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why does your best friend’s brother have to be so hot??

☆ suna rintarou x f!reader! (pt.3)☆

pt.1 pt.2 pt.4 links!!

cw: smut! porn with feelings, fluff!, oral sex f recieving, confessions, alcohol use (responsibly), reader is hot and she knows it, tiny bit of angst but not really, party!, atsumu is annoying.

you stare at yourself in the mirror, cursing trying to put the obnoxious earring backing on.

“here let me help you.” your best friend mumbles, moving your hair and easily putting the jewlery on in place.

“thanks… are you sure it won’t be too cold tonight? maybe the skirt is too much.” you pout, looking over your outfit. the only ‘going out’ clothes you really brought was a short skirt and your favorite top that you’d wear to parties back at college.

it was your last week here at the suna residence, with classes starting up again soon.

so of course, the miya twins decided to reunite everyone at their family home, and throw a party. you were at least thankful it was only a street away so no one had to drive over there.

“you’ll be fine. atsumu’s hosting, i’m sure he’ll offer to warm you up” ami giggles. you roll your eyes. the more eccentric miya twin had always pined after you back in high school. of course you never paid him any mind, your heart was always focused on rintarou.

everytime you’d go to the inarizaki volleyball games back in high school, he’d come up to you with his charming smile. ‘aww, come all this way just to see little ol’ me? how sweet!’ he’d say before his brother would come in and grab him, apologizing for his nagging behavior. what you’d never notice though, was the way rintarou would glare daggers at his friend, always flirting with you right in front of him.

you wouldn’t hear their conversations in the locker rooms back then either.

‘i think i’m gonna ask her out, what do you think, suna?’ the blonde setter comments, smirking at the brunette who sat on the bench on his phone.

he just scoffed, sounding unconvinced. ‘good luck with that.’

‘hey! what’s that supposed to mean?’ he pouts, his ego taking a blow.

‘just saying, doesn’t seem like she’s that interested in you.’ suna replies, taking a sip from his water bottle.

‘oh yeah? sounds like you’re just jealous, mister.’ atsamu’s lips quirk back up into his usual smirk.

rin’s eye twitches.

‘no way. she’s like a sister to me.’

“ami you liar, it’s cold as fuck!” you shiver slightly, holding your arms to your chest as you step out the front door, rintarou locking it behind you three.

“consequences of dressing like a hottie. some liquor will warm you right up” she beams at you, making you sigh. “i guess” you squirm uncomfortably in your outfit. the second you walked downstairs, rintarou’s eyes went directly to your bare legs in the skirt. he still seemed so nervous around you even after he’s quite literally been inside of you (twice).

“let’s go before atsumu drinks everything and starts challenging people to sing offs.” the older suna says, walking ahead of you guys on the sidewalk.

“jeez, why’s he in a mood” ami mutters to you, you just shrug, eyeing him.

rin wasn't too excited at the thought of watching guys fawn over you all night while he had to stand back and not be able to do a thing about it.

once you approach the house, you could hear music playing from the backyard. rintarou knocks on the door first, texting someone to let them know you were there.

the door opens a few seconds later, a grey haired twin smiling at you three. “look who it is! long time no see girls. suna.” he gives the man a side hug, they still saw each other from time to time after college. you noticed the way osamu’s eyes lit up when ami smiled back at him. your eyebrows quirked.

“everyone’s scattered around, mostly in the back. drinks in the kitchen, beer pong in the garadge. the usual.” he lets you guys in pointing to each area as if you all hadn’t been there before.

“thanks, samu! c’mon” ami grabs your arm, giving osamu a kirt wave before dragging you into the kitchen where a few familiar faces stood around. you two pour yourselves drink after drink, conversing with some girls you ran into.

“atsumu!” one of the girls waves behind you. you hear him approach, turning around to face him. rintarou stood across the room with the osamu, keeping an eye once he saw the blonde come up to you.

“if it isn’t my favorite girl! how are you, gorgeous?” he slings a strong arm around your shoulder. if you weren’t in such a good mood you probably would have shrugged him off.

“hi, miya” you play into it, giving him a friendly smile. but still, rintarou lingered in the back of your mind.

“miya? ouch, no need to be so formal to the future love of your life.” he puts a dramatic hand to his heart, as if he’d been stabbed. you just roll your eyes, moving his arm and stepping away from him. he puts on his usual pout, ignoring the other girls who were trying to get his attention.

“you’re funny. should be a comedian instead of an athlete.” you comment, taking a sip from the plastic cup in your hand. you ignore the familiar burning sensation of the alcohol in your throat.

“i think that’s the only compliment you’ve ever given me, i’m flattered.”

you roll your eyes at his antics. you should’ve expected this from him.

rin watches from the side, downing his drink a little too fast.

“don’t let atsumu rile you up, man. dude’s just trying to rebound from his last girlfriend who dumped him.” osamu reassures the tall middle blocker, noticing his glaring at his brother.

“rebound? he’s trying to hook up with her or something?” suna’s grip on the cup tightens at the thought of you even being near atsumu in that way.

“who knows, he’s been crushing on her since like second year. why do you care so much anyways? i thought you saw her like a- oh.” his eyes soften. he got it. the time he got lunch with suna a week ago, noticing the hickies on his neck. him mentioning that you were staying at their house over the break.

you two were fucking.

“jesus dude, does your sister know?” he questions, his voice getting a little quieter.

“huh? what, no. we’re both adults, i don’t see why…” rintarou drags on, noticing the way the blonde twin was getting closer and closer to you.

“then why do you- hey! where are you going?” the grey haired twin calls after him, but he just ignores him.

your eyes meet rin’s as he approaches. a hint of relief washing over you. osamu took this chance to chat up ami.

“what’s goin on, dude?” suna puts a hand on the setter’s shoulder.

“suna! missed seein’ you around!” the tipsy man gives his attention to his old friend, giving you a chance to slip away. you give ami some excuse like ‘need some fresh air.’ she just nods, making sure you’re good before continuing her conversation with the calmer twin. you smile at the way her face lit up when talking to him.

you sit on a loungchair by the pool, far enough from everyone. you pull out your phone, giggling at the thought of how mad rintarou would be realizing his sister and bestfriend were flirting. it was kind of ironic though, given your own situation.

your mind started to wander. were you wrong for openly lying to your bestfriend who you adored so dearly? you’d liked rin for years, but since you guys started hooking up, you’ve had a guilty conscience.

what even were you two? you weren’t dating, but more than friends. the stolen kisses you two shared when ami wasn’t in the room. the looks you give each other over dinner or when passing in the hallway. it would all be over in a weeks time. would he move on? find someone else to occupy his time?

“what are you staring at?” the low voice you know oh to well cuts through your thoughts. you realize you spaced out, staring into the changing colors of the pool lights. suna takes a seat next to you on the spacious chair.

“nothing, just thinking.” you shrug, bringing your gaze back to him.

“what are you doing out here?” you add, picking up your drink from the floor and taking a sip. he gives you a small smile.

“couldn’t let you sit out here all alone. especially if tsumu tried hitting on you again.” he watches as your lips meet the cup. your eyebrow quirked.

“hmm. someone jealous?” you smirk, placing your drink back down on the floor, your head already dizzy from all the alcohol you’ve already had. plus your close proximity to the man in front of you did not help.

he snorts. “of him? no way. if you wanted him you would’ve gone for it years ago. plus-“ he leans a little closer. “-he’s not the one who got to fuck you.” oh the liquor made him bold.

it was true, he wasn’t jealous of the setter himself. he was more jealous at the thought of anyone else having you. especially when you leave in a week.

“y’know, tokyo’s only like, three hours away from where i go.” he says. he refuses to look away from you. you just look so good.

“what are you implying?” you cross one leg over the other, leaning a little back to get a better look at him.

