#suna x reader scenarios

[rint4rous]

on the house! - on the house [end]

suna rintaro x reader smau — masterlist

a/n: its been so long but i am so happy to finish this smau. thank you for reading and giving sm love to oth!!! 🤍 and as usual ignore time stamps.

thirty - thirty-one - thirty-two [bonus]

<3: @offtosimpjail @ellouisa17 @livixxn

[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!!,

[rinsoap]

bf! suna rintaro who has a polaroid of you and him in his phone case. he takes a lot of pictures of the two of you, there is always proof of your relationship, but this one was by far his favourite.

you're on the couch, facing him and sitting pretty on his lap. one of your arms drapes lazily on his shoulders while your other hand carresses his cheek. there are cliché red solo cups scattered on the floor, the smell of cheap vodka and poorly rolled blunts only making you want to hold your boyfriend closer. bass thumping in your chest, you tilt your head to whisper in his ear over the music but suna interrupts your soft "love you" with a nod to someone else. you turn your upper body, lips parted and face flush, only to be met with a blinding flash. "y'all make me SICK," atsumu gags, moving the camera down to reveal his face and rolling his eyes while he waits for the photo to print. "BYE atsumu. thanks." your boyfriend shoos, jutting out his hand to receive the little polaroid that then atsumu presses into his hand annoyed. "ungrateful ass" he mumbles with a disappointed shake of his head, and you giggle as he gets distracted by another photo opportunity. you snatch the picture out of suna's hand and he tsks but a blush spreads quickly across his cheeks. the photo must have been good. your head was turned, staring down the barrel of the camera, lips swollen and lipgloss melted and smeared. one of your eyes was red, not unlike the lipstick stains you kissed into suna's jaw that one of your hands held. his were around your hips, but the photo couldn't capture how he was rubbing his thumb up and down your skin. your boyfriend was staring at you with red cheeks and his usual smirk was replaced with a genuine smile that said it all. you have this boy in loveeee ugh 😭

ᵎᵎᵎ ִֶ ࣪ ⊹ ֶָ ، 𓂅 the song that was playing at the party : nikes by frank ocean

[leahrintarou]

Hey. Nice to see you again. Hope you’ve had a good break. I have a request for Haikyuu texts: Calling them husband to see their reaction.

★彡 haikyuu guys reaction to being called "husband"

CHARACTERS: toru oikawa, iwaizumi hajime, akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei, kozume kenma, kuroo tetsuro, suna rintarou, satori tendou, and bokuto kotaro WARNINGS: fem reader, she/her, swearing, sfw, fluff AN: HII thank u sm for requesting! i hope you enjoy :)

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[alpali]

yum !

haikyuu boys reaction to you biting them (lovingly), a little spicy in rin’s

tobio

he is the most confused man on earth

but he likes it too????

who’s gonna match his freak

He’s just in the kitchen getting some food out of the fridge

And there you go, skipping towards him

“Hi Tobi.” You quip, your hands smoothing out on his stomach.

Even though you two have been together for so long

He’s such a nervous baby when it comes to any kind of attention from you

“Hi.” He says with a small smile.

You smile evilly, your mouth inching closer to his neck.

He’s unaware of all of this mind you.

Until it’s to late and now your teeth are kinda sinking into his skin

He lets out a noise of surprise and his whole body shudders, maybe even shuts down too

You giggle at his reaction and he whips around to you

“W-What was that.” He says with brows pulled together and a bright red face

“I bit you.”

“Why?”

“I dunno.”

“I liked it.”

“What?”

“Hm?”

He does it more than you now.

koshi

He loves it so much don’t get me started

He LIVES for your bites

He always has such a pleasing smile on his face the moment you do it

And he ALWAYS kisses you after

In your defense he was just to fucking cute for you to not bite him

You were both cuddling and Koshi was just being his sappy sweet teasing self

He was attacking you with kisses and compliments

“My pretty baby.”

smooch.

“Love you so much.”

smooch.

You were laughing and well, couldn’t take it anymore

Your hands cup his cheeks and you swiftly move your head

Biting down on the space between his neck and shoulder

He laughs out loud, looking at you with amusement

“You bit me!” He’s cracking up

“I had to.”

“Really now?”

“Mhm.”

He kisses you, nibbling on your lip

“Koshi!” You exclaim.

“What! This is our thing now.”

And he fully means it

wakatoshi

plz he has no idea how to feel about it😭

he likes it????

But like he genuinely thinks there’s a reason as to why you’re biting him

“Are you hungry...?”

“Nope!”

“Okay…”

He always jumps when you do bite him

He definitely looks it up LMFAO

A whole Google search

‘What does it mean when your partner bites you’

He’s so unfamiliar with this

Cuteness aggression?

Are you biting him because you’re angry?

He eyes you after too

With pursed lips and blinking eyes

Just pure confusion

“Why do you keep biting me. You said you weren’t hungry. Do you have an oral fixation?”

gagged

“Honestly yea, for your biceps.” You smirk.

