#sunarin x reader

[flowersforyen]

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

i hope you guys like it :3

- anaiya

[showhay]

thirst

— getting mind reading powers then being body slammed by rintarō’s thoughts aren’t really in your to-do list.

suna rintarō x telepath!f!reader

c/w: fluff fluff fluff fluff!! a bit suggestive, (unsaid) threats, cursing, dirty thoughts

i can’t find the one who requested 😔

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

you never thought your life would get ruined by something as stupid as mind-reading. super strength, teleportation, flying? fine, you’d take those. but no—your gift is hearing what’s rattling around in other people’s heads, which is 80% nonsense, 15% food, and 5% things you wish you could scrub from your memory with bleach.

you begged the universe to take it back.

the universe said no and flipped you off.

atsumu’s brain is a crime scene. osamu’s is a constant stream of onigiri recipe adjustments. aran’s is… surprisingly calm, like jazz music. but suna rintarō?

suna’s head is a deranged fanfiction where you are the unwilling main character.

see, you always thought suna disliked you. he never talks to you unless necessary, never acknowledges your presence outside the role of manager, and his whole vibe screams i would rather nap than engage with humanity. you’d been convinced he couldn’t stand your voice, the way you hover around practice, or the fact that you even exist.

but then you heard him think for the first time.

and it was not the voice of someone indifferent. it was the voice of a man clinging to the edge of sanity by his fingertips. you had this guy screaming like a high school girl who got a letter from her crush.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

it starts during morning drills. you’re crouched down, collecting stray balls near the sideline, when suna’s internal monologue slams into you like a freight train:

‘don’t bend over. don’t bend over. oh my god she’s bending over. jesus christ, i could write a dissertation on her thighs. if i look too long, i’ll drool. i’m literally drooling. am i drooling? oh my god, check your chin. act cool. look bored. bored. BORED.’

you glance up just in time to see suna leaning against the wall with that trademark deadpan, half-lidded expression. he looks like he hasn’t had a single thought in days. which is hilarious, because five seconds ago he was practically making a shrine out of your kneecaps in his mind.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

another time, you’re sitting on the bench scribbling down some notes on rotation patterns. suna’s nearby, idly tying and untying his shoelaces. outwardly, he looks like the human embodiment of the “…” typing bubble. inwardly, though?

‘her fingers. holy shit, her fingers. i want to suck on her fingers. i’d let her break my neck with those. look at the way she holds the pen. elegant. majestic. i could frame a picture of her hand holding that pen and hang it above my bed. i’d bow to it every morning like it’s the fucking sun. she’s gripping the pen tighter. fuck, i wish that was my—RINTARŌ STOP IT.’

you almost drop your clipboard. suna doesn’t even blink. just sits there in silence, probably imagining you strangling him with athletic tape.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

lunch breaks are the worst. one day you’re eating an onigiri osamu made, minding your business, when suna’s thoughts bleed into your head like some cursed radio frequency:

‘she’s eating. holy fuck, she’s eating. look at her lips. look at the way the rice sticks. i’d pay money to be a grain of rice right now. god, i’d be the happiest carb alive. i wonder if she chews soft or hard. jesus christ, listen to yourself, rintarō, you’re disgusting. no, but really—imagine if she fed me a bite. i’d get on my knees for that. in public. i don’t care.’

you choke so hard on the onigiri that aran has to hand you his water bottle. suna just sits there with that same neutral face, but you can feel him vibrating internally like a broken washing machine.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

his obsession leaks into the smallest, dumbest situations.

you say, “good serve, aran!” during a scrimmage. suna’s brain short-circuits: ‘why not me? why the fuck, not me? i can serve. i’ll serve right now. i’ll serve until my arm falls off. say good serve, suna, please, god, i’ll sell my soul.’

when you do say, “good block, suna!” his response is so underwhelming—just a lazy “thanks”—that no one would suspect he’s having a full-blown meltdown inside: ‘holy fuck, she saw me. she noticed me. she loves me. this is it. this is the beginning of our epic romance. kita, you’re best man. atsumu, you’re not invited.’

