it is a fact that SUNA RINTARO 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.
˗ˏˋ fem! reader besties!
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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.”
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!!
Boyfriend!Suna who prefers to stay in and watch a movie with you. Both of you sprawled across the sofa, blankets and pillows scattered everywhere. You're both not even watching the movie properly, mainly on your phones, but in some way he's always grounded to you - legs intertwined, hands brushing, playing with your hair. He always has some form of contact with you.
Boyfriend!Suna who worries he'll lose you in public when you decide to wander off. His solution? Well, it's to keep you anchored to him by tugging at your belt loops or slipping a steady arm around your waist. He likes using his calloused hand to gently palm at your waist to keep you anchored to him. The second you even think about slipping away, he’s pulling you back before leaning down slightly and raising an eyebrow at you.
Boyfriend!Suna who loves it when you play with his hands. When you gently trace around the numerous callouses littering his hands from intense volleyball training or when your smaller fingers mindlessly fiddle with his larger ones.
Boyfriend!Suna who likes to keep a part of you with him throughout the day. One of your hairbands? Fake nail glue he keeps just in case one of yours falls off again? The little hand cream you love the smell of so much? Either way he's always prepared if you need anything.
Boyfriend!Suna who acts like you've been married for 30 years already. He keeps a photo of you in his wallet - although it's tearing at the sides and has creases, it's still his most prized possession.
Boyfriend!Suna who tries to get you a sweet treat after his practice. There's a bakery which you love close to the gym. Every so often he comes back to your shared apartment, hiding the box behind his back, fox eyes softening slightly at the edges as you squeal in delight and place the box on the counter before launching at him to give him a hug.
Boyfriend!Suna whose friends all know about you. They know your favourite flowers, snacks, movies.. the list is endless. “My girlfriend did this..”, “Oh my girlfriend likes…”. All because this emotionally constipated man actually never shuts up about you.
Boyfriend!Suna whose love language is quality time. You could be sitting in silence or be out and about. Either way, all he wants to do is spend time with you regardless of what you're doing.
Boyfriend!Suna who hides when he's flustered very well. Except you've realised that his ears tinge the faintest pink and so does his neck which he often tries to hide by placing his hand over it.
Boyfriend!Suna who never got over his nerdy interests as a kid. He still collects pokemon cards and you know he’ll give you any of the ones you want, always reserving the cute ones for you.
Boyfriend!Suna who loves to make playlists for you. Any songs that remind him of you are immediately added and he’s always playing them on repeat. He loves to create playlists for the both of you and always listens to new music you recommend him.
Boyfriend!Suna whose camera roll is full of pictures of you. Most of them being candids he took when you weren't looking - one of you brushing your teeth in the mirror, another of you feeding some ducks at a pond… all of these little moments he can’t bear to delete.
Boyfriend!Suna who loves to tease you and make you squirm - it’s his way of showing affection towards you. He’ll purposely tighten lids of jars just so you’d go to him, a pout adorning your lips as you begrudgingly ask for help. He’d also place jars on the highest shelves just so you can ask for his help. He’d come up behind you, chest brushing against your back and rough hands gripping your waist before leaning up to retrieve said jar. All whilst acting nonchalant and trying to see if he can get a reaction from you.
my first post - lwk so scared
shoutout to my twin may who helped me brainstorm, mwuah i love u
10.18 - kinktober day eleven ִ ࣪𖤐 first time , ft. rintarou suna
there was no one you hated more than rintarou suna. your big brothers’ best friend was one of the most annoying guys you’d ever had the displeasure of meeting. he’d kick his feet up on your living room coffee table, shoes and all, as if he lived there himself. he’d go into your kitchen, make himself food, put empty milk cartons back in the fridge and empty cereal boxes back on the shelf. he’d walk into your room all too casually, leaning against your doorframe with a crooked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when he caught you red-faced and slamming the lid of your laptop shut.
“whatcha lookin at?”
“nothing suna, seriously, do you ever learn to shut the fuck up? or knock for that matter? jesus fuck, this is none of your business and frankly i’m getting tired of you barging in here like you own the place, dipshit. just because my brothers are friends with you doesn’t mean–” he walked across the room throughout the beginnings of your rant, winding up right in front of you. just a few inches from your face, his eyes flicked down at your lips and back up to your eyes, leaning in ever so slightly and letting out a small, breathy laugh at the sudden stop in your speech. “relax, princess. i’m just sent to tell you dinner’s ready. don’t gotta get your panties in such a twist.”
your face turned a deeper shade of red. “shut up, suna.”
“when are you gonna drop that?” he asked, back facing you on his way towards the door. “drop what?”
“‘suna’.”
“why wouldn’t i call you suna? the fuck would you prefer?”