“Why?”

“Because you’re sexy.”

He looks down at them with your teeth marks everywhere

And he’s blushing AWWW

Definitely when he figures out he likes to be marked

He even starts absentmindedly holding his arm out for you just so you can place a little chomp

“You like it now?” You say as you squish his muscle

“I wouldn’t say so. But you like it.”

“I do.”

“Then maybe I do like it.”

rintaro

this fucking freak.

it just does things to him

other than the sudden chills he gets

he always smirks at you

HE NEEDS TO BE RESTRAINED

his pants?

gone.

he gets so horny 😭😭

he’s just a guy🎀

The moment your teeth graze ANY where

he’s on his knees

at your mercy

“You want it so bad.”

LIKE WHATTTT

He HATES when you do it in public though

because he can’t be all over you

Especially in front of the Miya twins

you don’t even greet him with a kiss it’s just a bite on his neck and he’s a puddle

“Just do it.”

just vote just vote

LIKE DO WHAT?!

He wants you to leave marks everywhere

Now those he’ll definitely show off he doesn’t gaf

© alplai

[clawsdevour]

undressed

wc: 0.2k content warning: had a thought where suna enjoys watching u get changed.., suggestive, suna x reader, not proofread

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Suna, your husband who always enjoys the sight of you getting changed right in front of him. His narrow eyes darting up and down at your silhouette, taking in your slight curves dilating his pupils larger the more he stares. 

His teeth slowly bitting down softly on his bottom lip in lust and desire watching you attempt to unhook your bra from within his t-shirt you wore to bed. Sliding the straps off your arms through the oversized shirt, he continues to observe through his half-lidded sleepy eyes, which awoke when he felt the weight lift off the mattress.

Dropping your bra down and onto the bedside table, you let out a small yawn of drowsiness before crossing your arms to reach the bottom hem of the shirt. Fingers holding on tightly while you slowly rose the shirt up to reveal your skin to the cold crisp air. Suna’s fighting back on his lack of sleep to continue feasting at the sensual sight. 

The moment it’s off your bare shoulders, your back facing him, you can hear him shuffling in bed to inching to get closer. Looking behind you, his toned half-nude body makes its way toward you with his low, and needy grumbles. 

The moment his cold hands slithered their way onto your waist, you were immediately pulled back into his warm embrace. His hands tightening around you.

masterlist

[salsakiyoomi]

“what the hell?”

needless to say, you were confused to see your best friend, suna, standing at your door at three fucking am, looking drunk with his hair drippin wet thanks to the rain.

“hi,” he says and staggers into your apartment.

“dude!” you exclaim.

“hey hey, it’s fine, we’re cool, we’re bffs,” he says, a sly smirk on his flushed face.

yeah, he is definitely drunk.

“please don’t sit on my couch —” you say, but it was too late, he was already sitting down, letting out an exaggerated sigh as water droplets drip down on your sofa.

he pats the spot next to him, giving you a lazy grin, you scowl at him but decide to humor him and sit down next to him on the couch.

“god, i missed you,” he tells you and you huff, “i just saw you, two days ago.”

“what? I can’t miss my best friend?” he says, a slight pout on his lips.

you sigh, “rin, what’s gotten you so drunk so late?”

he hums in response and rests his arm on the back of the couch, “tsumu.”

“don’t you have practice tomorrow?” you ask and he shakes his head, letting out a sigh and you can smell the alcohol on his breath, “i’m calling in sick tomorrow.” he slurs.

you nod your head along, entertaining him for the most part — rintaro wasn’t easily drunk, so for him to be staggering into your apartment at three in the morning meant the he seriously had more than his fair share.

all thanks to atsumu.

“do you wanna know?” he suddenly says.

you quirk an eyebrow, “do i wanna know what?”

“how much i like you.”

your heart stutters in your chest, “....you like me?”

he grins, and his face flushes even more, “what’s there not to like?”

you laugh awkwardly, “okay!” you exclaim, “lets get you to bed, no?” you say in an attempt to  change the subject.

“y/n,” he says, a serious look on his face, “i like you.”

it’s true, he likes you, maybe even loves you, and it’s gotten so hard for him to deny or ignore, every song he listens to reminds him of you and he’s been dreaming about you, it’s gotten so bad.

you hum, and pause, then smile at him, ruffling his hair, “tell me that when your’re sober, rin,” you say because you hope to god that it’s true.

he blinks up at you, then nods his head, “okay.”

and as he lays down on the couch, he makes a mental note to himself to confess his feelings appropriately in the morning.

[darlingbabyboo]

--"what do you mean your dad doesn't like me?"

♡ Synopsis: you love your boyfriend more than anything in the world... it's too bad that your parents don't feel the same.

♡ Content: Kageyama, Tsukishima, Iwaizumi, Kenma, Suna, Atsumu. Black female reader! I don't believe that there's mentions of height but I'm writing this from my view and I'm pretty short so be wary...