“i-i don’t know. just mentioning it.” you scoff at his sudden dry response. your heart feeling a small pang of hurt from remembering what atsumu told you just a few minutes ago before rin came over to save you from his nagging.

‘aw that’s cute. looking over at suna over there. y’know he told me he sees you as a little sister. such a sweet guy looking out for you like that.’ the worst part is he wasn’t even trying to be sarcastic or spiteful, just genuinely praising suna.

“right…” you sigh, standing up to leave. before you can even turn around he reaches for your hand.

“hey, what’s wrong?” his voice is full of worry. your shoulders slump, he stands to meet your height. he still held onto your hand, his thumb rubbing gently over your knuckles.

“i-i’m just drained. think i’m gonna walk back home.” your skin tingles at the way he’s so gentle with you. compared to the way he was in sports.

“let me walk you.”

“no, that’s not necessary rin.”

“you’re drunk, i’m not gonna let you walk home alone.”

“i’m not even that-“ you start, but he cuts you off with a stern scold of your own name.

“fine… but let me text your sister first.” you sigh, sending her a quick ‘don’t feel too god, rintarou’s gonna take me home. are you ok? we can stay if you want.’

she sends back a text that makes you giggle. ‘oh girl, do not worry about me’ you look up and spot her with osamu, she gives you a thumbs up. you knew you were right. she’s been wanting to hop on the samu train since high school. glad she finally got the chance.

‘don’t wait up. probably gonna stay here tonight. do NOT tell my brother he will murder me and samu both.’

you laugh at your phone, suna gives you a confused look.

“what’s so funny?”

“oh, nothing. let’s go.”

you two snuck out the back gate, not wanting to draw any attention. it was bad enough you two were walking out together, a lingering mark still on his neck from just a few days ago.

“you still cold?” he asks, your shoulders brushing as you walk down the dark street.

“nah, ami was right. tequila warms me right up.” you say. plus the close proximity to him kept you warm, his body heat radiating from under his jacket. it stayed silent for a few moments before you speak up.

“was… was atsumu telling the truth?” you say, looking up at him.

“what did that idiot say this time?” he gives a small laugh.

“that you think of me as a sister.” this makes him stop dead in his tracks. he looks at you nervously.

“do you really think we’d have done all we did if i thought that?” he says, pushing a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. you shrug, making him sigh.

“i said that shit in high school. before…”

“before what?” you peer up at him, his callused hands moving to cup your face.

“before i realized i… had feelings for you.” he confesses, making your eyes widen.

when rintarou first realized he was in love with you, it was a little later than when you developed your own crush on him. it was your eighteenth birthday, suna was nineteen and in his first year of college. ami threw you a suprise party at her house, inviting all your friends. you wore your prettiest little outfit. ami even convinced her uncle to get you guys some beers, needless to say, the birthday girl drank most of them.

when the night went on, you spotted rin nursing his own beer on the couch. you come up to him, sitting maybe a little too close than you meant to.

“why’re you sulking here by yourself. s’my birthday! i command you to have some fun, rintarou.” the way you said his name made something stir inside of him. your body faced his, you didn’t even notice the way your dress rode up on your thighs, or the way his eyes immediately went down to them.

“how’s it feel to finally be an adult?” he says, forcing his eyes back on yours.

“s’alright. kinda anticlimactic but i’m glad m’here. glad you’re here.” you admit, the alcohol clearly making you more bold. his eyes widen a little. you weren’t just his little sister’s best friend, you were a smart, funny, beautiful woman. he’s always known you were pretty, it was obvious. but he’d never had a genuine conversation with you like this.

you two talked for half an hour. everytime you’d smile or laugh at something he said, his heart beat would quicken in his chest.

your head whipped when you heard a call of your name from one of your friends. “c’mon! we got you a cake!”

he never forgot the smile you had on your face when your friends put this much effort into your birthday. it just proved what a good, special person you were. he found himself not wanting you to leave, wanting you to stay talking with him. the nagging pain in his heart when you got up to leave, giving him a cute little wave and a ‘talk to you later!’

then it all clicked.

years of glaring at any boy who approached you, smiling whenever he’d see you in the stands of his games cheering him on, the small tingle of excitment in his chest when he knew you were coming over to see his sister.

he’d loved you for so long, and he never even realized it. not until you left for college, leaving him with his own feelings to sort through. so when he found out you were staying with them over the break, god was he estatic on the inside.

you two stand only a few houses down from his. you could easily walk over and continue the conversation there, but he needed you. needed you to know how much he truly cared.

“oh” a hint of nerves crawled up your spine. your head spins. you’d been this close so many times before, but behind closed doors. except that one time in the kitchen.

but he held you in the middle of the street, not caring that anyone could walk out of their house and see you two. his forehead presses against yours, breathing in your air.

you didn’t know what to say, so you just lean up on your tipy toes and peck his lips, making him smile. he wraps his arms around your waist, not a chance of letting you pull away from him.

“rin, someone might see.” you giggle into the kiss, he just shakes his head gently.

“i don’t give a fuck, let them.”

you stand in his room. it hadn’t changed very much since the very few times you’d peeked in walking past it before. a few hoodies laid out in his chair from when he was deciding what to wear earlier.

he had a few posters on his walls, some of random volleyball teams and even some random bands. the room smelled like him.

“here, drink some water.” he walks back in, closing the door behind him as he hands you a clear plastic bottle. you take it, your hand brushing with his own. you seat yourself on the edge of his bed, tapping your foot against the carpeted floor anxiously. you take a few sips to relieve your nerves.

“you look really good tonight.” his voice cuts through the silence. your head perks up, eyes meeting his.

“so i don’t look good every other night?” you give him a playful smile. he scoffs, hopping on the bed next to you, making the mattress squeak.

“you know what i mean.” his large hand finds your own, playing with you fingers.

this was probably the first time in the last few weeks you’d been alone for this long together without fucking.

“osamu knows about… us.” his hand doesn’t leave your own. your eyebrow quirks.

“you told him?” you softly ask, not angry or demanding. if anything, you were somewhat flattered he wanted people to know.

“he figured it out. mentioned i was ‘oogling’ you too hard” he gives a small chuckle, squeezing your hand gently. his small little acts of affection always made you relax into his touch. you lead your head on his strong shoulder, sighing.

“you think he’ll tell ami?” you peek up at him, moving a peice of his dark hair away from his eyes. he just shrugs.

“probably not. even if he does it wouldn’t be the worst thing.” he kisses your forehead.

“i’d rather her find out when i’m hours away. i don’t need to be murdered in my sleep for lying to her.” you reply. he just laughs.

“c’mon. you’re the only girl she’d ever approve of me being with. she loves you, my parents love you, i-“

you cut him off with a kiss to his surprisingly soft lips, pulling him in by the nape of his neck.

he smiles into the kiss, his hands going to your waist to bring you closer.

“c’mere” he grabs your hips, helping you straddle his lap, facing him. you hold back a gasp when you feel his half hard dick

“someone’s impatient…” you mumble into his mouth, he bites your lip in retort. you try to pull back but his mouth just follows yours, hands gripping your waist for dear life so you didn’t fall right off his lap.

“look so pretty in your little skirt-“ one of his hands reaches under your skirt, groping your ass through your panties, making you gasp.

“-wanted to drag you in the bathroom and fuck you over the counter.” his kisses go down your jaw, sucking new marks into your neck and collarbones.

“jesus, rin.” your voice is needy. you unconsciously grind your hips into his, needing some some sort of friction. the action made him groan.

your breath catches in your throat when he switches your positions, you laying on your back on his bed while he stands over you. his eyes go to your lifted skirt, holding back a groan when he sees the growing wet patch on the fabric of your panties.

he breathes out your name, looking up at you while slowly kissing down your exposed thighs, kneeling down. you squirm under him, he just gives your thigh a threatening squeeze. “stay still, pretty.” his nose finds your clothed clit, making you gasp.

