sunasilhouette

[sunasilhouette]

「a timely bet」 pt.2 - s.rintarou x f!reader

✧summary:

suna pisses you off during exam season and it was only right for you to get back at him… except it backfires terribly.

or… can suna last a week without sex.

✧wc: 2.2k (part 1) | 7.6k (part 2)

✧au: college!au, established relationship, second year!suna, second year!reader,

✧tags: explicit smut, minors dni, bratty!reader, experienced!reader, sadist!suna, dom!suna,

warnings under cut | ao3 link (sentence case)

✧warnings: fingering (f.), teasing, degradation, dirty talk, edging, orgasm denial, voyeurism, dubcon, pet names (princess/ bunny/ slut), unprotected sex (pls use protection), dubcon, sexting, nudes, creampies, overstimulation, +you've been warned.

you were generous for that first night, leaving suna to ‘study’ and to snuggle up in your bed, sleeping soundly.

the morning after, however, you already had an idea to make suna’s studying plan go poorly. waking up early, you made breakfast for two - the catch was, you were wearing the apron rintarou gifted last valentines. so, when suna came sauntering into the kitchen at the smell of food, his brain malfunctioned at the sight of that pretty backside view. an apron with practically nothing else underneath. he had to do a double take before his head was filled with unholy thoughts way too early in the morning. needless to say, he was surprised to see you already up and cooking breakfast for him, but what really caught his attention was your outfit—or lack thereof.

“mornin’,” you teased, turning your head to greet him, back still exposed along with the marks he left two days ago.

his gaze roamed over every curve and dip of your back as you turned away. “morning,” he managed to say with a hoarse voice. "you… look good."

suna walks over behind you, unable to resist running his hands down your sides before gripping onto the hips he thinks about night and day. “what's on the menu?" he asked, kissing light pecks on your shoulders and neck.

“nothing too complicated - something savoury. you’ll want a full stomach for your exam, no?” you said in a sing-song-tune, purposely not giving him too much attention as he thumbed light figures of eights, tracing the curve from your waist to your hips.

he nuzzled into your nape, breath hot against your skin, mumbling in that low morning voice, “mm… was thinkin’ about something sweet first.” his lips climbed higher to nip at your ear, “and then maybe come back for seconds later.”

despite his blatant morning arousal, he took a seat at the kitchen table, zoning out as best as he could only to sneak glances. you played it cool, but inside, you already felt this little bet was already going your way. it was day one but suna was already showing signs of cracking.

every movement, every sway or bend was so he could catch a sinful glimpse. about to serve his food? you made sure to lean over just enough for him to see an eyeful of cleavage. and just as you turned to finally do the dishes, you could hear a long sigh as he tried, albeit poorly, to reign in his dirty thoughts.

thinking he was about to leave to cram, you thought wrong. suna stood up from the table and walked over to wrap his arms around your waist and pulled you close, pressing himself against your back. warm hands place themselves on your hips, dipping underneath the apron which barely covered your body, the large palms of his hands and pads of his calloused finger tips wandered along your waist line and threatened to dip down even further… “can I have dessert now?” suna muttered against the nape of your neck, a cheeky swipe of his tongue tasting your skin.

”it’d be pretty embarrassing for you if you lost day one,” you reminded him with a grin. though, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t buzzing at the feel of his hands and the prospect of winning this bet so easily.

”you never said other parts of you weren’t off limits,” his fingers ghosted circles over your skin, pulling at the waist band of your underwear only for it to snap back in place. the implication was heavy, making you bite your lip as the air around you seemed to simmer into steam.

“do you need to touch me that badly, rin?” you whispered, bringing your hand down over his. “don’t tell me you actually enjoy making this harder for yourself?”

suna's fingers curled around your waist as you guided his hand to your bare skin. he let out a low chuckle at your teasing words. "maybe I do enjoy making things harder for myself," he said with a smirk. "but it seems like you're enjoying it too, aren't you?"

he leaned in close, his lips just barely a breath away from yours. he swallowed hard, forcing himself to swerve and trailed kisses down the nape of your neck. you’d be an idiot to deny him this.

two hours before his first exam and here he was between your thighs, nipping, biting and kissing up to the source of your wetness. letting out a whine a little too desperate for your liking, you chastised him, “don’t you have an exam later?”

suna let out his typical dark chuckle, peeling your underwear away to expose his dessert, ”yeah. and?” his dark, foxy eyes glowered at you from below, his tongue busying itself with lapping up the endless fountain streaming from your cunt. “maybe I should just forfeit this bet now.” suna punctuated his sentence with the push of his long fingers opening up your entrance. you never said he couldn’t eat you out.

his free hand snaked up under the apron to cup at your bare chest, twirling his fingers around a stiffened nipple before pinching, sending a jolt down your spine and a curse out your throat. “fuck… maybe you should - and prove that you’re nothing but a clingy, horny fox,” you retorted, tempting him even more. but, suna really wanted to win the bet. if only to make you his bitch for a day.

he was tempted to give in and kiss you to silence those diabolical lips, but he wasn’t about to throw the towel in this early. "oh, I'm definitely clingy," he said with a smirk. "and horny? well… let’s just say you're really not helping."

without any further delay, suna leaned forward and buried his face between your thighs. his tongue lapped at your wet folds eagerly, savoring the taste of  your arousal. he pressed a hand down to cage your hips still as his tongue lathered and sucked at your clit as you whined for more. suna slipped another finger inside, curling it upwards in search of that favourite spot that would always have you cursing his entire existence. when he found it, he pressed against it insistently, swallowing every drop of your cum as if it was liquid gold, wanting you to clamp your pretty thighs around his head.

and you did, every nerve tingling and legs shaking as he made you see white. he was persistent, fucking his fingers right where he knew you wanted it and more. rin would always push you to the edge and past it - be it thumbing your clit in rough figures of eight or swiping his tongue between the thick, long fingers spreading your cunt just to taste more of you. he always gave you more, and more.

suna lapped his soaked fingers, only to lick and gnaw up your spent body to the flesh of your neck just so he didn’t accidentally kiss you. though, the thought of making you taste his favourite flavour on his tongue (you) was too fucking delicious to ignore.

so, he slipped his soaked fingers into your wet open mouth, playing with your tongue as he peppered kisses on your jaw, saying, “tastes better than any dessert.” with a wicked grin, he gazed enjoyingly at the sight of your post-orgasmic bliss.

“you’re such an asshole, rin…” you barely managed to get out with his fingers on your tongue.

he laughed, kissed your cheek again and cleaned off his fingers before wiping away the excess on your bottom lip, “yeah?”

needless to say, suna rushed off to his exam without cramming, making sure to help clean you and himself up, leaving with a goodbye kiss to your head. despite his nonchalantness and aloofness in your daily interactions, he said more in his actions than anything else. occasionally, you’d find your chest getting unexpectedly tight… then, he’d say something stupid to either make you roll your eyes or make an attempt to slap his wrist.

you shook your head stretching and rolling off the complicated thoughts. if you were gonna win this bet, maybe you had to go about your plan differently - enough to make suna go past the point of desperation. the ping of your phone cleared your mind, making you grin at the notification.

the package you ordered last night arrived and you were already getting excited just thinking about the ‘present’ you were gonna leave in rintarou’s messages tomorrow. suna still had volleyball practice along with his exams. sure, it was brutal for him but more time for you to figure out how to torture him tomorrow.

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the next day, your informant, atsumu, let you know via a cheeky text message that rin was at the library cramming for his next exam. atsumu even made a comment about how it was weird that he was cramming. so, what better way to tempt him and get him all hot and bothered than a photo of yourself in suna’s favourite colour of the lewdest lingerie you now own. message sent and delivered.

suna's phone buzzed with a notification, and he couldn't help the smirk that grew on his lips when he saw that it was from his favourite person. he opened the message eagerly, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you in what he could only describe as diabolical.

the tightening in his jeans at your little message made him gulp and he knew that this was exactly what you wanted. but, suna wasn't going to make it easy for you. instead of responding right away, he thought it’d be more entertaining to play along.

after a few minutes pondering, suna finally sent back his reply.

well, he definitely wasn’t studying anymore. entertaining your successful attempt at ruining his cram sesh probably wasn’t the brightest of ideas right now. but, hell, you never texted him like this—all clingy and cute with ‘i miss yous’ and hearts. he couldn’t resist playing along just to see how far you were willing to take this.

as he was sliding his laptop back into his bag, another notification caught his attention. his eyes zeroed in on your pretty fingers dipping under that pretty lingerie on your pretty skin. as if he needed any more convincing to stop studying and go deal with the uncomfortable feeling in his pants. it should be his hands unveiling every inch of you instead.

suna was quick to lock himself in that empty bathroom on the 4th floor, unzipping his jeans, taking a downward angle to capture just enough of his hard cock. he sent the pic off with a smirk and typed, ‘satisfied?’

a torturous few minutes for suna passed with no response. though, what came next wasn’t a photo or a teasing reply, but a voice message. he was already wearing his usual headphones, as you predicted he would have. with a racing heartbeat and an almost painful erection, he pressed play only to be blessed with your voice, all raspy and desperate, accompanied by faint buzzing and wetness in the background.

suna cursed. oh… what a fucking tease.

he could picture you perfectly in his mind: biting down on your lip, body quivering at every vibration, soaking wet and ruining his sheets. his hand instinctively clutched his cock, stroking it steadily to the sound of your voice. it’s not enough. it never was enough. he needed you like air—needed you bent over, spread open and pleading for more.

another image, this time of your soiled underwear, cum leaking from the inside with another sinful message, ‘bet u wanna come inside instead :)’

suna’s brows furrowed and he couldn’t help but scoff, tightening his hand around his cock, wishing it was your perfect tight pussy instead. his breaths were heavy, stroking himself faster and harder, taking in the sight of you, envisioning all the dirty things he wanted to do to you at the end of this week. he let out a strained groan as he spilled into his hand, coating it with shame.

maybe he should just come over and forfeit the bet just to fuck you into a whimpering mess… composing and cleaning himself, suna quickly typed out a reply, ‘u should text me like that more often. it turns me on.'

‘good x see u tmr :)’

that was the last text you sent that day.

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neither of you had agreed to meet the day after, but that message held the implication that suna didn’t really have any choice in the matter. plus, he always wanted to be with you. you thought this bet would be easier for him if he decided to avoid you for the week but, of course, rin could never help himself when it came to you. there weren’t any complaints on your side. apart from, well, you were starting to get desperate.

in the late afternoon, you move from the spot on your couch to the sound of suna’s melodic knocking at the door. you opened the door to greet him, wearing nothing but loose shorts and a tank top, “you’re late.”

suna couldn’t help the grin that curled on his lips. you were gorgeous to him, as always, his mind racing back to yesterday. “my bad,” he said, taking off his shoes and stepping inside, “miya one dragged me out for drinks with miya two. cus, y’know—they're done with their exams.” suna dropped his gym bag by the sofa, sinking down onto it. “what do you have planned for me today?” he asked casually, voice steady despite the growing lust in his eyes.

you followed after him and just as he sat down, you slid your legs over him, straddling his lap, already wrapping your arms around his neck. “today?” with a grin, you slowly peeled his baseball cap off, running your hands through his hair and gave him a peck on the cheek. “nothing planned but annoying you~.” giving a mischievous smile, you cuddled up to him, pressing your chest against his.

his eyes widened as he let out a soft groan from the sensation. “well,” he sighed with a growing smirk. “for some reason, I don’t feel that annoyed right now.” suna ran his hands up and down your back, feeling himself get harder by the second. “d’you know what you’re doing to me?”

“the same thing I was doing to you yesterday, maybe…?” you whispered, almost sounding unsure except you knew exactly what you were doing, loving every second of rin’s agony. you rolled your hips, circling on his lap like a cat. “why don’t you tell me all about it?”

he let out a chuckle saying, “I was sitting there, trying to focus for once but all I could think about was you. only you,” he continued, fingers pressing into the bare skin of your back, slipping down to grip your hips, “your pretty curves, your soft skin… driving me fucking insane.” rin leaned in closer, nibbling at your ear, whispering softly, “wished you were there with me. make everyone hear just how much of a slut you can be for me.”

the amused sigh that left your lips brushed against his, hot and airy. skin lighting aflame everywhere his hands touched, the scent of his earthy cologne and the slight growl of his frustrated voice was doing something to you. “yeah? what else did you do?” you beckoned him for more, arching your back as his grip grew tighter, letting out a half moan.

“fucked my hand wishing it was your throat and your perfect, tight pussy instead,” he leaned back, taking in your dilated eyes, “and your voice? fuck- I could listen to it all day.”

you let out a breathy chuckle, grinding your hips against his, the tent in his pants rubbing firmly against your clit through your clothes. both of you let out a shared moan, suna clicking his tongue with a smirk of his own, “you’re making this so hard for me, princess.”

that made you laugh again as you leaned in closer. he could almost taste the sweetness of your tongue but he needed to resist—resist kissing those beautiful, wet lips of yours. “am I?” you gazed into his eyes, flicking down to his lips. your hands wandered under his shirt, rolling your hips against him again, body sending signals and begging for him to touch you anywhere and everywhere. “then just give in already, rin.”

a low growl escaped his throat, your own hands searing his skin. it was tempting. here you were, sat on him all pretty and pliant. but he knew better. this was a game after all —one that he intended to win.

“not yet,” he said, voice low and husky, “I’ve lasted this long, haven’t I?” he tilted his head, dodging your lips to plant a chaste kiss on your cheek, swiping a stripe with his tongue just below your jaw.

your brows furrowed, desperation and frustration spiralling at your core. maybe you did underestimate him. at this rate, suna was going to win this bet. you weren’t about to let that happen. depriving rin meant depriving yourself. your underwear was soaked through just feeling his heavy cock throb between your legs. enough was enough.

“hey… wanna amend a rule?” you whispered, ghosting your lips against his, staring into his darkened golden eyes.

his brow raised at that, curious as to what you had in mind but he had a pretty good idea. suna could tell you were slipping. he knew this would happen. if anything, he was waiting for this to happen. “sure,” he mused with a smirk, “don’t keep me waiting.” he leaned in terrifyingly close, your lips a breath away from his.

with a gulp, you feigned having the upper hand, suggesting, “from now on… I’ll let you kiss me.”

suna didn’t miss the blush that glowed on your face at your proposal. he couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. he had been dying to kiss you—to taste those sweet lips and explore your mouth like always. “you’ll let me kiss you?” suna paused, an evil smirk and a familiar, sinister glint in his eyes. you knew he was up to no good. “what if I don’t want to?”

”ugh… shut up,” you whined, bumping foreheads with him as you stared into his squinted eyes and blown out pupils.

with a cocky grin, he raised a hand to cup your cheek and pressed down his thumb on your bottom lip. “patience, princess.”

he started slow, purposely and painfully slow. a peck to the furrow of your brows, then to the corners of your frown. then, he cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in as he finally pressed his lips against yours.

it was soft at first, gentle even—his wet tongue slipped to coat your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. you clutched at his shirt, letting out a muffled moan, feeling a heated flush rise in the pit of your stomach. when was the last time you had kissed rin? it had been so long—he tasted so good, like sin and silver.

it was a slow dance, as if he was exploring the taste of you for the first time.

suna pulled back as you tried leaning into him for more. he let out a chuckle at your mounting desire, his own lips wet and glossy. with furrowed brows and a click of your tongue, the two of you clashed lips, as if the ropes holding both of you back had finally snapped apart.

suna’s tongue was meticulous, sly, and dangerous; so were his hands. they wandered under your shorts and tanktop, groping, twisting, pinching and grasping at your skin all over. it was a mess. you were melting against his lips, not even noticing the hands that had crept under your top, tracing circles around your chest before lightly pinching at pebbled nipples.

you gasped for air and suna pulled back slightly to catch his own breath, “wow,” he whispered, “you’re shaking.”

he captured your lips again as you both resigned yourselves to make out for what felt like hours. you couldn’t get enough of each other yet you were both torturing yourselves with this stupid bet.

“y’sure you don’t wanna just fuck, rin…?” you whined between messy kisses.

“I do,” he said, but even as he spoke, suna found himself slipping his hand under your shorts once again, teasingly rubbing circles around your clit, spreading the wetness firmly at the entrance. “but…”

he slid two fingers inside, watching the satisfaction that made your eyes roll back, kissing you through soft moans of ecstasy. “I’m having so much more fun right now.”

you bit your bottom lip—maybe out of frustration but you were trying to hide the fact that suna’s stupid long fingers curled inside you so perfectly. the lack of sex was getting to you and you were swiftly running out of options to try and win this bet.

you cursed, couldn’t help the way your hips ground against his long, calloused fingers or how your walls fluttered around him, begging to be stretched. “rin… more…” you clutched his face, staring into his dark, blown out eyes. he also couldn’t help the grin at your reaction. he had you right where he wanted—desperate for release.

without another word, suna began fucking his fingers into you—curling them just the way he knew you liked before adding a third finger into the mix. he watched with satisfaction as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

as you cupped his face and begged for more, suna leaned in closer until your lips were barely touching. "you're so fucking desperate," he whispered, "wanna come that bad?" he continued to work his fingers inside of you, thumbing your clit in tight, rhythmic circles, watching as you grew more and more needy.

suna bit down on your bottom lip before sliding his tongue against yours, devouring and swallowing your moans, tasting the desperation as you began to come undone. you moaned against his lips, clamping down on his three fingers, the knot in your core tightening and tightening. he could feel the heat radiating off of your body. you start to see hot, molten white as you call his name…

but suna had other plans. three of his fingers still pressed inside you but his ministrations stopped. with watery, glazed eyes, you look at him as if he had just offended your entire blood line.

he, however, just smiled. “how’s it feel?” suna patted your cheek, voice low and sly. “were you close?” the damned fucking bastard knew the answer to that already. you nodded, biting your bottom lip as you let out an unintended whimper.

“if you wanna come that badly, you gotta tell me, princess,” suna flexed his fingers experimentally, chuckling at the whine that left your lips, ”use your words.”

the breath you let out was shaky at best, walls fluttering in waves around his thick fingers. gritting your teeth, you really didn’t want to give him what he wants, “fuck you.”

rin hummed, raising his brows, “I’d like that a lot actually. but, brats who don’t play nice won’t get what they want.” he pulled away, leaving you feeling completely empty, gripping your hips to push you off, “on your knees.”

he didn’t leave you much of a choice, losing balance off his lap, sitting on the floor between his spread legs. suna tugged at your chin before shoving his moist fingers down your throat, slick with your wetness. you blinked and the next thing you saw was his heavy, large, veiny cock, revealed to you. “if you don’t wanna use your words, you can do something else with your mouth ‘til you change your mind.”

with furrowed brows and dewy eyes, you lapped at his fingers as if that was your answer, eyes hazed in lust. you’d never admit it to him but the way he manhandles you always made you feel something that you could never explain. suna pulled his fingers away, tipping his head expectantly with that same irritatingly hot smirk.

you started with a small lick at his tip, spreading the pre on your tongue before licking a stripe down his entire length. suna let out a deep sigh of pleasure as he met your heated gaze, “you can do more than that.”

he slid his other hand through your locks, massaging your scalp as you wrapped your pretty lips around the head of his cock, hollowing your cheeks and hearing moans—his or yours, you weren’t sure. suna’s fingers buried into your hair and he forced you all the way down his cock. his patience had worn thin.

he loved the feeling of your throat constricting around his cock as you struggled to breathe around it. and he loved the pretty little tears that roll down those rosy cheeks as he fucked your throat hard and deep. the only thing better was, of course, that perfect pussy of yours. but, he had to make do. he had to teach you a lesson on compliance.

suna was cumming down your throat faster than he would on most days, but he didn’t care. he had been pent up this entire week and spilling down your throat would be his saving grace to lasting the last few days without fucking your cunt. he finally released his grip in your hair as he watched his spend drip out your lips as you struggled to swallow.

he tugged at your chin, swiping the remaining back into your mouth. he didn’t miss the tiny moan that left your lips at the way he was treating you. “come here.”

suna gripped your arm as he pulled you up, only to push you back down on the couch. “kiss me,” he commanded. as you tilted your head up, he tugged you closer, deepening the kiss.

you unconsciously spread your legs as he ripped your shorts and underwear off in one smooth motion. he grinded against you and you did the same. your wetness coated his length as he dragged the surface against your entrance. you called his name between his endless kisses, as if a prayer, wanting him to completely ruin you. “fuck—please… wanna cum.”

the rule was no sex but there weren't any rules about making each other cum like this. if anything, it just made you want to bury yourselves into each other tenfold. suna smirked as he kissed you through your pleas. his rough fingers slid down to your clit, giving it a playful and light smack, as if letting out the frustration that he doesn’t get to stretch out and fuck that wet pussy of yours.

“good girl.”

suna felt a surge of satisfaction as swallowed your moans against his lips, feeling your walls clenching around his fingers as you grew closer and closer to orgasm. he drew tight circles around your clit, hammering his fingers through your gummy walls, hitting that spongy sweet spot every single time, tasting the desperation on your tongue. “that’s it,” he whispered, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

he continued to work his fingers inside, curling them just right before adding a fourth finger into the mix. and sure enough, within moments, he felt you squishing down on his four fingers as you came undone with a loud cry. suna grinned as your body trembled, your eyes closed and your lips parted in ecstasy.

as you came down from your high, suna slowly withdrew his fingers - watching as your breathing slowly returned to normal. "feeling better?" he asked with a smirk.

the post-orgasm clarity was hitting you hard, as suna peppered kisses on your cheek, rubbing circles on your hips.

“do you always have to try to get the last word in?” you chided, though the scolding was empty with how breathless you sounded.

“mhm. I’ll have the last word too when I win this bet and get to fuck you properly.” with one last teasing stroke against your clit, suna pulled back slightly to catch his breath. "but for now," he said with a smirk, "let's see how many times I can make you cum before we break any more rules."

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you lost count how many times you came before suna had to physically stop himself before he lost all of his restraint. there were a couple of days left of the bet and you need to do something. and, frankly you were incredibly frustrated—sexually frustrated. you even resorted to attempting to wake up rin the next morning with a blowjob but, unfortunately for you, rin was obviously physically stronger.