“well,” he trailed off, head over his shoulder to smirk at you. “oh my god you’re the worst. get out!” you threw a pillow at his back.
“ow, damn. i was gonna say ‘rintarou.’ get your head outta the gutter, sweetcheeks.”
“literally shut up. leave. i’m so deadass, get out of my room.”
you fell back on your bed, holding a pillow against your face and letting out an irritated groan. what a dick.
rintarou suna was fucking awful. at least, you’d always thought so. until one night, he was sleeping over with the twins, and there was a thunderstorm outside your window. it was late, had to have been past one or two in the morning. you were still up, low music playing from your speaker on your bedside table, curtains drawn wide open and all of your lights off: the only illumination being from the occasional lightning strike. you heard a couple light taps at your door, and almost missed them over the cracks of thunder echoing in your room through the screen of your open window. you walked over to your bedroom door, expecting a frightened atsumu or simply empty space where you’d tricked yourself into hearing something. no part of you expected to see a stone-faced suna, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.
“suna? what, why are you here? shouldn’t you guys be asleep?”
“twins are out cold.”
“okay, so… why are you at my door right now?”
“why are you still up?”
“stop avoiding my question.”
“fine. just making sure you’re okay.”
“and why would i not be?”
“i dunno, thunderstorms can be scary.”
“mhm, right. well as you can see i’m perfectly fine. i like watching the lightning anyway. it’s comforting, somehow.”
“could i watch with you?”
“... suna are you scared of thunderstorms?”
“no!! god, i’m not seven.”
“are you sure? cause your eyebrows look a little too furrowed for someone who isn’t afraid.”
“i’m fine, yn.”
“so then again, why are you really here?”
“are you really gonna make me say it?”
“yep.”
“fine. i’m scared of thunderstorms.” you laughed in his face, out of surprise rather than mocking. “i knew it. big strong rintarou suna: scared of a little storm.”
“shut up,” he rolled his eyes, “...wait. so you think i’m big and strong?”
“goodnight, suna.” you tried to shut your door but he stopped it with his foot.
“ow.”
“dude what the hell, why would you put your foot there??”
“cause i didn’t want you to close the door on me, fucking duh.”
“and why not? you can’t possibly just wanna sit and watch the storm with me.”
“...please?” his tone softened when he spoke. gentle, even. sincere. you sighed and opened the door to its fullest, stepping to the side to let him in. “fine.”
he walked towards your bed, sitting on the edge and waiting for you to join him. you sat on the corner side, against the wall, and nodded your head as if to tell him it was okay for him to sit next to you. the two of you had just a few inches between your arms, and you swear you could feel the heat radiating off of his body through his sweatshirt. the music hummed faintly in the background, covered mostly by both the recurring thunder and the heavy silence between the two of you. “so…,” rintarou started, your head turning to face him. “hm?”
“why do you hate me?”
“what?”
“seriously. why do you hate me?”
“suna, i–”
“and why won’t you call me rintarou?” you sighed, not breaking eye contact. “i don’t hate you.”
“you certainly act like you do.”
“because you’re annoying.”
“i’m annoying?” his eyebrows raised. “oh i know you’re not trying to insinuate that it’s me who’s obnoxious.” you sat up straighter, the two of you turning a bit to face one another better. “no, yn, i don’t think you’re annoying. i’ll ask it again, why do you hate me?”
“jesus christ, maybe because you’re a pain in my ass. you never seem to know when to shut up, you barge in here like you own the place, sometimes i come home and i just want to relax but nooo because someone’s in the kitchen eating all my fucking snacks. and you’re ridiculously tall, and you never say what you mean, and you just stare at me all the fucking time and never say anything and it’s so irritating. you’re confusing, and infuriating, and you never seem to care about anything, and you’re so fucking arrogant i swear to–” he cut you off, pressing his lips against yours. it took a split second for your head to catch up, melting into him almost immediately. your hands went to his hair, tugging slightly at the root and causing a choked moan to vibrate through his throat. his tongue slid against your bottom lip, easing it open. it took less than a few seconds to transform the kiss from slow and surprising to messy and heated. your leg draped over his lap and his hand dragged down to the back of your thigh to pull you closer, the other grabbing your ass to lift you to be straddling him.
your hands pulled at the fabric of his shirt, breaking the kiss only slightly to tear it off, a strike of lightning illuminating the room just in time to reflect against his chiseled chest. “holy shit.”
“what, you literally called me big and strong earlier. what did you expect?”