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

he’s constantly thinking about stupid scenarios: if you tripped, he’d catch you bridal style ‘perfect excuse to touch her waist, god please trip just once, i’ll even stick my foot out’. if you offered him a sip of your water bottle, he’d drink from the exact same spot your lips touched ‘indirect kiss, fuck yes. fuck no, i’m hard’. if you said you were cold, he’d strip off his jersey and force it on you ‘she’ll smell like me. i’ll smell like her. i’ll never wash it again. rot in filth? worth it. should i get my brain checked?’ nah man, you’re good, just a lil off the grid.

you’ll be adjusting the scoreboard and hear: ‘she’s reaching up, that shirt’s riding higher, if i look i’m a creep, but if i don’t look i’ll regret it forever. fuck it. tiny glance. okay, enough. another glance. i’m so hard right now, i’m going to hell. and she’s the devil leading me there and i’d thank her. NO, GO TO THE BATHROOM AND DROW YOURSELF, RINTARŌ.’

all while his face is the picture of absolute boredom.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the wildest part? you still like him. even with the knowledge that suna rintarō is mentally begging to be hand-fed rice balls and strangled with athletic tape, your crush hasn’t died. if anything, it’s worse.

you used to just think he had pretty eyes and a lazy kind of charm. now you know that beneath his flat, apathetic exterior is a man drooling, panting, and metaphorically clawing at the walls of his skull every time you so much as breathe in his direction.

it’s pathetic. it’s hilarious. it’s… honestly kind of endearing.

and the best part is: he has absolutely no idea you can hear every single thirsty, desperate, completely unhinged thought.

for now, you let him keep his dignity.

but oh, is he going to combust when the truth comes out.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

you never realized how long you could keep a secret until now. weeks of knowing suna rintarō’s brain runs like a one-man late-night broadcast, starring you, featuring you, directed by his catastrophically deprived imagination.

and you thought you could handle it.

but today, your poker face finally cracks.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

it’s the end of practice. the boys are sweaty and loud, volleyballs scattered across the floor like confetti. you’re walking along the sideline, clipboard hugged to your chest, when it happens. you bend down to pick up a stray ball, and there it is, blasting straight into your skull like surround sound:

‘that skirt. oh my fucking god. she bent over again. if god loved me, he’d let me crawl under the bleachers and just sniff—no. stop. act cool. bored. bored face. eyes half-shut. don’t stare too long. don’t drool. is my mouth open? close your mouth, idiot. I’M DROOLING! jesus, i need to bite something. maybe the ball. maybe my jersey. maybe her a—’

you snort. loudly.

suna’s head swivels, sharp despite the usual droopy eyes. that look could kill. not because it’s scary—because it’s too calculating, like he’s already putting the puzzle together.

you slap a hand over your mouth, praying he’ll shrug it off. he doesn’t. he stares.

“…what’s so funny?”

your silence is answer enough.

his mind stutters, then detonates:

‘she knows. she KNOWS. holy shit, she’s been listening this whole time. months of me begging to be hand-fed grapes like a roman emperor. months of me imagining her thighs as a pillow. she knows i’d drink her bathwater. she knows that i prepared my vows. SHE KNOWS THAT I WANT 6 KIDS. oh my god. oh my actual god. dig a grave. lower me in. quick. before she tells anyone.’

your composure crumbles. a laugh bursts out, sharp and bright. it echoes in the emptying gym.

suna looks like someone just unplugged him from the matrix.

“you,” he says slowly, voice flat but dangerous. “you can hear me.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

he doesn’t yell. he doesn’t even move fast. he just stands there, staring at you like a man watching his own funeral procession.

“oh my god,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. “you’ve been hearing me. all of it.”

the second-hand embarrassment is so bad you almost feel sorry for him. almost.

he collapses onto the floor, sitting like his knees gave out. “…i’m ruined.”

his thoughts pour like a faucet he can’t shut off.

‘she knows i called her my future wife in my head during drills. she knows i mentally thanked god for inventing legs when she wore shorts. she knows i once spent a full set fantasizing about being her chair. i can’t look at her. no, i have to look. she’s so pretty when she laughs. god, i’d let her spit in my face. oh my god she knows that too.’

“rin,” you wheeze, covering your face to hide your grin.

“don’t,” he cuts in flatly, voice muffled behind his hands. “don’t even say my name. every time you say it, my brain takes its clothes off. you know that now. you know everything. i’m exposed. humiliated. reduced to dust.”

you laugh harder, doubling over, and he groans like you’re stabbing him in the chest in a hot way. how does that work? don’t ask me.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

minutes pass. the gym is nearly empty. it’s just the two of you, and suna’s pride in shreds on the floor. finally, he tips his head back against the wall and says, “i’m serious. i should transfer schools. start fresh. join a monastery. shave my head. take a vow of silence. maybe celibacy. actually, no, i can’t do celibacy. not with you around.”

his thoughts churn.

