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[winteraess]

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

𑣲synopsis: In which popstar!reader is in a PR relationship to bring attention to her new album, but is more focused on sneaking around with her hot bodyguard.

𑣲featuring: Suna Rintaro, Kuroo Tetsuro, and Miya Atsumu

𑣲notes: first time posting a drabble with multiple characters like this! Hope you enjoy.

semi-suggestive

SUNA RINTARO

The afterparty lights are deep and red, and remind you all too much of the darkness of your own home. People are taking photos, and you try your best to flash an easy smile, but you know the person standing not too far away can see through it.

Your boyfriend—that word feels ridiculous—has his hand at your waist, smiling for cameras that flash like gunfire. It's not a real relationship anyway, just one for show to get people talking about your upcoming album.

Suna, your bodyguard, watches from a few steps behind, expression unreadable as he gazes at the hand that's circling your waist. He’s not supposed to look at you like that. You’re not supposed to look back.

When you finally slip away from the event and head to your dressing room, heels in your hand, he’s already there in the hallway. He doesn’t say a word when you reach him—just tilts his head slightly, that lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Have fun playing pretend?” he murmurs, voice low, rough around the edges. His eyes bore into you, and you can't tell if he's looking at your soul or just really admiring the way you look in that dress.

You press your back to the wall, heart hammering as he steps closer. “Don’t start,” you whisper. “He could walk in any—”

Suna’s mouth cuts you off.

He kisses you like he’s been holding his breath for hours. It's slow, meaningful, but desperate underneath. His hand slides to your jaw, thumb brushing against your lip when he pulls away.

You sigh, your hand moving to cup his cheek softly. "Don't be jealous. He's not a real boyfriend."

“I’m not jealous,” he says, though his tone betrays him. “Just hate sharing.”

KUROO TETSURO

Kuroo doesn’t believe in crossing lines. That’s what he told you, anyway, back when he first got assigned to your security detail.

“You’re my client. I protect you, not flirt with you,” he’d said, voice firm, clearly not wanting to cross any boundaries that he had set.

That was months ago.

Now, he’s got you pressed against the tinted window of the car, city lights sliding across your skin like confessions. You taste like champagne and trouble when he kisses you.

“My PR team’s going to kill me if they catch us,” you whisper against his mouth. Your voice comes off like you're disapproving of what you two are doing, but with the way you're letting his knee slip in between your thighs and running your hand through his hair, it becomes clear you don't mean that.

“They already think I’m the bad guy,” he says, smiling faintly before biting down gently on your lower lip. His hands never wander too far, always hovering like he’s one second away from pulling back, one second away from remembering his job and his duties.

That’s the thing about Kuroo—he makes restraint look like foreplay.

When the car slows near your hotel, he sits back, fixing his tie as if nothing happened.

“You should go,” he says. “Wouldn’t want your boyfriend to think I’m stealing his girl.”

You glance at him, smirking as you reach for the door handle. “Oh, please,” you whisper, “He's never had me."

MIYA ATSUMU

It’s 2:17 a.m.

You’re not supposed to be here.

Your manager’s probably scrolling through social media right now, praying your fake boyfriend posts something to make people believe your relationship is still on before the tabloids catch wind of your “late-night escapades.”

Too late.

Atsumu’s hand slides under the hem of your shirt, his grin as wicked as it is soft. “Ya know, yer really bad at this whole secret affair thing,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “Yer driver saw ya sneak out again.”

You shove his shoulder weakly, half-laughing, half-panicking. “You’re supposed to help me be subtle, Miya.”

He grins wider, kissing your jaw. “’M helpin’. Promise. I just can’t help it when ya look at me like that, popstar.”

You roll your eyes, but he catches your chin, forces you to meet his gaze. The teasing fades for a heartbeat.

“I don’t like seein’ ya with him,” he says quietly. “Even if it’s fake. Even if it’s for show.”

You swallow. “You knew what this was.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “Still, it doesn’t mean I can’t wish it weren’t.”

"He doesn't mean anything to me," you coo, your hand finding his chin and moving closer to his lips. "You know you have me to yourself."

"With the way I'm gonna leave ya tonight, I'm sure everyone is gonna know that too."