“no like… i knew you were… i knew– i just, oh my god shut up.” you crashed your mouth against his again, his hands immediately finding your waist. you subconsciously pressed your hips down against him, your body moving on its own to increase the friction between the two of you. he let out a deep groan against your mouth at the contact, and you started to cease your movements when you realized what you were doing. “sorry, i didn’t-”
“thought you said to shut up. your turn.” he tightened his grip on your hips, pressing you down harder against his bulge and beginning to rock you back and forth. your head fell back in pleasure and he used it as an opportunity to trail open mouthed kisses down your neck and collarbone to the peak of your breast, teeth scraping your skin every so often, sucking red against your flesh hard enough to be sure he’d leave a mark. your hips stuttered against his, hands on his shoulders for stability, whines leaving your lips almost uncontrollably. “can i take this off?” he looked up at you, tugging gently on the hem of your tanktop, and slowly dragging it up and off your chest at your nod of approval. your nipples stiffened immediately at the hit of cold air, your back arching and in turn pressing your breasts closer to his face. a cocky smile pulled the corners of his lips up, leaning in to continue his trail of hickeys down one of your tits, taking it in his mouth while his hand toyed with the other, pinching and pulling at your stiff bud. “rin, rintarou-” he chuckled against your skin at the sudden shift in desperation radiating off of you. “rintarou seriously hold on, i’m- i… what the fuck,” you breathed out, head back and eyes screwed shut.
“wait are you… yn. are you close?” he asked, face still so close to your chest that his lower lip dragged across your nipple when he spoke, drawing a desperate moan from your lips. your grip on his shoulders just tightened in response as you pressed yourself down against him harder, rocking back and forth faster than before. “oh, oh shit. okay. woah.” he flattened his tongue against your nipple, his teeth lightly grazing the sensitive peak. his hands grabbed at your ass, assisting in your movements. his fingers slipped under the fabric of your tiny pajama shorts, squeezing at your bare flesh. he trailed his mouth back up your neck, stopping when he noticed a specific spot made your thighs contract and your eyebrows press together harder, as if that was really even possible. he focused his attention there, one hand on your ass and the other playing with your tits all while his mouth worked at your sweet spot. your movements got faster and less uniform, rapidly raking yourself across his clothed length to chase your orgasm.
when you finally collapse against him, hips slowly coming to a stop as you ride out your high, he almost stills below you, his hands on your hips and his eyes wide and his breath still slowly fanning your chest. when you finally picked your forehead up off his shoulder and sat back up to face him he was already wide-eyed staring right at you, the both of you silently catching your breath. “so… you…”
“shut up, rintarou.” his face broke out into a giant grin. “hey, you’re saying my name. and not just because you’re fucking yourself on my bulge-”
“shut UP, oh my god.” you hid your face back in his neck, pulling yourself back up when he laughed. “i’m not judging you, i’m just…”
“you’re judging me.”
“no, i’m serious. it’s not that.”
“what, can you not make girls cum or something?” you rolled your eyes, keeping your gaze to the side, too embarrassed to look at him.
“no, i’ve never struggled with that,” he cracked a flashy, confident grin, letting it fall only to continue his point. “i’ve just never had a girl cum in her pants from grinding on me. that was really hot i’m not gonna lie to you.”
“what?” you focused your gaze back on his. “i’m serious yn, that was hot. like… really hot. i can’t believe that just happened. my stupid friends’ little sister who’s always hated me just literally came in her pants over me. i might be unstoppable.”
“oh my god get over yourself, rintarou. maybe i’m imagining someone else. maybe i’m just horny.” you shifted a little, very aware of the stickiness in your panties, forgetting that the movement of your hips was just further grinding against him. he choked down a moan. “were you? thinking of someone else, i mean. or just horny. whatever.”
“...no.”
“i knew it. pretty girl fucked so dumb from one little orgasm– pussy untouched, by the way, that she and her bratty little mouth can’t even think of a way to lie to me.”
“did you already forget what i said about not knowing when to shut up?”
“oh come on, baby, don’t be mean. you’re still coming down from the orgasm you just got and you wanna be mouthy? if you wanna be mouthy i’ll gladly get you on your knees and i’ll give you somethin’ to keep you busy.”
“how the fuck did this happen.” you mumbled to yourself. rintarou just laughed. “good point. how did i get you like this? topless and on my lap with a mess in your cute little panties? must be the luckiest guy alive. i just have to know, is this a common thing?”
“what do you mean?”
“like… do you always cum in your pants from a little dryhumping? are you just really quick to cum or am i special?”
“i… wouldn’t know.”
“what do you mean, no guy ever given you the chance to dryhump? or has no one ever gotten you off before?”
“um… neither.” his head tilted to the side slightly. “what do you mean? are you a virgin?”
“maybe.” his lips slowly spread into a smile as your head ducked down to look at your hands to avoid looking at rintarou. his eyes darkened, canines practically dripping with drool. “you don’t say.”