“I think we should’ve gone over the health precautions of you not blowing your load inside me at all for the past five days.” you deadpanned while rin had your wrists pinned above your head. “how you holding up, blue balls?” you teased, trying to rile him up first thing in the morning.

suna couldn't help but let out a low growl, feeling his frustration building up inside of him. he had been holding back for days now and he’d be lying if he told himself it wasn’t starting to take its toll on him.

"I'm doing just fine," he said with a smirk, "but I can't say the same thing about you." he leaned in closer until your faces were inches apart. "you're practically begging me to fuck you now," he whispered, "and if we weren't so close to the end of this bet, I would do just that."

suna enjoyed the way you squirmed beneath him. "but we both know that wouldn't be fair," he added with a grin.

you frown at him and groan, trying to shake your hands out of his grasp. “whatever. go study for your exam or whatever.”

chuckling in satisfaction knowing he finally had the upper hand, “you know what would really help me study?” he whispered with a smirk, “if you could give me something to focus on.” his eyes locked onto yours, gaze burning with intensity as he waited for your response.

you paused, biting your lip as your own eyes burned with lust, cheeks warming from the embarrassment. for as much as he’s been depriving you, he’s still been his usual clingy self, making you feel good every day with just his kisses and fingers. you’d be a fool to deny him what he was always offering. and, suna knew he could tame your anger just by satisfying you every now and then.

“just shut up and kiss me…”

suna made you come undone twice that morning before leaving for the library—since god knows he would’ve failed your bet if he stayed. but, thankfully, that just left you able to do some more scheming.

today was the day. you were rummaging through your closet for the outfit that had him whipped last halloween. he was in for a hell of a surprise. 

suna knocked the same melody on your apartment door, waiting for it to open but found it strange there wasn’t a response. he tested the door knob and the door was already open. he stepped in, calling out your name only to be met with silence.

no lights were turned on save a dim, warm light peeking from the bedroom. he was cautious, taking slow steps and pushed his palm on the door, creaking as it opened.

and all he saw was you. sitting legs crossed, all pretty, save nothing but his favourite outfit on you which was easily in the top 5 of his mental list: sheer, fishnet tights, a skin-tight fabric one piece, and matching bunny ears and fluffy tail. he could feel his pants tightening already.

“took you long enough,” you chided with a smirk.

suna let out a whistle as he dropped his bag, slipping his jacket off while he was at it. “guess you finally decided to play dirty.” he walked over, his eyes practically fucking you, taking in every dip and curve. “you look nice,” he added with a grin. he leaned down, sinking his palms on the bed at your sides. “but, y’know. this isn’t gonna change anything,” he whispered, tilting his head to the side, “I’m still gonna win.”

you arched your back as you leaned up to brush your lips against his ever so slightly. with a smile, you clenched your fist on his shirt, dragging him down and flipping your positions, skillfully straddling him. his phone slipped out of his pocket on the way down. suna let out a groan, his eyes roaming the places where your lace fishnets stretched and hugged your thighs.

“you don’t look like a winner right now, rin,” you retorted, fingers running up and down his chest.

“hm… don’t know about that. I kinda feel like a winner.” suna ran his hands up and down your thighs—radiating the heat of your skin. he trapped a finger under the lines of your tights, raising his finger and flicking it back to slap against your thigh. he chuckled, hands wandering the cold fabric up your back. he couldn’t resist any longer, clutching the nape of your neck and pulling you in, tongue ravishing every inch of your mouth as he held you close. he broke away for a moment, whispering into your ear, “I’ll be nice and let you cum a few times since you’ve given my eyes such a nice present.”

you stopped him as he reached in for another kiss, hopping off his lap. “ah, ah. don’t you wanna enjoy the show a little bit more?” you turned around to reveal the little tuft of the tail attached to the outfit, dragging your own hand down the back of your legs, arching your back once more for suna. backing up into his lap, you squirmed into place, turning your head to the side and whispered into his ear, “or are you gonna fuck me like a slut?”

suna let out a slow breath, trying his best to reign in the voice inside him feeding him tempting ideas. you turned your head to the side, licking your lips as you ground back against his crotch. his last exam was tomorrow and you were already relishing in the idea of winning, picturing what you were gonna make him do.

but, suna’s phone vibrated at the wrong moment. both of you looked over, the text appearing in bold letters. suna’s face lit up for all the wrong reasons and yours? your life may as well have just flashed behind your eyes. his last exam got cancelled.

he’s technically won—and with you right in front of him ripe for the taking.

your brain triggered its physiological response for fight or flight. it chose flight. you jumped off the bed fast enough to probably make you light headed but, of course, suna was faster.

with one smooth motion, suna used his ungodly grip to grab onto your wrist, dragging you back on the bed, trapping you beneath him, and pinning your thighs down. “see. told you I’d win,” he said, grinning like a bastard.

panic struck your face as suna used his strength against you, devouring your lips in an instant, ripping those unholy tights from your legs, making you stammer, “h-hey- wait…!” you whined, barely managing to get a word in between his kisses, “this isn’t fair…!”

he laughed at your protest, grip still tight and firm. suna couldn't wait any longer—he needed to feel your skin against his own—hear you call his name. “I don’t recall there being any rules about fairness,” he said with a smirk, “besides… I think you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

fuck winning on a technicality. he needed you like the earth needs the sun and he was sure he’d combust if he didn’t do something about the raging erection under his pants. “now be a good girl and show me how wet you are.”

with that, suna’s lips came crashing down to devour you once more. his hands roamed every inch of you as rough and desperate as your body tingled with each caress. the obvious fact that you were dripping wet and down your thighs was already testament to how desperate you were no matter how much you’d try to deny it. and, lucky for suna, this particular outfit had that crude opening right where he wanted to be, ready for him to completely ravish.

“rin- I said wait…!” but his patience had run out days ago. he said nothing as he exposed his cock, red and veiny, pumping it before slipping the tip around your wet cunt. the moan you let out was diabolical, not really helping your obvious desperation.

“you’re so fucking wet and desperate, princess. think I could fuck you just like this.” he let his cock drop, using his spare hand to fuck two fingers into you. the way you clamped down on him instantly made him scoff. actually, maybe he could watch you squirm in agony for a little while longer.

as if hearing his thoughts, you stuttered out, “n-no… please, rin.” you needed more. you needed him.

suna pumped another finger into your gummy walls, thumbing your clit as he said, “use your words. dunno what you want from me.”

he’s so cruel.

you bite your lip, body humming with frustration. if suna kept going, you knew you could cum like this. but you didn’t want to cum like this. his fingers were insistent, making your core coil and threaten to snap. you caved. “I need you, rin—need you to f-fuck me, please…!”

he ripped his fingers away as he lined up his cock. suna leant down to your ear, nibbling at it, smirking as he says, “do it yourself if you want it so badly.”

without needing to double check, you could feel the tip of his heavy cock at your entrance. as you tried to get it in right, you accidentally rubbed his tip a few times between your folds which must’ve seemed like a tease because the second his tip had slid into your pussy he had gripped your hips and pulled you all the way down onto him.

you cried out in surprise, the stretch vibrating through your body that suna did not give you much time to adjust to. he grabbed your hips and began to forcefully push you up and down the length of his cock. you whined, your body writhing in pleasure as all you could do was keep your back arched as he forced you up and down on his cock like you were made for him.

“shit… still so fuckin’ tight for me,” he cursed through groans, grabbing your leg to swing over his shoulder. the new position had you seeing white, the breath taken straight out of you as the head of his cock pumped that sweet, spongy spot inside you with every single rough thrust.

you came on the spot, walls spasming around suna’s cock with euphoric cries. suna couldn’t help but chuckle and groan through the feeling. and, he wouldn’t be rin if he wasn’t making fun of you for it. “miss me much?” 

suna continued to pound into you relentlessly—each thrust pushing you both past your limits. he could feel his own release building up inside of him—knew that it wouldn't be long before he saw stars of his own. you could barely hear suna’s groans over the ringing in your head but you saw his eyes and the way he looked at you as if you were something to devour. his grip on your leg was tight as he bit into the plump flesh of it, eyes hazed and hungry.

rin was losing it. all he could think about was how good you felt, how tight and disgustingly wet your pussy was. he was so enraptured in everything that was you, letting out a load groan as he was spilled his cum into you without warning, fucking you through it. 

but he didn’t stop there. with each pump of cum that leaked out came another thrust, another mindblowing sensation down both your spines. it was almost too much. actually, no, it was too much—in just the right way. you called his name through your cries, a blubbering, fucked out mess.

only until he was satisfied with fucking his spend into your cunt did he let go of your leg, coming down to clutch your limp, panting body. “y’know,” he whispered. his hands came up to clutch your face, peppering kisses all over, licking up the stray tears on your blushing cheeks. “might have to just keep you like this, little bunny.”

you frown, brows scrunching up despite the fucked out expression on your face. “no…” finding the strength to wrap your legs around his back, pushing back inside your stained cunt just as he was trying to stop. “just- you’ve already-” won. he’s already won. your pride just didn’t let you admit defeat but you sure as well wanted to get fucked into a different state of consciousness (as if he didn’t just do exactly that). “p-please, rin… need more of you…”

suna let out a breathy chuckle at your persistence, lips curling into a satisfied grin knowing he has such an effect on you. “the things you do to me…” he whispered, giving you a chaste, intimate kiss, “if you want to keep going, then we’re doing it my way.” 

with one swift motion, suna flipped you onto your stomach, ass up, your legs dangling off the edge of the bed. “let’s see how much more you can take, princess,” he said with a smirk, lining up once more with a tight grip on her hips, sliding easily in one thrust.

you cried out as he pressed down on your back, making you arc as he pounded away. he gripped the little tuft on your outfit’s tail, yanking your ass up. the palm of his large hand came down hard, leaving a pink print on your skin, fucking you with no remorse, fucking his previous load deeper inside.

he bent over, weaving his fingers into your messy locks and pulled, whispering sinful words into your ear, “could’ve been fucked like the slut you are sooner if you just asked like a good girl instead of acting like a fucking brat.”

you whined in response, unable to say anything else, walls twitching at his vulgar speech. he scoffed, “you like being called a slut that bad?” his palm came down again.

“f-fuck… I-I’m go-gonna-”

“then why don’t you just do it and come like the brainless slut you are?” suna suggested. you were coming hard before you really knew it. your whole body shook and you could have sworn that white flashed as your body fell limp against the bed, legs practically jelly.

suna felt shockwaves and a hot sensation coursed through his veins. after gathering himself, he slowly pulled out, seeing the mixture of yours and his cum leak from your bruised cunt.

he called out to you but you ignored suna, focusing on your breathing. you were so full. he felt so good. your body was still shaking a little, surprised by how rough he had been so suddenly. he called your name again, turning you back onto your stomach to get a good look at you.

you opened your eyes enough so that you could hazily look at suna. he gave you a small smile and observed the fucked-out expression on your face. after checking your condition, he began to press small kisses across it.

“did so well princess,” he assured you lightly. “you okay?”

you nodded distractedly, the exhaustion of the day finally hitting you. suna laughed a little. “come on now, did I actually fuck you that good? you can’t come up with a sentence?”

you averted your eyes and suna didn’t think you could flush any deeper considering what he just did to you. but, you did.

“you always fuck me that good,” you said so quiet he could barely hear. he let out a small laugh and gave a light kiss to your head.

. . .

needless to say, you lost the bet. it felt like the longest week of the year. was it worth it? honestly, you couldn’t say. does rin manage to out-do himself every time both of you try to do something stupid like this stupid bet? yes, yes he does.

the morning after, you were sore out of your mind, waking up late with the sunlight streaming through the blinds on rin’s stupidly pretty face. he was sitting up against the head board, reading a group chat and grinning to himself. you pouted, getting his attention by nudging him under the blanket. “who got you smiling like that, huh?” you said all groggily.

rin looked over and gave you a grin and leaned down to kiss you. “s’just the neuro-sci group chat celebrating ‘bout the cancelled exam. apparently the answer sheet got leaked so our lecturer’s in a hissy fit.”

“yeah, yeah. you’re just happy that cancelled exam made you win the stupid bet.” wait. you did a double take. neuro-sci? “...why are you in the neuro-sci group chat?”

suna looked back at his phone, beginning to scroll through memes to send to osamu and replied nonchalantly, “hm? ‘cus I major in neuroscience.”

your jaw dropped. you’ve known rin for how long now and you never knew he majored in fucking neuro science. suna felt your stare and glanced back to see your shocked expression. “what?”

“you used to be known for sleeping around, getting high, playing volleyball and you weren’t even planning on studying for your exams until I basically forced you and you’re only just telling me that you major in fucking neuroscience?”

suna grinned, “well, you never asked.”

“unbelieveable.”

a/n: on god i'm so sorry this took so long to get out!!!!!! as a result, it ended up being a lot longer than i intended with plenty of smut so i hoped you enjoyed it :'D. once again, thank you very much for your patience. suna does neuroscience based off this post! I thought it was kinda funny and unexpected so I just rolled with it! note to self: finish a fic before releasing it in parts...

my inbox is always open! i'm really picky with requests but, i might get really inspired after reading one! there's still a request i'm writing up (sorry if ur the person that requested it and is still waiting)

my next fic will probably be the sunaosa x reader 3p or teacher assistant!reader x suna. will have to see! (or i write them at the same time ;;;)

[sunasilhouette]

「a timely bet」 pt.2 - s.rintarou x f!reader

✧summary:

suna pisses you off during exam season and it was only right for you to get back at him… except it backfires terribly.

or… can suna last a week without sex.

✧wc: 2.2k (part 1) | 7.6k (part 2)

✧au: college!au, established relationship, second year!suna, second year!reader,

✧tags: explicit smut, minors dni, bratty!reader, experienced!reader, sadist!suna, dom!suna,

warnings under cut | ao3 link (sentence case)

✧warnings: fingering (f.), teasing, degradation, dirty talk, edging, orgasm denial, voyeurism, dubcon, pet names (princess/ bunny/ slut), unprotected sex (pls use protection), dubcon, sexting, nudes, creampies, overstimulation, +you've been warned.

you were generous for that first night, leaving suna to ‘study’ and to snuggle up in your bed, sleeping soundly.

the morning after, however, you already had an idea to make suna’s studying plan go poorly. waking up early, you made breakfast for two - the catch was, you were wearing the apron rintarou gifted last valentines. so, when suna came sauntering into the kitchen at the smell of food, his brain malfunctioned at the sight of that pretty backside view. an apron with practically nothing else underneath. he had to do a double take before his head was filled with unholy thoughts way too early in the morning. needless to say, he was surprised to see you already up and cooking breakfast for him, but what really caught his attention was your outfit—or lack thereof.

“mornin’,” you teased, turning your head to greet him, back still exposed along with the marks he left two days ago.

his gaze roamed over every curve and dip of your back as you turned away. “morning,” he managed to say with a hoarse voice. "you… look good."

suna walks over behind you, unable to resist running his hands down your sides before gripping onto the hips he thinks about night and day. “what's on the menu?" he asked, kissing light pecks on your shoulders and neck.

“nothing too complicated - something savoury. you’ll want a full stomach for your exam, no?” you said in a sing-song-tune, purposely not giving him too much attention as he thumbed light figures of eights, tracing the curve from your waist to your hips.

he nuzzled into your nape, breath hot against your skin, mumbling in that low morning voice, “mm… was thinkin’ about something sweet first.” his lips climbed higher to nip at your ear, “and then maybe come back for seconds later.”

despite his blatant morning arousal, he took a seat at the kitchen table, zoning out as best as he could only to sneak glances. you played it cool, but inside, you already felt this little bet was already going your way. it was day one but suna was already showing signs of cracking.

every movement, every sway or bend was so he could catch a sinful glimpse. about to serve his food? you made sure to lean over just enough for him to see an eyeful of cleavage. and just as you turned to finally do the dishes, you could hear a long sigh as he tried, albeit poorly, to reign in his dirty thoughts.

thinking he was about to leave to cram, you thought wrong. suna stood up from the table and walked over to wrap his arms around your waist and pulled you close, pressing himself against your back. warm hands place themselves on your hips, dipping underneath the apron which barely covered your body, the large palms of his hands and pads of his calloused finger tips wandered along your waist line and threatened to dip down even further… “can I have dessert now?” suna muttered against the nape of your neck, a cheeky swipe of his tongue tasting your skin.

”it’d be pretty embarrassing for you if you lost day one,” you reminded him with a grin. though, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t buzzing at the feel of his hands and the prospect of winning this bet so easily.

”you never said other parts of you weren’t off limits,” his fingers ghosted circles over your skin, pulling at the waist band of your underwear only for it to snap back in place. the implication was heavy, making you bite your lip as the air around you seemed to simmer into steam.

“do you need to touch me that badly, rin?” you whispered, bringing your hand down over his. “don’t tell me you actually enjoy making this harder for yourself?”

suna's fingers curled around your waist as you guided his hand to your bare skin. he let out a low chuckle at your teasing words. "maybe I do enjoy making things harder for myself," he said with a smirk. "but it seems like you're enjoying it too, aren't you?"

he leaned in close, his lips just barely a breath away from yours. he swallowed hard, forcing himself to swerve and trailed kisses down the nape of your neck. you’d be an idiot to deny him this.

two hours before his first exam and here he was between your thighs, nipping, biting and kissing up to the source of your wetness. letting out a whine a little too desperate for your liking, you chastised him, “don’t you have an exam later?”

suna let out his typical dark chuckle, peeling your underwear away to expose his dessert, ”yeah. and?” his dark, foxy eyes glowered at you from below, his tongue busying itself with lapping up the endless fountain streaming from your cunt. “maybe I should just forfeit this bet now.” suna punctuated his sentence with the push of his long fingers opening up your entrance. you never said he couldn’t eat you out.

his free hand snaked up under the apron to cup at your bare chest, twirling his fingers around a stiffened nipple before pinching, sending a jolt down your spine and a curse out your throat. “fuck… maybe you should - and prove that you’re nothing but a clingy, horny fox,” you retorted, tempting him even more. but, suna really wanted to win the bet. if only to make you his bitch for a day.

he was tempted to give in and kiss you to silence those diabolical lips, but he wasn’t about to throw the towel in this early. "oh, I'm definitely clingy," he said with a smirk. "and horny? well… let’s just say you're really not helping."

without any further delay, suna leaned forward and buried his face between your thighs. his tongue lapped at your wet folds eagerly, savoring the taste of  your arousal. he pressed a hand down to cage your hips still as his tongue lathered and sucked at your clit as you whined for more. suna slipped another finger inside, curling it upwards in search of that favourite spot that would always have you cursing his entire existence. when he found it, he pressed against it insistently, swallowing every drop of your cum as if it was liquid gold, wanting you to clamp your pretty thighs around his head.

and you did, every nerve tingling and legs shaking as he made you see white. he was persistent, fucking his fingers right where he knew you wanted it and more. rin would always push you to the edge and past it - be it thumbing your clit in rough figures of eight or swiping his tongue between the thick, long fingers spreading your cunt just to taste more of you. he always gave you more, and more.

suna lapped his soaked fingers, only to lick and gnaw up your spent body to the flesh of your neck just so he didn’t accidentally kiss you. though, the thought of making you taste his favourite flavour on his tongue (you) was too fucking delicious to ignore.

so, he slipped his soaked fingers into your wet open mouth, playing with your tongue as he peppered kisses on your jaw, saying, “tastes better than any dessert.” with a wicked grin, he gazed enjoyingly at the sight of your post-orgasmic bliss.

“you’re such an asshole, rin…” you barely managed to get out with his fingers on your tongue.

he laughed, kissed your cheek again and cleaned off his fingers before wiping away the excess on your bottom lip, “yeah?”

needless to say, suna rushed off to his exam without cramming, making sure to help clean you and himself up, leaving with a goodbye kiss to your head. despite his nonchalantness and aloofness in your daily interactions, he said more in his actions than anything else. occasionally, you’d find your chest getting unexpectedly tight… then, he’d say something stupid to either make you roll your eyes or make an attempt to slap his wrist.

you shook your head stretching and rolling off the complicated thoughts. if you were gonna win this bet, maybe you had to go about your plan differently - enough to make suna go past the point of desperation. the ping of your phone cleared your mind, making you grin at the notification.

the package you ordered last night arrived and you were already getting excited just thinking about the ‘present’ you were gonna leave in rintarou’s messages tomorrow. suna still had volleyball practice along with his exams. sure, it was brutal for him but more time for you to figure out how to torture him tomorrow.

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the next day, your informant, atsumu, let you know via a cheeky text message that rin was at the library cramming for his next exam. atsumu even made a comment about how it was weird that he was cramming. so, what better way to tempt him and get him all hot and bothered than a photo of yourself in suna’s favourite colour of the lewdest lingerie you now own. message sent and delivered.

suna's phone buzzed with a notification, and he couldn't help the smirk that grew on his lips when he saw that it was from his favourite person. he opened the message eagerly, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you in what he could only describe as diabolical.

the tightening in his jeans at your little message made him gulp and he knew that this was exactly what you wanted. but, suna wasn't going to make it easy for you. instead of responding right away, he thought it’d be more entertaining to play along.

after a few minutes pondering, suna finally sent back his reply.

well, he definitely wasn’t studying anymore. entertaining your successful attempt at ruining his cram sesh probably wasn’t the brightest of ideas right now. but, hell, you never texted him like this—all clingy and cute with ‘i miss yous’ and hearts. he couldn’t resist playing along just to see how far you were willing to take this.

as he was sliding his laptop back into his bag, another notification caught his attention. his eyes zeroed in on your pretty fingers dipping under that pretty lingerie on your pretty skin. as if he needed any more convincing to stop studying and go deal with the uncomfortable feeling in his pants. it should be his hands unveiling every inch of you instead.

suna was quick to lock himself in that empty bathroom on the 4th floor, unzipping his jeans, taking a downward angle to capture just enough of his hard cock. he sent the pic off with a smirk and typed, ‘satisfied?’

a torturous few minutes for suna passed with no response. though, what came next wasn’t a photo or a teasing reply, but a voice message. he was already wearing his usual headphones, as you predicted he would have. with a racing heartbeat and an almost painful erection, he pressed play only to be blessed with your voice, all raspy and desperate, accompanied by faint buzzing and wetness in the background.

suna cursed. oh… what a fucking tease.

he could picture you perfectly in his mind: biting down on your lip, body quivering at every vibration, soaking wet and ruining his sheets. his hand instinctively clutched his cock, stroking it steadily to the sound of your voice. it’s not enough. it never was enough. he needed you like air—needed you bent over, spread open and pleading for more.

another image, this time of your soiled underwear, cum leaking from the inside with another sinful message, ‘bet u wanna come inside instead :)’

suna’s brows furrowed and he couldn’t help but scoff, tightening his hand around his cock, wishing it was your perfect tight pussy instead. his breaths were heavy, stroking himself faster and harder, taking in the sight of you, envisioning all the dirty things he wanted to do to you at the end of this week. he let out a strained groan as he spilled into his hand, coating it with shame.

maybe he should just come over and forfeit the bet just to fuck you into a whimpering mess… composing and cleaning himself, suna quickly typed out a reply, ‘u should text me like that more often. it turns me on.'