[winteraess]

Night Shift - Suna Rintaro x Reader

in which you fall for your mysterious and gorgeous neighbor next door.

wc- 4k

You didn’t think much of it, I mean, these meetings were just late-night rendezvous that became a habit for you, not because of him, of course. It had nothing to do with Rin–at least that’s what you kept telling yourself. He was there for you, though, offering an escape from the real world in the form of snacks and late-night talks. It just felt nice to talk to someone who didn’t know anything about you other than the fact that you live next door and are a great conversationalist. You didn’t even mean to start whatever this was between you two, and definitely didn’t intend for it to stay in your mind like a craving, but you know you can’t imagine pulling away. Not that you even want to.

“Are you paying attention?” your desk mate says, disrupting your cloudy thoughts and bringing you back into the classroom. Right– you were in chemistry, not up on the roof with Rin. You were supposed to be listening to your teacher’s lecture, but instead, you were overthinking your nightly meetings with your neighbor, Rin. It wasn’t usual for you to be so stressed over something like this, but you had realized that you didn’t actually know anything about him– at least not at the rate he knew about you. You usually were the one who talked, leaving him to listen and give little “mhm’s” of acknowledgement. He rarely spoke about himself or his personal life, and you figured he just was more of a listener than a talker, or that he was too tired to lead the conversation; the meetings were late at night.

“Yeah, sorry,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair and taking a breath before focusing on the teacher, even if your mind wanted so desperately to wander back to him.

The day became a muddy haze that dragged on, with student council meetings, classes, and other clubs. You were quite popular at school due to your bubbly nature and how easy people found it to talk to you. Even though it became a hassle since everyone began to use you as a therapist. Every day, like clockwork, someone would come to you with problems, and you’d give the best advice you could, trying to ignore the way all these negative drama-filled issues–which had nothing to do with you– began to harbor in your mind. At first, you had been happy to help, but it became overbearing. You started to feel like people would rather come to you to vent rather than come to you because they want to talk to you.

Of course, you still had your friends who didn’t use you constantly for advice, but you can’t count how many times people come to you in public settings asking to talk privately. It began to make you wonder if you were worth anything to these people other than someone sweet who would listen to them rant. What about you?

That’s why your nights with Rin became so special. He didn’t ask you for anything; he just let you rant for a change. However, after nearly a month of talking about yourself, you had started to wonder about him, too. You had been so caught up in yourself that you didn’t even think about how little you knew about him. You’d made a list of what you know about him: he's your age, maybe a few months younger, tall (even though he’s sitting most of the time), and that he doesn’t care much for school, but he’s in the student council like you are. Which isn’t a lot, so you decided to ask him more about himself tonight.

“Thinking hard?” you heard a voice say. You looked over to see Rin climbing up onto your roof, carrying what appeared to be a bag from a convenience store. You hadn’t been waiting on your roof for long, since you had some sort of mutual agreement to come outside by 11:30 pm to see each other.

You give him a knowing smile as he sits down, emptying the contents of the bag onto the rooftop. “Do you want me to be honest?” you ask, grabbing one of the banana milks–that you know he specifically got for you– and poking your straw through it. He shrugs, “Yeah, always,” he says, setting a pillow in his lap and motioning for you to lie down in it. You take his offer, figuring the comfort might help you ease up and ask him what you actually want to know.

His expression was nonchalant as you lay your head into his lap, but you could tell he was curious as to what got you thinking so hard.

“I rant about myself so much that I realized I haven’t left much room to talk about you,” you say with a small pout on your face. He looked down at you, and you could feel his eyes studying you even if you were looking away at the bright stars that covered the midnight sky. “What do you want to know?” he whispered, his hand slowly coming up to brush a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “I wouldn’t say I’m all that interesting.”

You let out a small laugh, “I’d say otherwise,” and his hand continues to run through your hair, “I mean, you have me interested and I barely know anything about you.”

“You didn’t finish your banana milk, I got that for you, you know,” he says, an attempt to deflect the conversation away from himself. Your eyebrows crease in disdain as you turn your eyes towards him, “I’m not talking about that stuff, Rin,” you mutter, “I’m talking about you.”

He sighs, seemingly in defeat. He hesitates to speak, but eventually whispers to you, “My name is Rintaro Suna.”

“Rintaro, huh?” you smile, happy to even be getting an inkling about him at all. He nods with a shrug, “Yeah, I let you call me Rin. Most people just call me Suna or very rarely Sunarin.” He tilted his head back to look up at the sky, worried about making eye contact with you since he knew the conversation was going to get deeper. He then gave a slight shrug, as if thinking about whether he should continue with the conversation or attempt to divert the attention. "What else do you want to know?" he asked, his voice more thoughtful and meaningful than you were used to hearing from him.