“y-you don’t have to-“

“shush. i want to, so badly.” he assures, licking your clothed cunt. the fabric adding to the stimulation, making you grip his sheets underneath you.

he slides your soaked panties to the side, the cool air hitting your now exposed pussy.

“always so pretty for me.” he immediately delves into your cunt, lapping up and down you folds before focusing on your clit. you let out mewls of his name, gripping at his dark locs of hair.

he brings you closer to him, his arms locking under your thighs so he’s holding you up to his mouth. he could do this forever.

he moans into your wetness, the sounds of your pleasure making him practically get off. he slowly grinded his own hips into the bed, but not letting himself cum unless it was with you.

you’d never felt like this before. the constant laps of his hot tongue compared to his mouth sucking on your clit making you clench your thighs around him. he groaned at a certain harsh tug to his hair, the vibrations on your pussy only adding to the pleasure.

what really got you close to the edge though was when his tongue prods itself into your tight hole, making you try and pull away from how overwhelmed you were with how good it felt.

“f-fuck, rin, s’too much.” your thighs start to shake around his head, but he only speeds up. his nose catching on your clit while his tongue dips into you, pumping in and out. you let out a loud moan when you start to cum around his tongue, suna not even daring to stop. if all he could eat for the rest of his life was your pussy, he’d be between your legs all day everyday.

your hips roll into his face, wetness coating his chin and nose. you have to push his head away when it starts to get too much. he pulls away, panting. he wipes his mouth with his sleeve, crawling up on top of you to kiss you. you sigh into the kiss when you taste yourself on his tounge. it got you aroused all over again.

“rinnn” you whine, hands tugging at his hoodie.

“what’s up, baby?” he kisses your cheek, a smug smirk on his face looking down at you. he looked absolutely heavenly looking over you, hands on either side of your head.

“need you” you pout up at him.

“what do you need, hmm?” he sits up on his knees to pull his hoodie over his head, his bare chest and toned abs on display. you practically moan just at the sight of him. you’d never get bored of this view.

“you- your cock… please” your hands go straight to his abs, kissing down his pecs and stomach. he chuckles at you, hand smoothing down your hair.

“want me t’make you feel good?” he pushes your shoulders back down so your back is completley pressed against the sheets. you nod frantically.

“anything for my gorgeous girl.” he slides his pants and boxers off, throwing them somewhere on the floor. while he does this you take your chance to rip your top off, along with your bra.

he crawls back over you, slotting himself between your legs. you look at him expectedly as he pulls out his already hard cock. pre cum already leaking from his raging pink tip.

he lines himself up with you, impatiently siding himself into your needy hole.

you’d never felt him from this angle before, the way he was perfectly slotted inside of you.

he slowly moves his hips, cock sliding deliciously in and out of you. your eyes screw shut.

“g-god rin, feels so good, fuck!” your hands go straight to his shoulders, not caring how badly your manicured nails were dragging down his arms.

but it wasn’t enough for him. he grabs your legs, hoisting them over his shoulders as he pumps even deeper.

“there we go. so f-fucking perfect, baby.” his breath hitched as his pace quickens, fucking into you at the perfect speed and angle.

you let out the most borderline pornographic moan when the head of his cock hits that spongey spot deep inside of you. his hand goes to pinch and tug at your nipples, making you mewl.

“rinn!” you cry out as he pounds into you relentlessly. this was by far your favorite angle with him.

“right here, pretty.” he wants nothing more than to reach down and kiss you, but he didn’t wanna hurt your poor legs. plus you felt so good he didn’t wanna move. so instead his thumb goes to your slick pussy, rubbing and pinching at your clit.

“so fuckin’ messy.” he grunts, your cunt practically trapping him in. you watch as he spits down where you two meet, adding extra lubricant. the sight made you feel so dirty, but so fucking good.

his eyes watched the way his cock entered you so insanley perfectly. like you were made to take him. the wet noises coming from your arousal whenever he thrusts in and out and the sounds of your mixed moans filled the quiet room.

his head rolls back and he groans, he wanted to kiss you so bad.

“fuck- switch. want you to ride me.” you pout when he pulls out, leaving you feeling so empty.

you sit up, as he sits leaning against the headboard. he gives his cock a few pumps when he watches you climb on him, hands on his shoulders as you line his cock up with you. his hands hold your waist for support as you sink yourself down onto him.

you let out a moan when he’s fully seated inside of you. you move off of him almost all the way, bouncing yourself up and down his cock.

“oh-“ you moan as he snaps up his own hips to meet your own. you hear as his head slams against the wooden headboard with a grunt.

he grabs your throat, bringing you in to kiss him. it was messy and needy. all tongue and teeth at how fucked out you both were. he pulls back, his hand still lingering on your throat as the roll of your hips gets faster and faster.

his eyes focus on the marks he left on your neck, running a finger over the fresh dark purple hickies lingering all over your neck and chest. then his eyes go to your bouncing tits, grabbing them and bringing one into his mouth.

you groan when he bites down.

“rin- can’t anymore. g’nna cum” you whine out, your hips getting tired and messy. he sits up more straight, grabbing your hips and slamming up into you, making your eyes roll back.

“cum all over my cock, baby. told ya i’d make you feel good.” sweat beaded up by his brow, he was focusing on his thrusts.

“c-cum inside me rin! please, wanna feel you inside.” you plead. brain feeling like it’s short circuiting, the only thing running through your brain was how good his cock felt pumping inside of you.

he kisses you as you moan into his mouth, cuming around him and squeezing his dick. he pulses inside of you, warm cum filling you up as you share eachothers moans. your kiss goes from rushed and hot to sweet and tender as you come down from your orgasms. neither one of you makes a move to pull away, his cock softening inside of you.

“again?” you pant, kissing his cheek and looking at him with pleading eyes.

you yelp when he pinches your waist, but it turns into a small whine when you feel him get hard inside of you again.

“you’re gonna kill me, gorgeous.”

the clock read 6:28 AM. the sun was barely rising, you lie on rintarou’s chest as you two peacefully slept, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. his fluffy blanket wrapped snug around you.

the front door quietly creeks open, and shuts.

“shit that was loud as fuck” a hushed high pitched voice whispers. the younger suna sneaks up the stairs, shoes in hand, expecting to find you asleep in her bedroom. but the room was empty. the house was silent, her brother’s door closed.

hmm, that’s weird. you guys came back from the party, right?

ami knocks on her brother’s door, loudly in attempt to wake him up.

“hellooo?” she asks where you are, opening the door abruptly. “did you guys not come back from the party-“

“what the fuck?!”

a/n: need suna (requests) i love this man.

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saerins · 11 months

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( 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 ) — 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔

+ suna x f!reader | wc 1.8k | content: fluff, highly suggestive (skinny dipping), college au, best friends to lovers

notes: i …. do not know how this came out it just happened ૮꒰ྀི ´∩∩` ꒱ྀིა i was going somewhere with this but … yeah :’) idk i hope it’s okay >_<

summary: you both are good at living in denial. until now, until neither of you can stay away anymore.

“god, i missed hanging out with you.”

it makes your heart skip a beat; suna’s sudden confession. you look to your right, suna in the passenger seat of his own car with you behind the wheel. his head is thrown back against the seat, his green eyes lost behind his bangs.

you swallow the lump in your throat. “what kind of friend would i be if i left you all to your miserable, lonesome self, huh?”

suna sits up, looking at you, that godforsaken smirk plastered on his face. “as much of a horrible best friend you were back when i was still with haruka.”

he laughs when you flip him off. “please, your girlfriend’s insecurity comes first, okay, rintarou?”

