna dream about him.