♡ Notes: I actually don't remember writing this, I think I got possessed for a minute but that's okay <3. Hope y'all enjoy, it's been a minute since I wrote for Haikyuu

Kageyama

Case of a bad first meeting

Kageyama is an awkward boy okay, and there's nothing wrong with it but it kinda messes things up when your parents are introduced to him

You've been talking about your sweet caring boyfriend who loves to take care of you and supports you when things go wrong and your parents have high expectations because of how much you've been gassing him up

They follow you to one of his games, and they're very impressed by his volleyball abilities

When the game ends with Karasuno's win, they accept the interaction with Kageyama to go like this❤️🥰😊💖😘

Instead Kageyama just looks at you like 😐

And they're not the biggest fan of that

"Tobio, baby, you did so good!" You exclaim as he comes towards all of you. Your parents watch expectantly, waiting for the sour expression on his face to disappear at the sight of you. A smile, grin, laugh, something.

Instead, he nods at the compliment, and starts staring at the nonexistent spot on the floor.

They frown, that was not what they expected.

Your mother leans into your father, "I thought he would be..."

"Sweeter," Your father finishes for her. They watch the encounter with dismay. You continue to send a barrage of compliments to your boyfriend only for the other's stare at the floor to turn into a full blown glare.

"I need to go," He suddenly interrupts your ranting. They watch, hoping that he'll redeem himself with a short embrace, but he only nods at you, and offers your parents a small wave.

"Isn't he great!" You gush as you watch the setter walk back to his team.

Your parents frown, not at all.

Bonus

"Bakeyama! Their parents definitely hate you!"

"Shut up Boke!" He yells back at Hinata, rubbing his cheeks like he can erase the red from his face. He could barely look you in the eyes with you wearing his jersey. It was the first time you had ever done something like that and he reacted like an idiot!

"You're so stupid!" The shorter male giggles, "I have no idea how you got with someone!"

He snarls, "shut up shut up shut up!"

Tsukishima

Tsukishima's a great suckup, you'd think he'd be great around your parents

...no, just no

Your mama's smart and she knows a fakeass when she sees one

Tsukishima might act all nice but your mama says, 'he got the devil in his eyes' she's right lol

He can't do nothing without absolute disgust being targeted at him 😭😭😭

He could be offering to help with dinner

And she offers back a side eyes him with a scowl on her face

Tsukishima is doing his best pray for my mans 🙏🏾

"Oh, ma'am, I can help with-"

"Don't bother," your mother cuts off, holding her hand up to stop the blonde from continuing his offer, "I don't need your help." She spits out. As she leaves to the kitchen she starts muttering something about him under her breath. He can't pick it up, but he knows it's not anything good.

He gives you a desperate look, it's been like this all night. He did his best to put on a nice smile and dress the best- he begged (though he would never tell you that)- his mom to bake some pie so that he could bring it to dinner just so everything would be perfect when meeting your mom, but it was all for nothing. It was an understatement to say that she didn't like him.

She fucking hated him.

You give him a look as if to say, what can you do? You did your best to talk Kei up, but as soon as she saw him, she decided she didn't like him. You put your hand over his, resting on the table.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, feeling horrible that he had worked so hard for nothing.

"It's just- I wished she liked." He interlocks your hand and squeezes it anxiously, "I don't know what else I should do."

You open your mouth to try to comfort him, but-

"Baby get in the kitchen, your mama needs help!" In a voice that leaves no room for argument.

You wince, you know that you can't say no when your mom starts talking in that tone. You give Kei an apologetic look and his shoulders slump, burying his head in his hands.

Iwaizumi

Worst possible meeting of your boyfriend

Iwaizumi has a habit of hitting you (playfully)

Your dad just happen to catch you two when it looks like he's hitting you

He is traumatized and horrified

Shitting crying throwing up fr when your father starts to threaten to end his life if he come near you again

"Where's my favourite member of Aoba Johsai~" You sing, playfully poking his shoulder.

He puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into him "right here babe."

You wriggle out of his grip, "you don't look like Oikawa to me."

He rolls his eyes, "fuck you." He knocks your head, not hard enough to bruise but enough to look threatening, he laughs at your flinch.

"Coward," He mocks.

You stick out your bottom lip and just as you open your mouth to respond-

"Fuck you say about my daughter."

He gasps when someone's hand grips his upper arm. The man's eyes are filled with pure rage, and his grip tightens so hard it's almost like he's trying to tear it out of his arm. He watches the man, and in a horrifying realization he sees that the man has your eyes.

It's your dad.

Shit.

"This is not what it looks like," He sputters out, in an attempt not to look like an abusive dickhead, "we just-"

"Shut up." The man grits out, and impossibly the grip on his arm tightens even more. "if I ever see you around my little girl again, I will fucking kill you."

"Dad-" You attempt to protest.