“ex-girlfriend now,” he points out, “and there was nothing to be jealous about, we were just friends, babe.” he’s still laughing, obviously amused by your incredulousness after so long of not being in contact with you, and too used to you that he doesn’t flinch at calling you things like babe.

you extend your index finger, pointing it at him as a warning, “rin, i’m not joking.” because yeah, there was nothing going on, but you and rin were… close. and you’d probably get why some girls wouldn’t be okay with that. some of his girlfriends were fine with it, some of them even made friends with you, but of course some were not. like haruka.

that’s also why you and suna haven’t spoken in well over a year. it’s nothing you can’t handle… really.

but then you feel suna prying your outstretched palm open, your index finger in his hands and his lips pressing softly against your lifeline, a glint of mischief in his green eyes and that favourite smile of his filling your vision and you suddenly remember why you had to pry yourself away in the first place.

“stop being so smug, rin,” you snap, heated cheeks and suddenly remembering to breathe. hurriedly, you yank your hand away from him and start the engine while suna’s still there beside you, staring at you, amused.

“whatever you say, princess.”

it’s been over a month since the breakup with haruka and strangely, suna feels fine. there wasn’t any animosity between them either. it was just two people figuring out that this wasn’t working. they had that spark at first, yeah, but everything after that was just… something. a whole lot of something that suna just wasn’t interested in anymore. neither was she.

funny how he didn’t think he’d want anyone else for a while—until he saw you again on campus. being apart from you took some time getting used to, as it always did, but it wasn’t hard when there was always someone for him to fool around with.

and funny how the moment he started talking to you again that he started thinking maybe he wants it, all of what he had with all those ex-girlfriends, with you. and sue him for thinking that maybe you wanted it too.

“you’re such a slow ass driver, oh my god,” suna groans, earning your glare. now this; this feels like the kind of life he wants. chilling, enjoying night drives, you next to him. just you.

“you take the wheel then,” you huff, indignant.

fuck, you’re so cute.

suna crosses his arms, “nah i’m a little sleepy.”

you roll your eyes, hands on the gearshift, increasing the speed a little after his complaint. he still remembers how you pout when you’re disgruntled, how you idly puff your cheeks out when you’re concentrating, how you bite your lip when you’re nervous.

maybe his repressed feelings are catching up to him. maybe they’re telling him to just fucking get it over and done with because he’s done pretending.

you’re driving him to your parents’ holiday beach house after all, because your parents are rich like that and have absolutely no notion of saving simply because they never had the need to. you’re able to enjoy the spoils of it all.

plus, your car’s probably a thousand times better than his semi-beat up gt-r but here you are, insisting on driving his car instead of yours.

suna steals a sideways glance at you, the yellow from the street lamps bouncing off your face in all the right ways. god, you’re fucking pretty.

maybe he’ll make a move after all.

“can’t remember the last time i was here,” suna sighs as he gets out of the car. his heart is beating out of his chest; you don’t need to know that. he acts normal, like he isn’t anticipating anything with you, like he still thinks you’re just his friend, as though either of you can continue pretending like this.

because sure, when would a guy and a girl go to a beach house together completely platonic? suna thinks if there were people like that they’d be insane. especially if it’s with you because—he steals a glance at you again, dragging your weekend bag along with you as you fumble with the keys to open the door—look how goddamn beautiful you are.

and he thinks even more so one hour later, when you come out of the house in your swimsuit, looking hot as hell that suna’s glad he’s already in the water because you don’t need to see him reacting to that.

“what, you pussying out on me, rin?” you tease later, when he had half jokingly dared you to turn this into a skinny dip.

suna narrows his eyes at you, and for a moment it’s like you realise that he doesn’t look like his usual, smug self. like you can tell his expression’s growing soft. “i’ll do it if you do.”

some part of him is wishing you’ll say no, and not because he doesn’t want to see all of you (because he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about you when he’s alone sometimes)—but because he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to hold back if he does.

maybe you’re oblivious to that, though, because you swim closer, throwing your arms around his shoulders and grinning. “my bottom’s off,” you tell him, and he can’t get it out of his head how you sound absolutely sinful.

with the sea so dark, he’s cursing it for not letting him see you.

“your top’s still on,” he tells you, eyeing the straps, eyes glazed with full-blown lust. so are yours, as he realises the moment he flicks his greens to you.

you’re not grinning anymore when you speak, “untie it for me.” you look a little timid, like you’re a little too aware of how his index finger is trailing a path down your spine—and yes, your bottoms are definitely off, probably lost in the bottom of the ocean somewhere.

suna doesn’t say a word, only relishes the way your breath hits his lips, enough of a compensation for a kiss for now, while his other free hand undoes the strap on your right, and then left, until your top goes limp and is probably joining your bottom soon.

it’s taking everything in him not to just carry you up so he can look at you. you smirk when you catch him thinking; like you know exactly what’s going on in his head.

because you do, he’s your best friend after all.

“let’s get back to the house, i’m freezing,” you grin, knowing that he’s groaning on the inside.

“fucking tease,” he’s grinning now too, watching as you float back towards the shore, pulling him along.

when you get out of the ocean, he stays still as you pick your towel up off the lounge chair, swallowing the lump in his throat as he admires you, bare body and so so perfect. he doesn’t mind dying tonight after this.

“quit staring, perv,” you giggle as you toss him his towel.

suna’s not crazy for thinking you’re into him too right? with the way you look at him with those eyes, with the way your fingers linger above his for a little too long.

“what’s wrong with staring?” he asks, challenging you, inching closer, feeling the smugness wear off when you realise you’re chest to chest, the kind of proximity you didn’t allow for earlier.

you’re stubborn, you insist on playing along, refusing to back down. “quit it, or i’ll think you like me, rin.”

it’s borderline amusing how you’re almost breathless by the time his forehead presses against yours, his fingers brushing your sides through your towel. your breath hitches in your throat and he likes that, likes you, so maybe he should keep staring.

“what’s wrong with that?”

he’s treading that line you’re always so afraid to cross, but fuck he just wants to pull you with him, take you back to your house and fucking love you like that’s all he knows.

but he’s patient, he’ll wait—because he wants you to make the move. to close that gap, to inch even closer than he has.

you’re nervous, but your hands come up to his cheeks and you give him that relief he seeks; your lips taste even better than he thought they would, and you sound like paradise. the way you gentle tug on his bottom lip before you eventually pull away has him going crazy, though maybe to be fair, he’s been going crazy for a while now, thinking of you in every crevice of his room whenever he’s alone.

“finally,” he exhales, taking some pride in the way you seem to have weak knees now, leaning on him. “maybe some of my exes had a point.”

you laugh, playfully pushing his chest away, “oh our first kiss and you’re going to talk about exes? i could tell you all about the time i dated kiyo—”

suna shuts you up forcefully with a kiss, both pairs of your legs clumsily hitting sand and rocks and the cobblestone path as the urgency to get back to the house hits.

“don’t wanna hear you say another guy’s name,” suna tells you in between kisses, smirking against your lips when he hears you whining as he pulls away. “just my name okay, baby?”

it’s hard not to fall for him when he’s like this; when even before everything he calls you pet names and introduces you to his family, when he always puts an arm around you and holds you close, when everytime he breaks up with someone and you inevitably draw close again that it feels like nothing’s changed.

“yeah, only you, rin.”

that smile will be the death of you, and his whisper of good girl against your ear is the ultimatum.

maybe you’ve always had a thing for your best friend.

now you finally get him.