‘good x see u tmr :)’

that was the last text you sent that day.

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.

neither of you had agreed to meet the day after, but that message held the implication that suna didn’t really have any choice in the matter. plus, he always wanted to be with you. you thought this bet would be easier for him if he decided to avoid you for the week but, of course, rin could never help himself when it came to you. there weren’t any complaints on your side. apart from, well, you were starting to get desperate.

in the late afternoon, you move from the spot on your couch to the sound of suna’s melodic knocking at the door. you opened the door to greet him, wearing nothing but loose shorts and a tank top, “you’re late.”

suna couldn’t help the grin that curled on his lips. you were gorgeous to him, as always, his mind racing back to yesterday. “my bad,” he said, taking off his shoes and stepping inside, “miya one dragged me out for drinks with miya two. cus, y’know—they're done with their exams.” suna dropped his gym bag by the sofa, sinking down onto it. “what do you have planned for me today?” he asked casually, voice steady despite the growing lust in his eyes.

you followed after him and just as he sat down, you slid your legs over him, straddling his lap, already wrapping your arms around his neck. “today?” with a grin, you slowly peeled his baseball cap off, running your hands through his hair and gave him a peck on the cheek. “nothing planned but annoying you~.” giving a mischievous smile, you cuddled up to him, pressing your chest against his.

his eyes widened as he let out a soft groan from the sensation. “well,” he sighed with a growing smirk. “for some reason, I don’t feel that annoyed right now.” suna ran his hands up and down your back, feeling himself get harder by the second. “d’you know what you’re doing to me?”

“the same thing I was doing to you yesterday, maybe…?” you whispered, almost sounding unsure except you knew exactly what you were doing, loving every second of rin’s agony. you rolled your hips, circling on his lap like a cat. “why don’t you tell me all about it?”

he let out a chuckle saying, “I was sitting there, trying to focus for once but all I could think about was you. only you,” he continued, fingers pressing into the bare skin of your back, slipping down to grip your hips, “your pretty curves, your soft skin… driving me fucking insane.” rin leaned in closer, nibbling at your ear, whispering softly, “wished you were there with me. make everyone hear just how much of a slut you can be for me.”

the amused sigh that left your lips brushed against his, hot and airy. skin lighting aflame everywhere his hands touched, the scent of his earthy cologne and the slight growl of his frustrated voice was doing something to you. “yeah? what else did you do?” you beckoned him for more, arching your back as his grip grew tighter, letting out a half moan.

“fucked my hand wishing it was your throat and your perfect, tight pussy instead,” he leaned back, taking in your dilated eyes, “and your voice? fuck- I could listen to it all day.”

you let out a breathy chuckle, grinding your hips against his, the tent in his pants rubbing firmly against your clit through your clothes. both of you let out a shared moan, suna clicking his tongue with a smirk of his own, “you’re making this so hard for me, princess.”

that made you laugh again as you leaned in closer. he could almost taste the sweetness of your tongue but he needed to resist—resist kissing those beautiful, wet lips of yours. “am I?” you gazed into his eyes, flicking down to his lips. your hands wandered under his shirt, rolling your hips against him again, body sending signals and begging for him to touch you anywhere and everywhere. “then just give in already, rin.”

a low growl escaped his throat, your own hands searing his skin. it was tempting. here you were, sat on him all pretty and pliant. but he knew better. this was a game after all —one that he intended to win.

“not yet,” he said, voice low and husky, “I’ve lasted this long, haven’t I?” he tilted his head, dodging your lips to plant a chaste kiss on your cheek, swiping a stripe with his tongue just below your jaw.

your brows furrowed, desperation and frustration spiralling at your core. maybe you did underestimate him. at this rate, suna was going to win this bet. you weren’t about to let that happen. depriving rin meant depriving yourself. your underwear was soaked through just feeling his heavy cock throb between your legs. enough was enough.

“hey… wanna amend a rule?” you whispered, ghosting your lips against his, staring into his darkened golden eyes.

his brow raised at that, curious as to what you had in mind but he had a pretty good idea. suna could tell you were slipping. he knew this would happen. if anything, he was waiting for this to happen. “sure,” he mused with a smirk, “don’t keep me waiting.” he leaned in terrifyingly close, your lips a breath away from his.

with a gulp, you feigned having the upper hand, suggesting, “from now on… I’ll let you kiss me.”

suna didn’t miss the blush that glowed on your face at your proposal. he couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. he had been dying to kiss you—to taste those sweet lips and explore your mouth like always. “you’ll let me kiss you?” suna paused, an evil smirk and a familiar, sinister glint in his eyes. you knew he was up to no good. “what if I don’t want to?”

”ugh… shut up,” you whined, bumping foreheads with him as you stared into his squinted eyes and blown out pupils.

with a cocky grin, he raised a hand to cup your cheek and pressed down his thumb on your bottom lip. “patience, princess.”

he started slow, purposely and painfully slow. a peck to the furrow of your brows, then to the corners of your frown. then, he cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in as he finally pressed his lips against yours.

it was soft at first, gentle even—his wet tongue slipped to coat your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. you clutched at his shirt, letting out a muffled moan, feeling a heated flush rise in the pit of your stomach. when was the last time you had kissed rin? it had been so long—he tasted so good, like sin and silver.

it was a slow dance, as if he was exploring the taste of you for the first time.

suna pulled back as you tried leaning into him for more. he let out a chuckle at your mounting desire, his own lips wet and glossy. with furrowed brows and a click of your tongue, the two of you clashed lips, as if the ropes holding both of you back had finally snapped apart.

suna’s tongue was meticulous, sly, and dangerous; so were his hands. they wandered under your shorts and tanktop, groping, twisting, pinching and grasping at your skin all over. it was a mess. you were melting against his lips, not even noticing the hands that had crept under your top, tracing circles around your chest before lightly pinching at pebbled nipples.

you gasped for air and suna pulled back slightly to catch his own breath, “wow,” he whispered, “you’re shaking.”

he captured your lips again as you both resigned yourselves to make out for what felt like hours. you couldn’t get enough of each other yet you were both torturing yourselves with this stupid bet.

“y’sure you don’t wanna just fuck, rin…?” you whined between messy kisses.

“I do,” he said, but even as he spoke, suna found himself slipping his hand under your shorts once again, teasingly rubbing circles around your clit, spreading the wetness firmly at the entrance. “but…”

he slid two fingers inside, watching the satisfaction that made your eyes roll back, kissing you through soft moans of ecstasy. “I’m having so much more fun right now.”

you bit your bottom lip—maybe out of frustration but you were trying to hide the fact that suna’s stupid long fingers curled inside you so perfectly. the lack of sex was getting to you and you were swiftly running out of options to try and win this bet.

you cursed, couldn’t help the way your hips ground against his long, calloused fingers or how your walls fluttered around him, begging to be stretched. “rin… more…” you clutched his face, staring into his dark, blown out eyes. he also couldn’t help the grin at your reaction. he had you right where he wanted—desperate for release.

without another word, suna began fucking his fingers into you—curling them just the way he knew you liked before adding a third finger into the mix. he watched with satisfaction as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

as you cupped his face and begged for more, suna leaned in closer until your lips were barely touching. "you're so fucking desperate," he whispered, "wanna come that bad?" he continued to work his fingers inside of you, thumbing your clit in tight, rhythmic circles, watching as you grew more and more needy.

suna bit down on your bottom lip before sliding his tongue against yours, devouring and swallowing your moans, tasting the desperation as you began to come undone. you moaned against his lips, clamping down on his three fingers, the knot in your core tightening and tightening. he could feel the heat radiating off of your body. you start to see hot, molten white as you call his name…

but suna had other plans. three of his fingers still pressed inside you but his ministrations stopped. with watery, glazed eyes, you look at him as if he had just offended your entire blood line.

he, however, just smiled. “how’s it feel?” suna patted your cheek, voice low and sly. “were you close?” the damned fucking bastard knew the answer to that already. you nodded, biting your bottom lip as you let out an unintended whimper.

“if you wanna come that badly, you gotta tell me, princess,” suna flexed his fingers experimentally, chuckling at the whine that left your lips, ”use your words.”

the breath you let out was shaky at best, walls fluttering in waves around his thick fingers. gritting your teeth, you really didn’t want to give him what he wants, “fuck you.”

rin hummed, raising his brows, “I’d like that a lot actually. but, brats who don’t play nice won’t get what they want.” he pulled away, leaving you feeling completely empty, gripping your hips to push you off, “on your knees.”

he didn’t leave you much of a choice, losing balance off his lap, sitting on the floor between his spread legs. suna tugged at your chin before shoving his moist fingers down your throat, slick with your wetness. you blinked and the next thing you saw was his heavy, large, veiny cock, revealed to you. “if you don’t wanna use your words, you can do something else with your mouth ‘til you change your mind.”

with furrowed brows and dewy eyes, you lapped at his fingers as if that was your answer, eyes hazed in lust. you’d never admit it to him but the way he manhandles you always made you feel something that you could never explain. suna pulled his fingers away, tipping his head expectantly with that same irritatingly hot smirk.

you started with a small lick at his tip, spreading the pre on your tongue before licking a stripe down his entire length. suna let out a deep sigh of pleasure as he met your heated gaze, “you can do more than that.”

he slid his other hand through your locks, massaging your scalp as you wrapped your pretty lips around the head of his cock, hollowing your cheeks and hearing moans—his or yours, you weren’t sure. suna’s fingers buried into your hair and he forced you all the way down his cock. his patience had worn thin.

he loved the feeling of your throat constricting around his cock as you struggled to breathe around it. and he loved the pretty little tears that roll down those rosy cheeks as he fucked your throat hard and deep. the only thing better was, of course, that perfect pussy of yours. but, he had to make do. he had to teach you a lesson on compliance.

suna was cumming down your throat faster than he would on most days, but he didn’t care. he had been pent up this entire week and spilling down your throat would be his saving grace to lasting the last few days without fucking your cunt. he finally released his grip in your hair as he watched his spend drip out your lips as you struggled to swallow.

he tugged at your chin, swiping the remaining back into your mouth. he didn’t miss the tiny moan that left your lips at the way he was treating you. “come here.”

suna gripped your arm as he pulled you up, only to push you back down on the couch. “kiss me,” he commanded. as you tilted your head up, he tugged you closer, deepening the kiss.

you unconsciously spread your legs as he ripped your shorts and underwear off in one smooth motion. he grinded against you and you did the same. your wetness coated his length as he dragged the surface against your entrance. you called his name between his endless kisses, as if a prayer, wanting him to completely ruin you. “fuck—please… wanna cum.”

the rule was no sex but there weren't any rules about making each other cum like this. if anything, it just made you want to bury yourselves into each other tenfold. suna smirked as he kissed you through your pleas. his rough fingers slid down to your clit, giving it a playful and light smack, as if letting out the frustration that he doesn’t get to stretch out and fuck that wet pussy of yours.

“good girl.”

suna felt a surge of satisfaction as swallowed your moans against his lips, feeling your walls clenching around his fingers as you grew closer and closer to orgasm. he drew tight circles around your clit, hammering his fingers through your gummy walls, hitting that spongy sweet spot every single time, tasting the desperation on your tongue. “that’s it,” he whispered, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

he continued to work his fingers inside, curling them just right before adding a fourth finger into the mix. and sure enough, within moments, he felt you squishing down on his four fingers as you came undone with a loud cry. suna grinned as your body trembled, your eyes closed and your lips parted in ecstasy.

as you came down from your high, suna slowly withdrew his fingers - watching as your breathing slowly returned to normal. "feeling better?" he asked with a smirk.

the post-orgasm clarity was hitting you hard, as suna peppered kisses on your cheek, rubbing circles on your hips.

“do you always have to try to get the last word in?” you chided, though the scolding was empty with how breathless you sounded.

“mhm. I’ll have the last word too when I win this bet and get to fuck you properly.” with one last teasing stroke against your clit, suna pulled back slightly to catch his breath. "but for now," he said with a smirk, "let's see how many times I can make you cum before we break any more rules."

.

.

.

you lost count how many times you came before suna had to physically stop himself before he lost all of his restraint. there were a couple of days left of the bet and you need to do something. and, frankly you were incredibly frustrated—sexually frustrated. you even resorted to attempting to wake up rin the next morning with a blowjob but, unfortunately for you, rin was obviously physically stronger.

“I think we should’ve gone over the health precautions of you not blowing your load inside me at all for the past five days.” you deadpanned while rin had your wrists pinned above your head. “how you holding up, blue balls?” you teased, trying to rile him up first thing in the morning.

suna couldn't help but let out a low growl, feeling his frustration building up inside of him. he had been holding back for days now and he’d be lying if he told himself it wasn’t starting to take its toll on him.

"I'm doing just fine," he said with a smirk, "but I can't say the same thing about you." he leaned in closer until your faces were inches apart. "you're practically begging me to fuck you now," he whispered, "and if we weren't so close to the end of this bet, I would do just that."

suna enjoyed the way you squirmed beneath him. "but we both know that wouldn't be fair," he added with a grin.

you frown at him and groan, trying to shake your hands out of his grasp. “whatever. go study for your exam or whatever.”

chuckling in satisfaction knowing he finally had the upper hand, “you know what would really help me study?” he whispered with a smirk, “if you could give me something to focus on.” his eyes locked onto yours, gaze burning with intensity as he waited for your response.

you paused, biting your lip as your own eyes burned with lust, cheeks warming from the embarrassment. for as much as he’s been depriving you, he’s still been his usual clingy self, making you feel good every day with just his kisses and fingers. you’d be a fool to deny him what he was always offering. and, suna knew he could tame your anger just by satisfying you every now and then.

“just shut up and kiss me…”

suna made you come undone twice that morning before leaving for the library—since god knows he would’ve failed your bet if he stayed. but, thankfully, that just left you able to do some more scheming.

today was the day. you were rummaging through your closet for the outfit that had him whipped last halloween. he was in for a hell of a surprise. 

suna knocked the same melody on your apartment door, waiting for it to open but found it strange there wasn’t a response. he tested the door knob and the door was already open. he stepped in, calling out your name only to be met with silence.

no lights were turned on save a dim, warm light peeking from the bedroom. he was cautious, taking slow steps and pushed his palm on the door, creaking as it opened.

and all he saw was you. sitting legs crossed, all pretty, save nothing but his favourite outfit on you which was easily in the top 5 of his mental list: sheer, fishnet tights, a skin-tight fabric one piece, and matching bunny ears and fluffy tail. he could feel his pants tightening already.

“took you long enough,” you chided with a smirk.

suna let out a whistle as he dropped his bag, slipping his jacket off while he was at it. “guess you finally decided to play dirty.” he walked over, his eyes practically fucking you, taking in every dip and curve. “you look nice,” he added with a grin. he leaned down, sinking his palms on the bed at your sides. “but, y’know. this isn’t gonna change anything,” he whispered, tilting his head to the side, “I’m still gonna win.”

you arched your back as you leaned up to brush your lips against his ever so slightly. with a smile, you clenched your fist on his shirt, dragging him down and flipping your positions, skillfully straddling him. his phone slipped out of his pocket on the way down. suna let out a groan, his eyes roaming the places where your lace fishnets stretched and hugged your thighs.

“you don’t look like a winner right now, rin,” you retorted, fingers running up and down his chest.

“hm… don’t know about that. I kinda feel like a winner.” suna ran his hands up and down your thighs—radiating the heat of your skin. he trapped a finger under the lines of your tights, raising his finger and flicking it back to slap against your thigh. he chuckled, hands wandering the cold fabric up your back. he couldn’t resist any longer, clutching the nape of your neck and pulling you in, tongue ravishing every inch of your mouth as he held you close. he broke away for a moment, whispering into your ear, “I’ll be nice and let you cum a few times since you’ve given my eyes such a nice present.”

you stopped him as he reached in for another kiss, hopping off his lap. “ah, ah. don’t you wanna enjoy the show a little bit more?” you turned around to reveal the little tuft of the tail attached to the outfit, dragging your own hand down the back of your legs, arching your back once more for suna. backing up into his lap, you squirmed into place, turning your head to the side and whispered into his ear, “or are you gonna fuck me like a slut?”

suna let out a slow breath, trying his best to reign in the voice inside him feeding him tempting ideas. you turned your head to the side, licking your lips as you ground back against his crotch. his last exam was tomorrow and you were already relishing in the idea of winning, picturing what you were gonna make him do.

but, suna’s phone vibrated at the wrong moment. both of you looked over, the text appearing in bold letters. suna’s face lit up for all the wrong reasons and yours? your life may as well have just flashed behind your eyes. his last exam got cancelled.

he’s technically won—and with you right in front of him ripe for the taking.

your brain triggered its physiological response for fight or flight. it chose flight. you jumped off the bed fast enough to probably make you light headed but, of course, suna was faster.

with one smooth motion, suna used his ungodly grip to grab onto your wrist, dragging you back on the bed, trapping you beneath him, and pinning your thighs down. “see. told you I’d win,” he said, grinning like a bastard.

panic struck your face as suna used his strength against you, devouring your lips in an instant, ripping those unholy tights from your legs, making you stammer, “h-hey- wait…!” you whined, barely managing to get a word in between his kisses, “this isn’t fair…!”

he laughed at your protest, grip still tight and firm. suna couldn't wait any longer—he needed to feel your skin against his own—hear you call his name. “I don’t recall there being any rules about fairness,” he said with a smirk, “besides… I think you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

fuck winning on a technicality. he needed you like the earth needs the sun and he was sure he’d combust if he didn’t do something about the raging erection under his pants. “now be a good girl and show me how wet you are.”

with that, suna’s lips came crashing down to devour you once more. his hands roamed every inch of you as rough and desperate as your body tingled with each caress. the obvious fact that you were dripping wet and down your thighs was already testament to how desperate you were no matter how much you’d try to deny it. and, lucky for suna, this particular outfit had that crude opening right where he wanted to be, ready for him to completely ravish.

“rin- I said wait…!” but his patience had run out days ago. he said nothing as he exposed his cock, red and veiny, pumping it before slipping the tip around your wet cunt. the moan you let out was diabolical, not really helping your obvious desperation.

“you’re so fucking wet and desperate, princess. think I could fuck you just like this.” he let his cock drop, using his spare hand to fuck two fingers into you. the way you clamped down on him instantly made him scoff. actually, maybe he could watch you squirm in agony for a little while longer.

as if hearing his thoughts, you stuttered out, “n-no… please, rin.” you needed more. you needed him.

suna pumped another finger into your gummy walls, thumbing your clit as he said, “use your words. dunno what you want from me.”

he’s so cruel.

you bite your lip, body humming with frustration. if suna kept going, you knew you could cum like this. but you didn’t want to cum like this. his fingers were insistent, making your core coil and threaten to snap. you caved. “I need you, rin—need you to f-fuck me, please…!”

he ripped his fingers away as he lined up his cock. suna leant down to your ear, nibbling at it, smirking as he says, “do it yourself if you want it so badly.”

without needing to double check, you could feel the tip of his heavy cock at your entrance. as you tried to get it in right, you accidentally rubbed his tip a few times between your folds which must’ve seemed like a tease because the second his tip had slid into your pussy he had gripped your hips and pulled you all the way down onto him.

you cried out in surprise, the stretch vibrating through your body that suna did not give you much time to adjust to. he grabbed your hips and began to forcefully push you up and down the length of his cock. you whined, your body writhing in pleasure as all you could do was keep your back arched as he forced you up and down on his cock like you were made for him.