"No." Your dad interrupts your plea, "I told you to be careful around these trashy high schoolers- about getting yourself involved in these stupid boys." He shakes Iwaizumi like a ragdoll to further emphasize his point. "I never want to see you around him again."

You eyes go wide, "Dad, wha- that's not fair!"

Your father doesn't listen to your protests, harshly pushing away Iwaizumi and grabbing your hand. You fight against it for a bit but give up when your father won't let up. You turn around to face Iwaizumi, mouthing I'm sorry.

He just nods, and as soon as you're gone he places his fist against his forehead, wondering how he could have fucked things up so much.

Kenma

I love Kenma but he's not a conventional bf

Your dad wants you to be happy but at the same time he's looking at him and thinking, really, you couldn't do any better

He can barely hide the disgust when he's playing on his video games, slouched over like the Hunchback of Notre Dame and heavy bags under his eyes

You're telling him that he's a highly valued member of his team and then he sees him get winded going up a the stairs

Okay sweetie 🤗🤗🤗

Kenma finds the hate as more of an annoyance than anything tbh

He doesn't sweat too much about it, the only reason he tries is because he doesn't like you being upset about the uneasiness between your parents and him

"Hey," He says, all he can get out before he practically collapses against you. It was a long game and all he wants to do is melt into your arms. "'s nice tha' you came." He keeps panting, just on the brink of passing out.

"Hey Kenny." You say, running a hand through his hair and pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead, "you were really good in this game."

He doesn't have the energy to thank you, all the air practically gone from his lungs, instead he nods and buries his face into your neck.

After a minute of you carding your hand through his hair you say the dreaded words, "my dad's expecting you to greet him..."

He groans, "will he accept a weak wave."

"Not at all."

He groans louder as he painfully removes himself from your gasp. he looks up to your dad, who is predictably glaring at him. He gives a weak smile and wills himself to go towards the man.

What he'll do for you.

Suna

YOUR DAD DOES NOT TRUST HIM

He does not like him around you at all and thinks his precious baby deserves to be around someone better

Your dad finds him a little too nonchalant for his taste and thinks that his baby needs to be around someone that spoils you

Suna is surprised when he's hit with the hatred bcs he didn't think he did anything???

"Rinnie, you did so good!" You exclaim, wrapping your arms around his neck, he in return wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Thanks," He responds, pressing his lips to your forehead.

He pulls away when he hears someone clear his throat. He looks at the other man, he looks like the spitting image of you. A smile creeps up his lips at how similar you look to your father.

He nods to him as a greeting.

Your father does not accept that.

"You too good for a handshake?" The man questions.

He opens his mouth, instinctively ready for a snappy remark, but he immediately closes it when your father glares. This is, apparently, no laughing matter, and he really doesn't feel like making things worse. Instead, he pulls his hand forward.

"Hey, I'm Suna Rintaro." He introduces.

"Hey." Your father mockingly echos (he exchanges a quick glance with you, did he do something? Why does the man already hate him), but he still accepts the handshake.

He winces when the older man squeezes, strong grip feeling like he's trying to tear his arm off. He drops his hand and puts it in his pocket, trying to shrug off the burning feel.

"Strong grip there Sir." He remarks, trying to make it come across light-hearted.

The other man doesn't show any positive reaction. "It's the grip of a man."

"Or a serial killer." He mutters. Apparently, not quiet enough, as you wince and the vein on your father's forehead bulges out in anger.

"We'll talk later, okay Rinnie." You say, offering an escape. He smiles, grateful for the opening. He'll take his escape while he still can.

"I'll see you later angel." He presses another kiss to your forehead and leaves, pretending he doesn't notice the glare of your father. That's something for another day.

Atsumu

Poor guy had no idea that your dad did not f with him 😭😭😭

He loves both your parents!

They gave birth to you and you're the greatest person ever!!! Of course he loves them

But apparently the hate is on sight with them

He starts to walk over and he starts scowling 😒

When you asked your dad why they didn't like Atsumu, he just clucked and said

'That blonde boy ain't right,' your dad muttered and offered NO OTHER INFO

"Hey princess, you like the match?" He smacks a kiss to your cheek and wraps a hand around your waist, "scored that last point for you."

"Just the last point?" You tease. "Were the other points for your other girlfriends."

"No other girls but you princess." He says, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Your interrupted by your dad clearing his throat, very loudly.

You two break apart, and you offer your parents a sheepish glance.

"Are you going to introduce us honey?" Your mom says, with an odd look in her eyes that Atsumu can't decipher.

"Mom, dad, this is Miya Atsumu, the boy I've been talking about so much."

"It's a pleasure to meet you two." Atsumu says, giving his widest, kindest, toothiest grin.

Your mother gives him a weak smile back, while your father just watches him, like a predator looks at its prey before snapping its neck.

He waits for the two to respond, but they just keep staring.

After a few moments of nothing he coughs, "would you two like to join us for lunch- I'd like to celebrate my win with my favourite girl and her parents."

You giggle at that, but your parents show no reaction.