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kisses4suna · 2 years

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“it’s just nine months baby. i’ll be back in no time, alright? i love you so much.” rintarou plants a kiss on your forehead, cupping your cheeks. “just nine?” you ask frowning, “just nine.” he responds smiling, although in the back of his head he knows he’ll go crazy not seeing you everyday.

another away game it is. this time longer than you thought it’d be. almost a year without your boyfriend, almost a year without any company, almost a year without your soulmate, your other half. nine months seems like a short time but for you and rin, nine months is just enough time to change someone- good or bad.

you watch as he drags his luggage away, carrying his duffel bag on his shoulder, he turns around and smirks, “i love you” is what you read off from his lips. you give him a small wave, whispering “i love you too” even though you knew he wouldn’t hear you.

nine seconds pass and you’re standing still in place watching his figure enter the plane.

nine minutes pass and you finally snap out of it, texting him a quick “fly safe rin”, you don’t know why you’re being dramatic its just nine months.

nine hours pass and you’re alone in your bed, thinking about how his plane ride is going, japan to argentina is a long time. and here you are alone in bed thinking about it.

nine days pass and you’re on call with him. “how’s training?” you ask smiling. “ugh don’t even remind me.” you could tell he’s tired but he just wants to hear your voice, “get some rest rin, i love you.”

nine weeks pass and you turn on your tv, your boyfriends face on the screen, he’s being interviewed. “Mr. Suna! how is your girlfriend back at home?” hearing those words he smiles and sighs, “she’s doing good, we’re doing good. i miss her a lot..” he says looking down. “Any words for her if she’s watching this back at home?” the interviewer asks, suna takes a deep breath thinking of what to say, “just hang on in there baby, i’ll be back in no time. y/n, i love you.” you smile and text him, “i love you too rin.”, he looks down on his phone during the quick interview and smiles.

every second, every minute, every hour, day, week, month, he thought of you. you thought of him.

nine more weeks till he’s back in your arms.

nine more days till you see the love of your life.

nine more hours till you see him, and you’re driving through the heavy rain, traffic blocks you from getting to the airport.

nine more minutes till his plane lands.

nine more seconds till he comes bursting through the boarding gate.

just nine.

and there he is, running up to you with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen him have.

“hi.” he whispers in your ear. he doesn’t care if he dropped all of his belongings on the floor, seeing you is worth it all. tears form in your eyes, as he cups your face, “i told you i’d be back in no time.”

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hqbaby · 8 months

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twelve — an agreement

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.4k content. swearing, mentions of sex, dick talk

It takes you a day to get over it. A day to get over your emotions and back under him. It’s pretty easy, if you’re being honest. You didn’t survive a year of sneaking around by trusting Suna Rintarou with your feelings. You’re not stupid. You know better than that.

“Can you get my lotion?” you call out, drying your hair on his bed while you scroll through your phone. “The old one, not the new one.”

“Where is it?”

“Beside your gel.”

He walks out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, and he tosses the bottle at you. “Catch.”

It topples into your lap. “Thanks,” you say mindlessly, eyes focused on your screen.

A notification pops up.

tsumu: do u wanna play smash bros

you: is that ur way of asking to fuck?

tsumu: WHAT

tsumu: IT’S A GAME U PERVERT

you: ik i’m just kidding

you: i’ll be over in a bit

“Why are you smiling?” Suna asks, putting on his shirt as he watches you type furiously. He smirks. “Still thinking about what I did to you in the shower?”

You shake your head. “Don’t even know what you’re talking about,” you say coyly, getting up. “I’m gonna go. I got somewhere to be.”

“Do you want me to drive you?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, so it’s Atsumu.”

You glance at him and shrug. “Why do you care?” you ask, changing out of his clothes and into yours. “This is just sex, right?”

It’s petty, you know, but he deserves it. Just because you’re giving him what he wants, doesn’t mean you’re going to make it easy.

He rolls his eyes. “I told you I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know. I’m just kidding.” You grin at him as you put your perfume on. When he gives you an unconvinced look, you say, “Seriously, Rin. I don’t care. It’s true anyway.”

“You know it’s not true.”

“I mean, it kinda is.”

Suna shakes his head but decides to drop it. He won’t win. He never wins against you. “Why won’t you let me drive you to Atsumu’s?”

You check yourself in the mirror one last time before walking over to peck his cheek. “Because you don’t want people to know,” you tell him, patting his shoulder. “And, honestly, I don’t want people to know either.”

“What?” he asks, stunned. You’ve never said that to him before. For as long as this has been going on between the two of you, it’s always been hidden for his benefit, never yours. “Why?”

You give him one last look. “I’ve got a reputation too, you know,” you say, winking at him before leaving the room.

“Where’s the coffee?” you ask, opening a cupboard to find it empty as usual.

“My room!” Atsumu tells you, focused on the game he and Osamu are engrossed in. “Bedside table, third drawer.”

“Got it.”

You make your way over to his room. It’s a little more cluttered than the first time you visited, but it’s pretty much the same. You grab the jar of coffee and take the jacket that’s on his bed, slipping it on as you go back out and close the door behind you.

The twins are taking a break, both on their phones. Atsumu smiles when he sees you, following you into the kitchen.

“Ya found it?” he asks, pulling out some mugs he must have stashed… somewhere.

“Yup,” you hold the jar up. “It was right beside the condoms.”

He grins at you cheekily. “Alphabetical order, babe.”

You chuckle. “Makes sense.”

The two of you set about making the coffee, Atsumu finding everything you need and you putting it all together. It’s like clockwork, the way you move. Like you’ve been doing this your whole lives even if you’ve only done it a few times. You rarely stay over at their place, what with it being so austere.

“Yer like an old married couple,” Osamu sighs, watching the two of you from the counter with his head resting in his hands. “‘Tsumu even looks the part.”

“Hey!” Atsumu says. He opens his mouth to hurl an insult at his brother when he stops in his tracks, catching sight of what you’re wearing. “That’s my jacket.”

You look down at the piece of clothing. “Oh, yeah, I was a little cold, I thought I’d borrow it,” you say. You’ve worn his clothes before, you never thought it was a problem. “Do you want it back? I can get something else—”

“No!” he says quickly. “Nah, it’s just—it’s my varsity jacket. Has ‘Miya’ written on the back.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. “O-okay?”

Osamu sputters out laughing. “Yer really bad at this, man.”

Atsumu’s cheeks turn red. “I just meant to say it looks good on ya,” he tells you. “Ya can keep it. Wear it to school or somethin’—I mean! Only if ya wanna!”

“Oh,” you say, eyes widening when you realize what he means. He wants you to wear his name. He wants people to know that he wants you to wear his name. You can feel your heart racing. “Yeah, I can-I can do that. Thank you.”

Fuck Rin.

The other twin guffaws. “Yer the same kinda hopeless!” he says. “I love it!”

Atsumu turns his attention to him and they start arguing over something or other. You don’t really hear much of it. You’re too busy sipping your coffee and feeling the fabric of Atsumu’s jacket on your skin.

Miya.

You don’t mind it. You don’t mind it at all.

The two of you end up leaving the apartment when Osamu and his latest conquest start having loud, nasty sex in his room. You’re pretty sure it’s payback for all the times you and Atsumu have done the same thing to him.

You find yourselves sitting on a bench in a park across their building, staring up at the sky and pointing out which clouds look like dicks and which don’t.

“That one looks like yours,” you say, pointing at one particular cloud off to the side. “It even has your little curve thing.”

“I have a curve thing?” he asks. “I didn’t know that.”

You nod. “You do,” you tell him. “Makes it harder to suck you off.”

“Does not.”

“Does too.”

He points at another cloud. “That looks like Omi-Omi’s.”

“How do you know what Sakusa’s dick looks like?”

“What do ya think we do in the locker room?”

“Gross.” You turn your head back down, away from the clouds, and take in the view around you. The park is small, nothing special, but it has nice trees. Their colors are all changing as summer takes its last breath. “Hey, ‘Tsumu?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you serious about this?”

He looks at you with a raised brow. “Whaddya mean?”

“This,” you say, looking at him. “Us.”

Atsumu considers it for a moment.

You know something like this would normally scare you. Serious conversations and heartfelt responses aren’t your strong suits, especially when you’re fully-clothed and in public. Somehow, being so out in the open just makes conversations so much worse. But, for some reason, you’re not so scared right now. For some reason, the fact that you’re talking to Atsumu and no one else makes it better. Like your heart can take it.