You hesitated for a moment, trying to choose a question that wouldn’t make him feel cornered, but would give you a glimpse into the side of him that he kept hidden– or mostly one you have been too blind to ask about. Finally, you asked, "You’ve never really talked about your family. What’s that like for you?"

Rin seemed to mull over the question, his eyes still on the sky, before he finally spoke up. "Family’s complicated," he said slowly, mostly in a whisper as if he was still reluctant to get further into it. "We don’t talk much, but it’s not like I care either,” he says, his hand now tracing circles on your shoulder in an attempt to level himself. “It’s just the way things are. You get used to it."

You nodded, not wanting to push him too far and cause him to get further from your grasp when you’re making so much progress. “Sounds lonely to me,” you mumble, subconsciously rubbing his thigh with a pout. “I guess, but I’m used to it,” he shrugs, “and I have you to keep me company all night anyway.

You hummed in acknowledgement, trying to ignore the way that made your chest swell. The silence stretched for a moment, with both of you lost in your thoughts. Despite only knowing just a little bit about his personal life now, you felt like you had learned something new, a small piece of the puzzle that was the man you spent nearly every night with for the past month. You knew he wasn’t easy to read, but his presence was like your sanctuary. You were allowed to actually be yourself with him, and it made him your safe place. You wanted so desperately to be that for him, too.

You poked his thigh, "What else?" you asked. "Tell me something about you that no one else knows. I’m good at keeping secrets,” you say with a cheeky smile.

Rin bit his lip softly, considering the question before he allowed a small smirk to tug at the corner of his mouth. "I like Instagram reels," he teased, the playful tone insinuating he was again trying to deflect from talking about anything too personal.

You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. "Something more interesting, Rin."

His slender fingers stopped their ministrations on your shoulder, “I play volleyball,” he said, and you quirked a brow at him. “That’s it?” and he blinked slowly at you, “That's it, yeah.”

You let out a groan, “Oh my gosh, you're impossible to get information out of.” You turn towards him in his lap, “Treat it like a resume, you need to be more specific so that I’ll actually learn stuff about you. “Censor that, I’m scared of jobs,” he says, his expression blank, but you know it's an attempt at a playful retort. You deadpan him, causing him to sigh. “I’m a middle blocker and a starter.”

You giggle, “Better.”

There was more silence, but it felt comfortable than anything. “What if I fall asleep here, Rin?” you whispered, feeling your eyes get heavy. “I’ll carry you inside,” he whispers back, causing you to giggle. “Yeah? Can you carry me?’ and he snorts, “I’m stronger than I look under these baggy clothes.”

“Proof or it didn't happen,” you mumble, and he laughs slightly, “maybe if you earn it,” he says. “Just you wait,” you mumble, your eyes feeling heavy as he runs his hand down the curve of your waist.

The morning glow came in through the blinds, causing you to wake you up. You squinted at the brightness before you realized he really had carried you back to your room like he said he would. You turn over, burying your face into your pillow with muffled whines as you try to remember every moment of last night before the deep reality of the rest of the world sinks in. Your phone buzzes, snapping you out of your thoughts of Rin and the way he made you feel.

You mumbled curses about whoever was texting you so early on a weekend, before your eyes registered the name. “Rin..?” you questioned, sitting up in surprise before you read the message. “Hey, lock your window. I couldn’t lock it from the outside.”

You feel your face flush as you realize he definitely did carry you into bed, and even tucked you in with the way the blanket was completely covering you. You pouted slightly, though, wishing you could’ve stayed up with him longer. You moved out of bed to lock the window before texting him back. “I see you put your number in my phone,” You replied, and you got a text back almost immediately. “Yeah, figured it’d be easier for me to talk about myself if I could hide behind my screen while I do it.” He admitted.

You bit your lip–on one hand, you wanted to know more about him, but you also wanted to hear it come from his lip. “I don’t want to rush you, I just want to know you more.” You text back before deciding to take a risk. “Let’s take a break from it for now. If you're free, let's go get breakfast. I’ll drive.”

Your heart pounded as you awaited a reply, and it came much slower than the one before it.

After what felt like forever, the three dots on iMessage popped up, indicating that he was typing a response to your proposition. You held your breath as the message appeared, with another one shortly after that.

"Breakfast sounds good. I’m free in about an hour.” and “You sure you want to drive? I could if you want to be a passenger princess or whatever they are called.”