"It's getting awfully late for lunch." Your father says gruffly.

He laughs, "it's only 7."

Your father doesn't share his humour. He turns to you, "I don't want you out so late with some guy."

He bites his tongue at the last part, some guy? He's thinks you two have been together enough to be more than some guy.

"It's not even that late." You whine.

"The sun's about to set."

"It's only 7!" You reiterate, you turn to your mom, "Mama please!"

Your mom shakes her head, "I think you should listen to your father. It's getting late, and you should be careful who you share your company with." She gives a pointed glance to Atsumu.

It's like someone reached into his chest and ripped out his heart. He forces himself to smile, "ya'know, we don't need to celebrate today, I'll let ya get back home princess."

"But 'tsumu-" You attempt to protest.

"It's fine." He interrupts. He plays nonchalant and shrugs, "there are other days."

He grasps your hands and presses kisses to your knuckles. "I'll text you later, okay?"

You pout, but concede, "m'kay."

He offers a goodbye to your parents but they've turned their attention away, looking anywhere else but but at him. He swallows, he'll deal with that later.

[rosierin]

yer rubbin’ off on me | atsumu, osamu, suna

synopsis; (y/n) accidentally mirrors the twins’ accent and they won’t let it go.

this fic is part of the off-season quartet™ series! for more, click here :)

When (y/n) first met the Miya twins, she couldn’t understand half the things they said.

They talked fast, used strange words and expression she’s never heard of, and constantly dropped endings from their sentences like it was a race to save syllables. Back then, she’d just blinked politely and pretended to follow.

Now? Now she could understand them a little too well.

Spending years with them in high school was one thing. But living under the same roof? That was a whole new level.

She’d gotten used to their loud hallway arguments, coordinated snack raids, their freaky twin telepathy, even the way they insisted on turning absolutely everything into a competition.

And over time, she started picking up some of their habits.

From Osamu, it was the quiet, practical ones: tapping the lid of a yogurt cup before peeling it off (he says it stops the liquid from splattering), or using a food rating scale out loud—even for the dumbest snacks (“convenience store curry? Solid 6.5. Texture’s mid”).

From Atsumu, it was the mildly chaotic ones—like using her foot to close drawers or nudge doors shut (“why bend down if ya got legs?”), or carrying way too many things at once just to avoid a second trip (she’ll risk it all tumbling to her feet before going back for that one mug).

One thing she never thought she’d pick up was their accent.

Not until today.

They were all chilling in the living room, still in loungewear. A volleyball match was playing on the TV—loud, fast-paced, and dramatic enough to keep Atsumu and Suna locked in, barely blinking. The coffee table was cluttered with mugs, a few snack wrappers, and someone’s hoodie draped over the corner like a flag of surrender.

Osamu sat cross-legged on the floor, flipping through a recipe book with a pencil tucked behind his ear. Every now and then, he’d pause to squint at the TV, then return to whatever note he was scribbling in the margins.

(Y/n) walked in with a plate of toast and dropped onto the couch with a heavy sigh.

“If y’all are plannin’ on loafing around all day, at least help me with the laundry after breakfast.”

Silence.

Dead silence.

Three pairs of eyes turned to her.

(Y/n) blinked. “What?”

Suna shifted his gaze from the TV, to (y/n). “You just said 'y’all are plannin’.”

“I—” she paused, frowned, then replayed the sentence in her head. “…Did I?”

Osamu looked up, a slow, smug smile spreading across his face. “Well, well, well.”

Atsumu sat bolt upright, mouth hanging open. “She’s usin’ Kansai-ben!!”

(Y/n) groaned. “No, wait—it was an accident.”

“It’s startin’,” Osamu said dramatically, pointing his pencil at her. “Yer becomin’ one of us.”

She flushed, brushing them off. “It was a fluke, guys. Just slipped out. My brain’s tired, okay?”

“I dunno," Atsumu grinned, eyes gleaming. “Next thing ya know, you'll be callin’ people ‘aho’ (idiot) and yellin' 'nandeyanen?!' (what the hell?!).”

“She already does,” Suna added helpfully.

(Y/n) gawked, sitting upright. “No I don’t!”

“Pretty sure you called me 'aho' yesterday,” Suna said flatly, without so much as a glance.

She opened her mouth as she stammered for a comeback—then closed it again, defeated.

Atsumu looked visibly moved, wiping away a fake tear. "'M so proud."

(Y/n) just rolled her eyes, sinking lower into the couch as she pulled out her phone. “Guys, stop. It wasn’t intentional.”

Osamu leaned back, satisfied. “Ain’t nothin’ embarrassin’. I think it’s cute.”

(Y/n) frowned, still trying to hold onto her dignity. “I think you both need to drop it or I'll make you do all the laundry alone,” she threatened—but she couldn’t quite hide the way her cheeks were still burning.

Atsumu pouted. “Whaaat? S'wrong with our accent?”

"Nothin'," (y/n) mumbled.

A beat.