“shit… still so fuckin’ tight for me,” he cursed through groans, grabbing your leg to swing over his shoulder. the new position had you seeing white, the breath taken straight out of you as the head of his cock pumped that sweet, spongy spot inside you with every single rough thrust.

you came on the spot, walls spasming around suna’s cock with euphoric cries. suna couldn’t help but chuckle and groan through the feeling. and, he wouldn’t be rin if he wasn’t making fun of you for it. “miss me much?” 

suna continued to pound into you relentlessly—each thrust pushing you both past your limits. he could feel his own release building up inside of him—knew that it wouldn't be long before he saw stars of his own. you could barely hear suna’s groans over the ringing in your head but you saw his eyes and the way he looked at you as if you were something to devour. his grip on your leg was tight as he bit into the plump flesh of it, eyes hazed and hungry.

rin was losing it. all he could think about was how good you felt, how tight and disgustingly wet your pussy was. he was so enraptured in everything that was you, letting out a load groan as he was spilled his cum into you without warning, fucking you through it. 

but he didn’t stop there. with each pump of cum that leaked out came another thrust, another mindblowing sensation down both your spines. it was almost too much. actually, no, it was too much—in just the right way. you called his name through your cries, a blubbering, fucked out mess.

only until he was satisfied with fucking his spend into your cunt did he let go of your leg, coming down to clutch your limp, panting body. “y’know,” he whispered. his hands came up to clutch your face, peppering kisses all over, licking up the stray tears on your blushing cheeks. “might have to just keep you like this, little bunny.”

you frown, brows scrunching up despite the fucked out expression on your face. “no…” finding the strength to wrap your legs around his back, pushing back inside your stained cunt just as he was trying to stop. “just- you’ve already-” won. he’s already won. your pride just didn’t let you admit defeat but you sure as well wanted to get fucked into a different state of consciousness (as if he didn’t just do exactly that). “p-please, rin… need more of you…”

suna let out a breathy chuckle at your persistence, lips curling into a satisfied grin knowing he has such an effect on you. “the things you do to me…” he whispered, giving you a chaste, intimate kiss, “if you want to keep going, then we’re doing it my way.” 

with one swift motion, suna flipped you onto your stomach, ass up, your legs dangling off the edge of the bed. “let’s see how much more you can take, princess,” he said with a smirk, lining up once more with a tight grip on her hips, sliding easily in one thrust.

you cried out as he pressed down on your back, making you arc as he pounded away. he gripped the little tuft on your outfit’s tail, yanking your ass up. the palm of his large hand came down hard, leaving a pink print on your skin, fucking you with no remorse, fucking his previous load deeper inside.

he bent over, weaving his fingers into your messy locks and pulled, whispering sinful words into your ear, “could’ve been fucked like the slut you are sooner if you just asked like a good girl instead of acting like a fucking brat.”

you whined in response, unable to say anything else, walls twitching at his vulgar speech. he scoffed, “you like being called a slut that bad?” his palm came down again.

“f-fuck… I-I’m go-gonna-”

“then why don’t you just do it and come like the brainless slut you are?” suna suggested. you were coming hard before you really knew it. your whole body shook and you could have sworn that white flashed as your body fell limp against the bed, legs practically jelly.

suna felt shockwaves and a hot sensation coursed through his veins. after gathering himself, he slowly pulled out, seeing the mixture of yours and his cum leak from your bruised cunt.

he called out to you but you ignored suna, focusing on your breathing. you were so full. he felt so good. your body was still shaking a little, surprised by how rough he had been so suddenly. he called your name again, turning you back onto your stomach to get a good look at you.

you opened your eyes enough so that you could hazily look at suna. he gave you a small smile and observed the fucked-out expression on your face. after checking your condition, he began to press small kisses across it.

“did so well princess,” he assured you lightly. “you okay?”

you nodded distractedly, the exhaustion of the day finally hitting you. suna laughed a little. “come on now, did I actually fuck you that good? you can’t come up with a sentence?”

you averted your eyes and suna didn’t think you could flush any deeper considering what he just did to you. but, you did.

“you always fuck me that good,” you said so quiet he could barely hear. he let out a small laugh and gave a light kiss to your head.

. . .

needless to say, you lost the bet. it felt like the longest week of the year. was it worth it? honestly, you couldn’t say. does rin manage to out-do himself every time both of you try to do something stupid like this stupid bet? yes, yes he does.

the morning after, you were sore out of your mind, waking up late with the sunlight streaming through the blinds on rin’s stupidly pretty face. he was sitting up against the head board, reading a group chat and grinning to himself. you pouted, getting his attention by nudging him under the blanket. “who got you smiling like that, huh?” you said all groggily.

rin looked over and gave you a grin and leaned down to kiss you. “s’just the neuro-sci group chat celebrating ‘bout the cancelled exam. apparently the answer sheet got leaked so our lecturer’s in a hissy fit.”

“yeah, yeah. you’re just happy that cancelled exam made you win the stupid bet.” wait. you did a double take. neuro-sci? “...why are you in the neuro-sci group chat?”

suna looked back at his phone, beginning to scroll through memes to send to osamu and replied nonchalantly, “hm? ‘cus I major in neuroscience.”

your jaw dropped. you’ve known rin for how long now and you never knew he majored in fucking neuro science. suna felt your stare and glanced back to see your shocked expression. “what?”

“you used to be known for sleeping around, getting high, playing volleyball and you weren’t even planning on studying for your exams until I basically forced you and you’re only just telling me that you major in fucking neuroscience?”

suna grinned, “well, you never asked.”

“unbelieveable.”

a/n: on god i'm so sorry this took so long to get out!!!!!! as a result, it ended up being a lot longer than i intended with plenty of smut so i hoped you enjoyed it :'D. once again, thank you very much for your patience. suna does neuroscience based off this post! I thought it was kinda funny and unexpected so I just rolled with it! note to self: finish a fic before releasing it in parts...

my inbox is always open! i'm really picky with requests but, i might get really inspired after reading one! there's still a request i'm writing up (sorry if ur the person that requested it and is still waiting)

my next fic will probably be the sunaosa x reader 3p or teacher assistant!reader x suna. will have to see! (or i write them at the same time ;;;)

[sunasilhouette]

trust me when i say im on the final scene and ending to a timely bet!!! it took a while but its very close to be ready to post/ read!!

[sunasilhouette]

I would like to request a teasing Suna who, despite wanting to fuck his partner into the mattress, takes his time practically making her beg for him to do it. Also I love your work your write so beautifully 😫😫

earn it

teasing suna was your favorite game—until it always backfired, leaving you breathless and on the edge as he made sure you earned your release.

haikyuu masterlist. leave a little stardust on my ko-fi

starring. suna rintaro x fem!reader

genre: smut

warning: 18+ mdni. smut. explicit sexual content. fingering. oral sex. orgasm denial. overstimulation. squirting. light choking. breast play. teasing/brat tamer dynamics. possessiveness. aftercare. suggestive humor. dom!suna. slight voyeurism.

wc: 10.8k

author's note: this is not proofread yet but i was too excited to post it!!

the gala was buzzing.

the hotel ballroom venue glittered with soft fairy lights, the air filled with polite laughter, clinking glassware, and classical strings humming faintly over speakers. everyone looked immaculate—the team captains, jva board members, a sprawl of sponsors and national-level athletes dressed in tailored suits and gleaming formal wear. the scent of cologne and high-end perfume lingered like static.

you were tucked beside your boyfriend, suna rintarou, middle blocker of japan’s national team, your fingers idly playing with the stem of your champagne flute as you listened to conversations you couldn’t care less about.

you were here with him. but your real attention was on the hand resting casually on your thigh beneath the table.

because while suna looked every bit composed and disinterested—legs spread in his seat, jacket draped over the back of his chair, sleeves rolled up to his forearms like he hadn’t just come from a red-carpet-worthy photo op—you were up to no good.

and he knew it.

especially when your heel slid along his shin, inching higher with every pass.

suna's grip on your thigh tightened at your actions. he turned his head slightly, eyes still sharp and unreadable, and leaned in close—his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered,

"you really want to start something here, kitten?"

his voice was low. smooth. dangerous in that lazy way of his—the kind that made your thighs press together without thinking. but with his hand already there, he felt it. he always felt it.

you smiled, barely turning your head as you murmured back,

"i already did."

suna gave you a confused look, a quick flicker of furrowed brows and a glance laced with suspicion, like he wasn’t sure he heard you right.

you didn’t explain.

instead, you smiled—slow and sweet—and lifted your champagne flute to your lips. took a slow sip, tilted your head just slightly, and winked at him over the rim of the glass before settling back in your seat like you weren’t being a complete menace in the middle of a formal event.

you didn’t even break eye contact.

your foot continued its slow path up his leg, the toe of your heel brushing the sharp line of his calf, then gliding up toward his thigh with practiced ease. your movements were graceful, controlled. to anyone else, you were just the doting girlfriend enjoying a classy evening next to your national team boyfriend. nothing more.

but suna knew better.

he looked at you again—longer this time—and shifted in his seat just slightly, the muscle in his jaw tightening as your foot crept higher. his fingers were still resting on your thigh, warm through the fabric of your dress. and now, slowly, they inched up.

"what did you just say?" he muttered under his breath, low enough that no one else at the table would catch it.

you leaned in, pretending to look interested in the centerpiece, and whispered close to his ear.

"i said… i’m not wearing any panties."

you heard the breath he didn’t take.

his fingers on your thigh stopped. went still.

then you felt them slide higher, slipping under the slit of your gown like they belonged there. like he didn’t care who was around. when his knuckles brushed bare skin, you felt his entire body shift next to you, just the subtlest movement—but to you, it was thunderous.

"no fucking way," he muttered, turning slightly to glance at your face, scanning it for a lie.

you smiled again, smug and patient, the way you always were when you wanted to push him just far enough.

"mmhm. just for you."

you felt his fingers curl lightly against your inner thigh.

"jesus," he breathed out, almost a laugh, but there was no humor in it. only heat. only tension strung too tight across his spine.

you picked up your wine glass again, fingers delicate on the stem, and added quietly, "figured you deserved a little something after this long season. thought you’d enjoy the view."

suna turned fully toward you now, his body angled just enough to shield what his hand was doing beneath the table. his expression was unreadable—flat and sharp and simmering.

"you think you’re clever, huh?"

you shrugged. "i think i’m wet."

his nostrils flared. his gaze dipped.

and then he slid his fingers between your thighs—parting them just enough—and found out for himself. two slow passes through your folds, and you were already so slick, he barely needed to try.

you sucked in a soft breath and tried not to flinch. not here. not in front of the team, the sponsors, the federation members.

but he felt the way your thighs trembled.

"fuck," he whispered, voice caught somewhere between warning and arousal. "you’re dripping."

"you’re the one touching me under the table," you mumbled, eyes fluttering slightly as your lashes dipped. "don’t act surprised."

his fingers found your clit and circled it once—firm, direct, and devastatingly slow.

you jolted.

then he dipped one finger inside you, knuckle-deep.

your hand clenched around your napkin on your lap. you looked up at the table, pretending to listen to hinata talk about a training match—eyes wide, lips parted—but your entire body was focused on the way suna was curling his finger inside you, the pad brushing just right against that spot that made your stomach flutter.

"you better stay quiet," he warned. "make a sound, and i’ll stop. and you won’t get a fucking thing from me when we get upstairs."

you swallowed hard. nodded quickly.

he continued. another curl, another slow pull out, before pressing in again—this time with his thumb stroking lightly over your clit, subtle enough not to be seen, intense enough to make your whole body ache for more.

you bit your lip. hard.

his eyes flicked down to watch your thighs twitch, then back up to your face.

"look at you," he whispered. "trying so hard to behave. not so smug now, huh?"

you couldn’t answer. your body was on fire. heat pulsed through you with every slow pump of his finger, every pass over your clit, every whisper that made you feel small and exposed and completely undone—right here, in a room full of people.

“you wanna come?” he asked quietly, like he was offering you more wine.

“yes,” you breathed, not even pretending to hide how wrecked you already were. your voice was thin, barely there, your thighs shaking under the long white tablecloth.

you were soaked. clenching around nothing. dizzy from restraint.

you didn’t know what you looked like right now, but you knew it wasn’t composed. not fully. not with your flushed cheeks and parted lips and the edge of desperation in your eyes.

suna leaned back slightly in his seat.

"but i don’t think you deserve it though."

your breath caught.

"what—"

and just like that, he pulled his hand away.

completely.

no more slow pumps of his finger. no more gentle circles on your clit. no more reward for being silent, obedient, needy.

you were left empty. aching.

your cunt clenched around nothing, a sharp throb rolling up your spine, and you bit down on the inside of your cheek hard enough to sting.

you turned to him, confused, frustrated, a quiet protest dying in your throat, but he didn’t even look at you.

instead, he brought his hand to his mouth—the hand that had been inside you—and without even blinking, he slipped two fingers past his lips.

he licked them clean.

his tongue dragged over each one like it was instinct. familiar. practiced.

not rushed. not messy. just deliberate.

smooth.

lazy.

you watched, stunned, as his lips wrapped around the tips of his fingers, licking off your slick like it was nothing, like he hadn’t just been playing with your body under a table in front of national team members and jva executives.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath, quiet, almost like he was talking to himself. “you taste so good when you’re this worked up.”

you inhaled sharply, trying not to shake. your pussy fluttered around the loss of him, around the emptiness that made everything worse, sharper.

you turned to him, whispered, “you said if i behaved—”

he finally looked at you again.

and he smiled.

"yeah, but you didn’t behave,” he said, voice smooth, almost amused. “you came to a formal gala with no panties, kept rubbing your foot all over my leg like a needy little slut, and then had the nerve to beg me in public like you didn’t know what game you were playing."

you clenched your fists in your lap, biting back the low whimper caught in your throat.

“i stayed quiet,” you hissed.

“not well enough,” he said, leaning closer, his voice so soft it made your skin prickle. “you were shaking. you were panting. think no one noticed that?”

you didn’t answer.

you couldn’t.

because the idea that someone might’ve noticed made your thighs press together even tighter, and your cheeks burn hotter. not in shame.

but in arousal.

he smirked when he saw it.

"god, you like this," he muttered. "being denied. being teased. sitting next to me while you’re dripping down your thighs and everyone’s too polite to look under the table."

your breath hitched.

“if you really want to come tonight,” he whispered, “you’re gonna have to work for it.”

then he turned back toward the table, wiped his mouth with his napkin, and casually joined in on the conversation across from him. something about league changes. training schedules. a few light jokes passed between the players.

you just sat there.

wet. shaking. unsatisfied.

every nerve in your body alive, overstimulated and under-touched.

your heart was hammering in your chest, and all you could do was press your thighs together, breathe through your nose, and act like you weren’t on the verge of tears from being edged in public with nothing to show for it but a smirk on suna rintarou’s mouth and your arousal on his tongue.

you shifted in your seat. he noticed.

his hand slid back to your thigh, resting there again like before.

but he didn’t move this time.

just pressed his fingers down softly—reassuring. grounding. like a warning.

like a promise.

he didn’t look at you again.

but under his breath, so faint you barely heard it, you caught one last sentence.

"keep that up, kitten, and i won’t just make you beg upstairs. i’ll make you cry for it."

you told yourself to behave.

really, you did.

you told yourself to sit there, legs crossed, hands folded, smile pretty, and wait until this damn gala ended so suna could drag you upstairs and fuck you like he promised.

but then you saw that smug look on his face.

the one he wore when he knew he’d won. when he could sit there, sipping his wine with your arousal still drying on his fingers, knowing you were wet and throbbing next to him—denied, ruined, and obedient.

and something in you snapped.

fine. if he wanted to play, you could play too.

you leaned toward him again, that same sweet little smile painted on your lips, and pretended to be adjusting your clutch on the floor.

your arm brushed against his thigh.

your fingers—just barely—drifted toward his lap under the table.

his breath hitched, almost imperceptibly. but you felt it. and you smirked.

"be careful," he muttered without turning to look at you.

"just getting comfortable," you whispered back.

your hand slid up higher, brushing the front of his slacks. he was already hard—very hard—and you felt the twitch beneath your touch. you didn’t grip him. didn’t stroke. you just… rested there. barely touching.

then you crossed your legs and smiled across the table like you hadn’t just put your palm over your boyfriend’s cock under a linen tablecloth in front of twenty very important people.

"stop," he warned lowly, teeth clenched, voice sharp. "don’t you fucking start."

"what’s wrong?" you asked, feigning innocence. "i’m just touching my boyfriend."

"not here," he hissed.

but you didn’t move your hand.

you pressed down slightly—just enough for him to feel the pressure, but not enough to give him anything. you watched the muscle twitch in his jaw, the way his fingers gripped the armrest, the way his breath came out slower through his nose.

"you know," you whispered, “you made me sit here dripping and aching, and now you expect me to behave?”

you rubbed your palm over him, slowly, lazily, circling once.

"consider this revenge."

"you’re playing a dangerous game," he muttered, eyes forward, refusing to look at you now.

"so are you," you said sweetly.

your hand trailed back down, slow and light, brushing over his thigh again as you sat back like nothing happened. like you hadn’t just touched him hard enough to feel him pulse in your palm, but soft enough to make it agony.

you watched him now.

watched the tightness in his shoulders, the way he shifted in his seat, the slight crease between his brows he always got when he was trying not to snap.

he was pissed.

and hard.

and trying not to show either.

good.

he deserved to squirm too.

he turned to you once more, slow and low and dangerous.

"you really think i won’t fuck the attitude out of you the second we’re alone?"

you blinked up at him with wide eyes. "i’m counting on it."

his hand returned to your thigh again, this time gripping tighter. his thumb brushed up—once—barely grazing your still-sensitive clit, making your breath stutter.

"no mercy tonight," he whispered.

"wasn’t asking for any."

he pulled his hand away.

checked his watch.

and stood up from the table with a casual stretch.

"we’re leaving," he said under his breath. "now."

"mm, so soon?" you teased as you rose with him, grabbing your purse.

"keep talking," he muttered as he placed a hand on the small of your back, guiding you toward the elevator with a calmness that didn’t match the look in his eyes. "you’ll be crying in ten minutes."

you barely made it to the elevator.

suna's hand never left your lower back, his grip firm but not rough—just controlling enough to remind you who was in charge now. he didn’t speak as he guided you through the carpeted halls of the hotel. didn’t acknowledge the staff nodding politely or the players waving their goodbyes from across the ballroom. his jaw was tight. his expression unreadable. but his pace? sharp. decisive.

you’d pushed him too far.

and you could feel it.

the elevator doors opened with a soft ding and slid closed behind you both. the second they did, something shifted.

his stillness cracked.

he moved fast.

“hands on the wall.”

his voice was quiet—low and sharp enough to cut through you. you blinked, heart racing, but obeyed, your palms pressing flat to the mirrored wall, your chest rising and falling with anticipation.

“rin—”

“quiet.”

he stepped behind you, the heat of his body coiling around you like smoke. his fingers gathered your dress slowly, deliberately, until your ass was exposed, and his eyes locked on the mirror—watching you squirm under your own reflection.

“look at yourself,” he murmured, voice like gravel. “so fucking needy.”

his hand slid between your thighs, two fingers slipping through your folds like it was nothing. he didn’t even need to try—you were soaked for him. still pulsing. still aching from earlier.

“god, you're dripping,” he whispered, his breath ghosting against your ear. “and i barely touched you.”

you whined softly, pressing your thighs together, but he caught that movement too quickly and stepped closer, using one hand to guide your hips back where he wanted them.

“you think you’re in control?” he muttered, pressing two fingers inside you in one slow, delicious stretch. “think touching me back was a smart idea?”

you whimpered, forehead leaning against the mirror.

“so cocky at the table,” he went on, thrusting his fingers just enough to make you gasp. “so fucking smug.”

his thumb brushed your clit, barely there.

just enough to tease.

just enough to make your body jerk.

“you wanna come?” he asked, keeping that same maddening rhythm.

“yes,” you breathed, voice trembling.

“mm.” he hummed, amused. “but i don’t think you deserve it though.”

and just like that, he pulled his fingers out again—leaving you empty, aching.

you made a small sound, something pitiful and involuntary, but he only sucked your slick off his fingers again—slow and unhurried—like he was tasting dessert.

“what the fuck, rintarou!” you hissed, too loud, too whiny, with your whole body shaking.

he glanced at you. calm. smug.

“watch your tone,” he said. “unless you want to come in this elevator with an audience.”

you glared. he didn’t flinch. you pressed your thighs together again, trying to find some friction. he noticed immediately.

“don’t,” he said sharply. “you’re not allowed to come.”

you were about to retort—something smart and bratty and half a whimper—when the elevator dinged.

floor twenty-three.

the doors opened.

he took your wrist and walked you through the hall without a word, like he didn’t just make you soak through your thighs in public. your heart was hammering in your chest, lips still parted from how ruined he left you.

and then—right as he unlocked the door with the keycard—he grabbed you.

his hand pulled you back by the waist and pinned you to the hotel wall just inside the door, mouth slamming into yours like he was starving. his lips devoured yours, hot and unrelenting, tongue slipping between your teeth as you gasped.

his other hand held your jaw still as he kissed you harder, messier, breathless.

“so fucking mouthy tonight,” he muttered into your lips.

you clawed at his shirt, grinding up into him, needy and pulsing and soaked. he groaned against your mouth, but didn’t give you what you wanted.

you tugged at his belt. he slapped your hand away.

“no,” he said. “you don’t get to want things tonight.”

“but—”

“no.”

you whimpered, but he was already walking you backward toward the bed, eyes dark with restraint. he pushed you down onto the mattress, flat on your back, legs spread, and stood over you with slow movements—undressing only his blazer and sleeves, keeping everything else on like he wasn’t here to please you.

“what are you doing?” you asked, voice a little breathy, a little sharp.

he raised a brow. “putting you in your place.”

then he sank to his knees.

his hands pushed your thighs apart, spreading you open wide. you flushed under his gaze. there was nothing gentle about it—just a slow, steady look that ate you alive.

“you know what you’ve been like all night?”

he kissed your inner thigh. then the other.

“a brat.”

another kiss. higher.

“a tease.”

his fingers grazed your folds, just once.

“a needy, spoiled little thing who thinks she can act out and still get what she wants.”

“i apologized,” you muttered. “kind of.”

he gave a low laugh, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “that wasn’t even close to begging.”

you were about to answer when his tongue suddenly flicked over your clit.

you cried out—loud, shocked—and he grabbed your thighs to hold you still as he flattened his tongue and licked you again. slow. wet. deliberate.

you moaned, hands flying to his hair.

but right when the pressure built—when your body clenched and the first wave hit—

he stopped.

pulled back.

you almost screamed.

“rin—what the fuck—”

“you’re not coming,” he said simply, licking his lips like he wasn’t finished. “i told you. you haven’t earned it.”

then his fingers pushed into you.

two this time.

deep. precise.

he curled them just right and watched as your body arched off the mattress, as your legs trembled, as you tried so hard not to fall apart again.

“please,” you gasped.

he sped up just enough to bring you right there—just at the edge, just before it snapped.

you moaned his name, louder this time. “rintarou—please, i’ll be good—i’ll—i’ll listen—”

he stopped again.

your orgasm died in your throat.

you blinked through the tears stinging your lashes, wrecked and twitching under him.

