#suna x reader

[ohgodthevoices]

suna rintarou as your bsf that lowk wants you BAD

tags/warning : segsual jokes (way too many) , mention of smoking , lowk fanon suna but like i’m obsessed , ky$ joke

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part 1/part 2

Premise : you’ve been best friends with suna since high school and you both knew that the other doesn’t like commitment. you still want each other tho.

[kawoala]

𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 “coworker” texts

content warning ; tattoo artist! suna. flirting. clumsy! reader. random manager named shelby. suna’s little sister appearance. tattoo artist! reader. mention of smoking. tattooed! suna.

[straightforthefl00r]

fervent

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you were always a sweet person. cheeky on occasion, unbelievably stubborn at worst, but that was your charm — he realised that when he met you. if he were to name exactly what you were, it would be magnetising. even in the most chaotic of parties, he would be able to pin-point exactly where you were. a gut feeling if you must. if he searched, you would be there, head thrown back with laughter as shiny, and as precious as ever.  he guessed that others saw that too. how could they not? especially, when your talents have got him coiled so tight around your fingers.  well. he was currently coiled around you right now. head on your shoulder, his arm warm around yours and a drink in his other hand. he could feel you squeeze his hand every so often and he couldn’t help the smirk that would come out every time. it was so clear that he was yours and you were his. however, even then, the violent churning in his stomach never stopped.  you were talking to a group of people, acquaintances at best. he only knew two of them by name, and one of them, damn, got on his nerves. flirting with you — when he was right there?  he wouldn’t describe himself as insecure (you’ve told him enough times, screamed it too, that you loved him), but if that didn't make him angry, then he didn’t know what would.  and then, it suddenly made sense. he let out a strained laugh some joke was just said. he was jealous, so fucking jealous.  “baby,” he whispered into your ear, “you wanna leave?”  all he got was a knowing smile in response and a quick nod of your head.  he pressed his lips to your jaw. god, he loved you.  you ran your fingers through his hair, you had him curling into your touch. he felt your breath hitch, as he nipped your neck with his teeth. you barely suppressed a hiss. “so what brought this on,” you mumbled breathlessly, “freak.”  he nipped harder, thinking back to earlier — the possessiveness, the annoyance. you gave him a light smack on the arm, before kissing his jaw, teeth scraping, giving him matching marks. “m’sorry,” he held back a breath, “just a bit jealous.” you giggled softly from beneath him; he loved that sound. if only he could bottle it up and keep it with him in his pocket. woe. the real thing was better anyway, as it will always be.  he opened his mouth to say something more, but a gentle hand on his neck pulled him down. you muttered something he could barely hear before planting a kiss to his lips, biting lightly. he returned the kiss with matching fevour. what was he even jealous about again? 

➼ keigo, izuku, eijiro, hitoshi, touya

➼ rintaro, atsumu, tobio, koushi

➼ atsushi, chuuya, ranpo

➼ yuji, megumi, satoru

➼ ur faves <33

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[haikyuubby]

the haikyuu boys crushing on you!

headcannons about the haikyuu boys crushing on you!

featuring: hinata, sugawara, iwazumi, atsumu, and suna.

❀ - fluff, gender neutral reader

hinata

☀︎ whenever hinata first realizes that he has a crush on you, he totally freaks out.

☀︎ he’s so scared that you won’t reciprocate his feelings or you’ll reject him in the most embarrassing way possible.

☀︎ hinata goes to his teammates for advice, getting little to no help from them.

☀︎ he soon realizes that he’ll just have to man up and ask you out himself.

☀︎ during the crush stage, hinata can’t help but find himself drawn to you in every room that you guys are in.

☀︎ if you guys have classes together, he’d spent the majority of class time admiring you.

☀︎ he’s so desperate to spend time with you that he asks you to tutor him and attend his volleyball games.

☀︎ after weeks of debating how to properly ask you out, he makes up a plan to try and get you to be his.

☀︎ when he tries though…

☀︎ ❝ i really like you, y/n, sopleasegooutwithme! ❞

☀︎ during his confession, you can’t help but laugh at his antics a little bit.

☀︎ due to hinata’s nervous nature, he takes your laughing as rejection

☀︎ then you spend the next few minutes convincing him that you really do like him back and you weren’t rejecting him.

sugawara

☀︎ probably the most in denial of having a crush on you.

☀︎ it’s not anything towards you, but he doesn’t think that he can bag you.

☀︎ sugawara had been crushing on you since you guys were first years.

☀︎ after years of asahi trying to get him to confess his feelings for you, he finally comes around to it before volleyball starts during the final year of high school.

☀︎ sugawara didn’t try to subtly try to hide his crush on you, he just said that he didn’t have one whenever someone would ask.

☀︎ when you two would hang out, sugawara’s touch felt too gentle, too soft:

☀︎ you knew that after you felt his touch linger on your skin for too long, even if his hand just barely grazed yours, that you definitely liked him.

☀︎ sugawara was good with his words, too.

☀︎ at lunch, he’d always save you a seat beside him.

☀︎ if you forgot to pack lunch, he’d give you some of his food or give you money to go and get something from a nearby vending machine.

☀︎ after school one day, sugawara finally decided to confess his feelings for you.

☀︎ ❝ i’m sorry for waiting so long to tell you this, but i’ve had a crush on you for years, y/n. i wanted to tell you before it was too late…let me take you out on a date tomorrow, i’ll make sure that we have a good time. ❞

iwazumi

☀︎ iwazumi was the type of guy who kept his feelings to himself, especially when it came to romance.

☀︎ thanks to oikawa, the team soon found out about his little crush on you.

☀︎ iwazumi was already a pretty closed off guy, so navigating such confusing emotions was a hassle to him.

☀︎ during class, he’d always slide you notes or answers if he figured that you hadn’t been paying attention.

☀︎ during passing periods, he’d wait beside of the class that you were in to walk with you to your next period.

☀︎ iwazumi would stay up late at night texting or facetiming you, that’s when he knew that you’d become a problem in his life.

☀︎ this boy was so in love with you that he didn’t want to come to terms with it, due to his fear of rejection.

☀︎ he wasn’t a pussy, but he figured that things would get too awkward if he tried to talk about this face-to-face with you, so he opted to tell you over text.

☀︎ it was around 6pm on a random tuesday, when you go to check your phone and see that iwazumi has texted you.

☀︎ ❝ i figured i should tell you that i like you, i have a crush on you and i have for a long time. let me know if you feel the same. ❞

☀︎ after you let him know that his feelings are reciprocated, he asks if he can take you out on a proper date the following weekend.

atsumu

☀︎ is very confident in his ability to get you to fall for him.

☀︎ let’s just say you do find yourself catching feelings for him, atsumu will tease the shit out of you during this.

☀︎ during class, he’ll pass notes to you.

☀︎ another guy who will wait for you after class to walk together.

☀︎ atsumu always finds time to text you, rather that be during breaks at practice, or while he’s in the shower, he always makes time for you.

☀︎ the way that atsumu asks you out is…somewhat trifling.

☀︎ basically, he lost a bet to osamu, and his punishment for losing was confessing his feelings to his crush.

☀︎ this was not considered a “punishment” because osamu was convinced that whoever atsumu liked that they’d reject him.

☀︎ atsumu decided to confess to you right after practice one day, making sure osamu was watching the entire thing.

☀︎ ❝ i guess this is long overdue, but i like you, like a lot. ❞

☀︎ you’re caught by surprise by his confession, but not entirely shocked.

☀︎ when you see osamu watching your guys’s interaction unfold from a nearby corner, you start to grow suspicious.

☀︎ trying to just focus on the positive in this situation, you tell him that you feel the same way about him.

suna

☀︎ at first, suna does try to make an effort to show his feelings for you.

☀︎ sure, he’ll stay up on the phone with you until 3 in the morning, sleep on the phone with you, and hang out with you every weekend, but he’s a man who struggles with finding the right things to say.

☀︎ suna never really cared much about romance either, crushes were a waste of time in his opinion.

☀︎ you just so happened to catch his eye though.

☀︎ the way that suna acts after he recognizes his feelings for you is…weird.