You let out a sigh of relief, the tension in your body slowly melting away as he was very clearly interested in seeing you. Rin had not only agreed, but even offered to pick you up. A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, though you couldn’t help but feel a little flustered at the idea of him coming to your place so casually. This was the first time you’d be seeing each other at a normal time of day.

You wanted to wait a minute to respond, trying to keep yourself from being, "No, I need gas anyway, so be ready in an hour."

He didn’t text back immediately, probably getting read for the day–but the thought of seeing him today in different wear than his usually baggy sweatpants that you assumed were his pajamas, had your heart full of excitement.

Did you like him? You had been spending so much time together, and with the way you two touch each other, it's easy to confuse your relationship as more than it is. The nights you have been spending together meant more to you than any current friendships you have, because he’s just so raw and genuine with you. He listens to you, and he cuddles you while you talk. The idea of him seeing you when you weren’t buried in blankets or half asleep was nerve-wracking, but exciting all the same.

You shook those thoughts away, fixing your hair and choosing an outfit to wear to get breakfast.

An hour later, just as you finished gathering your bag, you heard a knock at your door. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized you were really going to see him, despite knowing you were in his lap just last night. You quickly went downstairs and made your way to the door, opening it to find Rin standing there with his usual nonchalant air, dressed in a black hoodie and light-washed jeans, whispering a greeting to you. His eyes flicked to yours as he stood there with his hands shoved in his pockets, his lips curling into a small smile at your nervous gaze.

“Thought we agreed I’d pick you up?” you inquired, stepping aside to let him in with a little pout in your tone.

He shrugged, looking around your living room as if to take in the details about you that you probably already talked to him about. “I’m next door, and I’d rather get out of my house if I can.”

You raised an eyebrow at his choice of words, feeling a pang at the inclination of them, but didn’t press him on it. “Okay, let’s go.”

You two talked about basic stuff like your day yesterday– anything that didn't make it into last night's conversation– but didn’t talk a lot about him personally. There was a comfortable silence in between words, but it wasn’t necessarily the kind you were used to with him—this felt different, like there was some elephant in the room, one that was pressed up between you two that neither of you was willing to talk about. “I wonder about you,” you whisper once it seemed to get too quiet.

He turned towards you, “About my life?” he questioned, earning a nod from you. “There’s not much left to say. My parents work a lot and leave me to my own devices most of the time. They don’t care much about me, and I’ve had to learn how to do the same with them.” He said, punctuating his words with a sigh. You frown at the knowledge, parking the car at the gas station. Your hand reaches his, rubbing it with your thumb. “I’m sorry. You deserve someone who makes you feel wanted.” You whisper, trying your best not to invade his feelings, but attempt to reassure him.

“You do,” he mutters, his hand moving to tighten around yours. “I feel like a stage 4 clinger. I want to stay with you all the time because you care so much, and I care so much about you too,” he admits, every word causing your heart rate to increase. “Rin…” you mumbled, grabbing his jaw gently and turning it towards you.

Your eyes locked, and it was the first time you realized that he wasn’t closed off to you the way you had initially thought. Rin had always expressed himself to you in his eyes, with the way he gazed at you– allowing his eyes to tell you more about his emotions than he could express in words. The reason he hadn’t talked about his personal life was that his family was so absent that there genuinely wasn’t much to say. He’d rather hear you talk about yourself, because the fact that you even WANTED to speak to him made him feel more important than anyone else.

With this realization, you kissed him. His hands moved to wrap around the nape of your neck, steadying the kiss. “You’re bold,” he whispered when you two broke apart. “Not really, I just figured you’d respond well to it. It felt like the right thing to do,” you mumbled, brushing your delicate finger over his plump bottom lip.

Rin couldn’t help his lips from curving into that lazy smirk of his, but this time it wasn’t to deflect his true feelings—it was truthful, and almost shy. His hand moved up from your neck to your jaw, his thumb grazing it as if he was committing the moment to memory. “Definitely the right thing to do,” he murmured, his voice low and his eyes telling you how special these moments with you were to him.

You swallowed, looking back at him as the weight of what just happened settled over you. You kissed him, and the tension inside the car felt stronger now, humming with an energy that was both thrilling and terrifying.

“What does this mean for us?” you asked him, hating how small your voice sounded.