‘look at her sitting there, laughing like sunshine. i’d let her carve her name into my forehead with a rusty nail. i’d be honored. i’d be grateful. she has no idea how bad i want to—oh wait, no, she does. she knows everything. holy fuck, i’m sweating. do i smell? god, i hope i smell good. maybe like desperation. maybe she likes desperation. i’d bathe in it if she asked.’

you clutch your clipboard like it’s the only thing keeping you alive. “you’re insane,” you manage.

“you’re telling me.” he finally looks at you, straight-on, with that terrifying flat expression that makes everything he says sound 100% dead serious. “i can’t be normal around you. i’ve tried. i’ve failed. i’ve been mentally begging for you to step on my chest since day one.”

“rin!” you squeak.

“what?” he shrugs, but his ears are crimson. “you already know. might as well say it. i’m pathetic. i’m depraved. i’m…” his voice dips, and for once, it’s not bored—it’s rough, desperate. “…completely yours. in my head. in real life. everywhere.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

you swallow. hard. because for all the ridiculous filth spilling out of him, there’s something underneath. something raw and sharp. he means it. every single depraved thought, every humiliating daydream—he means it, because it’s him.

and you like it.

so you lean closer, just enough for your knee to bump his. “so what are you going to do about it?”

his breath catches.

his brain combusts: ‘kiss her. touch her. marry her. crawl inside her pocket and live there forever. no, be cool. be chill. you’ve never been chill in your life. fuck it, just kiss her. now. do it before kita walks in and ruins it.’

and for once, suna doesn’t overthink. he tilts his head lazily, like it’s no big deal, and kisses you.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

it’s not graceful. his mouth is hot, clumsy, too much all at once, but his hands tremble like he’s holding something holy. and all you can hear is static—loud, overwhelming static punctuated by stray words: mine mine mine mine mine.

he pulls back just slightly, eyes half-lidded, smirk twitching at the corner. “you still laughing at me?”

you grin. “a little.”

his brain screams. ‘oh god she smiled. she smiled at me. i’d sell atsumu for her smile. i’d kill aran. i’d kill me. end me, bury me, as long as she smiles while doing it.’

you kiss him again just to shut him up.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

later, as you sit shoulder-to-shoulder on the gym floor, suna murmurs, “so you really heard everything, huh?”

“everything,” you confirm.

he sighs, slow and dramatic. “then i guess you already know i’m never letting you go.”

you laugh softly. “yeah. i know.”

and the static in your head doesn’t stop—‘should i give her a hickey? should i kiss her again? do i take her home now? oh wait, can i take her home? we’re technically married. oh i just realized that i can bury my face between her thighs now, yup, definitely taking her home.’—but maybe you don’t want it to.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a: idk i accidentally deleted this so i wrote a new one. not before crashing out, obviously.

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[renardiererin]

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.

[fukunagal]

Timeskip!Suna Rintarō eating Plug!reader out instead of paying for weed // smut, interact at you own risk

(sub!suna, name calling, cunnilingus, @f9lix mentioned)

“What’re you doing here?” Suna’s eyes are half closed, his posture slacking as he opens you the door to his apartment at 1 am.

You raise your eyebrows and scoff, “Suna, you called me.”

“Oh shit, did I?“

“Bro, you said you’d pay extra for me to come to your place if I’d deliver it because you’re ’too sore to walk’. I don’t even wanna know what from!”

“Volleyball, dumbass” he sighs, “Come in.” Suna turns around, walking back into his apartment, leaving the door open for you.

You follow him, slightly annoyed, “I can’t stay for long, need to drop by Oikawas’ to get new stuff from Mika.”

Suna huffs out a lazy laugh, plopping down on the couch, “Shit I forgot they’re dating. She’s way too bad for Oikawa, dude. I’d totally hit that if I could.”

“Yeah, me too. Whatever, give me your money now,” you hit him with your foot.

“Chillax. I…I’m kind short on cash right now. You know, end of month and stuff…” He rubs his neck awkwardly.

You sigh, “So you…called me to drive across town for weed that you can’t pay for. Wow. I thought the worst one was Atsumu wanting to pay with his dick for 1 gram, but you win.”