☀︎ he compliments you a lot more, saves your snaps in chats, and typically responds to your texts immediately.

☀︎ the way that he confessed to you is very teenage boy like.

☀︎ you two were up late, texting back and forth.

☀︎ you decided to send the imessage game “20 questions”

☀︎ one of the questions you asked suna was: ❝ do u like anyone right now? ❞

☀︎ after you send that text, it takes everything in you to not throw your phone across the room due to the immense levels of anxiety that you’re feeling.

☀︎ suna’s response read: ❝ yeah lol, i like you ❞

☀︎ after he sent that text, he realized what he just did and freaks the fuck out.

☀︎ meaning that he leaves you on delivered until he sees you again the next day, explaining to you that he just got nervous last night and wanted to talk more about that in person.

[cherrysurf]

Horrible winters

suna rintarou x f!reader

contains: angst, hurt no comfort (no proofread)

It was cold. You hated the snow more than anyone else.

So why were you still out here waiting for him to show up when you know he isn’t.

Maybe it was the various “wait for me” “i’m 5 minutes away” “i’m going as fast as i can” string of texts he sent you. Like he meant any of them.

He loved to lie. It was like breathing to him, natural and something he couldn’t live without.

He could most definitely live without you though you know it, as much as he tries to deny that, you can hear the lies come out his teeth.

You stayed though, unmoving, unmotivated. You stayed. Because listening to his lies knowing they were lies was much more comforting than finding someone else and not being able to figure out if the words they spoke were lies or not.

As you were about to head out over waiting and your hands numbing by the second. You hear footsteps on the snowy sidewalk.

“Hey..you’re still here.” he spoke in a breathy voice as if he ran.

Which was shocking, since he never cared to run to meet you right away. Unlucky enough for him this might be the last and only time he’ll get to do this.

“And you're late…but that’s not new huh.” you turn on your heel to face him with your red face from the snow.

“how many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry?” he looked at you opening his arms trying to go in for a hug. Instead of usually going in for a hug no matter how mad at him you were this time you didn’t. He looked at you with an angry yet saddened expression when you didn’t go in for his hug.

“Are you really that mad? What’s up with you Yn.” he sighed, dropping his arms and pitching the bridge of his nose.

“I know you’re cheating on me.” is all you said standing there stoically.

“Where the heck did you get this stupid idea?” he laughed hysterically as if mocking how stupid it was accusing him right now like you were.

You swiftly pull out your phone to show him said texts and videos of the cheating. With no emotion or remorse for him.

He stood there with no emotion either, no efforts to try and back up his claims of not cheating on you. To be honest he’d look stupid if he did.

You stare one more time into his light green eyes before turning around once more to walk home.

The thing was you knew Rintaro wasn’t going to chase you, that’s embarrassing to him. You knew he was just going to let you walk off and expect you to come crying at his doorstep like you did all those times you got into arguments with things similar to this situation.

You carried yourself all the way home in the slightly blizzard snow, ugh how you hated the snow. Although now you hated Suna Rintarou more so much more that maybe that’s what kept you alive during the whole walk home.

That burning fire in your heart is what kept you warm on that winter walk.

tags: @kawoala

[sukisuna]

Whatever it takes

Suna Rintarou x Fem!reader

wc :3.2k college!au. party setting, frat boy vibes- asshole!atsumu, loser!suna

this is my first full piece of writing on this blog, so i’m very rusty, i hope it’s enjoyed- i can make a taglist if enough people want to be on it but comments and suggestions are welcomed!

part 1 - part 2 (coming soon)

“God, why the fuck is she here?” He groans, lazily draped on the crowded couch. You know the sound of that whiney voice anywhere, if not too well.

“Who cares, she’s fucking hot.” Comes as the reply, you don’t know who said it but your eye twitches.

Miya Atsumu, you already knew who had said it. You’re currently standing near the kitchen island, you’ve got Kuroo on your left and to your right is Bokuto. You’ve been here a little over an hour, you’re laughing with them as they talk to Hinata. The music is blaring and there’s unattended drinks and bottles scattered everywhere.

You’re far enough away from the group of friends sitting around the couches near the living room, but not too far to where you can’t hear their conversation as you inconspicuously slightly tune out the group you came with to the party.

“ I mean, come on dude-“ Astumu whines to nobody in particular. “She comes to every single party, hottest chick on campus, and not a single person has gotten in her pants- what a waste.”

You can feel your eyebrow raise, it pisses you off but it’s true. You’re popular, very much more than to your liking. People gravitate towards you and can’t seem to understand why yourself, but you’re sweet to everyone and never hesitate to help someone to study or grab them a coffee when they look too worn out. You’re a music major for crying out loud, nothing grand about it. You make silly sounds by pulling your fingers against strings attached to some carved wood.

It’s not that impressive, at least that’s what you think. You’re not sure why you’re always around people, having conversations that you never start but always indulge yourself in, but that’s how it’s been the whole time you’ve been studying here.

You met Bokuto and Kuroo in the first semester, somehow managing to get lost yet again on your way to the music rooms, you had peeked your head through some double doors when you found a volleyball being hurled through the air towards your face. But it never reached, a massive hand sprawled out in front of your face shields the impact. silver and grey hair inches from your eyes frantically making sure you weren’t hurt and tall black-raven hair sprinting towards you to apologize profusely. That’s how you had met your current 2 best friends, the gist of it anyway. And they had dragged you off to every party that their college volleyball team held since.

You continue to listen as the conversation draws out. “I know what I’m doing tonight boys, I’m hitting that- whatever it takes.” A few amused laughs echo.

You don’t even need to be looking in their direction but the proclamation makes your blood boil. Whatever it takes? You could definitely be throwing your head back and laughing at that one later over tomorrow morning's debriefing with your 2 best friends, while you’re all sprawled over your apartment floor with greasy breakfast sandwiches between you 3.

You finally turn your head to look over at the group all gathered around the couches, you see some familiar faces. Most of them from the volleyball team, laughing and joking amongst each other.

One face sticks out in particular, sitting opposite from the couch where you had heard that familiar irritating voice of Astumu earlier.

Longer swooping tufts of hair that dangle around his face, narrowing eyes and expression of absolute disinterest.

His eyes slowly trace around the large open space, until they finally and slightly surprisingly meet yours. To anyone who’s not paying close attention, there’s no shift in his expression as his eyes bore towards yours across the room. His golden eyes slowly shift downward to back up to yours, eyebrows raising just the tiniest bit. His red solo cup perched against the corner of his mouth from where he holds it, the tiniest smirk shifts his lips upward for a split second before he finally takes a sip from his drink.

Ah, Suna Rintarou.

Yeah, you think you do know what you’re doing tonight. Whatever it takes, right Miya?

It’s been a while since you've made a move on anyone, not bothering since mostly focusing on your studies and not letting anyone distract you from your music mostly. There've been a few people that have caught your eye but none who have tried to really get to know you, so you have cut your losses and moved on. Bokuto and Kuroo have also kept you very busy and it's been a godsend, never letting you spend more than a day to yourself before you find yourself out at volleyball practices or all crowded around the local coffee shop’s tiny tables to study together.

A large heavy arm swings around your shoulder, heavy thick muscle pressing into your side. The motion pulls your attention from staring into your empty cup. “So, (Y/N)” it draws out, “Can i get ya a refill?” It’s Astumu, you already know that, not even bothering to turn your head to meet his eyes focused on yours. Audibly sighing, you pass your empty cup towards his opposite hand that rests on the edge of the counter. “I suppose you could” you answer, he chuckles in response. “Now I wouldn't be much of a good host if I didn't make sure every cup is full now would i?” You can just imagine the playful smirk that's cast upon his features as he squeezes you quickly with the arm that's draped over your shoulder.

The heat disappears from your side as he drags himself to the opposite side of the kitchen to skim the bottles laid along the counter, raising your head to look around the kitchen. Bokuto is standing next to Hinata while leaning against the large fridge, while the two of them are already making conversation with Astumu. Kuroo stands over near the hallway talking to a girl you don’t quite recognize, but she's cute you think. His face turns to yours meeting your eye, he raises an eyebrow as his face shifts slightly. You know it's his way of saying “everything good or you need a save?”