“i know that’s like lame or whatever, but–”
“seriously, stop talking.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, flipping you so that you were flat on your back with rintarou hovering over you. his thumb drew circles on your hipbone while his mouth pressed kisses down your neck and chest, winding himself up at the waistband of your shorts. he looked up at you for approval, slowly tugging the fabric down your legs. his long fingers danced across your skin, delicately spreading your legs farther apart and using his fingertips to trace shapes on your inner thighs. his lips pressed against your core, chucking a little at the damp spot from your arousal and your previous orgasm. he pulled your soaked panties down your thighs, sticking them in the pocket of his sweatpants.
he licked a stripe up your core, groaning at your taste. your thighs tried to close around his head instinctively, to which he brought up his hands and pried them apart again, pinning them down to the point where if you tried to close them you’re not sure you’d be able to. you stuttered out something that sounded like it was supposed to resemble his name and he just laughed against you, the sound vibrating through you and causing a moan to break your attempt at a half-formed plea. “it’s okay baby, you don’t have to try to make a sentence. just relax.”
he pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, slowly working you open with his tongue. you tugged on his hair to get him closer, his nose bumping against you in the process. he brought a finger to your hole, slowly working it in against his tongue to get you used to the stretch before adding a second finger. it wasn’t long before he had your back arching up and your legs locking around his head as you fell apart. he pressed a kiss to your clit, smiling at the way it twitched and your breath shook before pulling himself back up to face you with a devilish grin. “gotta be quiet, princess. wouldn’t want to wake your brothers up, huh?”
you pulled him down by his hair, bringing his lips to yours, tasting yourself on him. you brought one of your legs up to hook around his hips, lifting your hips in an attempt to gain friction against the large indent of his sweatpants. “not fair. why am i naked and you still have pants on?” you asked between kisses. “you want in my pants that bad?”
“yes,” you softly whined, much to his surprise. “holy shit you actually said yes.”
“of course i did, i want you to fuck me.”
“whatever you say, princess.” he sat back on his knees momentarily, leaving you spread out before him. his hands paused at his waistband. “what, rin? please god don’t tell me you’re about to stop.”
“no, i just wanna enjoy this. try to seal it in my memory. don’t wanna forget it. you look beautiful. you look beautiful clothed, too, don’t get me wrong. you just look nice when you’re not mad at me. even more so knowing your pretty lips are all kiss-swollen and your hair’s a mess and it’s all cause of me. doing wonders for my ego.”
“if there’s anything you don’t need it’s an ego boost.”
“this entire night has been an ego boost, baby.” he pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants just enough for his cock to spring out, slapping against his stomach. your eyes went wide at the size. “holy shit,” you breathed.
“like what you see?” he smirked. “yeah.” you stared at it, unblinking and with wide eyes. “okay now i’m getting self-conscious, why are you staring?”
“it’s just really big. and also not ugly.” it’s true. you think if there was a competition for prettiest dicks ever, he might win. “yeah? you think i’m pretty?”
“why would i let you fuck me if i didn’t at least think you were pretty?”
“so you’re saying you’re madly in love with me?”
“can you cool it with the lovebombing? i’m getting cold and if you don’t fuck me soon i might go clinically insane.”
“aww, you want my cock that bad?”
“rintarou i swear to god if you don’t put that inside of me i’m literally gonna kick you out and send you back to my brothers butt ass naked and then you’ll- oh,” your train of thought ended halfway when he brought the tip up to your hole, making small circles with the head. he dragged it slowly from your weeping entrance to your clit, pressing himself against it just enough to see your broken whimpers. he lined himself up and pushed it in, inch by inch.
he traced hearts along the side of your hip, hooking one of your legs over him as he pulled himself in and out little by little, letting you adjust. his other hand was drawing his own name against your clit, his mouth pressing soft kisses along your neck and collarbone. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, confirming that he could speed up, and settled into a steady rhythm. his hand moved from your hip up to cover your mouth when you started getting too loud, a necessary precaution to keep your family from waking up.
your eyes rolled back and his pace picked up, losing uniformity and growing rapid and uncontrolled, back arching so far up into him that you may as well have snapped your spine as you came undone in sync with his release. he kissed your temple, the two of you catching your breath as he carefully pulled out and grabbed your discarded tanktop to wipe up the insides of your thighs. “seriously? my tanktop?”
“you’ll live, you have a million tanktops.”
“not gonna wipe off your dick?”
“nah. wanna wake up knowing you’re still on me. just a shame it’ll wash off when i have to shower tomorrow.”
“whatever, freak.” he kissed you gently one last time before heading towards your bedroom door. “you love me.”