Suna grins, “He fucked you for weed?”

“No? I have some dignity left.”

Suna’s grin widens even more, “What about I offer you my tongue instead of my dick?” Well damn.

Suna’s tongue licks a big stripe from the back of your pussy to the front, landing at last on your clit. His hands hold your legs open for him, your hips pressing into his mouth and nose in rhythmic motions, “S-Suna…a little more to the left, please.”

He nods and moves his tongue as you ordered, eliciting a loud moan from you. “Fuck, yes. Right there!”

Your wetness is smeared all over his face and drips down his chin as he literally makes out with your cunt. That boy really wants that weed. Or you.

With a loud gasp, Suna pulls away after being buried in your pussy for so long, he forgot to breathe, “Fuck,” he gasps for air, “You taste so fucking good, Y/n. Best one I had.”

You, as well are out of breath and whine softly, “Sunarin, go back to eating.”

He nods obediently, diving back in. The Loser hasn’t shaved in a good while and since he can’t grow a beard, there are only a few little hairs that are now tickling your lips while Suna plunges his Tongue into your hole, rhythmically pushing it in and out.

Your eyes meet as he looks at you from between your legs, your face flushes prettily, soft moans slipping from your mouth. “Mhh, Suna! So good!”

He groans as a response, his hand going from your thigh to his crotch to readjust his aching boner. You hit him with your foot (again), “Hey! No pleasure for you tonight!”

He pouts, backs off just enough to mumble a quick, “It was just uncomfortable” and “Sorry, Mommy,” before lowering his head back down.

Long story short, you did in fact not go to Oikawa’s that night and Suna did get a lot of pleasure…

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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work, nor feed it to ai.

n: Yes, I ship Mika with Oikawa. Dare I say best Oikawa ship?

divider by @cursed-carmine

[leeny-leens]

He think he might actually end whoever is ringing up his phone at half past 8 at night. Not because he's sleeping or anything. God no, it was way too early to sleep.

He is going to end them because this was his sacred show time, where his favourite of all favourite shows in the history of TV aired.

Yes, call him old fashioned.

In this day and age, he still enjoys watching live TV. Mostly because this this show hasn't dropped on any streaming service yet.

Or pirated website.

Believe him, he checks those out on an hourly basis.

His phone rings, for the upteenth time, and he blindly reaches behind him to grab it.

Without looking at the screen, he accepts the call and begins his rant.

"Now listen up you little-"

"Can you pick me up?"

Immediately, he softens. Your voice rings from other other end of the line, wobbly and breathy as if you were trying to hold back your tears.

Alarms go off in his mind, and he's fast on his feet, his show long abandoned.

"Hey, hey what's wrong?" He asks, stumbling over his own feet as he grabs his jacket from the back of a chair.

So much for chaos being useless.

He's never been happier he didn't put shit where it belonged.

"I hurt my foot, like really really bad and I can't walk now."

There's the distinct sound of chatter in the background, cars driving by in the middle of the night.

He concluded you must have been on your way back from work, and his heart aches at the sheer amount of pain your voice holds.

"S'okay sweetheart, I'll be right there yeah? Just send me your address," he promised, not even bothering to tie his laces properly as he raced down the stairs of his apartment building.

A deep, primal instinct flares up inside him, propelling him forward as he slams the entrance door open to head to his car.

He must look mad to anyone watching him, he's sure of it. His phone held to his ear as he babbled on and on, incoherent strings of sentences only you could possibly translate into something understandable.

But that's always how it has been with you two.

No one understood him like you did.

And no one showed up for you like he did.

Barty Crouch Jr. Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Sunarin, Kuroo Tetsuro, Miya Osamu, Lip Gallagher, Rafayel, Caleb

[imoncloud7]

love

sunarin x fem! reader note: short rushed drabble-y thing i wrote while procrastinating homework. this is so self indulgent lol #freeme #ihateschool wc; 485

you could feel your boyfriend’s glare behind your back, staring at you from his place in your bed. choosing to ignore him, you turned on the noise canceling setting on your headphones as you scribbled furiously in your notebook. his sharp gaze soon became too much, causing you to finally take off your headphones and turn around to meet his eyes.

“what is it now?” 

he kept his silence, still staring straight through your soul. you sighed, and then turned back around to continue working on your homework. as you were sliding your headphones back on, he shot up and grabbed them off your head. 