You've seen that expression almost a million times at one of these parties. Your eyes shift back to the girl thats standing beside him, you're not sure what they're talking about but there's a slight blush on her cheeks as he looks back down to her for a second, her head lowers for a minute as her hand tucks some of her hair behind her ear. Kuroo looks back at you quickly, you raise an eyebrow at him and give him a subtle thumbs up. It's your response as a “i'm good here, do your thing.” 

You look quickly back to Astumu, he’s completely immersed in his conversation with Hinata and Bokuto. You notice another figure standing with them, Osamu. Astsumu’s twin brother, you had forgotten they are twins, you definitely don't see him around these parties as much. He must be the busier and more tame twin. 

You take the opportunity to slip away from the kitchen island, making your way through the heavy crowd of people as the music blares much closer to the living room. You spot Kita, Akaashi and Suna on the couch together, you make your way towards around the back of the couch the 3 of them are perched on. Your hands place on the back of the couch as you lean forward in between Suna and Akaashi, as you shift your weight placing your elbows in between them on the back of the couch instead of your hands. 

“Is this the anti-social drinking club?” the two of them flinch before whipping their heads towards you on the back of the couch. “Didn't notice you there” Akaashi mumbles, his voice barely caught over the music. “Room for one more? The kitchen is a bit too crowded for me” you chuckle towards Akaashi, his eyebrows raise in response. “Yeah sure, you can have my spot. I was gonna go find Bokuto anyways.” His arm lands on the side of the couch as he gets up, looking towards Suna and makes eye contact with him before he turns to navigate through the crowd of people. 

You take the opportunity to lift your weight and hop over the back of the couch and land beside Suna and settle in beside him, you look around slightly before turning back to him. “Figured you weren’t gonna make a move, so thought i'd come to you.” you say to him and smirk slightly. His eyes widen a bit before he tilts his head to look at you fully, his hand coming up to bring the cup towards his lips before he speaks. “What if I didn't want to make a move?” his voice deep and words drawn out as he says it before taking a swig from his cup. You narrow your eyes at him, holding eye contact with him as you shrug. “Maybe you didn't or maybe you did, but I'm making mine. So, are you gonna let me down tonight?” 

He chokes lightly on the sip of his drink, before bringing it away from his mouth and raising his other hand to hit his chest once before he coughs a few times. He takes a few seconds before he responds. “You know, Astumu was making his move on you tonight. So what about him?”

You tilt your head and roll your eyes at Suna, “And, what about him?” you ask before continuing. “What about what I want, What if I don't want him?” He chuckles a bit before turning his body towards you more and draping his free hand over the back of the couch. “He’d be pretty upset at me, he wants to talk you pretty badly”

“Oh please” You sigh in response. “I heard his speech earlier, he's not interested in talking to me” 

Suna narrows his golden eyes towards yours again, brows furrowing. “And you think that I do?” his voice lowers as he leans towards you the tiniest bit. 

“I think you're more worried about him than whatever it is that you want” You raise a hand to curl your fingers and poke him in the chest once with your pointer finger. Before you raise your hand to take the cup he's been holding, raising it to your lips take a small sip before holding it as you watch his expression- his eyes watching your movements before they flick back up to yours as you push the cup back into the shape his fingers still have of the cup that was previously there.

He doesn't respond for a few moments before he says “Maybe I just don't want to deal with the tantrum he throws at me later for it.” his hand comes off the back of the couch as he brings it to his hair and pushes his fingers back through the dark strands of hair before putting back to its spot over the back of the couch. 

You huff a breath for a moment before pushing your lips into a tiny pout for a second, his eyes scanning your face. He sighs, he's known the whole time he’s wanted to talk to you but he's not exactly lying about Astumu throwing a fit about it later, he’d be pissed at him. And he's not exactly giving into himself, trying to push you away lightly with a smug attitude because he’d figure he wouldn't get a chance to talk to you, so he didn't bother to get his hopes up tonight. But, you're here tonight and you sought him out. Pushing Akaashi out of the spot he sat in previously beside him. 

His head turns scanning the crowd of people before he spots Akaashi in the kitchen, standing beside Bokuto, the two of them standing across from Astumu, Hinata and Osamu. He makes eye contact with Akaashi and his eyebrows raise back at Suna. Suna’s eyes flicker to Atsumu and back to Akaashi with a nod of his head. He can see the gears turning in his friend's head, before he gets a smirk in return and a head nod from Akaashi. The way of saying ‘I got you man’. He watches Akaashi sling an arm over Atsumu and turn his attention back towards the kitchen counter motioning back to all the bottles. He makes a mental note that he owes his dark haired friend big time later.

Suna turns his attention back to you, you're watching him, waiting. 

You huff a breath at him, thinking it's time to cut your losses before you embarrass yourself further, reminding yourself why you don't bother to put yourself out there.

“Well I'll take it that you're not interested so I'll probably head out then, guess I'm getting let down tonight” you chuckle lightly, shrinking into yourself a bit as you move to turn yourself away from him. “I'm sorry i bothered you” you say as you raise an arm to the back of your neck and sigh. You place your hands on the armrest of the couch and begin to slowly push your weight off the couch. 

As you turned away, you miss the expression that spreads across Suna’s face. His eyebrows shoot up, gold eyes wide open as he processes your words, he sees the way your face falls as you turn away from him. Shit, he really did push you away too much, all because of worry about Atsumu’s attitude later.

As you finally stand from the couch you don't take another look towards him. In the middle of your first step away from the couch, his body shoots forward. “Fuck” he mutters. His arm stretches out and his fingers dropping the cup he was previously holding falls towards the floor, he's not sure where it lands and he doesn't care. His long fingers snake around your wrist and grips tightly before he even processes the motion.

Your head whips around at the contact on your wrist, startling you. Your expression of shock meets Suna as your eyes trail from your wrist up to the arm that's outstretched.

“Fuck- I, I’m sorry” He pleads. He looks up at you, eyes wide and brows raised. You don’t think you’ve ever seen his face so expressive. You stare at him for a few seconds before you respond, “For what? I got shot down, it's cool” You chuckle lightly and your voice trails off. You give him a half light smile, your tone a little different from what it was before, he's not sure what it is but he doesn't like it.

“I did though” he pauses for a second before continuing on, trying to find the words. “I wanted to talk to you so bad, i have for so long but i didn’t want to get shot down by you, because you never seem interested in anyone so i didn’t want to waste your time because i’m really fucking boring and don’t know how to talk to people” he rambles on, he looks down slightly, he’s not sure what came over him but he feels like he just completely ruined any chance to talk to you further and you’ll probably completely avoid him after tonight.

His grip loosens off your wrist and he lets his arm fall down, he looks back up to you. You're staring back at him, still in shock. You smile at him, “well, what if i like boring?” his eyes widened again. He grabs your wrist again, and pulls you back towards him. You stand in between his legs as he relaxes back into his seat on the couch, he places his hands around the back of your thighs. “So, you're not gonna let me down again this time right?” you laugh while looking down at him. “That would be an astronomical fumble for me, I'd have to be an idiot to let that happen again.”

A hand grasps your shoulder, “well, what do we have here?” Astumu’s voice is cold behind you, you tense at the presence behind you. Your neck cranes to the side to peer up at him. His brown eyes narrowed and staring into yours. His jaw twitches with the strain of him clenching it together tight. You've never seen Atsumu this angry, you've seen his fits on the court but at this tension, you feel like prey under his piercing gaze directed into your widened eyes. Suna could feel the moment your body tensed together, his hands around the back of your thighs. He lightly rubs both of his thumbs along the fabric of the leggings you wore, in a small soothing motion. It's a reminder, he's here, he knows and can feel how nervous you feel. 

“I got your drink for you princess, but you ran away from me” 

Atsumu brings his other hand around and holds a cup in front of you, it's slightly indented with the force he holds it with. “That wasn’t very nice of you, when the host offers you a drink” you feel frozen with the way his words feel so heavy, like they slice through your skin, he holds an overwhelming intimidating presence standing over you.