Her eyes widened slightly as the word left her mouth.

…Shit.

The twins exchanged a look, then whipped their heads toward her in unison.

(Y/n) froze. “Wait, no—”

Atsumu and Osamu howled, slapping their thighs like it was the funniest thing they’d heard all week.

Atsumu pointed at her, wheezing. “There it is again!!”

Suna sighed, shaking his head with mock disapproval. “Talking like a real country bumpkin.”

Osamu flashed her a little smirk, raising his mug like he was offering a toast. “Welcome to our world, darlin’.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and took a dramatic bite of her toast. “I’m movin’ out.”

...

“Guys, I swear—”

“NO WAY!!”

An explosion of laughter boomed around the room.

[forusomimiya]

Well, this is probably a long way from reality, but you only have to stop for a moment and think about it.

They fucking love your tits. They love that they're the size of their hands, perfectly made to be groped. They love them no matter what their state, though they admit to feeling like they're in a dream when your nipples are fully erect, so they only have one reason to put their fingers and tongues to work.

But most of all, they /love/ how they fucking bounce with every thrust.

"Hah baby, I can't even look at them. If I do... I- I’ll fill ya up so - hard, and… and I don't assure I'll cum again if...- if I think about how your pussy would spill over with my cum."

If they can't see them, they want to at least feel them. They would release their grip on your hips and move towards them, pressing down hard enough to let their hands dance with them up and down, up and down.

"Mhmm but... I-I think I can put them to better use, wanna see?"

They would wait for the exact right moment to leaving you whining and with your pussy swollen and red, tightening around nothing. They would look up at you and smile victoriously as they let their cock rest between your tits, making you squeeze them around it, and starting to move again as fast as they would have moved in your pussy.

"Yeah... this is what I mean when I say your tits are fucking perfect. Nngh j-jerking me just as good as your little cunt. Now wanna see that mouth wide open baby... ‘cause 'm close, hah I-I'm almost there."

How hard they would cum watching how your tits cradle him until he cums hard on them, splashing into your mouth, and forming a trail of cum between them as he pulls away.

That's why they're wonderful, because they're yours.

TENDOU, ATSUMU, Oikawa, Akaashi, SUNA, Kenma, KAGEYAMA, Sakusa, DAISHOU, OSAMU, Hanamaki, MATSUKAWA

[wake-uptoreality]

you feel embarrassed. The dress you are wearing is too revealing and you are scared other guys would hit you on. You want to change it, but he stops you by grabbing your waist from behind and murmuring in your ear "so? Let them, that's all they can do because unlike they won't be the one taking that dress off tonight".

-> atsumus, KUROO, OIKAWA, kenma, SAKUSA, kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, suna.

[rint4rous]

on the house! - here goes nothing

suna rintaro x reader smau — masterlist

a/n: ignore time stamps. and wassup. other blog got deleted?? so fic revive from the dead. taglist is so old so many ppl changed @'s i think. so i didn't include it. send ask if u want though :)

twenty-six - twenty-seven - twenty-eight

a/n again: new contact info and profiles for some ppl i had to remake everybody on a new phone :).

[makkir0ll]

"hmm, is it green apple?"

you giggle in his arms, shaking your head no and smile as he leans down to press another kiss on your lips.

the past fifteen minutes had been spent trapped under his arms while he kisses your plump, flavourful, lips. it started out when you put on some chapstick and he asks for some. you knew that this was his way of getting a kiss, but when his lips press against yours the flavor is different than your normal vanilla, its fruitier. "what flavor is that?" he asks, pulling you closer to him to plant another kiss on your lips, "berry?"

"no" you say smiling as you await his actions. hoping that he does exactly what you expect him too.

and he falls into your trap. the next fifteen minutes are spent with his lips on yours as he guesses what flavor it could be. strawberry? mango? pineapple?

all no.

at this point all he could taste was his own spit on your lips. completely kissed away all the chapstick that coated your lips. he breaks the last kiss with a whine.

"y/n put some more on, i can't taste it anymore." he loosens his grip on your body as you shift underneath him to find the chapstick in your pocket.

"close your eyes, i dont want you to see the label." you tell him and he obliges, squeezing his eyes shut in a childish manner as you apply the chapstick on your lips.

once you're done you toss the tube away, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down, he's smiling. his lips press against yours yet again but this time it's different. the kiss is deeper, he cups your face and his toungue swipes on your lips and you open your mouth slightly to let the wet muscle enter. it takes your breath away and you start to feel dizzy from his touch and all the sensations happening around you. he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connected the two of you. your eyes are still closed, processing what happened when you hear him say,

"it's berry isnt it?"

you nod your head no, hoping he will kiss you like that again, and he does. but little do you know that he caught a glimpse of the berry graphic on the label when you pulled out the chapstick from your pocket.