“you don’t even know how to beg properly,” he said, voice calm. steady. completely unaffected by your trembling body and soaked thighs. “if you’re going to act like a brat, i’m going to treat you like one.”

then he kissed your clit.

soft.

sweet.

and stopped again.

you tried to roll your hips, desperate for more, but he held your hips down with both hands and blew a breath over your soaked folds, watching your body twitch at just the ghost of sensation.

“you’re going to take it,” he whispered. “every lick. every thrust of my fingers. and you’re not going to come until i say. no matter how many times you cry. no matter how many times i stop.”

your lip trembled. your hands fisted the sheets.

“do you understand me?”

you nodded, frantic, lips trembling. “yes—yes, rin, please—i’ll be good, i promise, i’ll do anything—”

his smile was slow, wicked.

then his mouth was on you again.

licking. sucking. teasing.

and once more—just before you came—

he pulled away.

again.

and again.

and again.

until you were crying, writhing, begging him with slurred words and broken sounds, and still—he wouldn’t let you come.

you didn’t know how long it had been anymore.

you’d stopped counting the number of times he brought you to the edge, only to pull away right before your body could tip over. your voice was hoarse, your thighs shaking uncontrollably, slick dripping down to the sheets in a messy, ruined pool of need.

you were soaked. overstimulated. swollen. aching.

you were going insane.

your hands trembled as you tried to reach for him again, to clutch his hair or his shoulders or anything that might ground you, but he caught both of your wrists and pinned them down above your head, his grip firm but not unkind.

“uh-uh,” he said softly, his lips slick from your arousal. “no touching.”

“please,” you croaked out, your voice cracking. “rintarou—please—i’m losing it—i can’t—i can’t take it anymore—”

you didn’t even sound like yourself. everything you said came out slurred and broken, as if your mind had gone soft from being denied over and over again.

and still—

he just smiled.

he hovered over you now, kneeling between your legs, and leaned in to press a kiss to your jaw. gentle. out of place. cruel.

“you look so pretty like this,” he murmured. “all messy. all ruined. begging for something i haven’t even decided to give you yet.”

his fingers dipped back between your folds again—slow, deliberate—and just that slight contact made you flinch like you’d been electrocuted.

your body was too raw.

too ready.

and he knew it.

his finger brushed your clit, featherlight.

you sobbed.

“r-rin, please—i need to come, please, just let me—”

he tilted his head, eyes watching you carefully. your red cheeks. your glassy eyes. the way your chest rose and fell in panicked little gasps.

he looked… pleased.

no—worse. satisfied.

because this?

this was exactly where he wanted you.

"you're so fucking close again," he whispered, dragging his fingers through your folds, slow and lazy. "i can feel it. your cunt’s begging just as much as your mouth is."

he slid a finger in again—then another. curling perfectly. angling just right. and your walls clenched around him so tightly that your hips lifted off the bed.

“oh my god—oh fuck, please—please—”

his mouth was back on your tits, kissing the soft skin there, sucking a nipple between his lips just to make your back arch.

“you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, kitten.”

you shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks, body thrumming with so much pent-up tension you thought your soul might crack open.

he slowed down again.

again.

you let out a wail.

“no—don’t—don’t stop—i’ll be good, i swear, i’ll do anything, just please, let me—”

his lips ghosted over yours.

“you said that last time.”

“but i mean it now—please—rin—i’m gonna go insane—”

he kissed you, and it should have been sweet, should have been mercy, but it wasn’t—it was the kiss of a man who knew exactly what he was doing to you and was going to enjoy every second of breaking you down.

“you’re already halfway there,” he whispered. “look at you. crying and begging and still so wet for me.”

you could barely think. barely breathe.

you didn’t know how long he’d been teasing you—fifteen minutes? an hour? it felt like forever.

you throbbed with need. your clit was so sensitive, you swore the next pass of his tongue would make you break.

“please,” you whispered again, almost unintelligible. “please—let me—let me come—i’m gonna lose my mind—”

he leaned in, kissing your tears this time.

“good,” he whispered against your cheek. “i want you fucking wrecked.”

as if to prove it—as if you weren’t already trembling, dripping, sobbing for him—he dipped his head again and latched his mouth onto your breast.

you gasped—sharp, high, choked.

his tongue flicked over your nipple first, warm and wet, before his lips closed around it completely and sucked. hard.

your entire body jerked.

your back arched off the mattress as another shock of pleasure tore through you, raw and electric, sliding down your spine like lightning. and the worst part? the best part? he knew what he was doing. he didn’t move his fingers. didn’t speed up. didn’t even give you more—he just added one new sensation to the chaos already bubbling beneath your skin.

“rin—fuck—i can’t—i can’t—”

he switched to the other breast, licking slow, wet circles over your nipple before sucking again, lips hot and possessive, one hand still keeping your thighs open and your wrists pinned above your head.

his tongue traced a line down your sternum, messy and sweet and unbearable.

“you said you could take it,” he murmured, breath fanning over your spit-slick skin. “you said you’d be good.”

“i am being good,” you sobbed, helpless, arching into his mouth again as he licked back up to your chest, trailing kisses along every sensitive inch. “please, i need it, i’m gonna—i’m gonna lose it—”

he pulled back to look at you, chest heaving, pupils blown, lips swollen from everything he’d done to you.

“you already have,” he said, dragging two fingers slowly back through your folds, just enough pressure to make you twitch again. “you’re crying, baby. look at you.”

you were. tears had stained the corners of your lashes. not sad tears. frustrated, desperate tears.

“i c-can’t take any more,” you whispered, voice breaking apart.

“yes you can,” he replied, pressing a soft kiss to your nipple again, completely at odds with the way his fingers were teasing your entrance, so slow it made your body pulse.

“you’re gonna fall apart when i say,” he whispered, kissing up to your jaw. “not a second before.”

you whimpered, wrists flexing in his grip.

he licked down your chest again, flicked his tongue lazily over your overstimulated nipple, sucking light and slow, until you were grinding up into nothing.

you were a mess beneath him.

writhing.

panting.

begging.

and he was still holding back.

because watching you break apart under his mouth, little by little, while still not giving you what you wanted—

that was his fucking reward.

you were close again.

dangerously close.

his fingers were gliding in and out with just enough rhythm now—just enough pressure, just enough of that sweet, slow drag along your walls to make your body seize and clench and burn. his tongue was back on your nipple, sucking in time with the rhythm of his fingers, and you could feel it—your release curling tight in your belly, rising hard and fast like a wave ready to crash.

your thighs shook. your mouth dropped open. your breath caught—

“rin—rin, i’m gonna—please—please—”

and he stopped.

again.

you screamed—a broken sound, strangled and wrecked—head tossing back onto the pillows, fists twisting into the sheets above your head as your body tried to chase after the orgasm he ripped from you.

“you’re fucking evil,” you sobbed.

he just chuckled, sitting back between your thighs, his hand dragging along your inner thigh. “i know.”

you were shaking now, tears streaking your cheeks, chest rising and falling with each gasping breath.

“rintarou,” you hissed, half broken, half furious.

“you only call me that when you’re really losing it,” he mused.

“you made me lose it three orgasms ago,” you snapped.

he leaned forward again, his lips brushing your temple, then your cheek.

“and now i’m gonna give it back to you,” he whispered, the hand that was once fucking you now replaced by the warm, heavy press of his cock against your entrance.

your eyes widened.

he was hard. painfully hard. and it felt too good—the promise of it, the weight of it finally resting against where you needed it most. your hips lifted instinctively, greedy and eager, but he held them down with one strong hand.

“not so fast,” he said softly. “you don’t get all of me yet.”

he slid the head of his cock through your soaked folds, dragging up through your slick with slow, maddening strokes. your body shuddered beneath him, clenching uselessly around nothing.

he rubbed it along your clit once.

twice.

your back arched, your mouth fell open again.

“you like that?” he murmured. “so sensitive now. every little thing makes you twitch.”

“just—please—put it in, i can’t—i can’t take it—”

he exhaled slowly, like he was enjoying himself far too much.

and then—

he pressed the tip in.

only the tip.

your mouth dropped open in a silent gasp as your walls clenched around just that much—just barely enough to feel him stretch you, fill you, light your nerves on fire.

but then he stopped.

he didn’t move.

you blinked up at him, chest heaving, every inch of your skin burning.

“why are you—”

“shh,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to your jaw. “feel that. just that.”

you sobbed.

“you’re so fucking mean,” you gasped.

he smiled, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “i know.”

his hips rocked forward—just an inch deeper—and your breath hitched.

he pulled back again, letting the head drag along your entrance, rubbing it up and down again like he wasn’t already inside your head and under your skin and deep inside your soul.

“this is what happens when you tease me,” he murmured, kissing your chin. “when you show up to a formal event without any panties, rub your foot along my leg, and then act surprised when i ruin you for hours.”

“you’re ruining me now,” you cried, trembling.

“you deserve it.”

he pushed in again—this time just a little deeper—and your eyes rolled back.

“say it,” he whispered. “say you deserve it.”

“i—i deserve it,” you choked out. “i was a brat—i teased you—please, just fuck me—”

he groaned softly into your ear.

“good girl.”

and then—

he finally, finally—

thrust all the way in.

your breath left you in a sob.

the stretch was immediate, delicious, deep—every inch of him sliding into your soaked, twitching heat in one slow, punishing stroke. your body seized from the sudden fullness, walls clenching around him like you’d never had him before, like you were about to shatter from the inside out.

“fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, burying himself to the hilt. “you’re so fucking tight—look at you. this pussy missed me, didn’t it?”

you could barely answer.

you were already clawing at his arms, tears spilling down your cheeks, mouth open as your body trembled under the weight of finally, finally having him inside you.

“please,” you sobbed, “please move—please just fuck me—”

he didn’t answer.

not with words.

he pulled out halfway, grabbed your thigh, then slammed back into you with a wet, obscene slap of skin-on-skin. you screamed, voice raw, legs shaking around his waist.

and then he started to move.

hard.

fast.

each thrust knocked the breath from your lungs. his cock dragged along every sensitive spot inside you, each stroke merciless and deliberate. there was no warm-up. no buildup. he fucked you like he owned you—like he needed to feel you break around him.

your moans were high and cracked and near-constant. every thrust drove the tension higher, coil tighter, heat spreading so fast your mind was spiraling.

“r-rin—i’m gonna—”

“yeah?” he growled, hips snapping into you faster. “gonna come now? after all that?”

you nodded frantically, tears falling, lips trembling. “yes—yes—i need it—need it—”

his hand wrapped around your throat.

not too hard. not choking off your breath—but just enough. enough to tilt your head back. to make your eyes flutter. to make your walls clench down violently around him.

“you’re gonna come when i tell you to,” he snapped, fingers tightening slightly. “you wanted to be a brat? now take your fucking punishment.”

he leaned over you, his hips still pounding into you, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing through the room.

“you want to squirt all over my cock?” he growled into your ear. “make a mess all over this bed?”

you whimpered, too fucked out to speak, body thrashing with overstimulation.

“do it,” he said. “fucking come for me. right now.”

and your body obeyed.

you screamed—back arching, legs locking, walls clenching around him so hard he groaned your name.

and then—you broke.

your orgasm ripped through you like fire.

you squirted—wet, hot, and messy—gushing around his cock as your whole body convulsed. the sheets were drenched. your thighs trembled. your vision went white. and suna didn’t stop. not for a second.

he fucked you through it.

“that’s it,” he growled, watching you completely fall apart. “just like that. so fucking pretty when you come like that—ruining the bed—shaking like you can’t take another second—”

you were sobbing now, barely coherent, still twitching from the force of it.

he slammed into you harder. faster.

“gonna come inside you,” he panted, teeth grit. “fill you up so good, kitten. you want that? wanna feel me spill inside your pretty little pussy?”

you nodded. choked on your breath.

“yes—yes—yes, please—please, rin—”

he buried himself one last time, hips stuttering.

and then he came.

hot, deep, endless—thick ropes of cum spilling inside you as he groaned, holding your throat, fucking you through every wave of his release.

you felt every throb. every twitch. every last drop.

and when it was over—you were soaked, dripping, ruined.

he collapsed over you, breathing hard, still twitching inside your overstimulated cunt.

his hand loosened on your throat and slid up to cradle your cheek.

“you okay?” he whispered, softer now.

you blinked up at him—blurry, fucked-out, still trembling.

you nodded.

he leaned down and kissed your tear-streaked face.

“good girl.”

his voice was softer now. hands warm and steady as they trailed gently down your sides, grounding you. your body still pulsed from your last orgasm, muscles twitching, every inch of you raw and oversensitive. but beneath all that wreckage was something else—something aching.

you didn’t want to stop.

you wanted him again.

“rin,” you whispered, voice small, wrecked.

he looked at you—really looked—taking in your flushed face, the tear stains, the dazed way your eyes fluttered half-open beneath him.

“you’re tired,” he murmured, brushing a thumb across your cheek.

“i know,” you breathed. “but i want more.”

he exhaled slowly.

then gave you a look—quiet, reverent, like you were something fragile and divine all at once.

“…okay,” he said after a beat. “come here.”

he pulled back just enough to tug his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. then he lay back against the pillows and guided you into his lap, his hands never leaving your skin. you climbed onto him slowly, your limbs heavy, trembling, your knees on either side of his hips.

and then you saw him.

laid bare beneath you.

and fuck—you could’ve come right then and there.

his chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, lean and sculpted with just enough definition to make your mouth go dry. collarbones sharp, shoulders broad, skin flushed from everything he’d just done to you. there was a slight sheen of sweat across his torso, glinting in the warm hotel light, catching the outline of his abs and the faint trail of hair that led down to where his cock lay heavy against his stomach—still slick with your release, throbbing, flushed red at the tip.

his arms flexed slightly as he reached for your hips again, forearms roped with tension, veins prominent beneath golden skin. you could see the marks you left on him—scratches along his ribs, faint red lines trailing down from your nails, love bites scattered on his neck and shoulder.

but it was the look on his face that nearly undid you.

his eyes were half-lidded, dark and hungry and soft all at once, like he wanted to devour you and cradle you in the same breath. his hair was messy, flattened against the pillows, strands clinging to his forehead. his lips—god, those lips—were swollen from kissing you senseless, parted slightly like he couldn’t wait another second to feel you wrapped around him again.

“you’re staring,” he murmured, voice low and rough.

“you’re hot,” you breathed, almost delirious.

he smirked, hand sliding up from your waist to the dip of your back, guiding you closer.

“yeah?” he said, thumb brushing the side of your thigh. “then sit on it.”

you whimpered—actually whimpered—as your hips instinctively shifted forward, his cock pressing up against your folds, the head catching right at your entrance.

your whole body pulsed.

and suna?

he was still watching you. eyes low, hands steady.

“come on,” he said, voice soft, seductive. “take it, kitten. nice and slow.”

you hovered above him, breath stuttering.

his cock pressed up against your soaked entrance—warm, thick, slick from your release and his previous thrusts. it throbbed beneath you, twitching ever so slightly when your hips shifted, barely brushing against his length.

and he just watched you.

his back rested against the pillows, lean body flushed, chest rising slow with each inhale. his lips were slightly parted, and his dark hair was a tousled mess against the hotel bedding. he looked patient. calm. but there was heat simmering behind those half-lidded eyes, burning slow and deep, waiting for you to behave.

but you didn’t.

instead, you rolled your hips forward—just a bit—grinding your dripping folds along the underside of his cock, letting your clit drag against the tip.

his jaw twitched.

“kitten,” he warned softly.

but you weren’t done. you rocked again, slower this time, letting the head catch right against your swollen entrance before sliding forward, soaking him in your arousal, teasing yourself just as much as you were teasing him.

“i thought you said to take what i wanted,” you murmured, a little breathless smile playing on your lips.

he didn’t say a word.

not at first.

his fingers gripped your hips—hard enough to bruise—holding you in place as you tried to roll again.

smack.

his palm came down on your ass in one clean, open-handed slap.

you gasped—a sharp, needy sound, the sting sinking into your skin and pulsing between your legs.

then he leaned in, mouth brushing your cheek as his voice dropped low, calm and devastating.

“you wanna act up again? make me flip you over? tie those pretty wrists and fuck you until you can’t speak?”

you whimpered, your body pulsing just from his words.

his hand smoothed over where he’d spanked you, slow and almost tender. he wasn’t angry. just in control.

“no?” he prompted, kissing your jaw. “then behave.”

your whole body shivered at the authority in his tone.

so you listened.

you angled your hips and slowly—finally—sank down.

inch by inch, you took him in. the thick head of his cock stretched you open again, your walls fluttering in overstimulated sensitivity. he filled you perfectly, your slick easing the way as you took him all the way to the base.

your hands landed on his chest, steadying yourself.

“fuck,” you breathed out, head tilting back. “you’re so deep…”

his groan rumbled beneath you, hands still steady on your hips. “you’re so fucking tight still. can feel how sensitive you are, baby.”

your thighs trembled slightly from the stretch and the exhaustion still clinging to your muscles, but your body wanted him. wanted more. you started to move—slow, careful grinds, small circles of your hips to test the friction and find your rhythm.

but before you could really take over—

his hands stopped you.

“uh-uh,” he murmured, sitting up just enough to press his chest to yours, one hand sliding up your back to keep you close. “you said you were tired. let me do it.”

you opened your mouth to protest, but he leaned in, lips brushing yours.

“you wanna come again, right?” he whispered, eyes half-lidded. “then be a good girl. just feel me.”

his grip returned to your hips, guiding you now—lifting you slightly before dragging you back down onto him with a slow roll that made you gasp.

you moaned into his mouth as his cock hit deep—too deep—making your walls pulse around him, already close.

and then he kissed you.

not rushed. not sloppy.

slow. deep. intimate.

your lips molded to his, your tongues moving together in rhythm as his hips rolled up into yours from below, letting you ride him while keeping control. every slow grind had his cock brushing your sweet spot, every thrust pulling broken sounds from your throat.

you moaned into his mouth, your fingers sliding down his shoulders and across his back—leaving light scratches that made him growl.

he didn’t stop kissing you.

his hand on your back pulled you closer, chest to chest, while the other held your hips firmly as he kept thrusting up into you from below, guiding your movement like he had all the time in the world to love you like this.

your thighs were shaking again, every nerve lit up, body overwhelmed in the best way possible.

and still—he held you, kissed you, rocked into you like nothing else existed.

“fuck—rintarou—i’m gonna—”

“shh,” he breathed against your lips, slowing you again. “you’ll come when i say.”

you whimpered, your walls tightening around him, everything too hot and too deep and too much.

and still—he made you wait.

made you feel everything.

you pulled away from his lips to take a breath as you can feel your stomach tightening. your eyes rolling at the over whelming pleasure. suna on the other hand being mesmerized by your tits bouncing in front of him.

"rin. fuck please harder, deeper, faster."

granting your wish, he did exactly that at the same time sucking your tits

made you feel everything.

you pulled away from his lips, gasping for air as your head tilted back, a broken moan falling from your throat. your body was flushed, trembling, and slick with sweat, and you could feel it — that tightening heat in your stomach curling tighter and tighter with every roll of your hips.

your thighs trembled with the effort of staying upright, of taking all of him. the pressure was building fast, your chest heaving with each breath as your eyes fluttered shut, rolling back from the overwhelming pleasure.

suna, beneath you, looked like he was in a trance.

his hands were still firm on your hips, but his eyes were locked onto your chest — mesmerized by the sight of your tits bouncing with each grind down on his cock. you looked utterly ruined and breathtaking on top of him, your flushed skin glowing under the low hotel light, your mouth open, your body completely given over to him.

you moaned his name again, voice higher, wrecked. begging.

“rin,” you gasped. “fuck — please — harder, deeper, faster — i need it — please —”

his eyes snapped up to your face. and the second he saw the way you were breaking — how desperate you were for him — he gave you what you asked for.

immediately.

his grip on your hips tightened, and in one fluid motion, he began thrusting up into you with more force — harder now, deeper — meeting each grind of your hips with an unrelenting snap of his own. the sound of skin slapping filled the air, wet and obscene, and you cried out, head falling forward as he fucked up into you with a pace that made your thighs tremble harder.

then — his mouth was on your chest.

he leaned in and sucked one of your nipples between his lips, hot and eager, tongue circling the stiff peak before biting down just enough to make your hips jolt. he groaned low in his throat as he felt you clamp down around him.

“fuck — you like that?” he murmured, voice muffled against your skin. “you want me to use this pretty body until you can’t move?”

“yes — yes, fuck, please—”

he sucked again, harder, teeth grazing sensitive skin as he moved to your other breast, leaving wet, messy kisses in his wake. his cock kept driving into you from below, deep and precise and merciless, hitting that spot inside you over and over until you were gasping with each thrust.

your nails dug into his shoulders, clawing down his back, and he groaned — hips snapping up even harder as your walls clenched tight again.

“you’re so close, aren’t you?” he panted against your chest. “i can feel you squeezing me. you gonna come all over my cock again?”

you nodded frantically, tears spilling at the corners of your eyes. “i c-can’t hold it — rin, please — let me—”

he pulled back, lips slick from your skin, eyes dark and wrecked as he looked up at you.

“then come for me, kitten.”

and with one final deep thrust — you did.

you shattered on top of him.

your orgasm hit like a lightning strike—violent and immediate, rolling through you in waves that left you sobbing, trembling, breath punched out of your lungs. your walls clamped down around his cock like a vice, and then—

you squirted.

hot and sudden, your release gushed around him, coating the base of his cock and spilling down over his abs in a slick, messy rush. it splattered against his taut stomach, glistening across the faint ridges of his toned muscles, dripping down onto the sheets below.

your thighs twitched around his waist. your nails dug into his shoulders. your head dropped forward with a cry so raw and wrecked it didn’t even sound human.

and suna—fuck.

he groaned, deep in his chest, his head falling back for a second as he felt you come all over him.

but he didn’t stop.

not even close.