Suna doesn’t even know what to say, if he even should. He's never seen his friend like this, so much anger locked in his jaw. He definitely doesn't want to provoke him, but he can feel your trembling under his hands, he hasn't moved an inch either. 

Your fingers twitch slightly as you raise a hand to reach the cup, Atsumu moves it slightly when you reach for it. Your eyes dart down from his to the movement of his hand, you can feel the eyes on you as your eyes dart around the room, a few people close to you are staring at the tension they most likely could almost feel over them as well.

Your eyes flick around the faces closest to you, desperately searching for Bokuto or Kuroo or anyone close enough, you can't see them anywhere close to you. It makes you even more nervous, you don't know what to do.

Suna’s voice finally cuts the silence, “Atsumu man, we were just talking. S’nothin man”

Atsumu’s gaze turns to him, voice taunting him “Just talking to the chick i just happened to be talking about earlier?” his head tilts and his grip on your shoulder gets slightly tighter, forcing you to wince, Suna’s eyes drift towards the grip Atsumu has on your shoulder then back to your eyes. “C’mon man, you're hurting her. Just let go of her.” 

“What, so you can swoop in and be the nice guy? Payback for all the times I've bagged chicks you wanted to talk to and slept with them huh?”

Suna’s head retracts for a second in shock before his eyes narrow and his brow pinches together tightly. What the hell? He doesn't think that would have taken him by shock as much as it did, he gets undertones that isn’t just about you but about him too, and he's not sure why.

“Atsumu man, if you have a problem with me man we can talk about it. You don't have to drag her into it, S’nothin to do with her.”

Suna tries hard to lightly defuse his best friend, he doesn't want to be too forward for how it might drag you farther into it, especially with how hard Atsumu is grasping your shoulder. But he doesn't understand why Atsumu is so angry about him talking to you. If he all wanted to just sleep with you then toss you aside like every other girl?

Right?

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed:”)

[shikamarusgirll]

Please write either suna or sakusa smut im desperate🙏🙏🙏

DO IT AGAIN.

paring: Suna Rintarō x Reader

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ warnings: smut, needy!reader, fingering, teasing, praising, squirting, lowercase on purpose. ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

an: Suna’s so BAD, I’d be his whore, seriously.

“rin, please..” your begging was quiet, the shaky tone in your voice while your chest heaved up and down.

this position was so embarrassing to you.. made you feel so exposed with your back against the mattress and your legs being parted by Rintarō. his hands dragged under the hem of your skirt, that you purposefully didn’t wear underwear beneath, thumbs sliding briefly over your inner-thighs, so dangerously close to your aching cunt :(

he’s been messing with you for the past ten minutes.. you were throbbing so much that it almost hurt, your breath hitched when his middle finger found your slit, a shudder coming from you as he dragged his finger pad up and down your wetness, sliding just barley the tip of his finger inside.

“please what? use your words.” He commented back, light green eyes zeroing in on yours, meeting your desperate gaze. it was almost pathetic how bad you needed it, I mean, this was your fault anyway.. of course you knew better than to send him pictures of your clothed cunt with a damp spot right where your entrance lied. texting him that you needed him so bad and that you couldn’t cum on your own.

especially while he was away in Tokyo and couldn’t do anything about it.

but now that he’s back, he wanted to make you work for it, he knew that begging was something that made you feel a little.. embarrassed, but he also knew that if you really didn’t want to do it, you’d have used your safe-word by now.

but of course you didn’t. your hazy expression, cheeks flushed with the perfect amount of pink, laid out so pretty for him.

“I need your fingers.. inside me..” you panted, scooting your hips up to perhaps draw him closer. your eyes traveled down to his grey sweatpants, seeing the outline of his cock, you were desperate for it and he knew that. but you knew better than to ask for it since this was apart of your punishment, his fingers would be enough for now, and if he’s feeling generous, he may fuck you stupid after getting you stretched with his fingers.

“that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Rintarō taunted, fully pushing his finger inside of you, feeling how your walls sucked him inside, just like he expected, causing him to let out a sigh of satisfaction, slowly pushing in his ring finger as his other hand grabbed onto your chin.

“keep your eyes on me, yeah? You’re so pretty baby..” He leaned forward, his soft lips barley grazing over yours before kisses onto your jawline, sucking on the soft skin to leave marks, the glint of his eyes never looking away from yours for even a second, intentionally speeding up his pace.

his fingers felt so full inside of you.. your moans and sobs echoing throughout his ears, your half-lidded eyes tried to stay on his, fluttering shut on occasion, but were quickly snapped back open when his fingers hit that gummy spot inside of you, clenching and pulsating around his digits while you grinded against his hand.

“S-Suna.. feels ‘s good..” the way you moaned out his name caused his cock to twitch from his sweatpants, his thumb circling slow circles onto your sensitive clit, the nub throbbing under his ministrations.

“fuck.. pleasepleaseplease, can I cum? I need it so bad..” your legs trembled, the way he whispered sweet nothings into your ear didn’t help, if anything, it only tightened the knot in your stomach. “go on, make a mess f’me..” he pulled himself away from your jawline, the hand that was on your chin soon caressing your face before sliding his thumb onto the wetness of your tongue.

your tongue grazed over his thumb, accepting it into your mouth, letting out a few more pleads of his name, even though he already granted you permission.. this felt different, more intense, a small stream of clear wetness coming from you, causing him to slowly pull his fingers out in awe, his thumb still circling over your clit to ride you out your orgasm as your cunt twitched, feeling the aftershocks.

you were never the squirter type, nothing ever made you feel good enough to where you had to do it— more specifically, you didn’t think you could do it. after coming to your senses and regaining some reality, you stared at the wet mess that coated his hand and the sheets beneath you.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t know that I could—“

“do it again, on my cock this time, mkay pretty?”

yeah, he’s gonna make you do that every time now.

[moechies]

“wai—wait, no tongue rinnie, i dunno—“

“relax,” suna mumbles against your lips, pressing a soft kiss against your bottom lip. “i’ll teach you, don’t worry.” you whine, embarrassed that he may find your inexperience to be a turn off. “just follow through with m’tongue okay?”

“mhmn..” you mumble, gasping when he presses his swollen lips onto yours once again. he presses himself further into your body, your legs enveloping around his waist and tugging him in. you shiver, mouth gaping wider on instinct when you feel his silky tongue slip in between your lips, running itself over yours.

it’s so fucking wet, and so hot, you can taste his sweet spit on your tongue. it makes you ache everywhere, body sparked with excitement yet nervousness. “c’mon, try.” he groans against you, letting your tongue nervously glide against his on command. he lets out a guttural groan, grinding unconsciously into your thigh, mumbling a half coherent apology before he slips his tongue back into your mouth.

he runs the hot muscle over yours, curling over and around it with messy spit beginning to coat your lips. he doesn’t slow despite your tongue faltering and clearly weakening with every stroke of his tongue against yours. “y’r so weak baby.” he chuckles, pulling away slightly.

both of your breaths are labored, your softened eyes meet his , filled with so much love that they sparkle under the dim light. his pupils seem to dialate over and over, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.

you can still feel the heat of his breath against your lips, one of his hands with a tight hold against your waist, and one sprawled across your shoulder — holding you still. it’s all so intimate, and all so new.

“can we d—do it again? wanna try again..” you quip, cheeks flushing at the dumb, dumb question.

as if he would say no.

[emmyrosee]

“Get ready with me to breakup with my fiancé-“

“BUUUUUULLSHIT YOU ARE!”

Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaro’s booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.

“THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WE’RE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!” Socked feet barrel down the hall and you’re quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. “You got something you want to tell me?”

You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, “no. I don’t think so. I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Oh!” He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “So you’re just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?”

“Only in my fantasies,” you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, “but if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. “Listen to me.”

“Rinnie!”

“No. Shush. Listen to me.” He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. “I have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. We’ve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when I’m showering, you text me and ask me if I’ve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when I’m sleeping.”

“Your point?”