“what the fuck rin? give it back!” 

“no, not until you close your damn notebook and come to bed.” so that’s what it was about.

“it’s due at 11:59, i need to finish it.” you fired back. 

“11:59 when?” 

“...sunday.” you admitted, looking back down at your notebook. he snatched it from you, simultaneously shutting your laptop as well. you sighed, and got up from your desk chair for the first time in hours. 

suna was by no means a star student, giving just enough effort to get by since high school, those habits continuing through now, as a university student. unfortunately for you, you were conditioned to get ahead with schoolwork, especially now with your major being one of the more difficult ones in stem. you two had met through a mutual friend, osamu miya, who you had tutored first semester freshman year when you were both in the same chemistry class. he had dragged suna to one of your tutoring sessions, as he was sick and tired of hearing him complain about his “terrible” calculus professor and how boring the class was. 

that changed real quick for him, now that you both were in the same lecture. he was a lot more motivated to come to class, and not because he was intrigued by derivatives. he would spend most of the hour observing you as you took notes, periodically showing you some stupid post on his instagram explore page, or random photos from his camera roll. one thing he could conclude for certain; you were the prettiest girl he had ever been blessed to cross paths with. 

you both were not ones for dating, never really having been in a serious relationship before, but suna could’ve sworn he was in love after a mere two weeks of knowing you. things moved pretty quickly after that, and you two didn’t have many issues in your relationship. other than the current predicament you were in. 

“babe, that is 5 days away. it is 11:23 pm. it is time for bed.” he wrapped his arms around your torso guiding you towards the bed. 

“rin i really wanted to get it done tonight.” 

“too bad, i’m tired and i can’t sleep without you.”

“that’s called codependence.”

“it’s called love.”

[dianedelrey]

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IT’S SO SWEET

KNOWING THAT YOU LOVE ME

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PAIRING :: Suna x Reader

CONTENT :: Reader cant sleep, Suna helps reader to sleep, that easy tbh

CONTENT WARNING :: none, purely fluff

Js a quick drabble tbh

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It was a cool spring night. You were laying in bed with your lover Suna Rintarou. The both of you embracing one another to use your body’s temperature as natural warmth.

You were wide awake though. Why? You didn’t know. You just were. Sure you need sleep, but what could you do for not being able to sleep?

“Y/n? Why’re you still up..?” He mumbled, noticing your distressed shifting.

“Can’t sleep.” You replied casually, yet exhausted, also slightly shivering from the cold. Sure it was spring, but that didnt mean it was gonna be super warm.

He let go of you for a second, still half awake, taking off his hoodie, wearing a black tee underneath, before handing it to you. After you put it on, he went back to embrace you, pressing soft kisses to your face.

“If you need anything, let me know…” he said in a deep tired voice.

“I will”

He put his hand up the hoodie to draw shapes on your bare back, to hopefully help you fall asleep easier.

It helped a lot.

He then pressed more soft and tender kisses to your face before eventually kissing your lips.

After pulling away you laid your head on his chest, letting him draw shapes on your back. You felt your eyes become heavier.

Before you knew it, you’d have fallen asleep. Comfortably in his embrace.

Suna kept drawing shapes for a bit before eventually removing his hand, pressing another kiss on your forehead.

Eventually he murmured a quick “Goodnight” before passing out with you in his embrace.

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A/N :: this was merely just a quick nighttime drabble cause it’s dark here as well and i thought ‘ok why not’

[9chiha]

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 | 𝖲. 𝖱𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 10 | 𝖣𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 | 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 | 𝖭𝖾𝗑𝗍

The six of you finally made it to Suna’s house.

After taking your shoes off at the front door, everyone followed him upstairs and into his room. His parents apparently were not going to be home for another few hours.

You were surprised by how big his room was.

It was clean too. Annoyingly clean.

His bed was neatly made, his desk was organized, and there were only a few scattered volleyball magazines and clothes here and there.

It felt very… Suna.

Quiet. Minimal. Kind of boring.

The six of you settled down in a circle on the floor, pulling out notebooks, textbooks, pencils, and random assignments. You placed your bag beside you and looked around at everyone.

“Okay, Atsumu,” you started, “begin with the homework you can do by yourself first. Leave the rest for me later.”

Atsumu groaned dramatically.

“You make it sound like I’m stupid.”

“You are stupid.”

“Mean.”