“I am,” he says eventually. “I’m serious.”

You hum at his answer. “If I asked you to be my boyfriend, would you say yes?”

“Are ya askin’ if I wanna be yer boyfriend?”

You shake your head. “No,” you tell him. “Just asking hypothetically.”

“Well,” he says, stretching the word out on his tongue, “I guess, hypothetically, I’d say yes.”

“Really?” You glance at him with wide eyes. Maybe Rin was right.

He snorts at your surprise. “Did ya want me to say no?”

You sit with the question for a moment. You don’t really know why you asked. You don’t really know what you expected him to say. You don’t know what you wanted him to say.

“No,” you decide. “I think ‘yes’ is the better answer.”

Atsumu offers you a self-satisfied grin. “I think so too.”

“Good.” You smile at him. “I’m glad we agree then.”

He reaches out to hold your hands in his. His touch is soft and warm, a little calloused, but nice. You don’t mind it. You have to admit you might actually like it. You like it more than you thought you did.

notes. we are now entering… team atsumu territory 🫣

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universalistotalis · 10 months

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Beautiful Temptation

Suna Rintarou (Haikyuu! Timeskip x Reader)

Masterlist!

Hello! I’m kinda back after a long time! This has been saved in my drafts for so long too, I just had to share it with you all! Hope you give our dear Suna some love! x

!!!Minors do not interact!!!

Warnings: nsfw, language

WC: 930

Suna Rintarou was intoxicated by you. He may have had his fifth drink of the night in his hands but he has been drinking you in ever since you entered the room. And now, he was dizzy.

The alcohol wasn’t kicking in yet, no. The visual of your plump, cute, little figure prancing inside the bar was driving him fucking insane. Never did he think he’d see you wear that short of a dress being so cool and laid back, when at work, you kept everything professional. As he got to know you, he admired you for your work etiquette and quirky personality that he wished, prayed even, that you would swoon for him like all the other women around you. Even just a little…

His eyes were watching you like a hawk all night, memorizing the way you laughed and the way you crumpled your face at every shot you took. He didn’t want to acknowledge it, but he was so whipped, it was unbelievable.

“Let’s goooo!” One of your friends shouted and your group went to the dance floor to have more fun.

He was about to lose his goddamn mind at this point. His pants got tighter at the view of your hips dancing to the blasting beat of the song. Albeit shyly, but damn! He swore he tried his best to look away, it was for your AND his own sake.

But fuck it! Your dress was riding up your thigh and he was already shaking at the amount of soft flesh you were flashing him with.

“Shit.” He cursed your name underneath his breath. You were such a temptation to endure but he didn’t have the strength to fight his feelings tonight. So with one big gulp of his liquid courage, he walked straight to you.

The hand on your hip came as a surprise. You’ve heard stories about this from your friends but it startled you nonetheless. This was your first time partying and you never thought someone would do such a thing. And as you turned around, you never could have thought who had the audacity to lay a finger on you.

“Suna!” Your voice squeaked.

“Hey there, sunshine. Fancy seeing you here.” He smirked, stepping closer and leaning into your ear.

It wasn’t fair how beautiful Suna Rintaro is. You tried your best to always keep your composure around him but sometimes, it was an impossible task. The flashing lights casted highlights and shadows on his pretty face and each time, he seems more irresistible than ever. His smirk never wavered and his touch ignited a fire deep within your soul. And if that wasn’t enough, he sent a wink your way.

You were burning at this point, ready to fucking combust at any moment. Your breath hitched but you recovered quickly and returned his friendliness with a smile. And it may not look like it but that was enough to make him deranged.

“W-what are you doing here?” You stuttered as he took a step closer.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Same as you? I just wanted to have a good time.”

You wanted to wipe the stupid foxy smile on his handsome face. It was ridiculous, the things that he was making you feel. He was so tall and the way his body was dancing to the beat, so graceful and suave, was making you water in the mouth.

Get yourself together!

“Do you come here often?” You asked, breathless, still dazed, running out of things to say.

“No.” He replied, taking your hand as you both swayed to the music. His arm extended upwards, probing you to do a twirl and you did. But as your back faced him, he took the chance of catching your hips and connecting yours with his front. “I’m glad that I’m here the same time as you, though. Aren’t I a lucky guy?”

Hairs on the back of your neck stood up as he breathed on your nape. His lips ghosted on your skin and his hands squeezed at the plush of your waist. You couldn’t help but sigh at his actions, surprised at how good the electricity felt. You leaned further into him, allowing him to give you a full embrace, his warmth encasing your being. It was almost comforting until you felt the wet and stinging sensation of his teeth, his tongue, and his mouth on your neck. He then sucked unapologetically and there was nothing you could do but extend and expose everything you had for him.

“Hmm, you like that, sweetheart?” He chuckled, not missing the hitch on your breath. His hands didn’t waste a second of pushing you more onto him, losing all sanity at your proximity. “God, fuck! You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you. I can’t keep hiding myself from you any longer.”

His whispers were so aggressive, mimicking his death grip on your skin. His hips bucked and pushed harder onto your ass making his bulge known.

You have never felt so wanton! This was so wrong yet so right! Your head was swimming from all the new sensations that he brings. And it doesn’t help that you wanted him to death too! This was what your fantasies were made of! Him touching you in places for you to reach euphoria…

“Fuck.” You cursed, softly as you felt his fingers swiftly touch your breasts.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating on your back. “Oh, baby, what I’d give to hear you scream that for me.”

A whimper left you again as he turned you around to face him. “Please, go home with me tonight, angel. I promise to take care of you.”

“S-suna, I—“

“Please.” He pleaded, kissing your forehead. “Please, I need you so bad.”

You licked your lips, not knowing what to say. “I-i’ve never done this before.” You whispered and stuttered.

Suna tucked your hair behind your ears and gave you a sincere smile as he said your name. “No need to worry about that, I’ve got you. I swear I’ll take such good care of you… if you’ll let me.”

With your lips almost touching, you lost all inhibitions.

So you nodded and agreed to his beautiful temptation.

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Masterlist!

HAVE YALL SEEN THAT MAN IN THE FUTURE GODDAMN! I AM SEATED SIR!

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sweetdreamlandstuff · 2 years

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Attractive things the Haikyu men do

Summary: A collection of things they do or habits they have that are sexy/attractive. Really soft because I’m in my feelings

Characters: timeskip Suna/Ushijima/Ukai/Oikawa/Iwaizumi/Osamu x gender neutral reader

Notes: No smut today lol I hope you guys still enjoy <3 Let me know what you think! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated :)

Part 2 here

Warnings: mention of weed in Ukai’s part, Iwaizumi’s part is quite suggestive

Rintarou Suna

Yes, smoking is bad for you. You’re aware of that. It is actually especially bad for you when Suna does it. The sight of him smoking nearly sends you into cardiac arrest every time.

The cigarette in his slender hand, his half-lidded eyes peering down. The low click the lighter makes before its flame paints orange hues onto his skin. The light reflects beautifully in his green irises. Suna looks ethereal like that. The light illuminating him flatters him, sharpening the contours of his face.

The end of his cigarette glows red as he takes his first drag. The smoke he exhales whirls out of his parted lips, floating towards the night sky.

Your glance lingers on him far too long but you’re unable to tear your eyes away. Not even when Suna lifts his gaze to lock his eyes with you.

“You want to have a drag?” He asks, his voice hoarse as his smoldering eyes peer into yours.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima is a little bit oblivious. Especially when it comes to the effect he has on you. You’ve been with him since years and he still gets your heart racing - more than he should. And he probably doesn’t even know how he does it.

Just like now, leaning casually against the doorframe, with his arms above his head. You ogle his impressing biceps, barely listening to what he is saying. His deep voice is only background noise to you, as you let your gaze travel down his body.