HINATA SHOYO. (probably doesn't notice the label though tbh). BOKUTO, hanamaki, oikawa fucking tooru, sugawara (he knew from the start it was berry but goes along with the act to amuse you), akaashi (same as sugawara). NISHINOYA. (same as shoyo, genuinely continues to guess), ATSUMU. KITA FUCKING SHINSUKE (he knew from the first kiss, but realized that this made you happy). KUROO. SUNAAAAA.

[rinsoap]

➣ includes : brother's best friend! suna rintaro. oh and also small age gap between him and the reader, only two ish years though. LOWKEY SUGGESTIVE? one mention of the reader not wearing a bra if that is something u deem suggestive.

note : i'm so in love with romantic and sexual tension between u n suna it's so fun to write! also lmk if u want a pt2 or something not sure what i'd do for a pt2 but y'all can send in some ideas lol

suna rintaro who is your brother’s best friend… he likes seeing you around the house, ready for bed looking so cute in your comfy shorts and a little top n no bra. he likes that he gets to see what you look like everyday instead of only seeing you dolled up. he likes when you’re glammed, of course, you always look stunning. he just likes stealing glances of you do everyday tasks.

like tonight, in the kitchen far too late in the night, he’ll lean against the doorframe as he watches you make a snack. he notices the curves of your shoulders, and how the small of your back peeks out from your top riding up a little. you’re still humming the song you’ve had stuck in your head all day. you turn around and surprised to see him, you gasp, causing him to widen his lazy half smile. you roll your eyes, party because he scared you, but also because he looks way too good. hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants loose around his hips, hair messy, and a white tank top on that fits him perfectly. he looks like a slut.

“what could you possibly want,” you sigh, and he shrugs in response. “just wanna see what you’re up to”

“where’s my brother? shouldn’t you be hanging with him?” you question, pointing a strawberry pop tart at him accusingly.

“he’s asleep” he closes the distance between you to take the pop tart out of your hand, taking a rather generous bite.

“rin stop, oh my god you just ate like half of it,” you exclaim, snatching it back, “you’ve already cleaned out half the fridge, when will your greedy ass be satisfied?”

“rin?” he cocks his head, his sleepy smile settling into a smug one, “you haven’t called me that since, like, elementary school” the eye contact he so casually maintains is difficult for you to keep, and your face gets furiously hot, looking away. “yeah well, i kind of thought you were embarrassed by it, so i got embarrassed and i stopped” you try to exit the conversation and walk past him to the doorway he was just standing in, trying to signal that you were going to leave to your bedroom. he follows you, much to your dismay. he leans against the doorway, his back to it, and you mimick his action. you're both looking directly at each other, and it feels weirdly intimate. seeing each other face on meant he could see every expression on your face.

“why would you think that? i wasn’t embarrassed.” he says, his eyes scan you from your painted toenails to the top of your head, but inevitably looking into your eyes. after a beat of hesitation, he continues talking. “...you know, i had a crush on you then. i was really sad when you stopped calling me it.”

the heat in your face returns as he laughs. how can he sit there and laugh after dropping this insane piece of information??

“you’re kidding. i totally liked you back, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you look at him incredulously, mouth agape and growing annoyed as you realize he was not as shocked finding out your feelings as you were in learning his.

“yeah, i figured. but your brother, you know? and just in case i wasn’t right, i didn’t want you to reject me and then show up at your house the next day to watch movies with your brother” he had a point. you remember those movie nights. you always wanted to watch with them, but your brother would always say no and kick you out of the room. suna always let you watch anyways, offering a seat on the couch beside him despite his best friend’s wishes.

the movie nights were not the only thing your mind was pondering on. if he knew about your crush then, did he know now? your feelings were much too complicated for you to call it a crush, and you'd like to think you've learned how to be at least a little subtle, so maybe he didn't know.

"that’s crazy. we just barely missed each other i guess” you finally say with a chuckle that turns into a thoughtful hum, glancing anywhere but his eyes.

"what? so, you don't have a crush on me anymore?" oh, so he did know. he easily closes the gap between you two, and for once, it doesn't seem like he's teasing you. "rin..." you say, mouth slightly open like you're going to add something else, but you don't. "i don't think we missed anything... am i wrong?" he leans towards, and you swear he's going to kiss you but he stops before your lips touch, "you can tell me if i'm wrong."

you grab his shirt and pull him in to press your lips against his, bringing him into a surprising, but long kiss. his hands thread through your hair, lingering in the moment. when you break away, they slide from your hair to the sides of your neck, and he has the dumbest smile on his face. "definitely not wrong."

[shokopan]

HAIKYUU BOYS AS COLLEGE CRUSHES | R. SUNA

⤷ inspired by my hq boys as high school crushes post i wrote a looong time ago but this time i'm writing longer ish drabbles :D // kuroo vers!