His nostrils flare, “you so much as THINK this relationship is ending, I’m going to tattle on you.”

“Oh, please-“

“To Komori.”

This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, “no, okay, you’re right, you’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, “but in all seriousness-“

“Oh, I’m serious, too.”

You snicker, “in my seriousness, I’m never going to leave you.” You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. “who else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why we’re returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?”

“Thankfully, I’m the only one who will.” He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. “We’re locked in?”

“Yeah baby,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “We’re locked in.”

[makkir0ll]

between you and your husband, you were the one more…vocal about your love for him. leaving him sweet notes with doodles of the two of you in his lunch, ending all heartfelt messages with x’s, planting a big kiss on his cheek that he pretended to cringe at but in reality he looked forward to it everytime he left the house.

people would always come up to you, telling you that he doesn’t reciprocate his love with words and such and asking you how you dealt with it. truth be told it took a while for you to get used to but soon enough you began to see the signs.

it was the way that every time he got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom he would tuck your feet back into bed. the way he spent a solid twenty minutes cleaning your phone screen, and with furrowed brows as he placed your new screen protector on, making sure there were no bubbles. it was when you opened his wallet that you saw all the notes you wrote him saved in one pocket of his shitty leather wallet that was begging to be put to rest. it's the way when you come home after a long night out with your friends he takes his time undressing you, removing and placing your jewelry carefully on your bedside table and making sure to gently take off your makeup and of course do your skincare routine that he has memeorized. when he goes out and he spots a little something with your favorite character on it he buys it immediately, not bothering to look at the price tag because the way your eyes would light up when he brought home the little gift was worth more than a billion dollars to him.

it was when on your third month anniversary when the two of you were still dating, while the two of you sat down on the booth next to each other at a restaurant he held your hand and squeezed it three times. signifying the words, i love you. he knew he loved you from the start but was scared it was too soon to say it and this was his silent way of telling you so. and you picked up on it quickly when he started to do it more often.

and on your wedding day, as the two of you stand in front of all your loved ones and the officiator he says the most beautiful vows ever, telling you that "if death do us part then i hope to find you in every lifetime" and once he ended with that sentence, he squeezed your hand three times. i. love. you.

you always knew your husband loved you because his actions spoke a thousand words to you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

sigh. TSUKISHIMA FREAKING KEI!!!!!!!!, akaashi keiji (he writes notes back to you), KITA. SHINSUKE., iwaizumi hajime (30) athletic trainer, suna rintarou, USHIJIMA, kageyama tobio (squeezed your hand a lot when you started dating), MIYA OSAMU, sakusa kiyoomi, OH OH OH AONE!!,

[ohgodthevoices]

suna rintarou as your bsf that lowk wants you BAD

tags/warning : segsual jokes , mention of drinking , lowk fanon suna but like i’m obsessed, he said perchance

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part 1/part 2

Premise : you’ve been best friends with suna since high school and you both knew that the other doesn’t like commitment. you still want each other tho.

[sunarc]

Based on this nsfw audio

Boys who absolutely lose themselves when they sink their cock into your pussy. They go from being this beefy big scary man to a whimpering moaning mess. He has his face shoved into the crook of your neck while his hands grip your legs spreading them apart so he can shove himself deeper inside of you. His whimpers are so loud and anyone outside of you would never think that he would lose himself whimpering begging you to let him cum inside of you. 

“Oh fuck please baby let me make you mine baby please” he pants breathlessly into your ear. 

His moans sound so pretty paired with his wild thrust. He can barely think straight. The only thought that plagues his mind is how good your pussy feels sucking his cock in. He sounds like a broken record whining for you begging for your pussy. 

“Feels so good baby I- I cant stop” he stutters out barely able to form a dull sentence. 

He’s so pussy drunk off of you. His fingers dig into your skin as he plunges his cock into, fucking you as if he were feral. 

“Mine, Mine Mine” he chants like a choir. 

Your moans mix in with his creating a tune he never wants to forget. Moments like this he can’t help but fuck himself into overstimulation. He just loves the feeling of your warmth sucking him in, creating loud wet noises to match his reckless thrust. His voice is shaky as he whimpers about how good your pussy feels. His hands push your thighs up folding you into a mating press so that he can see how perfect your pussy looks sucking him in. He’s so mesmerized by the sight. The way your pussy creams around his cock creating a mess he promises to clean up with his tongue. 

“My pretty baby” his eyes are wide and filled with lust. 

He’s long gone consumed by the pleasure. His hips slam against yours as he promises himself to you whispering and begging you to let him be yours. To anyone else he’s a scary man looks like he could kill you with his stare alone but to you he’s a sweet baby who just needs to have his cock shoveled deep inside of you to feel good. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum baby please can I cum in your pretty pussy please let me cum” his eyes are squeezed shut while he fucks his cock so deep into you, you can barely think straight yourself. You nod your head too weak to speak. He throws his head back whimpering a sighing thanking you for being his good baby. When he cums he gets louder. He grunts and whimpering trembling as his cock dips in and out of you while his cum drips down the side. He slips his cock out of you gasping at the sudden release from your hole. He kneels down licking a long strip of the cum that drools down between your folds. 

“Let me help clean you up baby, promise I’ll do a good job”

Gojo, Megumi, Yuta, Atsumu, Suna, Iwaizumi, Sugawara, Oikawa, Connie, Armin, Jean

[tonycries]

Little Heaven

Synopsis. He’s just your friend-with-benefits, right? So why - in the still haze of the soft sheets and you, fúcking you so sensual and tenderly - does he feel like he’s found his own personal heaven?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, kinda fluffy, he’s both pússydrunk and in love, slow to rough, marking, mentions of marriage and kids, morning, swearing.

Word count. 1.3k

A/N. Probably the fluffiest smút I’ve ever written.

You were just his friend-with-benefits, right? No strings attached, right? 

So why was he here? Sinking into your plush mattress, quiet morning sun just barely peeking in through the curtains as he wraps his arms around your naked figure. 

God, he really shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be laying you on your side, drinking in your soft little, “G’mornin’.” Both of your movements languid and still burning with soreness. Your hips pushing back desperately into his as he positions himself so that his leaking tip was just kissing your swollen folds. 

He shouldn’t be whispering soft kisses into the marks that littered your skin. Licking one, long stripe up the sinful trail of hickies down your neck. All sensual touches where it was bruising grips last night. 

That was rule #1, right? No marks. 

Or was it #4… 

Ah, right now he couldn’t give less of a fuck. Not when his greedy eyes wander the expanse of your face, fingers trailing along the features he’s mapped a thousand times over. Tracing delicate patterns across your skin, snaking down, down, down to leisurely lift your leg a little higher. 

Bare chest warm against your back, his voice is low and gravelly in your ear as he whispers, “I had a dream y’know.” 

Mind still thinly veiled with sleep, you lean into his warm touch, “Mhm?” 

Your breath hitches at the way he drags his swollen head teasingly across your slit, pooling your slick on his achingly hard tip. Smearing your juices with his thumb as he pumps himself lazily. It’s so torturously good. You almost miss the way he buries his face into the crook of your neck, murmuring a soft “Had a dream of us.”

Oh? 

Before you can overthink his words, he’s nudging in gently. So agonizingly gentle. And you can do nothing more than let out barely-audible whispers of his name as he bullies his throbbing cock into your snug cunt. 

You feel so full. So drunk off of the delicious burn of your pussy and him. 

And it seems he was drunk on you just as much, because as soon as his hips are flush against yours, the words escape him. So quiet and groggy with sleep, that you almost don’t catch them.

“Had a dream that I made you my beautiful bride.”

Oh. 

That was new. His words hung heavy in the heady air. 

Shivers run down your spine - all the way to where he was buried in your dripping cunt. Your voice is slightly shaky as you let out a humorless laugh, “Oh yeah? Must’ve been a nightmare then.”

Soft lips press against your forehead, breathing in your scent. Absolutely searing as he mutters out a muffled, “No, was the best dream I ever had.”

And then, with the audacity of someone who didn’t just send your mind reeling, he pulls his hips back unhurriedly. Immediately fucking into you at a slow, sensual pace. Tip kissing your cervix as he rolls his hips languidly into yours, making sure you feel every bump and graze against your tight walls.