You ignored him and looked around at everyone else.

“You guys too, if you need help.”

“Okay, thank you,” Remi smiled.

Sana nodded too.

Even Suna muttered out a quiet, “Thanks.”

You blinked at him for a second.

Then looked away.

For a while, the room stayed relatively quiet.

The only sounds were pencils scratching against paper, pages turning, and Atsumu sighing dramatically every five minutes whenever he got stuck.

You had just started working on one of your own assignments when—

“Y/NNNN.”

You looked up immediately.

Atsumu was staring at you from across the circle like a child begging for attention.

“I need help with this,” he complained. “Please.”

You sighed and put your pencil down.

“Okay, let’s see.”

You got up from your spot and made your way over.

The twins shifted slightly to make room for you between them.

You squeezed into the space and leaned over Atsumu’s worksheet.

“What are you stuck on?”

“All of it.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You spent the next several minutes explaining the problem to him. Osamu occasionally chimed in just to insult Atsumu for not understanding basic math. Atsumu kept getting distracted halfway through.

You had to explain the same thing twice.

Then three times.

Then four.

Eventually, though, he finally seemed to understand.

“Ohhh,” Atsumu said slowly. “Okay, that actually makes sense.”

“See?” you said. “You’re not completely helpless.”

“Debatable,” Osamu muttered.

Atsumu glared at him.

You laughed quietly under your breath before standing back up.

“Well, there you go. That should help you out.”

Atsumu smiled up at you.

“Thank you.”

You nodded and started heading back toward your original spot.

But when you glanced up, you realized Suna was already looking at you.

You frowned slightly.

“What?”

He leaned back against the wall behind him.

“Can you help me too?” he asked. “I’m having trouble with English this time.”

You blinked.

“You?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Yes, me.”

You sat there for a second before nodding. Reluctantly, you were going to help him.

“Oh, su—”

“I can help.”

Everyone looked over at Sana.

She smiled as she shifted closer.

“I’m super good at English,” she said. “Here, let me see.”

She leaned forward slightly, trying to look over Suna’s shoulder at his paper.

But Suna shook his head.

“No, it’s fine.”

Sana paused.

“I like the way Y/N explains things,” Suna said casually. “Maybe next time. Thanks, though.”

Sana looked surprised for a second.

Then she smiled awkwardly and nodded.

“Oh. Okay.”

There was a weird pause after that.

Not long.

Just long enough for the room to feel slightly awkward.

Thankfully, you broke it before it could get worse.

You grabbed your notebook and moved over to where Suna was sitting.

“Okay,” you said as you sat down beside him. “What part don’t you understand?”

He slid the worksheet toward you.

“This.”

You looked down at it.

“Seriously? This is easy.”

“You’re so nice.”

“I know.”

You pointed to one of the questions.

“Okay, so basically, this word changes depending on the sentence. You have to pay attention to the tense first.”

Suna nodded slightly.

You kept explaining.

As you talked, you focused on the paper in front of you.

You didn’t notice that Suna had stopped looking at the worksheet entirely.

His eyes were on you instead. On the side of your face. The way your eyebrows furrowed slightly whenever you were trying to explain something. The way you absentmindedly tapped your pencil against the page. The way your voice softened without you realizing it.

It was strange.

Because Suna had spent so much time thinking you were annoying.

Loud. Irritating. Bossy.

But right now—

You didn’t seem annoying at all.

You seemed…

Different.

And that feeling in his chest was weird.

Not bad.

Just unfamiliar.

Like he was stuck in place and couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.

He barely heard a word you said for the last thirty seconds.

Finally, you looked up.

“So… do you get it now?”

Suna blinked.

You were closer than he realized.

Close enough that he could see the details of your face clearly.

Close enough that it made his chest feel strange all over again.

“Uh…”

He quickly looked away.

“No, sorry.”

He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck.

“Can you repeat it one more time?”

You stared at him for a second.

Then you nodded.

“It’s fine. Yeah, sure.”

You looked back down at the paper and started explaining again.

This time, Suna forced himself to pay attention.

Mostly.

A little while later, “Ahh, finally done!”

Remi stretched her arms above her head dramatically.

Everyone else looked up from their work.

“What should we do now?” she asked.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes.

“Beats me. I’m kind of hungry though.”

You looked over at Suna.

“Do you have any snacks?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Let’s just go downstairs and see what’s there.”