“hey,” an unfamiliar voice startles you momentarily before you glance up and see the cute guy on your floor peaking a little too conspicuously at your phone, “i like that band too,”

you’ve seen him around pretty frequently, almost guaranteed 2-3 times daily, whether it be going to and from classes, at the dining hall, at the campus library, or just on the floor of your dorm. you want to say that it’s his height and the fact that you guys seem to have the same routines and class schedules that makes him so recognizable, but it’s actually mostly because he’s an objectively good looking guy. the guy’s got slightly longer, tousled dark hair and sleepy eyes, and such a casual and relaxed style of dressing that almost irritates you because he looks so damn good with no effort. 

“no way! are you going to their concert next week?” your eyes light up, pausing your music and taking out your earbuds.

he shrugs, “i want to, but going alone sounds kind of boring,”

“same, i’ve been wanting to get tickets but i’d rather not have to get back alone at night, you know?” you hum, mirroring his shrug as the elevator you’d both been waiting for arrives.

“i mean,” suna starts as the two of you step inside, hesitating for a moment and scrunching his eyebrows together, “we could go together then? i mean we bump into each other all over campus enough that seeing each other at a concert seems pretty normal,”

“damn take me out to dinner first or something,” you joke, cracking a smile as your hand hovers over the rows of elevator buttons, “but yea i’d be pretty down, what floor?”

“first floor please, but oh thank god, i was panicking for a minute  thinking that asking you was fucking weird,” he sigh, “i’m suna rintarou by the way,”

“we see each other so many times a day, so in a way it’s like we’re not total strangers and don’t even stress, i’d probably have asked if you didn’t beat me too it,” you smile reassuringly, “and i’m l/n y/n!”

“nice to finally put a name to the person i’m haunted by,” suna grins, shrugging when you shoot him an unimpressed look. 

“i think you mean blessed, actually,” you roll your eyes as the two of you step out of the elevator when the doors open to the first floor, “anyways, are you headed to the dining hall?”

“yup,” suna nods pumping his fist unenthusiastically, “i’m starving for some mediocre slightly inedible food,”

“same,” you lament, “want to eat together?”

suna smiles and nods, not wanting to let on how long he’s been waiting for an excuse to talk to you and get to know their little campus crush, “yeah i guess, if you really insist,”

“i’m not,” you reply dryly

“i’m kidding let’s go, i want to get to know you after having seen you around everywhere and not knowing anything about you” suna chuckles, feeling a strange giddiness forming in his chest as he glances down at you/

“fine, fine, because you want to get dinner with me so badly,” you sing, smiling as you walk towards the dining hall with suna by your side, “anyways, have you ever done that 21 questions thing to get to know someone?”

[clawsdevour]

pervy

wc: 0.5k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, suna x reader, smut, masturbation, not proofread.. pervy suna is the vision :3

့✿⠀ —

suna's not one to admit, unless caught red handed, that he is one heck of a pervert.

ever since you two started dating, you can't help but notice his eyes staring at you through the mirror whenever you changed in his bathroom. testing this theory, you always left a little visible crack to see if he'd be right behind the wooden border that divided the two rooms.

it was no coincidence either whenever you open your drawer to grab a new pair of undies or a bra to put on and see them out of order.. what a perv. always, you can't help but set up these "traps" to catch suna in the act. though, you haven't caught him fully in the act, just slightly.

a few days ago you slept over, and maybe left all your dirty clothes at his place to which he'd do the laundry for. heading over, you thought it'd be nice to help suna with the laundry since you should probably also take your stranded pieces of clothing home as well instead of just leaving it somewhere at his place.

whenever you came over, you never bothered to message him since you have his location. a tap away, is how you'll know suna's home, and of course he was.

using the spare key he gave you, you quietly turn the knob to do a sneak attack to surprise him. though, walking in, it was pitch silent. not a word, a sound. the lights were all off. you're thinking to yourself, something's weird, maybe he's still asleep since it's still early?

dropping your stuff on the couch, you walk to suna's room. at the door is when your ears start to pick up on something. though, it wasn't very audible. pressing your ear on the cold door, squeezing your eyes shut trying to focus on the sound.

okay well.. suna's definitely awake right?

biting your lip as you focused even harder, suna's groaning... and calling out for you? was he having a nightmare?

well shit, i gotta do something if he's having a nightmare.

putting a hand on his doorknob, you slowly and quietly twisted it to ensure he was napping. however, he wasn't… well, suna was rather engrossed in his own little hobby that made all the noise.

the moment you saw was the moment the door squeaked and caught suna's attention. making eye contacted as you both your eyes widened in shock, you slam the door shut behind you while your cheeks flush a vibrant shade of pink.

there you go, you just caught suna in his perverted acts. you saw him sitting on his bed using your panties from the other night to help get him off. his t-shirt was held up using his teeth while he skillfully thrusted his cock up and down his grip that surrounded your panties that were damp with his essence.

his brows were so furrowed at the thought of you, pretending his hand was your warm and tight cunt that wrapped around his length. a sheen layer of sweat covered the top of his forehead while he a crease of pleasure spread upon his skin. his slender eyes were shut so tight the moment he was about to reach his climax till he heard the door squeak open.

maybe you should help suna out.

masterlist here