“fuck, look at that,” he muttered, voice wrecked but steady, eyes dropping to where you soaked him. “you’re dripping down my stomach, kitten. making a mess.”

his grip on your hips tightened again, steadying you. and then—he kept moving.

his cock never left your walls, still hard, still buried deep, still thrusting up into you even as your whole body trembled from the overstimulation.

you whimpered—a high, broken sound—and tried to squirm, hips twitching as his cock dragged against your raw, hypersensitive insides.

“r-rin—i can’t—” your voice cracked on the way out, too hoarse from crying out his name.

“yes, you can,” he said again, low and unwavering. “you’re still taking me. look at you. your body knows who it belongs to.”

your head dropped to his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, tears pricking at the corners as he kept fucking you—slow, grinding thrusts that dragged out the aftershocks of your orgasm, stretching them into something near unbearable.

his abs flexed beneath your thighs, sticky with your slick.

his cock throbbed inside you, dragging through your fluttering walls with unrelenting pressure.

and all you could do was feel.

“you hear that?” he whispered, right against your ear. “listen to how wet you are, baby. you’re still dripping for me.”

his hips snapped into you again—one, two, three thrusts in a rhythm that made your breath stutter.

you were twitching on top of him now, nearly delirious from overstimulation, your clit throbbing, body giving out with every second. but he held you steady—arms wrapped around you, chest flush to yours, every movement guided by his hands.

“just a little more,” he groaned. “you can give me a little more, can’t you?”

your fingers clung to his back, nails raking down as your walls clenched again around him, still so sensitive, still fluttering uncontrollably.

and he felt it.

“fuck—kitten—i’m gonna—”

his breath hitched, hips stuttering as his rhythm faltered, and then with a low, guttural groan—he buried himself deep one last time.

and came.

you felt the first pulse hit deep—hot, thick, spreading inside you as he spilled everything into your already wrecked body. his arms pulled you close, forearm tight across your lower back as he held you in place, cock twitching with each release.

it was messy.

filthy.

his cum mixed with your slick, dripping around his cock, pooling between your thighs.

you moaned softly into the crook of his neck, every part of you limp and soaked and shaking.

and he just stayed there—buried deep, breathing hard, holding you tight like he never wanted to let you go.

after a long moment, he ran one hand up your back, smoothing down your spine with gentle strokes, his other palm cradling your hip.

you could feel his cum leaking out around his softening cock. the bed was soaked. your thighs were trembling.

but in his arms—you felt safe. warm. wanted.

“you okay?” he murmured, voice rough but soft now, lips brushing your temple.

you gave him the smallest nod against his shoulder, your fingers still curled into his skin.

“that’s my girl,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “you were so fucking good for me.”

his arms never left you.

he stayed buried inside for a while, just holding you close as your breathing slowed, his hands gliding up and down your back in soothing, slow motions. he kissed your shoulder. your temple. your jaw. your fingers twitched weakly against his chest, and you mumbled something too soft for him to catch.

he tilted his head, voice barely above a whisper.

“what was that, baby?”

“’m tired,” you breathed. “too tired to… to dress up. don’t wanna move.”

you felt him smile against your skin.

“of course you’re tired,” he murmured. “you came so hard you cried all over me.”

you let out a sleepy, breathy laugh.

his hand slid gently into your hair, brushing back the damp strands clinging to your face. he leaned up, kissing your forehead.

“we made a mess,” he said softly. “you’re all sticky. can’t let you sleep like this.”

“can’t do a full shower,” you mumbled, still buried in the crook of his neck. “my legs won’t… they don’t even work.”

he chuckled, warm and low. “then we’ll do a half one. just enough to clean you up.”

you whined softly in protest, but when he began to move, you didn’t resist. his hands were careful as he lifted you off his lap, his softened cock slipping out of you with a slick, messy sound that made your cheeks flush again despite everything. his cum leaked from between your thighs, down the inside of your legs.

“look at this,” he said, more to himself, almost in awe. “made such a mess of you.”

you were too dazed to care.

he helped you to the edge of the bed, supporting you the whole way as you tried to get your bearings. your legs did feel like jelly. he kissed your shoulder again and whispered, “told you i’d fuck you dumb.”

“shut up,” you mumbled sleepily.

“you love it.”

he left for a moment to run warm water in the hotel bathroom, then returned to scoop you up in his arms like it was nothing. you didn’t even have the energy to tease him for it. you just curled against his chest, arms around his neck, breathing in the warm scent of his skin as he carried you.

the bathroom was misty with steam, light dimmed, and everything felt safe and slow.

he sat you on the counter first, grabbing a clean towel and soaking it in warm water. then—without a word—he began to clean you. soft, gentle strokes between your legs, over your thighs, down your stomach. he was careful, tender, like you were something precious and breakable.

you watched him with half-lidded eyes, lips parted, your body loose and pliant under his touch.

you sighed, your head resting against the bathroom mirror, too boneless to even tease him back, your body still thrumming from earlier. the towel trailed lazily over your hip, and then your waist, his fingers ghosting just behind the fabric like he didn’t want to stop touching you.

“i’ll grab you a shirt,” he murmured eventually, reaching for the bathroom door.

but your fingers caught his wrist before he could step away.

you shook your head weakly, voice a whisper. “just dry me up.”

he paused. then smiled softly, that quiet, knowing smile he always gave when you let yourself be vulnerable with him.

“needy,” he teased under his breath, but his tone was fond. adoring.

he bent down, slipping one arm under your knees and the other around your back. you didn’t even try to fight it—you just let him lift you, tucking your head against his bare chest, letting his warmth swallow you whole again as he carried you out of the bathroom.

he set you down gently on the edge of the bed, one hand trailing down your spine before he reached for the overnight bag on the floor.

you blinked, eyes fluttering closed and open as you watched him grab a simple pair of your underwear—soft, lacy, dark.

he knelt between your legs, still warm and bare and relaxed from the bath.

“lift your hips, baby.”

you did, barely.

he guided the underwear up your legs with careful hands, pausing once the fabric reached your thighs. he glanced up at you, and you could already see it—the glint in his eye. that quiet mischief he never needed to speak aloud.

“rin,” you warned sleepily.

he didn’t listen.

instead, he leaned in.

and kissed your clit.

soft.

slow.

indulgent.

you twitched, a surprised little jolt, too sore to take more but too sensitive not to react. then his tongue followed, a small, deliberate lick, and then—

he sucked.

your body gave the weakest kick, a tired squeal leaving your lips as you pushed at his shoulder, legs twitching.

“rintarou—!” you half-laughed, half-whined.

he chuckled against your thigh, smug. “couldn’t help it. she looked lonely.”

“she’s tired,” you hissed, voice soft and hoarse, your hand swatting at his shoulder with no real force behind it.

suna just grinned — that lazy, smug grin that said he knew exactly what he was doing.

“still pretty reactive for someone who’s tired,” he murmured, unfazed, as he slowly pulled your underwear up the rest of the way. once the fabric settled snug against your hips, he didn’t move right away. instead, his hand lingered — palm pressing over your core, fingers dragging lightly against the damp lace, just to make you squirm again.

your hips jolted slightly at the contact. you whined, feebly, already too sore to keep up with his teasing.

and he didn’t stop there.

before stepping back, his other hand casually slid up your body, fingers skimming your waist, your ribs — then cupping one breast, warm and firm. he gave it a slow squeeze, thumb brushing your nipple before giving it a light pinch.

you squeaked and smacked his arm again, this time with a little more urgency.

“rintarou!”

he laughed — full-bodied and low, amused at your flustered glare and wobbly kick beneath the covers.

“just checking everything’s still where i left it,” he said smugly, and stood up off the bed.

you watched through half-lidded eyes as he padded across the room, his lean, toned body bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. he bent over slightly to pick up his discarded underwear from earlier, giving you a brief, unfair view of his back and thighs.

he caught you staring.

of course he did.

he smirked, sliding his boxers on slowly, just to be annoying. “see something you like?”

you rolled onto your stomach, burying your burning face into the pillow. “i will throw something.”

he chuckled again, warm and affectionate, and made his way back to you. his weight dipped the bed beside you as he pulled the blanket over your back, sliding in behind you once more. his arms snaked around your waist, his chest pressing to your spine, and he kissed the top of your shoulder softly.

“go to sleep,” he murmured, lips brushing your skin. “we’ll clean the rest up tomorrow.”

you let yourself melt into him, surrounded by warmth, his scent, and the steady rhythm of his breathing. his hand found yours under the blanket, fingers lacing with yours like it was instinct.

you let yourself melt into him, surrounded by warmth, his scent, and the steady rhythm of his breathing. your body fit perfectly against his, your back to his chest, the blanket cocooning you both in heat and quiet.

his hand found yours beneath the covers, fingers lacing with yours like instinct — like second nature, like he’d never not touched you this way.

but of course, suna being suna, he couldn’t keep his hands entirely to himself.

what started as innocent palm-to-palm comfort slowly shifted — his other arm, wrapped lazily around your waist, began to inch up. slow. casual. until his fingers brushed the curve of your breast. then rested there.

soft. possessive. too natural to even feel like a tease.

you sighed, half-asleep. “rintarou…”

he hummed behind you, feigning innocence, his breath warm against the nape of your neck.

you swatted weakly at his hand. “stop copping a feel.”

he didn’t move it. just chuckled low in his throat and gave it a slow squeeze.

“can’t help it,” he mumbled. “they’re warm. perfect. mine.”

you groaned into your pillow. “you’re so annoying.”

“you’re the one who started it,” he murmured, lips brushing over your bare shoulder, warm and featherlight. “rubbing your foot up my leg during a gala like you wanted to die.”

his voice was smooth and smug, a low, velvety tease that made your skin tingle. the way he said it — half-laughing, half-accusing — sent a little flutter through your chest, even though your body was far too spent to properly respond.

you let out a breathy huff, cheek pressed to the cool side of the pillow. “worked, didn’t it?”

he chuckled — the sound rich, indulgent — and you could feel the curve of his smile against your back.

his hand, still resting comfortably on your breast, moved again. his thumb swiped lazily over your nipple — a slow, almost absentminded stroke that made your breath hitch just slightly. not from lust, not anymore — but from the feel of him. steady. warm. always touching you like he didn’t know how not to.

even in your exhaustion, your body twitched at the contact, the faint spark of sensation making your muscles shiver in the best way. but you were too far gone — melted into him, soft and pliant, your limbs heavy and boneless.

you didn’t push him away this time.

you didn’t even swat at his hand.

you just let him.

and then, instead of another teasing pinch or roll of his fingers, he began to massage.

gently.

slowly.

like he was coaxing every bit of tension from your chest with the warm weight of his palm. the movements were languid, rhythmic — his large hand molding to your skin, kneading softly as if your body was something fragile and sacred.

it wasn’t lewd.

not now.

it was something else entirely.

intimate. grounding. his.

you let out a shaky exhale, the tension slowly seeping from your shoulders. your spine curved a little more into his chest. your breathing steadied.

his touch didn’t stop.

he kneaded and rubbed in slow, patient circles, fingers tracing your curves like they were familiar territory. like he was memorizing you for the thousandth time. like he needed you closer even though there was already no space left between your bodies.

your voice came out quiet, barely above a whisper. “feels… really nice.”

“mm,” he murmured into your hair. “i know it does.”

you didn’t need to look to know he was smiling again — that small, proud smile he always wore when he had you soft like this. when you gave in. when you let him care for you after fucking you apart.

his lips brushed over your neck, the tip of his nose nudging gently at the back of your ear as he pulled you in tighter. his legs tangled with yours under the covers, keeping you close, his heartbeat slow and steady against your back.

and still — his hand stayed over your breast. protective. soothing. his thumb rubbing lazy, comforting circles just beneath your nipple now, no longer to arouse — just to calm. to keep you floating somewhere between sleep and safety.

you closed your eyes again, your fingers tightening slightly around the ones he’d laced with yours.

“don’t stop,” you breathed, half-lost to the weight of his touch, the warmth of his skin, the feeling of being absolutely, completely his.

he hummed softly, pressing one last kiss into your shoulder before settling in.

“not planning to.”

and he didn’t.

his body molded to yours perfectly — warm, secure, possessive in the quietest way. your breathing had just started to slow, your muscles relaxing inch by inch, and for a moment, it felt like the night was finally winding down into silence.

until—

“wanna go again?” he murmured against your skin, voice low and teasing, his lips brushing your shoulder. “you’re so soft right now… think i could get one more out of you.”

you didn’t even open your eyes. you just let out a weak, raspy groan and swatted your hand behind you, landing it somewhere on his hip.

“rin,” you grumbled. “say that one more time and i’m booking a separate hotel room.”

he laughed, full and smug and completely amused at your threat — knowing damn well you didn’t have the strength to do anything about it. not after the way he ruined you tonight.

“so mean,” he murmured, nuzzling deeper into your hair, his voice dripping with lazy amusement. “after everything i did for you tonight?”

you didn’t hesitate.

“you edged me, rin,” you muttered, voice hoarse and sleep-laced. “i don’t even know how many times.”

he snorted against your neck, his body shaking lightly behind you. “you’re the one who teased me under the table in front of like half the board.”

“i wasn’t asking to be ruined in five different ways.”

“you weren’t wearing panties. that was basically a contract.”

you groaned and shoved your foot weakly at his shin. “you’re unbelievable.”

“you loved it.”

you sighed, lips twitching. “…yeah. still booking another room next time though.”

“sure, kitten,” he said, voice smug as hell, already pulling you closer again like he’d never let you sleep apart. “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

you didn’t even respond — just let out a sleepy huff, too tired to argue, too full of him to care. you were already sinking, slowly, gently, into the kind of sleep that only came after being thoroughly ruined and even more thoroughly held.

your back stayed pressed against his chest, the curve of your spine molded perfectly to him, like your body had long since learned where it belonged. his breath was steady against your shoulder, warm and slow, like the whole world had stilled around you.

your fingers stayed tangled with his across your stomach, his hand resting protectively beneath your ribs — a quiet, grounding weight that made your heart settle in your chest.

and his other hand?

naturally, still on your boob.

not squeezing this time, not teasing — just resting there, palm splayed, warm and possessive, like it was the most natural place for him to be. and honestly? it was.

you didn’t swat him away.

you didn’t even try.

because that was just how suna rintarou loved you — wrapped around you, pressed to your back, with a lazy hand full of your tits and his name still echoing somewhere in your bones.

you fell asleep like that.

spoiled. sore. and wrapped up in the warmest kind of quiet love that never needed to say much.

because his touch said everything.

[sunasilhouette]

i hate having new fic ideas when i haven’t even finished a timely bet 😔

but… teacherassistant!reader x unistudent!suna sounds so fucking delicious to write…

basically suna has the hots and lowkey tries to flirt with reader even if he’s nonchalant.

TA is rejecting attempts thinking he’s actually a little shit but after a few socials they actually realise they’re like super compatible and suna realised TA is also a little shit and somewhat fucked up in the head like him??

sexual tension and eventual emotionally loaded fucking oh gOOOOD

[sunasilhouette]

i didnt keep my no-promise promise 😔

(its still coming though) just about 2k written out of approximate 3-4k part 2

WHEN ARE YOU GONNA POST TIMELY BET PT 2?! I’m dying to read it 😭💔

Hi! Thanks for the ask and sry for late reply akjsdhajksd

timely bet pt.2 is still coming! Most likely, it'll be out by the end of this month (no promises ;;;)

thanks again for writing about your interest q-q <3 - it does motivate me more

[sunasilhouette]

WHEN ARE YOU GONNA POST TIMELY BET PT 2?! I’m dying to read it 😭💔

Hi! Thanks for the ask and sry for late reply akjsdhajksd

timely bet pt.2 is still coming! Most likely, it'll be out by the end of this month (no promises ;;;)

thanks again for writing about your interest q-q <3 - it does motivate me more

[sunasilhouette]

sunarin is the epitome of nonchalant boy turned clingy boyfriend

[sunasilhouette]

suna rintarou who counted down from 10, his long fingers cheeky as they rubbed your clit, his other hand dipping into your heat, seeking the one gummy spot inside you that had your back arching away from his chest and gasps to fill the room desperately.

"don't run away from me," his voice was raw, heated against your neck, teeth finding your pulse point to gently bite, his tongue sweeping over your sweaty skin.

suna's elbows dug into your legs as he flushed you closer towards his chest, keeping your legs spread apart, the squelches of your pussy obscene as he added another finger to stretch you out.

he hummed, throaty groan escaping him, "yeah, doing well, baby, six...five...four..."

your toes curled and pants fell from your lips, breath heavy, high-pitched moans and hiccups, his name a prayer on your tongue.

"...three...two....one..." and before your mind could comprehend to give in, his pace suddenly quickened, "give me another five, baby, five...c'mon, don't you dare cum yet."

a hard whine escaped you as you struggled to get out of his hold, but his elbows dug deeper, his arms caging you in, suna's sudden teeth burying in the curve where your neck met your shoulder keeping you in place.

you bucked against his hold, "ahhh, rin, w-wha— pl-please i ca-ha-hant.."

he licked over the bite mark, "yeah you can, baby, c'mon...four...easy, easy...three...mhmmm..."

suna kissed your neck, tongue drawing galaxies on your skin whilst murmuring praise, his hands brutally bringing you to the brink over and over as his fingers fucked into you, as he kept hitting the spot inside you that made your eyes roll back and your jaw slack.

"twoooo.....one and three quarters...one and a half—"

"yo-ou ba—ah-ssss— nghh i h-hate you."

suna spat in lieu of counting down more, the droplet sliding between your bare breasts down your sweaty abdomen, and his thumb reached up quickly to catch the dollop to rub your clit with, the palm of his hand slapping against your swollen, hot lips.

"shut up," he replied, and kissed your exposed throat when your head fall back against his shoulder, twitching in his arms from how overwhelmingly fast your orgasm was approaching, "one more second, pretty."

that one second turned into an enternity when he wouldn't let up, when your own hands scratched against his forearms and he played with your cunt like his very own toy, when you convulsed against him, your muscles tensing, pussy squeezing around his fingers.

TAGLIST | @takes1 @classicalelephant @sugacor3

[sunasilhouette]

「your intentions」 - s.rintarou x f!reader

✧summary:

what happens when a notorious manwhore, stoner, and player, encounters someone who doesn't seem all too interested. or: you piss suna off so much that he wants you

✧wc: 5.2k

✧au: college!au, freshman!suna, freshman!reader, miya twins side characters

✧ tags + warnings under the cut | ao3 link (sentence case) |

♪♬ intentions - starfall

✧warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, bratty!reader, experienced!reader, sadist!suna, dom!suna, fuckboy!suna, stoner!suna, sexual tension, alcohol consumption, fwb, suna is an asshole with standards,

✧tags: fingering (f.), oral (m.f.), teasing, degradation, pet name (kitten/ princess), unprotected sex, rough, edging, mirror sex, dubcon, creampie, face-fucking, cum swallowing

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frat parties themselves were frustrating—loud, crowded, sweaty. but on the bright side, they always accompanied themselves with free booze and weed. a lot of the guys here played for various sports teams on campus, most of them on the volleyball team.

one in particular, suna rintarou. the guy you so happened to sit next to in the blunt rotation and the very guy your friend warned you about yet also praised. rumour has it suna rintarou only calls up girls when he's high but he was an insane fuck. you didn't take much notice until it was your turn in the rotation. with a tap on your shoulder, you turned to the tall, foxy-featured volleyball player.

“hey. you want some or not?" rintarou suna said lazily, expression blank. his sharp, foxy features complement the entire vibe he was exuding. plus, you were surprised that you could smell a sexy, earthy cologne on him and not just the weed.

you turned around, meeting his eyes with a similar blank expression, not really vibing with his tone. you might have had a resting bitch face... but, you didn’t say anything as you took the offered blunt, taking a big puff and blowing it at his face, saying, “thanks," clipped with a fake smile and then turned back to your friend, dismissing the surprise on her face.

what you didn't notice was how suna raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by your boldness yet intrigued. as you blew smoke in his face, he had taken a slow, deliberate breath, his eyes never leaving yours. even when you turned away, he kept his gaze drifting lazily over your body in a way that was both assessing and appreciative.

leaning back casually against the couch, he pulled out his phone but continued to sneak glances at you from the corner of his eye. a slow, sly smile spread across his lips.

meanwhile, your friend yui was erratically sputtering about your passive-aggressive interaction with the known ‘manwhore’. honestly, you didn’t get the big deal and continued sipping at your drink and making conversation with the other sports guys, purposely ignoring suna.

sure, you'd be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive but he was surprisingly not the kind of guy you usually go for. suna’s and your mutual friend osamu was more up your alley since you shared an elective with him and he seemed way more of a green flag than a notorious womaniser.

yui was in the middle of not-so-quietly warning you about him, no doubt painting him as some kind of villain suna thought. with that, you felt as though a certain someone was staring a hole into the back of your head causing you to shift your gaze briefly—mr hotshot himself already looking with that same lazy, blank yet sharp expression of his. he quirked the side of his lip. you rolled your eyes at him, something suna definitely wanted to see again.

you were alerted to a ringing and a name that pissed you off reading. “shit… sorry, I gotta take this call.” you told yui, putting your drink down and leaving the group, trying to find your way through the crowded living room and up the stairs into a hopefully unoccupied room.

.

.

.

you waltzed upstairs and managed to find an empty room where people weren't fucking in to take the phone call. it wasn't a very fun one.

"christ, anzai, I told you not to call me again. do I really have to block you?" the conversation was pointless and getting on your nerves. you sat down on the bed, rubbing your temples out of frustration. sighing and about to cuss out your ex-fwb over the phone, the door opened, letting a bit of light into the dark room.

suna rintarou. your eyes grew at the coincidence but you needed to end the phone call. suna was just quiet, watching you with a blank expression and that stare of his.

"you're blocked. don't call me."

the invader leaned casually against the doorframe, watching you with keen interest as you hung up. you sighed as you rubbed your temples which probably struck a chord in him—you're sure he knew this feeling all too well. the room fell silent except for the muffled noise and shit music from downstairs. wordlessly, he pushed off the doorframe and moved further into the room, closing the door softly behind him. suna came to sit beside you on the bed, close but not quite touching. reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a joint and lighter.