No one argued with that.

Everyone stood up and started making their way downstairs.

Atsumu immediately headed for the kitchen cabinets.

Osamu grabbed drinks out of the fridge.

Remi found a bag of chips.

Sana offered to help carry things to the table.

Within a few minutes, everyone was sitting around Suna’s dining room table with snacks spread out between you.

There were chips, cookies, crackers, juice, candy—basically anything that could be found in a kitchen.

Atsumu was already halfway through a bag of chips.

“Slow down,” Osamu said. “You eat like you’ve never seen food before.”

“I’m growing.”

“You’re literally done growing.”

You smiled to yourself and grabbed a cookie off the plate.

The conversation stayed light for a while.

Mostly just random things.

School.

Teachers.

Atsumu complaining about practice.

Remi talking about a movie she wanted to watch.

Sana slowly started getting more comfortable, laughing more often and talking a little louder now.

At one point, Atsumu told a story about falling asleep in class and accidentally snoring loud enough for the teacher to hear.

Everyone laughed.

Even Suna.

You looked at him for a second when you heard it.

His laugh was quieter than everyone else’s.

But still there.

The room eventually grew quieter after a while.

Not awkward.

Just calm.

Then Sana suddenly looked between you and Suna.

“So…” she started.

You looked up from your drink.

“I have to ask.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly.

“Ask what?”

Sana smiled nervously. “Are you and Suna dating?”

The room immediately went silent.

You stared at her.

Suna looked equally confused.

Atsumu started choking on his drink.

“What?” you asked.

“Sorry!” Sana said quickly, laughing awkwardly. “I know that’s kind of blunt. You guys just seem… close.”

You and Suna looked at each other. You held eye contact for a second.

Then another.

And then—

You burst out laughing.

“Never,” you said immediately.

You leaned back in your chair, still laughing.

“Like, if we were the last two people on Earth, I’d still stay away from him.”

Suna scoffed.

“Dating her would probably be the worst experience of my life,” he said.

You looked at him.

“And I’ve gone through a lot,” he added dramatically.

You laughed again.

“All she does is nag me,” he said teasingly.

You tilted your head.

“Like you don’t nag me?”

“You literally yell at me every day.”

“Because you’re annoying.”

“You’re annoying too.”

“You started it.”

“No, you did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

Remi, Atsumu, and Osamu were all laughing now as the two of you continued bickering back and forth.

“You’d cry if you had to date me,” you said.

“I absolutely would.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“You’re mean.”

“You’d survive.”

“Barely.”

Sana laughed so hard she had to cover her mouth.

“Okay,” she said between laughs, “forget I ever asked.”

You smiled.

“You guys are more like a divorced failed marriage.”

Everyone laughed again.

“I wouldn’t even marry him in the first place,” you shot back.

“Good,” Suna said. “Because I’d say no.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“You’re obsessed with me.”

“In your dreams.”

“Please.”

“You’d be lucky.”

You threw a napkin at him.

He caught it easily and smirked.

You rolled your eyes immediately.

Annoying.

You all stayed at the table for a little while longer after that.

The conversation shifted to random things again.

What classes everyone hated.

Weekend plans.

Practice schedules.

You had mostly stopped paying attention by then.

Instead, you leaned back in your chair and looked down at your phone when it buzzed in your lap.

Your eyes widened slightly.

“Oh, shoot.”

You stood up quickly.

“I have to go.”

“Already?” Atsumu asked.

You nodded.

“Yeah. I didn’t realize how late it was.”

You stood up fully and brushed the crumbs off your clothes.

“See you guys tomorrow.”

“Thanks for your help, Y/N!” Atsumu said.

“Yeah,” Suna added. “Thanks.”

You looked at him briefly before nodding.

“Whatever.”

You headed upstairs to grab your things.

Once your bag was packed, you headed back downstairs and slipped your shoes back on near the front door.

You were just about to leave when you heard footsteps behind you.

You turned around.

Osamu was standing there with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” he said. “Do you want me to walk you home?”

He gave you a small smile as he gently tapped your lower back.

You blinked at him.

“Oh, no. It’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” you reassured him. “I’ll be fine.”

Osamu sighed softly.

“Well, okay.”

He stepped back.

“Have a good night.”

“You too.”

You smiled a little.

“Goodnight.”

Then, with one last wave, you opened the front door and stepped out into the cool night air.

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