You don’t know what’s more maddening - his agonizing pace or the words that tumble out of his lips. “Y’looked so beautiful in white. So pretty walking down the aisle to me.” 

His lips brush against yours, hands dancing across every inch of you he could reach. Gently caressing the skin like it’s something divine, soothing over the marks from last night as if an apology. “Don’ think I’d want to see anyone else there.”

You glance back at him - only to find his eyes already on you. A jolt of electricity runs across your skin at the pure warmth in them. And you realize that, no, this wasn’t a joke. 

Not trusting yourself to speak, you simply grind your hips down to meet his, abs rubbing against your ass. Letting out a broken whimper of what sounds like his name as he moves down a hand to press rough, little circles over and over your throbbing clit. 

“Saw a little something else too.” he hums, a sly smile curling his lips as his other hand dances across your body to press down on your stomach. Hard. “Saw that I had some competition - two actually. Funny, right?”

“Hah- h-hilarious.” you manage to choke out as his thumb speeds up on your clit, hips moving a bit more purposefully. A bit more like you were used to. Rock-hard cock plunging into your quivering cunt in deliberate, sloppy thrusts that have you white-knuckling the sheets. 

“Though…” he trails off dangerously, pulling back all the way until his furiously hard tip was just kissing your waiting hole. “I wouldn’t really mind.”

And with that he’s sheathing his throbbing erection in your wet pussy completely. A gasp of delight leaves him at the way you take him so readily. Walls sucking him up so sinfully - perfect. You were always so perfect for him. 

“Dreamt we had a lil’ house with a big garden.” God, he can feel his cock harden so painfully at the fucked-out little ah! ah! ah! leaving your pretty lips each time his hip smack into yours. It’s music to his ears, such a shame he just can’t shut the fuck up right now. “And then you dressed the kids up while I made breakfast.”

“Then you made us do taxes and I didn’t even fucking mind.” His voice is strained now, words slurring together as he rams his cock deeper and deeper, glistening with your slick in the soft morning glow. 

“And finally at night, I say we should make a third one.” 

He looks at you, a sly grin stretching his lips, eyes half-lidded and a dangerous twinkle in them that has you wondering whether everything he said before was merely a ruse to fuck you silly. And it probably shows on your face - because he grins lowly in your ear, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we have till our wedding night f’me to fuck you slow.”

And oh he almost feels guilty. But he can’t bring himself to slow down at the way your swollen lips drop into such a pretty oh! at his words. Mewling at the sting of his heavy balls as they smack your ass. Walls clamping down desperately on his dick, milking him for every drop of pleasure. Each thrust into your warm core has his eyes rolling to the back of his head, brows furrowing in ecstasy as he focuses on making you lose your mind. 

He shifts his angle slightly, grinding expertly against your g-spot just right, and you throw your head back, releasing a low moan of his name.

“Shit. Yeah, say m’name, sweetheart. Jus’ like that.” he moans breathlessly. 

His name - soon to be yours.

Maybe.

You turn your head to face him, eyes fiery as you capture his in an equally scorching kiss. Cock slamming into your poor, abused cunt with an intensity that matches that of your lips.

Probably. 

Biting down on his lower lips, soft yet insistent. Humming deliriously against his mouth - and in the heat of it all, he feels you smile against his lips. Ever-so-slightly. 

Definitely. 

And then you’re cumming. White-hot pleasure behind your eyes, walls clamping down so deliciously around his twitching cock. It sends him over the edge as well - whispering your name as if a prayer, voice hoarse with emotions neither of you could name at this very moment. 

Hot ropes of his thick cum paint your trembling cunt white, milking the soul out of him as you both ride out your climaxes together. A creamy ring forming around his base as some truly animalistic part of himself fucks his seed into you - a promise, he likes to think.

“I’m serious about the dream.”

Almost as gentle as that one. 

As the haze settles, his thrusts slowing down to just shallow grinds, a fragile silence envelopes the room as neither of you speak. Because maybe no other words were needed. 

And right now, morning sunlight harsh on his skin, strong arms pulling you warm body flush against his, no one but you two in this quiet world - he doesn’t think he’d like to be anywhere else.

All is well in your little heaven.

- GOJO, GETO, Choso, SUNA, ATSUMU, Tsukishima, Kuroo, EREN

A/N. Bro it took longer to think of what to write than to write this. 

Plagiarism not authorized.

[tiza0925]

Hello! I'm new to this but have you ever thought about any of your favorite characters while they're in the act and you look down at a certain part and they're so big on you that it scares you but they're pretty sure it could fit.I don't know if you could write something like that, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.

hellooo, absolutely love this prompt so much ty for this ♡

men that make it fit | 18+

warnings/tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, size difference, fingering, pet names, praise kink, squirting, raw sex, implied multiple orgasms, large cocks ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Big men who just cover your entire body with theirs when they’re on top of you. 

Guys who make you feel so small when you’re on their lap, their hands are so damn big that they can cover your entire waist, legs, and hands—practically engulfing you. 

Big men that just pin you to the mattress while making out with you, they’re so strong without needing to try, and you probably should feel scared by the difference in strengths but god—you feel so secure. 

And you know he’ll take care of you even if he can hurt you sometimes—never on purpose unless you want it—because of how massive he is. 

Guys who feel just a little bad when they hear you cry from them pushing their thick fingers inside you—stretching your poor cunt and making you leak all over his hand as he curls his fingers inside your plush walls, coaxing out a throbbing orgasm from you. 

“Such a sweet little thing for me,” You hear him murmur, watching as your face twists with pleasure, and he can see the slight worry in your eyes as he fucks you with his fingers. “My baby is taking me so well already.” 

But can you take his cock? 

Fuck—what if it’s too big? 

It must be—his fingers are already too much for you—his dick will be nearly impossible to fit inside you. 

“You think you can be good and take my cock?” You whine, feeling heady and muddy as he pins both of your hands above your head on the bed, while his other hand continues to twist and curl inside you, his thumb pressing and rubbing your swollen clit. “I want to feel my favourite pussy, sweetheart.” 

But you suck in a shaky breath, eyes wide and scared because you know you can’t fit all of him in, and he chuckles breathlessly as he kisses your lips so softly, making you melt against him. 

“Don’t be scared,” He kisses your cheek, then gives your trembling lower lip a gentle pull with his mouth, trying to get you relaxed as he strums his fingers through your sopping folds, his voice low and deceptively soothing. “I’ll be gentle with you, okay?” 

He always is—and that’s the thing. 

No matter how gentle he tries to be—he still ends up stretching you so wide that you think you might actually split in half, the sting of him inside you being too much that you cry sometimes.

He kisses you, and reassures you, hand running up and down your body to spread goosebumps all over your skin. 

Then he’s pushing his pants off to let his fat cock bounce free—it lands on your belly, all hot and heavy, and your breath hitches as electricity sparks through your body—and your heart rate doubles with every passing moment, just waiting for him to stuff you with his cock. 

“Relax for me,” He says while guiding his dick to slide between your plush pussy, letting your slick folds hug his length and coat them in juices as he rocks his hips—his cock head bumping against your clit every time his hips are flushed against yours. 

“You feel that, baby?” Your lashes flutter, your eyes half-lidded as he works you up, making your cunt pulse as he glides his heavy cock over it. “You’re gonna be so good and fit all of me, okay?” 

You gulp, but you still nod—because you want to be good for him. 

You want to feel him and make him feel good. 

And he watches you, focused, taking in every twitch of your features as he slowly pushes the head of his dick inside you—his eyes alight with heat when he sees the way your mouth pops open with a gasp, already feeling the intense stretch of him. 

“You’re okay, baby,” he shushes you, sliding his hands under your thighs to guide them around his waist, and you whine as you hook your arms around his neck, bringing him closer, sloppily kissing him as he waits for you to adjust. “You feel so tight already—fuck—”

He groans, his voice vibrating against you, and you begin to breathe heavily as he pushes his fat cock into you—making you feel every agonizing inch as your pussy struggles to swallow him whole. 