"trouble in paradise?" he asked quietly, sparking the lighter. his tone was devoid of its usual sarcasm, surprisingly gentle. he took a long hit before offering it to you, exhaling smoke slowly through barely parted lips. his eyes, usually sharp and mocking, had softened as he regarded you in the shadows. for now, the game was on hold - it seemed he was simply offering a moment of quiet understanding.

this was the infamous manwhore on campus people were dying to get in bed with? you glanced at the joint that he offered. you didn’t take it, saying, "can't a girl get a little bit of privacy? I prefer escaping the party alone, actually."

"this is my room, actually," he replied calmly, taking another drag from the joint.

“shit- sorry.” you started, about to stand up and leave but he didn’t seem bothered or react as if he was so... you slowly sat back down.

suna exhaled slowly and shrugged. "don't worry, I'm not gonna try anything. just thought you could use someone to vent to, if you want." his tone was casual, non-threatening. holding the joint out to you again, he added, "or... we could just get high and forget about our problems for a while."

his expression gave nothing away as usual, but his eyes were open and attentive, implicitly letting you know he was genuinely offering an ear. the ball was in your court now - you could take the outstretched joint as a peace offering and relax in comfortable silence, or tell him to fuck off.

“well, guess I'll take you up on that,” you said in reply, the faintest hint of a smile on your glossy lips.

a ghost of a smirk tugged at suna's lips as you accepted said peace offering, brushing against his fingers slightly (intentionally or not), clearly pleased with himself. he leaned back on one arm, mirroring you, close but not quite touching and watched the end of the joint glow orange as you took a hit.

"so, what's with the aggressive call?" he asked casually, your brief contact sent a subtle spark through him, though his expression remained as bored as ever. "ex giving you trouble?"

he took another long drag, holding the smoke for a moment before releasing it. his hooded gaze remained fixed on you, waiting patiently. there was a comfortable silence as the weed started to take effect, blurring the edges of discomfort.

during the brief silence, you took him in, only now realising how long his legs were and how huge he actually was without that oversized jacket- arms, hands, fingers; everything.

averting your eyes, you instead noticed a few things about his bedroom. one - a massive wall-to-ceiling mirror on his built-in wardrobe, a volleyball and some trophies on display on the shelves. some of his clothes were thrown about, as you would expect in a first-year guy's room. not to mention his impressive PC set-up.

suna had followed your gaze around the room, catching the subtle once-overs of his physique and belongings.

you finally indulged him by replying to his question, “not that big of a deal. just an asshole that begged to tap again despite being a one-minute wonder," you smirked through the confession - subtlety not being one of your strongest suits.

"really? wouldn't know what that's like." you could practically hear the smirk in his voice too, confidence oozing through.

you rolled your eyes at his comment, "though, seems like you're the same in that you don't know how to take the hint. heard all about you." you continued before you could really think over what you had just implied.

he hid a smirk by taking another drag.

"hmm, really?" he replied lazily, "and what exactly have you heard?"

of course, suna knew the rumours that circulated about him - manwhore, player, only calls girls when he's high and or drunk. but he was curious what impression you in particular had gotten. his hooded gaze watched your expression closely.

the joint was starting to take effect now, softening the edges of his usual sharp demeanour. a pleasant buzz hummed through your veins.

letting out a soft chuckle, closing your eyes and replying with shrug, "you only call girls when you're high or drunk. and… you're an 'insane fuck'. a friend's words - not mine."

as you spoke, suna reached his arm past you, leaning over your thighs to stub out his joint on an ashtray atop the bedside table. your eyes grew wide at the sudden proximity.

"hmm, your friend isn't entirely wrong," suna hummed, his breath ghosting over your ear. he took his sweet time stubbing out the joint, not missing and clearly enjoying the subtle tension of your body.

when he sat back, he turned his head to meet your eyes, mere inches away. his gaze, usually sharp and mocking, had softened into something molten under the haze.

"but, what do you think?" he asked quietly, a hint of challenge in his tone. one of his long fingers came up to brush a lock of hair from your cheek, lingering there for a moment as his eyes dropped to your lips. the game was still afoot, but the rules had changed - this was no longer just casual banter.

this was an invitation.

and, your own gaze failed you too. for a split second, your eyes flicked down to his lips and then back up to his greyish-yellow eyes. you decide not to swat his hand away.

“well, shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, and so on...” you whispered low and sultry, “as for ‘insane fuck’… let’s just say I don’t have the experience to give my own opinion.”

"wise words," his thumb tracing soft circles on her cheek. your admission both surprised and intrigued him. he liked the way you talked.

leaning in slowly, giving you ample time to pull away, he brushed his lips against the shell of your ear once more. "what do you say we change that?" he breathed, letting the question hang tantalizingly in the air.

his free hand came up to tangle gently in your hair, tilting you enough to expose the long, column of your neck. suna pressed a lingering kiss there, feeling that pulse quicken under his lips and forced a breathy sigh out of you, the pressure feeling so good.

"or d'you wanna continue our little game of cat and mouse?" he whispered, hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin. his eyes, when they meet yours again, gleam with promise and challenge.

"that depends,” you whispered out, “who’s the cat and who’s the mouse?” contrary to conflicting words, your own hands moved to slide up his shirt—to the back of his neck, fingers tangling into his brown locks. hands on his bare skin sent sparks through his veins, sharpening his focus.

"good question," suna murmured just above your lips, eyes half-lidded with intent.

in one smooth motion, he pushed you down, caging you against the plush mattress. his knee parted your thighs, making that tight mini skirt ride up just enough, pressing against your core, eliciting a gasp.

"for now, I think it's safe to say the mouse has been caught. but, I have a feeling you're more kitten than mouse," he gazed down at you with hooded eyes, taking in your flushed cheeks and sweet curves. "so you gonna let me kiss you, or...?

that shit-eating grin on his face made the idea of denying him so much more tempting. alas, suna rintarou was stupidly good with his words. but, so were you.

"I'll let you do more if you hurry up."

you could hear suna curse under his breath right before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. he rolled his hips against yours, grinding his hard length through the thin layers of fabric. a low groan rumbled in his throat at the exquisite friction.

breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth down your jaw and neck, nipping and sucking marks into the tender skin. “so you’re the impatient type, huh?” he teased, hands making quick work of that skirt. "alright, I’ll give you what you want.”

not a second later and you’re stripped bare. he’s settled between your thighs. no more teasing—he delved right in, lapping eagerly at those dripping folds. his reputation precedes him, ministrations focused and skilled, clearly well-practised in the art of reducing his flings to a quivering mess.

you didn’t know what to expect but suna going full-throttle was definitely not on the list. either suna really was a god with his hands and tongue or the weed in your system was making you feel pleasure tenfold. you hoped it was just the latter.

you couldn’t even stop to think about trying to avoid the mounting orgasm. suna didn’t help with the way his tongue perfectly circled your clit. or how his fingers curled and prodded that sweet spot in your tight, soaking wet cunt.

it wasn’t your fault how your thighs quivered and threatened to close around him—but suna kept you spread, happily lapping up the slick and wetness from your cum.

you cursed and could feel his fucking grin, taking his time kissing and nipping down your inner thighs. only when you stilled did he crawl back up your body, grabbing at the flesh of your curves.

his lips and chin glistened with your essence, kissing you once more and letting you get a taste of yourself on his hot tongue.

suna nipped at your swollen lips, erection straining painfully against his jeans. “your turn,” he said, taking your hand and guiding it to the tent in his pants.

your brows frowned and you smirked, somewhat irritably. that nonchalant, confident arrogance of his really did a good job at pissing you off (and turning you on). two could play at that game.

recovered from that mind-blowing orgasm, you pushed against his chest, making him sit up and lean on one arm. “you really are full of yourself, aren’t you?”

you claimed his lips once more, undoing the belt and unzipping his pants with practised ease as he helped by kicking them off.

his grunt out of surprise was delightful to hear as you gripped him by the base, cock twitching eagerly in your grasp.

“guilty as charged,” he breathed when you parted, watching with that lazy grin and hooded eyes. “but you seem to be holding your own just fine,” he reached down to stroke your cheek. suna’s expression softening from his usual mocking edge into something almost tender. almost.

now that you were quite literally face-to-face with his cock, you couldn’t think anything else other than, ‘fuck, he’s big’. stupid volleyball players and their stupid big hands, big build and big dick apparently.

“you’re not the only one who’s been around,” you confessed, teasing the tip, flicking salty pre all around, all while looking at him doe-eyed through your lashes.

suna sucked in a sharp breath, hips twitching slightly from the teasing touches. “mm, I’m learning that,” he replied, voice roughening with barely restrained desire. what he would give to shove his cock down that diabolical mouth of yours. the mental image of your full, pouty lips stretched wide around him might have been enough to send him over the edge on its own.

his fingers tangle into your hair, not pushing but definitely encouraging, giving it a light tug. you took that as the go signal, licking up a stripe from the base of his cock. your spare hand, already coated with the juices from your cunt came up to pump once and then twice.

and, just as you finished licking up that stripe, you closed your mouth around the tip, bobbing your head and experimentally hollowing out your cheeks.

the throaty groan suna let out was more than satisfactory, head falling back as you sucked harder. “fuck, just like that…” he growled encouragingly, hips wanting to jerk up into that perfect mouth but he held back, letting you set the pace.

furrowing your brows at him, you swallowed him deeper until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, moaning, sending waves through his cock. he was in so deep. you could feel it twitch inside your throat and taste what was uniquely suna rintarou.

"f-fuck," he stammered, hips bucking up helplessly at the sensation of your throat fluttering around the head of his cock. oh, you were taking him so well, like you were made for swallowing his length. "so fucking good," he praised roughly, stroking your cheek. his release was coiling hot and tight already.

just before sending him over the edge, what could a little more teasing do? with a lick of your lips, you gazed up at him from below and with a smirk saying, “you holdin’ back or somethin’? I’m not a stranger to being face fucked," and licked another swipe down his cock.

suna scoffed. his eyes flashed dangerously.

in a flash he flipped you backwards, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand. his cock jutted heavy and eager between you, glistening with his pre and your saliva.

"you asked for it, kitten," he warned, a wicked gleam in his eyes. without further preamble, he plunged back into your mouth, setting a punishing pace as he fucked that perfect throat.

suna's hips snapped forward relentlessly as he took what he wanted. one hand tangled roughly in your hair to hold you in place for his merciless punishment.

"such a naughty little slut, begging to be face fucked," he growled, feeling his release coiling tighter with each slick thrust. "swallow it all when I come, got that?"

his groans and grunts were honestly music to your ears. a few more hard thrusts and he was spilling down your throat with a guttural groan, pounding into your mouth through the entirety of his climax.

you weren't immune to having tears well up in your eyes as white hot cum spurted down your throat, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling and to not choke around him.

when suna ‘generously’ (not) pulled out of your mouth, you puffed your cheeks and swallowed hard, turning to cough. you faced suna after, licking your lips and swallowing all while looking at him dead in the eye almost defiantly, “people usually stop fucking moving when they blow,” you complained, voice slightly hoarse but that just made suna even more prideful.

he just chuckled at your complaint—that same evil laugh accompanying that shit-eating smirk. "dunno who you're tryna convince since..." he shifted, fingers tracing your hips and tapped your sopping wet cunt, wetness practically dripping down your thighs. "you're ruining my sheets."

you detested that suna rintarou face-fucking you made you wet to the point where you dripped all over his bed. it was now clear to him exactly how he should continue treating you.

rolling smoothly atop you, he caged you in with strong arms and settled between welcoming thighs. "I’ll clean that up for you," he purred, dipping his head to sample the sweet flavour lingering on his tongue.

suna let his fingers do most of the work stretching you out, making you mewl, moan, and arch your back. “s'that what you say to all the girls you fuck?”

suna chuckled darkly against her slick flesh, tongue delving deeper in response. "not always," he replied, lips and chin glistening when he pulled back to meet your eyes. two fingers scissored inside you, curling to stroke that sweet spot, while his thumb circled your aching clit in lazy eights.

"now quit your yapping and enjoy the ride." he resumed his oral devotion with renewed vigour, determined to reduce you to a quivering mess once more before claiming you fully. only when you were sobbing his name and gripping the sheets in abandon would he deem you ready for his cock.

fuck— his fingers really were magic. you were questioning why he was so adamant on stretching you out. though, after taking his cock in your mouth, you were actually wondering how it’d fucking fit inside. you were so, so close to coming for the second time that night. but, you oh-so badly wanted to cum on his cock. you’d rather die than admit it though, stubbornly biting your lip, muffling cries so as to not give him satisfaction.

suna hummed, smirking around the mouthful of flesh his lips and tongue were lavishing. he could feel your inner walls fluttering, body coiled as tight as a bowstring on the edge of release.

pulling back with an obscene pop, he withdrew his fingers to your disappointed mewl. "tsk, so impatient," he chided, nipping at your inner thighs. "don't you want the real thing?" he purred, rubbing the thick head of his cock through your slick folds in slow, teasing circles. he was fully hard again, ready to plunge deep.

"beg for it like a good girl and I'll consider it," he challenged, grey-golden eyes glittering with mischief. his thumb returned to rub tight, fast circles around your clit, keeping you right on the razor's edge.

your brows furrowed, eyes closing tight in hopes to stop yourself from coming. you swallowed hard and managed a smirk despite your hazed eyes, closing your legs around his torso, pulling him in, playfully nipping at his bottom lip. "not until you ask me for my name, asshole."

suna growled low in his throat. little minx was going to be the death of him. his cockhead nudged insistently at your entrance, aching to breach that tight heat.

his voice was low and smooth, lacking its usual teasing edge. for once, his full attention was focused solely on you, "alright then, kitten. what's your name?" you waited on his question, and then you'd give your answer, along with the fucking of a lifetime.

whispering your name into his ear, you continued, "but, you can call me your slut if you let me cum on your cock this time. and, if you’re good I might even let you have my number."

the way your voice stayed low and sultry almost lulled him into some sort of spell. it didn't help suna's patience when your legs tightened around his waist, making his cock kiss the entrance of your cunt.

suna's eyes darkened at the sinful proposition, cock twitching eagerly. oh, he was going to make you beg for release before the night was through.

he purred your name, tasting it on his tongue as he rolled his hips, "such a pretty name for a dirty slut." he chuckled, nipping your lobe.

in one swift thrust, he finally sank home, burying to the hilt in one smooth stroke. your velvety heat clenched so tight around him. it was exquisite torture. the moan you both shared together was downright diabolical and the proceeding muffled cries that you let out in your mess of a kiss felt delicious on suna’s tongue.

bracing himself on muscular arms, he set a punishing pace, hips snapping forward to grind against your clit on every pass. "you'll probably be begging for mine once I'm done," he mumbled against your lips, grey eyes alight with primal hunger.

with the way your pussy clenched down on him, the way your nails dug into his shoulders and the way you moaned his name: how could he not feel like he was running on pure ecstasy.

suna gripped your hips and flipped you over, leaning over your arched body. he nipped the shell of your ear with a smirk. his free hand gripped your chin, pulling your head up, making you look up at that full-length mirror on his wardrobe, "remind me how you want it, again?"

you wanted to curse him out so bad with how badly your walls fluttered achingly around nothing. biting your lips, you let out a shaky sigh as your cheeks flushed an even deeper red. finding the strength to lift a hand to turn his head and whisper devilishly into his ear, "rough."

with a breathy chuckle, he replied, "sure thing, princess." without further warning, he gripped your hips once more and slammed back in. you cried out, whether in pain or pleasure or a sick mixture of both, you neither knew nor cared. all that mattered was the feeling of suna wrecking your insides.

suna's hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to look at the debaucherous reflection in the mirror. the muted sounds of the frat party downstairs faded, replaced with the noises of sex and slapping skin.

your skin flushed pink and red from the marks he left on your body. looking up for a brief second, you met his blown-out pupils in the mirror, managing to get out, "a little fucked in the head, aren’t you-"

suna's lips curled into a feral smirk at your words, meeting your gaze unflinchingly in the mirror. "takes one to know one, princess," he growled, angling his hips to drive even deeper. his thrusts were relentless, pounding into you so hard the force shifted you forward.

leaning over you and reaching around, he splayed his large hand over your lower belly, feeling the bulge of his cock. "feel that?"

of course you fucking felt it—he was practically splitting you open. and you'd hate to admit it but you felt high and it was definitely not the weed.

he caught your mouth in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue. his eyes bored into yours in the mirror, a feral challenge gleaming in their depths.

you couldn’t stay up. you lowered your head, body high on firey pleasure as suna pounded a second orgasm into you. you cursed and sputtered out, "f-fuck...! I'm gonna..."

his own face twisted in ecstasy. fuck, he needed to fill you up. your cries raised an octave and walls began to spasm around him, making him groan deeply into the crook of your neck. as much of an asshole he was, he found a slither of control inside him to care enough to ask.

he cursed, his control hanging by a thread, "you on anything?"

his cock pistoned in and out of your walls, hitting that spongy sweet spot every single time. the slap of skin filled the room along with your mingled moans. suna's orgasm was coiling tight, ready to explode.

somehow summoning the last shreds of willpower, he panted against your skin, "hurry, tell me before I lose it…" the decision was yours, but he wasn't sure he could stop even if you said to. not when you felt this fucking good.

part of him wanted nothing more than to spill deep inside, and claim you as only his. a few more erratic thrusts were all he could manage, hanging on the razor's edge for your reply before the dam broke.

“f-fuck... just— fill me up…!” you couldn’t even think straight as you peaked. your back arched like a pretty moon with a death grip on the sheets, trying to at least hold on to a bit of your sanity.

a guttural groan tore from suna's throat at your permission, the last of his restraint shattering. he slammed home one final time, spilling hot white cum deep inside your clenching walls with a full-body shudder.

wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him as he pulsed into you, your climax dragging his out for an agonizing eternity. your velvety heat milked him for all he was worth, and he swore he saw stars behind his lids.

coming back to himself, he collapsed heavily over you, panting for breath. suna buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent as you both floated down together.

"fuck…" was all he could manage in a gravelly rasp, still nestled inside.

the previously faded noise of the party had now become slightly audible and matched with the beating of your heartbeats and panting breaths. holy fuck. suna rintarou really was an insane fuck.

pulling out slowly, he watched his seed leak from your abused cunt with a satisfied smirk. rollling onto his side, he tugged your limp, well-fucked body towards him, tucking you under his arm.

was he still high? cus the way he was looking at you was kinda dangerous… you didn’t say anything else and pressed your lips against his again, wanting to forget about everything else and enjoy the ‘insane fuck’ that was suna rintarou.

suna readily returned your kiss, losing himself in the feel of your pretty soft lips. for once, his mind had gone blissfully blank - all he knew was the girl in his arms and the taste of you on his tongue.

reluctantly breaking the kiss, he pressed his forehead to yours, noses brushing almost intimately as you both caught your breaths. his fingers traced idle patterns along your flushed skin, committing every curve and plane to memory.

his eyes cracked open to meet your gaze, and for a heartbeat, something almost tender flickered in his usual sardonic depths. "stay the night?" he murmured, voice uncharacteristically soft. fingers tracing the bow of your lips, he awaited your answer.

“what, can’t get enough of the girl that accidentally walked into your room?” you teased, biting the finger that traced your lips.

suna huffed out a soft laugh at your retort. he replied, "can you blame me? think I hit the jackpot with you." his fingers combed idly through your tousled locks, gaze roaming your well-fucked form with unabashed hunger and appreciation.

"besides," he purred, nosing along your jawline to nip at the spot below your ear that made you gasp, "you still need to answer my question."

his voice had dropped to a low, gravelly rasp that went straight to your core. he smirked against your flushed skin. "do I live up to my reputation as an 'insane fuck'?"

yes, you answered mentally—but you weren't about to feed his ego even more.

trailing his fingers down your spine, he purred, "and I believe someone promised me her number? for being 'good' and filling her up.”

despite the way you shivered at his touch once more, you huffed and pushed against his chest. “your volleyball friends not gonna miss you?” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes at him.

"probably too busy getting shitfaced to notice I'm gone," he replied with a lazy shrug. "I'd much rather stay right here and wreck you a few more times before calling it a night." his hand slid down your stomach to tease that oversensitive clit, smirking at your involuntary gasp.

“you’re impossible.”

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unfortunately for you, you did surrender your number to suna in the end. and, you even stayed the night, surprising a few of suna’s house mates from the sight of the smoking hot girl he managed to somehow get into his bed. you paid them no mind as you left his place. well- apart from giving your classmate, osamu miya, an awkward greeting before leaving.

it wasn’t long before you and suna would meet again, and again, and again…

[sunasilhouette]

fuckbuddy!suna who presses down on the bulge in your stomach when he's deep inside of you so that you know you're his

[sunasilhouette]

what makes sunarin blush…? MDNI, 18+ implied smut (850~ words)

✖︎TAGS established relationship, hand injury, tattooed!suna, fluff but very suggestive, lower case

there aren’t many things that can make suna blush, if anything. he is so frustratingly nonchalant even if you have been together for however long. and you’ve actively tried. like, slamming your palm against the wall he was leaning on. except, this didn’t work at all because of course he was lowkey a giant and all it ended up doing was making him snicker at the sight of you on your tiptoes.

even looking drop-dead gorgeous before heading out to a concert wasn’t enough. sure, he gives what’s probably an incredibly inappropriate comment, joking about what he’d like to do to you against the door but that was rin on a normal day.

eventually, you had given up on the idea, thinking that nothing could ruffle suna rintarou’s feathers.

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on a random wednesday, you could hear the door to your flat unlock as suna trudged his way to the living room, hearing the thump of his gym bag fall.

coming out of the bedroom, you heard him sigh as you round the corner. “rough training session?” you asked, noticing him struggling to tape his hands.

suna glances up at you with that plain look on look face saying, “nah, just the usual.” injuries weren’t uncommon in volleyball, finger injuries especially. so, whenever suna shows up with a new injury, he would always brush it off like it was any other day. to him, it was just any other day — until you pulled up a chair in front of him and offered to help.