His T-shirt is slightly riding up, revealing part of his trained abdomen and the little trail of hair leading downwards, disappearing behind his shorts. You bite down onto your bottom lip unconsciously.

“Are you listening?” His deep voice reaches you.

You perk up, raising your eyes to his. Ushijima’s expression is gentle, if not worried, his olive eyes fixed on yours sternly.

“Yeah,” you breathe. And once again he is unaware of his effect on you.

Keishin Ukai

You watch his skilled hands work. Even an amateur could spot how often Keishin has done this; rolling himself a joint. There’s no movement too much, everything is perfectly executed. You watch his large hands twist the grinder with the weed. You observe the way the paper glides between his fingertips as he rolls the joint.

And after that comes your favorite part of his perfected routine. His tongue peeking out of his mouth as he licks the paper, while his eyes rest on you. The first time he looked at you like that you let out a quiet gasp (and you still thank the universe that he didn’t hear that).

But Ukai probably still knows how you like that; watching him drag his tongue along the joint. He observes you as well, noticing the way your pupils dilate, watching the way your lips part slightly in awe. And he always hates it when you avert your gaze, reluctantly tearing your captivating eyes away from him.

Tooru Oikawa

You lean against the doorframe slightly lowering your hand that holds your phone. You forget all about what you wanted to show him when you see him.

Oikawa is sitting on the desk. He’s so concentrated on the screen in front of him that he doesn’t even notice your presence. You watch him for a few minutes; a slight smile tugging at your lips.

You love when he looks like that; his hazel eyes full of determination, his hair slightly disheveled, evidence of how his fingers must have threaded through his locks just a moment ago.

But what you like most is the way his tongue sticks out of his mouth, just a little bit. You can’t exactly pinpoint why but it drives you insane. It’s cute and all too attractive. Your chest warms as you are reminded of how lucky you are that you’re the one that gets to see Oikawa like this.

Hajime Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi probably couldn’t tell you why you two always end up like this. One moment he is in the middle of a heated argument and in the next he has your legs thrown over his shoulders. Iwaizumi doesn’t know why - but you do.

Maybe you should talk with your therapist about it, but you can’t deny the fact that you like it when he’s angry. Frankly, it turns you on. That is because Iwaizumi just looks good like that; clenching his jaw, which highlights his jawline even more. The glint in his dark eyes, as they gaze into yours sternly. The slight furrow of his brow, and the way he clenches his fists.

Your heart flutters in your chest when you observe him like this in front of you. And after some time you just forget what you two were fighting about anyway. Eventually, the anger you two feel gets channeled in a way both of you can’t complain about.

Osamu Miya

You like it when the day ends like this; you sitting on the kitchen counter as you watch Osamu cooking. He thinks you just like to keep him company, which is true of course. But there’s another layer to it, an aspect he hasn’t figured out yet.

You like to watch him cooking. It’s written all over his face how much he loves to. Watching him gives you maybe just as much joy as he gets from doing it.

His grey eyes are gleaming, a gentle smile on his lips, his usual neutral countenance vanished, making room for a softer, fulfilled expression. This expression on his face has your chest swelling with affection every time.

As you watch Osamu you listen to his deep, gentle voice as he narrates his steps to you. You don’t particularly listen to the content of it, rather to the sound of his voice. You truly could listen to him like that forever.

You observe his skilled hands chopping up whatever is on the cutting board efficiently. You’ve seen this way too many times to still be impressed by it. But you still are.

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poursomesunaonme · 2 years

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you drive suna rintarou absolutely insane.

he’s never had a stable partner, never really been interested in anyone in that manner, before he meets you. it isn’t like he resisted something of the sort time and time again, he just never felt a genuine attraction to anyone.

the day he meets you, it’s as if the sun broke through a thousand years worth of clouds. he’s completely enamored with you from the very beginning. it’s impossible to ignore the earth shattering magnetism that drew him to you.

the feeling throws him completely off his guard at first - how his heart skips a beat in his chest and how his mouth dries out immediately. how strange it is to feel so nervous but to also be carried by feet he can’t control directly to you to ask you for your number.

it isn’t long before the two of you fall head over heels - or rather, you catch up to suna’s level of affection. you start seeing each other regularly before you can even blink.

suna finds the needs to touch you at all times so peculiar. again, he’s never felt that a day in his life. but he can’t keep his lips off the back of your hand (“like a stuck up prince or something,” he always thinks) or your eyelids or every inch of your body for that matter. he always hates watching people all over each other in public but he just can’t. keep. his hands off you.

you must have put some kind of spell on him. he simply couldn’t for no reason be so infatuated with the way you move, or the way you smell, how the way your nose crinkles when he pokes it with his tongue when he pulls back from shoving it down your throat, or your guffaws when you’re on top of him and he wraps his arms around you and digs his fingers into your sides to trap you in a tickle.

still, no matter what, he’ll always be dumbfounded by the fact that he’ll get you the biggest, most obnoxious stuffed animal even though he’ll look like an idiot walking down the street with a giant stuffie, but he knows you’ll adore it.

it feels so trivial, but his heart skipped a beat when he finally told you that he was a pro volleyball player and you said that you were going to make every single match possible. but even so, he can still play past crippling exhaustion, spurred by your cheers.

it’s easy for him to analyze a game, analyze the players’ moves and habits, yet he can’t quite analyze you. you’re like a puzzle hes always wanted to figure out as much as you say youre an open book. maybe he’s just always wondered why him.

it’s not anything deprecating. he just never found anything else intriguing besides you, so what was it about himself? he was never sure, yet you say it’s absolutely everything (with a brilliant smile and a sweet, deepening kiss). he can’t really describe his feelings as anything but the same, so maybe it’s meant to be, after all.

of course, there’s no one that will know the answer as to why he feels this way like kita does. his friend’s eyes nearly bulge out of his face when he hears the adoration in suna’s voice, how some person finally managed to make him pull his head out of his ass whether he knew it or not. the main reason suna chose kita was because he knew his old captain would tell the truth. and tell the truth he did.

“you’re in love with them, that’s why.”

and somehow, some way, suna was perfectly content with that. deep down, he already knew. that’s exactly why he was driving to your place the very next minute, absolutely dying to tell you. with a sly smile and a full heart, the elusive suna rintarou gives his heart only to you.

@fittsythesnail come n get it >:)

#🪐beanie writes!#suna rintarou #suna x you #suna fluff #suna x reader

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skwzks · 1 year

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Piercer!Suna Rintarou

Warnings: aged up character, fem!reader, Lot of kissing, Suna sitting on your lap ><, Mention of blood and needle, Blood eating (?), grinding, mention of alcohol, petnames

word counts: ± 1,1k words

Today is his birthday 🎂

Sorry for bad english, it's not my first language.

It only took 10 minutes drive from your apartment to Suna's piercing shop. You park your car and text him telling that you already outside of his shop. The sign outside says 'closed', so you know its just going to be only you and your boyfriend in there.

He lets you in before he closes the door behind you. Leading you to his room by your waist and giving you butterfly kisses on your cheek. "You look so pretty." He whispers and kisses your cheek again.

Suna lets you sit on the bed and pull a chair in front of you. He positioning himself between your leg and rest both of his hands on your waist.

"So, you said you want a piercing?" you brush his hair back and nod, "and you want me to do it?" you nod again.

He gives you his little handsome smile, "where do you want me to do it, beautiful?"

"My tongue." You answered him fast and pulling out your tongue to show him and put it back again. His grins wider and he chuckle before he gets up from his seat.

"Oh? Are you sure?" He shoved his face close enough till you can feel his breath hitting your face. "One hundred percent sure."

"Have you clean your mouth?"

"I've brush my teach, gums, and tongue. I've also floss, but i haven't gargle because i forgot to buy a new mouthwash."