Rin leaned back in his seat, his hands letting go of you and his head leaning against the headrest, but his eyes traced over your features like he was still trying to burn all your features into his memory. “For us? Not sure,” he shrugged, “But for me? It means I’m screwed,” he said with a groan, though the faint tug of a smile at the corner of his lips betrayed the seriousness of his words.

You pouted, nudging his shoulder with your hand. “Why do you always make everything sound so negative?”

He sighed, shaking his head. “Because if I tell you how I really feel, I might scare you off.”

Your chest tightened at that, but you tried so desperately to keep it light. “Try me.”

He shakes his head at you, clearly too reluctant to truly say the truth. “Go get gas,” he says, nudging you back. “I'm hungry, and you’re taking forever,” he says, and you roll your eyes, lacking any bite in them, though.

“Fine, fine,” you say, getting out and pumping gas, “whose the passenger princess now?” you giggle. After finishing, you got back into the car and started it, driving to a diner nearby that you thought would be casual enough for breakfast.

The silence that followed was slightly heavy, but not necessarily uncomfortable; it was more like both of you were preparing for something bigger than late-night banter or banana milk on rooftops. Rin shifted slightly in his seat, scooting a bit closer to your side of the car, sliding his hand over to your hand that’s resting near the center console.

“I like you,” he said simply. No hesitation. No playful deflection. His words cut through the noise in your head with startling clarity. He meant what he said, and you could tell from the way he was looking at you with a gaze of vulnerability.

“Are you serious?” you asked, despite knowing he was being honest. Still, you blinked slowly in surprise, your lips parting slightly as if you weren’t sure you heard him right. “You like me?”

“Yeah,” he repeated, this time firmer, his eyes boring into yours, clearly nervous as he awaited a response.. “More than I should, probably. That’s why I was so hesitant to speak. I was worried that if I let myself, I would’ve told you everything about how I was beginning to feel about you, and it scared me. I also knew that then I wouldn’t be able to stop.” He sighed before mumbling quietly, “What would I have done if you pushed me away after?”

Your heart thudded wildly in your chest, and every beat seemed to echo in your ears. It was everything you wanted to hear and yet nearly everything you were terrified to admit at the same time.

You laughed nervously, trying to shake off the rush of adrenaline surging through your veins that had your heart pumping like crazy. “You mean…all those nights, you actually enjoyed sitting there listening to me ramble about my stupid day?”

“Not stupid,” he interrupted, a faint crease forming between his furrowed brows. “I liked it. It was nice having you trust me like that.” His hand finally moved, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I don’t think you realize what you mean to me yet. Especially how special you make me feel”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you swore he could hear you gulp. The way he said it was like it was inevitable, like the universe had conspired to place you next door to him. As if some alchemy tied your being to his, whatever it was, it made your chest throb in the best possible way.

“Then show me,” you whispered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance, “Show me how you feel.”

He raised a brow. “What, here? In the car?”

You smacked his shoulder, laughing despite the heat you could feel rushing towards your cheeks. “That’s not what I meant, Rin.”

He smirked, but his eyes softened. “I know.” He tugged your hand closer, brushing his lips over your knuckles, a gesture so gentle yet intimate it made your stomach flip. “Breakfast first. Then… I’ll show you.”

For the first time in weeks, maybe months, you didn’t feel like you were carrying the weight of everyone else’s problems. For once, you felt wanted—for no reason other than being you.

And it terrified you just as much as it thrilled you.

“Yeah, I’d like that. Take me on a date and then deflower me or whatever,” and he snorts, “I am not deflowing you before I ask you to be my girlfriend.”

You know it’s probably the bare minimum for him to care about your relationship more than anything physical, but it still warmed your heart to know his intentions. “I’ll wait then, we have one million things to talk about before we get to that point,” you smile– a true, genuine smile.

“You are special, Rin, more special to me than anything else I have going on in life,” you say, bringing his hand towards your cheek, even though your eyes were focused on the road. “I know, you’ve made it clear,” he whispers, “one of the reasons I like you so much.”

You had finally had something meaningful, something personal to you. This was your Rin, and he knew it, too. In the same way, you were his, like a prized possession he had to himself. You both promised to still have your late-night meet-ups, but they weren’t strict to the roof anymore; they began to be in each other's rooms, your limbs lazily tangled between each other while watching reruns of TV shows you two could binge.

You had someone who truly cared for you as you were, and not for what you could provide for him, and someone who would hold you every night with small kisses on your neck and forehead.

It was truly all you could ask for.