“here, let me do it,” taking the first aid kit and tape off of him, you grab his hand and traced your finger over the joints of his ring finger. “is it this one?”

suna hummed in reply, pleasantly surprised. his wrists relaxed at the warmth of your hands on his — always a comforting feeling. biting off the end of the tape, you delicately wrap it around his ring and middle finger.

“huh, you actually do like me,” he said with a ghost of a smirk as you worked your magic. you rolled your eyes, of course.

gently, with the pads of your finger, you unconsciously traced light circles around the knuckles of his pretty, calloused hand. and he twitched.

you pause for a minuscule of a second and, this time, your fingers glide higher to trace the edges of his sleeve tattoo that ended at his wrists. “y’know my physio friend said you should really be doing some daily hand stretches considering how many times you’ve messed up your fingers.”

“tell your physio friend they don’t have to worry. I make sure to do my finger exercises pretty much every night.” he couldn’t stop the snicker rising up after that innuendo — you make it too easy for him.

with another roll of your eyes and concealed grin, you pinched his ring finger out of annoyance. again, his hands jerked slightly as if a tiny current of electricity jolted through. and, this wasn’t pain considering suna’s stupidly high tolerance.

once could’ve been a coincidence but twice? your gaze drifted upwards only to find none other than your boyfriend’s face turned to the side, the tips of his ears a clear, flush, pink hue. tall, big, toned, nonchalant, ‘idgaf’ attitude suna rintarou was blushing.

the corner of your lips quirked up involuntarily at the realisation. seriously? delicately holding his left hand, you press down on his pulse point and skirt slow swirls along the ends of his sleeve tattoo with the pads of your fingertips.

“keep doing that and you won’t be sleeping tonight.” he mumbled the threat under his breath, sharp eyes finally meeting yours. the feeling of something coiling in your abdomen caught you off guard, the low tone of his voice always seemed to kindle a fire.

biting the inside of your cheek, you retort back, “well, I don’t think you’ll be of much service with your hands in this state.” you didn’t back down on teasing him. afterall, you’ve been hard at work trying to make him blush for weeks. who would’ve known that messing with the nerves along his hands and wrists was the key all along.

you trace the veins starting from suna’s wrists, a slight smile on your lips in victory. he felt a shiver run down his spine as he cursed, your name following in quick succession like a prayer, “d’you forget that I have a mouth? and a tongue?”

“how could I forget? you don’t ever shut up.” it was your turn to snicker, satisfied you succeeded in clapping back. finally finishing the job, you secured the last bit of the finger tape, looking up at rin with dark, challenging eyes.

he grinned through a huff, exhaling slowly as he leaned back on the couch, “alright. get up here and let me reward you for successfully making me blush then.”

needless to say, suna proved that he didn’t need his fingers to make you see stars. at least occupying his mouth and tongue for a nightly ‘exercise’ made him shut up for a while…

[sunasilhouette]

imagine suna just pulling your panties to the side and flicking his tongue teasingly on your cunttt omg… him holding your thighs apart as you squirm from how rough he’s eating you out…

and he’s messy too, you’ll protest against him for being so nasty but he doesn’t even really care. if he wants something he’ll get it no matter what- “don’t act like you’re not enjoying this,” he hums, all cocky sounding.

your thighs are trembling so hard, sweet moans and breaths slip out your lips.. making suna’s cock strain in his boxers, already rock hard and pre cum leaking out his pretty tip. “so sweet,” he says, his voice muffled against your pussy.

you let out a breathless whine, “and you’re .. so gross, rin.!” you try to sound like you aren’t feeling good from this, but you and him both knew damn well how much you liked this.

you earn a chuckle from the man and an annoying smug smile- all he does in response to your protest is playfully smack your inner thigh, all while he continues delving his tongue in and out of your entrance as much as he possibly could, his chin soaked from his own spit and your juices altogether.

© damsalindistress - do not plagiarize / translate my work

why’d you only call me when ur high 😖

[sunasilhouette]

Men who take the time to swipe the head of their cock back and forth over your clit before they sink into you, chuckling at the way it makes you shake and beg for them to put it in already 🥺

[sunasilhouette]

「a timely bet」 - s.rintarou x f!reader

✧summary:

suna pisses you off during exam season and it was only right for you to get back at him… except it backfires terribly.

or… can suna last a week without sex.

✧wc: 2.2k (part 1) | 7.6k (part 2)

✧au: college!au, established relationship, second year!suna, second year!reader,

✧tags: explicit smut, minors dni, bratty!reader, experienced!reader, sadist!suna, dom!suna,

warnings under cut | ao3 link (sentence case)

✧warnings: fingering (f.), teasing, degradation, dirty talk, edging, voyeurism, dubcon, suna is down BAD…

deadline season: undoubtedly the worst time of the academic year. and, just like any other student, you were squinting at that laptop screen hoping the essay would write itself. after spending a little too much time doing ungodly things in bed with suna this morning, you forced yourself to the library.

suna stuck to you like a bug, of course. he behaved for a decent amount of time as he scrolled through his phone, bored out of his mind even with the music playing through his headphones keeping him company.

he rested his cheek on the desk, gaze lingering on the delicate furrow between your brows as you typed away. suna waited for your attention before speaking, his voice low and teasing.

“you know, you’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that, princess,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he reached to brush strands of hair behind your ear. his touch was light and gentle, always a stark contrast from his usual annoying, cocky demeanor.

your side-eye turned into an eye roll. “ah, really? didn’t know,” you said, blankly and uninterested, purposefully ignoring him in an attempt to concentrate.

suna let out a quiet chuckle — he really did love when you rolled your eyes at him. but, he knew you well enough by now to recognise your tells. you need a break. plus, he wouldn’t be suna if he didn’t tease you daily. and, he kept his hands to himself for a good couple hours now.

wordlessly, he sat upright, moving his chair close enough for his leg to touch yours and placed one mischievous hand on your thigh. the sudden contact broke your concentration, making you pause. you instantly shot him a warning look but he just grinned back, his pinky skimming just under the edge of your skirt with deliberate intent. “what’s the matter? can’t focus with a little distraction?” he murmured, voice low and husky, laced with amusement.

“we’re in the library…!” you whispered back as a matter of fact-ly, nudging his leg with your own but his hand was persistent.

this time, he leaned in close, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered with a wicked grin, “no one’s here, princess. and besides, it’s nothing we haven’t done before.” suna’s hand inched higher up your thigh. “a little break won’t hurt.”

you could feel your skin flushing at his crude words, almost hating how much you actually liked the way he talked. and, he wasn’t wrong either. that tiny break out room on the 4th floor of the library had probably seen better days. your memory of it was still stupidly vivid.

the way your thighs slightly parted didn’t go unnoticed by suna and he huffs out a quiet chuckle in victory. he gives a playful squeeze to your bare thigh before lifting it over his own leg, spreading your sweet legs further under that desk.

he leans in closer, practically leaning on your shoulder and nuzzling the nape of your neck as his long fingers swirled tiny figures of eight closer and closer to the source of all of his desires and needs. “don’t worry, it’ll be quick,” he murmured, lips ghosting over your skin.

you could feel another wider smirk as he pushed your underwear aside, feeling the wetness already soaked through, spreading it all around your clit and teasing entry with one- no, two fingers. the essay was momentarily forgotten about even with the white word document lighting their faces.

with that, suna’s left hand pushed your cheek towards him, pressing his lips to yours in a gentler, sensual kiss. you were doing well making no noise— until he dove in and curled his fingers just the way you liked. you whimpered against his goddamn grinning lips.

his ministrations were continuous, moving in and out with practised ease. after half a year of hearing you whimper and moan almost nightly, he knew exactly how to touch you and make you whine and writhe. with a little nibble on your bottom lip, he added a third finger, curling at that sweet spot once more, making you gasp as his left hand moved to cup your mouth, silencing you.

“that’s it, princess,” suna whispered, kissing your neck and nibbling the shell of your ear. “gonna cum already?” he asked in that annoying almost patronising tone of his, mentally cursing him out. you bit suna’s palm in revenge, making him flinch but he just pressed down harder on your mouth. closing your eyes, you tried to focus on the mounting pleasure rather on the obscene sound of his fingers and your wetness, praying desperately that no one could hear.

his thumb drew circles around that sensitive nub as your walls began to clench, fast tracking you to the edge of release. and with a final flick of his wrist, he sent you over the edge, your legs shaking as you came with a stifled moan.

fingers still buried inside you, he let you ride out the orgasm before slowly removing them, bringing them to his lips. suna cleaned himself up savouring the salty sweet taste of you before grabbing the tissues in his bag and wiped you clean. “now you can focus,” he mused with a satisfied grin at pleasing his favourite girl.

you huffed and puffed, clutching the edge of the table to ground yourself but, still, that hot feeling remained. god — you needed more. “rin… let’s go to that bathroom.”

the bastard shrugged and leaned back on his chair saying, “sorry, no can do. as much as i’d love to bend you over and fuck your brains out, you’ve got work to submit.” he knew that if he obliged you, that essay was definitely not getting finished. so, for your sake, he wasn’t planning on touching you until that deadline was finished. what a great boyfriend.

the deadly expression you gave him made him pause and lean over to plant a kiss on your cheek, a hand coming up to pat your hair gently. “don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you later,” he promised, slotting his headphones back on to scroll through his phone.

giving him a once over, you realised his refusal was serious. and, you were beyond pissed off. fine. if he was going to play like this, then you were going to make suna’s finals week literal hell. you deadline warrior your essay, furiously typing in some kind of frustrated, horny-induced rage all to reach that word count and one final fuck before his exam week.

you submitted your essay, making sure suna heard the thud of your laptop. the look you gave him was more than obvious and the two of you drove back to your apartment. suna keeps his promise of ‘making it up to you’—more than a few times. but, the damage was already done and you already had a devious plan in the making. you were planning on depriving him of absolutely everything.

.

.

.

the next morning, suna leaves early to go back to his place after making a quick breakfast for you and dipping. that was all fine for you since his finals week officially started today. thinking about it, how much did you actually know about rin apart from the obvious. you didn’t even know what he majored in. sure, he plays for the volleyball team but you didn’t strike suna to be the type to major in sports science… well, either way, you had a chill day in celebration for finishing your final deadline.

it was peaceful until none other than suna came knocking on your door later that night after training. opening the door with a hand on your hip, you greeted him with a raised brow. “isn’t it deadline and exam week?”

he grinned as he always did whenever he sees that teasing expression on your face. suna leaned against the door frame, sharp eyes roaming your figure up and down. “‘s fine i did most of it today,” he replied with a shrug. “and, I’m not too worried about exams. besides, I need to see your pretty face once a day else I keel over and die.” he stepped forward in his dramaticized description of his fake condition, wrapping his big hands around your waist and pulling you in. “how was your day?” he asked as he leaned in for a kiss.

you let him pull you closer as the door shut behind him. unluckily for suna, you pulled back, and placed a finger on his lips, dodging his kiss. with a pleased grin, you replied, “delightfully peaceful, actually. especially since I didn’t have to babysit a clingy fox all day.”

suna’s eyes sparkled with amusement, chuckling at your review of your day. “I’m not clingy. I just know what I want,” he protested playfully. he leaned in to try and kiss you again but you leaned further back, finger still stopping his advance.

this time, he raised a brow in question almost looking like a fox denied treats, “depriving me of kisses now? what did I do to deserve that, hm?”

your fake sympathetic pout curled up into a mischievous grin, “actually, I think you deserve a lot of things but kisses aren’t any of them.” you tapped rin’s nose, turning around to walk away but suna caught your wrist, a playful glint in his eyes as he pulled you back to wrap his arms around you from behind.

”now you’ve got me curious,” he murmured into your ear, “what do I deserve then?” he nuzzled your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair. “don’t keep me waiting too long,” he added with a chuckle.

“you deserve an unbothered exam week where you focus on your studies~,” you pinched the skin at his wrist, making him let go. “so, no sex from me until you finish your last exam - just like you did to me,” you sat down comfortably on the couch, crossing your legs in victory.

suna’s eyes widened at your declaration and looked with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. “no sex,” he repeated. “for the whole week? that sounds like an attack on my human rights.” the fox sat down next to you on the couch, leaning back against the armrest and crossing his arms over his chest.

with a raise of your brow at his drama, you finished with, “if you can’t handle it then I guess you’ll just have to give up your ‘human rights’ for a day of my choosing. and, by that I mean listening to any and all requests - no questions asked.”

suna raised a brow and pondered for a moment, cupping his chin before smirking, “a day of being yours to use doesn’t sound all that bad.” he leaned in closer, lowering his voice and cupping your cheek to face him, “but, just so we’re clear,” he murmured, “if I can resist temptation before my final exam, then you’ll have to put up with my commands for a day. deal?” he jokingly held out his hand for you to shake, the same sly smile on his lips.

you glanced down at his open palm and then back up to his grayish eyes, moving your hand to meet his. instead of shaking his hand, your fingers slid up the palm of his hand, up his arm, tracing his veins, teasing him all the way up until you cupped his face. “don’t you wanna lay down some ground rules before you agree to a losing bet?”

a familiar heat built in his groin as suna shuddered at the feel of your hands on his skin. he closed his eyes briefly, savoring the sensation before opening them again to meet your gaze. “ground rules? this bet’s pretty simple.” suna reached up to take your hand from his face, bringing it to his lips and peppering kisses on each finger before releasing them. “but, if you want to add some, then I’m all ears.”

“so…. I can do whatever I want?” you trace down his chest this time, feeling the toned mounds and ridges of his torso. suna’s breath hitches as you just barely teased your fingers from moving under his shirt. “I won’t bother you too much when you’re studying, since… let’s be honest, you probably won’t be able to resist at all,” you taunted, fully confident you had suna wrapped around your finger.

he watched your movements intently, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "whatever you want?" he repeated. "that could be dangerous territory for me,” suna leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "but it wouldn't hurt to indulge you a little. you’ll be surprised by the amount of self restraint I actually have, princess.”

he ran his hands up your sides, tracing over the curves of your hips and waist. suna’s fingers found their way under the hem of your shirt, brushing against bare skin as he leaned in close to whisper into your ear, “but, feel free to try.”

you let out a chuckle, “you talk big for a man who can’t keep his hands off me.” leaning in, you planted the tiniest peck on his cheek as you moved to straddle his lap, already feeling that familiar tent in his joggers. “alright then, since you’re indulging me, my lips are off limits too. deal?”

suna let in a sharp inhale, feeling the heat between your thighs and the pressure of your weight against him, “no kissing?” he repeated with a smirk. “you’ve just made things harder for me.” he presses a kiss just below your earlobe before pulling back slightly, “deal.”

a/n: next part… a few snippets of the days of the bet and who actually ends up winning. sorry this didn’t have that much smut - the next part will have all of it. thnx for ur patience !!

part 1 (you are here) | part 2

[sunasilhouette]

so i’ve decided to cut my next oneshot fic into 2 parts just so you guys have something to read while waiting \o/

It’s currently around 3k and might end up around 5-6k so probably better splitting it up…

full fic as a one shot in sentence case will be posted on AO3 when it’s ready! 🫶🏼

[sunasilhouette]

is your girlfriend single?

characters: atsumu, suna, bokuto

warnings: mentions of sex in suna's, timeskip!

note/s: i do not feel like writing a new piece rn so here's a lil repost from my old account

(ushijima, iwaizumi, sakusa)

atsumu: 

the setter was doing a livestream, he was bored and you were doing a grocery run, so he decided to tweet the hashtag #AskTsumu five minutes before going on live. 

once he started filming, he first greeted his viewers and thanked them for their support towards the previous games against the adlers. 

“right. let’s get started on the questions.” he says, placing the phone down and clasping his hands together. 

“‘is it true that you have a twin?’ no, i don’t. next question.” atsumu smirked as he scrolled past the comments only to see his twin’s angry spamming on how he should’ve eaten the blonde in the womb. 

“just kidding, yes. unfortunately, i have a twin brother, he’s currently opening up a restaurant in tokyo so go visit if you can.” atsumu endorsed. “‘wow, thanks. you’re actually useful for once.’ i take it back! don’t visit his restaurant, his food is shit. worst food ever, -10/10.” he joked, knowing that his fans and viewers would realize that it was sarcastic. 

“alright, time to check twitter for your questions.” he said as he took his laptop and pressed on the hashtag. 

“wow, okay. there’s a lot, i’ll try to answer as much as possible.” atsumu began answering the questions, it was mostly about his training routine, his hobbies and his relationship with his team. 

“how long have you and your girlfriend been together?” he smirked at the question before tilting his head to the side and shortly reminisced about your relationship. 

“we’ve been dating for.. four years now and i couldn’t be any luckier.” as if on cue, the door to your apartment opened and you trudged in with groceries. “wait a minute.” he said to the camera before running to where you were and helping you carry the groceries then dragging you to the camera’s view. 

“‘tsumu, i look terrible!” you say, trying to get away from the view but atsumu held your waist as he perched you to his lap. “nah, you don’t. ‘yer the prettiest.” he said before leaning forward, chin on top of your shoulder as he read more questions. 

“‘is that (y/n)?! she’s so pretty!’ ‘course she is. glad you seem to think so as well.” atsumu smirked. 

his live suddenly became a couple q&a. not that either of you were complaining. 

“atsumu, is your girlfriend single?” he reads before he could comprehend the message. he only realizes once you stifled your laugh. 

atsumu huffed before his big hand cupped your cheek to face him and he placed his lips onto yours for a few seconds. just enough to get the point through. 

“no, next question.” he winked, you slid off his lap as he laughed at the comment section which was now in an uproar. you knew you had to apologize to the team’s publicist as soon as possible.

suna:

suna was lounging on the couch as atsumu and komori interacted with their fans in their livestream. 

he was in the background, scrolling away on his phone as the setter and the libero chatted animatedly in front of the screen. 

“oi, suna! you should go and join us.” atsumu called out, looking behind him, the middle blocker gave a passive wave of the hand, eyes still on the phone. 

“‘ya guys see how mean he is? he doesn’t care about anyone unless they’re (y/n).” atsumu says before his eyes widen. “i should not have said that, huh?” the glare suna sent atsumu’s way made the setter cower in his seat. 

“always knew your loud mouth will get me into trouble.” suna sighed and left it at that.

“show us a pic...” motoya read out loud, suna’s head snapped up and before he could stop the two, atsumu has already pulled out his phone and began going through photos of you and the team. 

“this is suna’s girlfriend, sorry ladies and gents, mr. suna rintarou is off the market.” motoya laughed as he pointed to the picture on the phone screen. “anyway, this is (y/n). she’s really pretty and she has the entire volleyball team to go after you if you dare send her hate.” 

suna smirked and continued to scroll down his phone. 

“is suna’s girlfriend single?” motoya read outloud, atsumu stood up with the phone and placed it in front of suna’s face, effectively placing him in a hotseat. 

“so, sunarin.” atsumu starts. “is your girlfriend single?”

suna looked at atsumu with an unimpressed expression before facing the camera, looking straight at it.

“no, we had sex last night.” atsumu almost let go of the phone at how nonchalantly suna answered. 

“can you get the camera out of my face now?” suna asked, both of his teammates nodded. atsumu grumbled about how he was making the live as pg as possible but the middle blocker had to ruin it. 

once atsumu sat down, he made sure that the camera does not catch sight of the smug middle blocker before he states to the camera.

“we’re not entertaining any more questions about suna and (y/n).”

bokuto:

most of the fans knew that bokuto was a volleyball idiot. his actions and reflexes are quick yet when it comes to anything that wasn’t related to volleyball, he’d rather pass on the question. 

“ah, yeah. i’ve tried the hybrid on our spikers yet no one managed to receive it! bokkun was pouty the whole practice we had to call (y/n) to get him out of his slump.” atsumu recalled, earning a roll of eyes from sakusa and a lot of praise from hinata. 

“i was caught off guard!” bokuto tried to defend himself, earning a passive wave of the hand with a matching smirk from the setter. “sure, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, bokkun.” 

the live audience cooed at the team’s banter, finding it both endearing and entertaining. 

“i see. any more questions from the audience?” the host asked, the mic that was vacant was occupied by a fan who then asked what their drive for volleyball was.

it was the segment for general questions. then it would be time for personal questions per team member. 

the owl-spiker was excited but a bit nervous, he didn’t know what to expect but the smile on his face didn’t show any bit of unease. 

after a few minutes, the host turned to bokuto and gestured for him to sit in front, replacing hinata who had just finished answering his fans’ questions. 

“ah, bokuto-san! are you ready to answer?” the host asked for formalities, everyone knew that bokuto didn’t really have a choice. bokuto nods twice, a beaming smile on his face as he faced the audience. 

“alright! first question.” the host gestured for the first fan to occupy the microphone. 

“are your emo modes unintentional...” the questions went on, the spiker answered the next questions with ease, the past feeling of anxiousness dissipating as he noticed the line getting shorter. 

“hi, big fan! so my question for you is… is your girlfriend single?” the fan asked, causing a few gasps from the crowd. bokuto couldn’t see it, but the team was silently giggling at the question, anticipating whether bokuto would comprehend the question before he would answer. 

“what?” bokuto asked, wanting to hear the question again. he awkwardly laughed before he spoke once more. “of course she’s not! she’s my baby.” 

bokuto pouts before speaking again. “she’s my other half, my soulmate, my baby, my honeybear, my-” “alright, bokkun. we get it!” atsumu said, exasperated. 

“(y/n) is the love of my life and my girlfriend and it will stay that way until we see each other at the altar.” bokuto finalized, unknowingly smiling at the thought. 

the host cleared their throat, taking the stage away and wrapping the interview up. 

you were waiting backstage, watching with a warm face as bokuto talked about you. the backstage staff who was with you gave you knowing glances as the interview ended and bokuto was walking straight towards you. 

your boyfriend wrapped his arms tightly around you in greeting. “you know, that question could’ve been answered with a yes or no, kou.” you say as you pull away from the hug. 

“i needed to let them know that you’re mine!” bokuto stated childishly before pecking your forehead. 

yeah, you were his and didn’t plan on being anyone else’s.