“I—“ Your sentence gets cut short as you choke, already feeling him in your lungs and he’s only halfway in, “I can’t—”

“You can,” One of his hands comes up to swipe a fallen tear on your cheek with his thumb, while his other hand pins you to the bed by the waist. “I know you can, baby, you always did before.”

Which is true—you always did but—

It’s just so fucking big—holy shit—

You bite your lip, and your eyes squeeze shut as you try your hardest to relax—your fluids being pushed out as he lodges his dick inside your warm, plush walls, causing a wet mess all over your thighs and bed. 

You hold him as if you’re clinging onto dear life—taking all of him as he kisses you through it—until his hips finally press against your ass, his cock so deep that your limbs grow numb and you swear you can orgasm already. 

“There you go, sweetheart,” He purrs, waiting a moment as your pussy throbs around him, feeling abused and soaked, and he smiles down at you so achingly soft. “Taking me all like a good girl for me.” 

Then he pulls back—

“Oh god—” And you keen when he rocks his hips forward, sliding his cock along your walls, and he sets a pace of fucking you—getting you wet and your eyes to roll back as he becomes greedy with your pussy. 

“Look, baby,” He grunts, thrusting his cock in and out, his length coming out slick and creamy from your arousal, and he grips your face—fingers squishing your cheeks—to make you look down. “Look how well you’re taking me.” 

Your vision is foggy, you’re barely able to comprehend anything except for the dick inside your sore cunt, and you blink blearily as you try to look at what he wants you to see and—

Fuck.

You watch the way his cock disappears into your pussy, his girth forcing its way into you—and you let out a shaky breath at the way you’re taking it all in. 

Just like he said you would. 

“Told you I’ll make it fit, sweetheart, I always do,” You hear him murmur, and you force yourself to relax into a ragged breath as your limps melt into the mattress beneath you.

You feel like you’re being split in half as he fucks you over and over, bringing you higher and higher until you’re cumming all over him—gushing out liquid as you squirt on his cock with a wet moan, his name on your tongue—

And he takes good care of you throughout it all. His aftercare overwhelms you with cuddles of love and affirmation.

He loves you too much, anyway.

End.

Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, Atsumu, Suna, Gojo, Choso, Sakusa, Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Akaza, Oda, Kuroo, Hinata, plus any of your fav characters ♡

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[fatherbrat]

ONE LAST TIME, R. SUNA

sum. two months into your relationship with your current boyfriend, your ex-fwb finally sends you a voicenote to let you know exactly how he feels about it.

feat. rintaro suna

cw. ex-fwb!suna, cheating, mutual masturbation (kinda lol), jealousy, dirty talk, anal mention, pillow humping, possessiveness, degradation

wc. 1.2k

When you posted your first official pictures of you and your new boyfriend, you had expected Suna to react…negatively. You basically braced for impact the moment you hit post, but all you got from him was an Instagram notification and two texts.

sunarin liked your post.

rin ;)

lmk if you want me to delete our pics.  and hmu when you two break up :p

You never bothered replying, initially not sure how to reply, and then forgetting about the texts entirely. The two of you barely have any contact for a few weeks after that, but he's obviously keeping up with your socials; liking every post and viewing every story. It doesn't bother you, but it's weird going cold turkey on your relationship like that. You had expected him to reach out for some sort of closure. You wanted him to. 

Halloween swings by in no time, and (much to you boyfriend’s dismay) you dress up as a sexy nurse. You don’t remember much of the night, but you do know that you posted a picture of you and your friends all dressed up on your story before getting blackout drunk. 

Your phone dies early on in the night. Your friends take good care of you up until it’s time to bring you back home, and you don’t wake up until the afternoon. You don’t check your phone until a couple hours after that—long after it's been turned on and charged to 100%. 

When you finally check it, two particular notifications catch your attention. 

sunarin liked your story. 

rin ;)

Voice Message

The voice message is 12 minutes long. 

You exit your texts immediately, opting to distract yourself by tending to your other notifications. It doesn’t help much. Your mind races, wondering what he was talking about for so long and if it was really so important that he reached out after almost four months of near-silence. 

You toss your phone onto your bed, shaking your head. You try to ignore it, cleaning the bathroom and folding the laundry and vacuuming the living room all in an effort to forget about the lengthy recording sitting in your phone. 

But it doesn’t take long for the curiosity gnawing at you to win. 

You practically run back to your bedroom, grabbing your phone and sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed. Your fingers move quickly across the screen, hitting play without hesitation. 

The first 8 seconds are nearly silent, and you start to wonder if it’s possible that he sent such a long message by mistake.

But then you hear a heavy sigh.

“I like your costume.” His tone is hushed, like he’s telling you a secret. “You look hot.”

There’s another moment of silence, like he’s giving you a chance to change your mind and stop listening. 

But then Suna moans and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. 

“You never answered my text, y’know. When I asked if you wanted me to delete our pictures. So, uh, I kept ‘em.”

Oh. 

Oh fuck.

“I’m looking at one right now. It’s from last Halloween. When you-“ His breath hitches. “When you went as a Playboy Bunny.”

You remember. Suna dressed as Hugh Hefner and the two of you went to a party together. Then he took you back to his apartment and fucked you while you were still wearing the bunny ears and bowtie. 

You’re pretty positive you’re not wearing the bodysuit in the picture he’s looking at. 

“I don’t know how much of this night you actually remember, but I can describe the picture for you.”

You tense, anticipation sending goosebumps up your arms. 

“You’re kneeling on the ground, looking up at the camera, and you’ve still got those bunny ears on your head.”

This voice message is going in the last direction you thought it would.  Is he—?

“You’ve got cum all over your face, baby.” He laughs to himself before continuing. “And you’re sticking your tongue out like a fucking whore.”

Suna takes a ragged breath, a sound you're all too familiar with. It confirms your suspicions—he’s definitely jerking off. 

“That was a good night. We had a lot of good nights.” He sounds miffed all of a sudden. “I seriously doubt the boyfriend is fucking you as good as I did.”

You suppress a shiver. A pang of guilt heats your chest at the mention of your boyfriend. You should stop listening. Delete the message. Tell him to delete the pictures and then probably block him. 

Or you could let the message keep playing. 

Suna inhales sharply, followed by a shaky moan. You swear you can hear the sound of his fist stroking his dick. 

“I hope you’re not letting him put it in your ass like you let me. That’s our thing, okay?”

Under different circumstances you would have laughed. 

“Fuck,” he hisses. “And I hope you’re not letting him spit in your fucking mouth. Or–shit–doing that thing where you’d suck me off with your head hanging upside down off the bed.” He falters at the end of the sentence, groaning into the phone.

“I’m not gonna–” he interrupts himself, sighing deeply. “I’m not gonna pretend I’ve been happy for you. I miss you.”

You feel hot all over, a heady combination of annoyance and arousal and embarrassment. There’s a dull throbbing between your legs and in the back of your mind you wonder if this is what Suna wanted when he sent the message. 

“Just–just let me fuck you one more time. Okay princess? I’ll make it sooo good for you,” he whines. You can hear his hand picking up speed.

“It’s still early. Two months is nothing, it won’t even count as cheating.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “God, just one last time. Please?”

Without thinking, you grab a pillow and position yourself over it in a straddle. You won’t let him fuck you, but that doesn’t mean he can’t make you come one last time.

“I promise I’ll do that thing you like with my tongue. And you can pick all the positions if you want to.” There’s a tremble in his voice. “Or just lay there. I’ll do all the work.”

You grind into the pillow beneath you, picturing the expression you know he’d be wearing if he were in front of you–batting those dark eyelashes with raised eyebrows, just barely able to control the smug curve of his lips.

Heat pools in your gut and a whimper falls from your lips. Suna keeps talking.

“I know you miss me. You have to. You’re probably touching yourself to this right now.” 

You gasp softly and rock your hips faster.

“Such a fucking slut.” You hear the telltale quiver in his voice that tells you he’s getting close. “My fucking slut.”

You moan, his words giving you flashbacks.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, I’m coming,” he rasps, before letting off a series of moans and whimpers that almost make you concede. You grind harder into the pillow beneath you, imagining Suna in his room, chest heaving, talking into the phone and making himself come to pictures of you. 

That does it. A tsunami of pleasure washes over you, forcing your body to tense before you go limp, collapsing onto your bed with a shudder.

You and Suna breathe in tandem, both of you catching your breath. 

You hear another laugh through the phone. “Damn, that was a lot.” There’s the sound of sheets rustling. “Kinda made a mess, princess.”

He’s silent for another few beats before clearing his throat. “Text me, okay?” he says quietly. “Please.”

The voice message ends.

part two

[kitasuno]

to be loved is to be known | suna rintarou x reader

you're in love with suna. you think suna's in love with someone else. he's not.

slight angst, happy endings, and miscommunications atsumu is sexy reader is gn wc: 1481

It is dusk and warm and just barely humid when you realize you don’t know Suna Rintarou at all. 

You know that Suna likes chuupets and volleyball and his dingy digital camera with the cracked screen. His left eye twitches slightly when he lies, he always ties his right shoe before his left, and he keeps forgetting to buy pencil lead despite preferring mechanical pencils over traditional. He likes the rain. Can’t bite into ice cream. Wool scarves over fleece, seven followers on his private Twitter, and is always late because he likes feeding the stray cats in the alley next to the Family Mart with the good sausages. 

What you didn’t know is that Suna Rintarou is in love. You find out from Kita Shinsuke, who tells Aran after practice, a conversation not meant for your ears but gracing them nonetheless as you stand before the entrance to the gymnasium. You feel a dryness in your throat and a sting in your eyes as Kita shares that Suna is not only in love but had confessed to someone. Maybe it’s your divine punishment for eavesdropping. Maybe it’s rotten luck. Because, coincidentally, and horribly so, you’ve been in love with Suna Rintarou ever since you met him. 

So when Suna walks up from behind you, back from the vending machine, and asks you why you’re lingering outside and staring at Kita with that look on your face, you lie. 

“I have a crush on Shinsuke.” You blurt out. 

He blinks. Once. Twice. And stares. 

The longer Suna stares at you under the grey, purplish-pinkish sky with his hands shoved into his pockets and his left eye twitching, you realize you don’t know him at all. Because Suna, in all his indifference and nonchalance, looks hurt. You see something flit beneath his eyes, but you’ve never been good at reading people. So you settle on the idea that it’s something less than betrayal but more than indifference, and you don’t know why your heart’s beating so fast and sinking, pitter pattering and twisting in your stomach. 

You feel sick. 

“You like Kita-san,” He says, and it comes out as a statement, not a question. He blinks a third time, and as the look in his eyes disappears as quickly as it came, you decide you much prefer the hurt or the discomfort or the something over the blank apathy that he’s looking you over with now. “You have a crush on Kita… Shinsuke.” He finishes, and you can’t hear the bitterness in his voice over the shrill of your heart. 

You’ve always liked Suna’s eyes but tonight you like the pavement more, and as you stare a hole into the concrete beneath you, you ignore how your feet are fidgeting and your palms are sweaty and how Rintarou is hovering over you. 

“Mhm,” You squeak, tearing your eyes from the asphalt with the cracks and an ugly pill-bug on the ground. As you look up to grey eyes and dark hair, you wish that loving Suna Rintarou was harder. 

“I’m, uh, I’m going to tell Shinsuke tomorrow.” You say, Shinsuke’s name foreign on your tongue compared to the warmth and honey that Rintarou’s tastes like. I’m in love with you and this is a bad idea, you think. I like you, not Kita, is what you don’t say. Instead, and arguably worse, is the mention of Miya Atsumu’s name. “Atsumu gave me the confidence to confess!” 

Suna pauses. 

“Atsumu told you to?” He asks, and it’s the most bewildered you’ve heard him in a while.

A glance at his phone. Hands that emerge from his pockets. If you weren’t so preoccupied with the concrete you would have seen the twitch of his fingers and the tightening of his jaw as he opens Line. You nod dimly. 

“Okay,” is what he says, and you feel your heart in your stomach again. You look up. “Okay.” He repeats again. 

And maybe it’s the hurt that stings in your chest from Rintarou being so okay with you (hypothetically) being in love with Kita Shinsuke that pushes your eyes to water and your mouth to open. 

“Is that it?” You ask. 

A beat of silence. And then, a scoff. 

“Yeah. Congratulations,” Suna says. “Good luck.” 

As dusk turns to nightfall and what was a barely-humid night in July is now overwhelmingly warm and sickly and hot, Rintarou’s gaze is overbearing. And when your eyes start to swim and Suna’s gaze turns to confusion and then realization, you do the only thing you know how to do. You bolt. 

An incessant string of dings. Your lip wobbles under your teeth as you pull out your phone from under your covers. 

from: miya osamu (21:03)  where the fuck did ya go  and whys suna blwoin up my phone

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:03)  WHYYSS SUNARIN BLOWING UOA PP MY PHONE ??!?@@>>!?>??!??! WHYS HE SAYIN U LIKE KITA-SAN

from: you (21:05) its so over i ran home

from: you (21:05)  i told him i like shinsuke and that i am confessing to kita  tomorrow

amazing perfect miya atsexy and miya osamu are typing…

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:06)  WHAT

from: miya osamu (21:06) r u fuckin stupid why would ya do that

from: you (21:07) i heard shinsuke tell aran that suna confessed to someone today and then rin came back so i told him i like kita bcuz i panicked and also he cant know i like him right as he’s ginna get BAGGED wait but idk if he got rejected or not WHO AM I KIDDING suna would NOT get rejected LOLOL but anyways i think he knows i like him bcuz i started cryig and then he had this look on his face like he knew i was bullshittin him now venmo me money before i kil msyelf 

from: miya osamu (21:12) yeah he was gonna confess to YOU today

from: you (21:12) ?

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:12) HOLY MISCOMMUNICATION

from: you (21:18) Wht??

from: miya osamu (21:19) suna was supposed to confess to u today 

from: you (21:21) but shinsuke said rin already confessed

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:22) why wiud u ever think about takin gossip from KITA SHINSUKE AN WHYD YA BRING ME UP IM GNNA BE STONED AT DAWN

from: miya osamu (21:22) HOORAY !

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:22) SHUDDUP  

You bolt, again, but this time it’s out of your bed, down a flight of stairs, and through your front door. You’re halfway down the street near the Family Mart with the Good Sausages™ when you barrell into someone who smells faintly of blackberries and Suna’s laundry detergent. 

“Excuse me,” You blurt, scrambling away, until you feel a grip on your waist and a familiar shape behind you with a familiar smell and a familiar voice, and Ohmygod, you’re out of breath and close to frantic but Suna Rintarou is holding you steady by your waist, warm and tall and here. 

“Rintar-”

“I like you.”

You feel it more than you hear it- Suna is muffled and quiet as he mumbles into the back of your shoulder, tall frame folded into you. 

“Idiot.” He adds, and you don’t have to turn to know the tips of his ears are pink and his eyebrows are furrowed. “You’re an idiot.” 

It’s twilight, and just-barely humid when you realize that Suna Rintarou knows you. 

Suna knows that you ramble when you’re nervous. He knows that you like the rain and you don’t like humidity. You carry extra lead in your pencil pouch and you like volleyball and stray cats. You can bite into your ice cream. You color coordinate your bookshelves. You don’t have a crush on Kita Shinsuke. 

You don’t know that Suna keeps his digital camera with the shitty cracks because you bought it for him from a shop in Akihabara. You don’t know that Suna leaves his packs of pencil lead at home because leaning over your desk in class and seeing that smile on your face is far more fun. You don’t know that he writes with extra pressure on his worksheets to crack his lead and ask for more. 

You didn’t know that Suna Rintarou is in love with you. 

So he grins into your shoulder and tells you.  

amazing perfect miya atsexy (22:14) 1 Attachment GROSS!!!!!! do NOT start making out at practice or i will RESIGN !!!

sunarin (22:14) @ y/n lets start making out at practice

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