"Good girl, but we can't do your piercing if you didn't do it." He smile teasingly and don't wanna do anything except punching him on his face... with your mouth.

"Well... do you have mouthwash here?"

"I do."

"Then I'm gonna do it here."

You jumped down from the bed before making your way to his bathroom. He got two bathroom on his shop. One for him personally, and the other for his costumer.

He follows you from behind and watching you doing your stuff silently. Opening his drawer and pulling out everything that you need. You struggle with your hair get in the way, then Suna take initiative to pull your hair up, making sure it didn't get in your mouth. You can feel butterflies flying in your stomach. You love him so much. (Girl same 😣)

After finishing up with your stuff, you wipe your face with a little towel that he gives you. "I'm doneee!" You turn around and look at him, "now you can do my piercing."

He laughed and pinch your cheek lightly. "Yeah, wait for me in my room would you?"

"Okay!" You answer cheerfully before leaving him.

Not long after, Suna comes in the room with all of his tools and a bottle of vodka. You stared at it for a good minute before asking, "why do you need vodka?"

"I need something to sanitize your tongue."

'Huh?'

You nod and let him do everything that he needs. "Sit on the bed," he commands that you follow obediently. He then climb the bed then swung his leg over your thighs and straddling you. He can feel your breath hitched, and your body stiffen. "Easy there, pretty. There's nothing to worry about. Im not going to hurt you," he peck your temple, "a man just doing his job here."

"You always doing this when someone wanna get a tongue pierce?" You frowned. He chuckled, "of course not, silly. I'm only doing this for you."

He put on his gloves and picking up a little square bowl. his piercing needle, forcep clamps, and a marker that you believe Suna already sanitize. "Now open your mouth and let out your tongue." You do as he said. "Lift up your tongue for me," he examine the underside of your tongue before marking the safe spot with a marker. Avoiding the large veins under your tongue that might cause a dangerous situation.

He then place the forcep clamps on your tongue. Checking the underside of your tongue again before he picking up his needle. "This might be hurt, but i believe you already know that. Just grip my thighs if you want." You nod a little and place both of your hand on Suna's thighs.

Suna grins again. His breath getting hotter, his eyes getting darker, and you can see his cheeks getting red while he look down on you with your tongue out. He teasingly grinds a little on top of you, making you accidentally let out a stuttered sigh and moans. It's not like you can hold it with your mouth open.

"You look so... fuckable from up here." He mumble quietly. You close your eyes, avoiding his burning gaze. He chuckle and kisses your cheek before going back to his job.

He push the needle straight through your tongue, firm and steady but fast. Your grip onto Suna's thighs, hoping it could ease the pain. Suna pull his forcep clamps out of your tongue and putting the piercing balls on both side of the needle. "Is that comfortable?" You slowly open your eyes and Suna's face were already inch close to your face. You hold your gaze with him and nod your head slowly.

"Good... very good." He says quietly before pulling you by your cheek and pushing his tongue into your mouth. Licking the blood on your tongue clean, making you moan both in pain and pleasure. He pull his head back and reach the bottle of vodka. He opens it and put the liquid in his mouth, all while holding eye contact with you.

He put one of his hand behind your head and the other on your cheek. His thumb tapping your lips, telling you to open it. You slowly open your mouth and he lowered his head before pouring all of the vodka on his mouth into yours. It was messy, half of the liquid was spilled out, sliding down your neck to your body, and clothes. You can feel the burning sensation instantly hitting your tongue especially the piercing area, and your throat.

Once again, Suna presses slow kisses to your lips. You let out a small moans before placing your hands on his neck, pulling him deeper. His slow kisses turned into hungry kisses as his hands roaming through your body, worshipping every part of you with his fingers.

He pull away and there's a string of saliva connecting both of your lips and his. He watch as you tried to catch your breath after your long make out session, "you okay?" He asked you.

"Mhm." You answered shortly still trying to catch your breath. He smiles and climb down off you before he take off his shirt. "I need you." He kisses your neck, "i fucking need to be inside you right now."

Well, this is the price for piercing your tongue in Suna's shop. Not bad.

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oiks-milkbread · 2 years

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Haikyuu husbands headcanons

Warnings: I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible, but in oikawa's one he calls you "my wife", in kuroo's one there's a pads mention (which are used not only by girls ofc);

((It's 5am, hopefully there aren't mistakes))

Oikawa Tooru

- tries to be sneaky about the proposal, but you get it as soon as he tries to understand your finger size;

- when he sees you walking down the aisle he starts crying;

- will brag about you at any given chance;

- "I have to come home to my wife", "yesterday my wife cooked...", "I'll buy flowers for my wife";

- likes to watch you during your skincare routine;

- will remind you to apply sunscreen;

- a lot of compliments;

- will occasionally comb your hair or try to braid it;

- enjoys shopping with you;

- will ask your opinion about his outfit;

- massages your shoulders when you're stressed;

- always holds your hand in public;

- loves to watch the nightsky with you;

- his screensaver is a picture of you, probably while you're doing something silly,

Miya Atsumu

- you know when he will propose, you can see the panick in his eyes;

- the day before your wedding he's a mess;

- similarly to oikawa, he will brag about you at any given occasion;

- will bring home your favourite sweets;

- takes you in his arms and makes you spin;

- passionate goodbye kisses at the airport;

- loves when you take care of him when he's sick, he will be extra dramatic to have your attention;

- will glare at anyone who looks too intensely at you;

- falls asleep on your chest while you watch a series;

- always cups your face;

- hogs the sheets;

- beach dates;

- pouts everytime you don't give him attention;

- likes to bite your lower lip;

- blushes when you call him my husband;

Miya Osamu

- gives you an extra scoop of rice or let you have the last slice of pizza;

- hides his face in the crook of your neck when he's stressed or embarasssd;

- best hugger;

- always worries if you're cold during winter;

- during summer he will carry with him an extra water bottle for you;

- likes to play with your hands;

- board game nights;

- always ready to comfort you after a nightmare;

- loves to cook for you;

- blushes when you pepper his face with kisses;

- likes when you tell him stories to make him fall asleep;

- sends you cute animals videos or pictures;

- like atsumu, he hogs the sheets too;

- sometimes, instead of holding hands, you latch your pinkies togheter;

Suna Rintarou

- will repair what's broken at home;

- will protect you from bugs, catches them and let them go outside the house;

- neck bites;

- will make you tea;

- has a special ringtone for you;

- park dates;

- will switch on the ac so you have to hug him in order to stay warm;

- knuckles kisses;

- he likes when you take care of his hands, especially after a long volleyball practice or a difficult match;

- puts a blanket on you while you nap on the sofa;

- will complain if your feet are cold;

- then he will buy some fuzzy socks for you;

- reminds you to take the umbrella with you if it's going to rain;

- will order take outs if you don't want to cook;

- will complain a little bit if you ask him to do something he doesn't want to do, but he will still do it;

Kuroo Tetsurou

- on your wedding day he seems calm and dashing, inside he's a mess, his hand become cold and sweaty;

- corny jocks;

- back hugs;

- he likes to go to the library with you and talk about books;

- he's the one that complains to the waiter if your order is wrong;

- always brings pads and painkillers with him, in case you need them during a date;

- loves when you scratch his back or play with his hair;

- he kisses you before getting up in the morning;

- cafe dates;

- let you choose what to listen to when you're in the car;

- has a picture of you and of your wedding on his desk;

Akaashi Keiji

- always asks if you ate;

- reminds you to drink water;

- sometimes he gifts you flowers out of the blue;

- drives you to doctor appointments;

- will remember every important date;

- likes when you remove his glasses to kiss his lids;

- secretly wishes you pull his tie to kiss him;

- sometimes he just wants to be the little spoon;

- forehead kisses;

- calls you my love;

- never forgets to text you goodnight if you're apart;

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starreo · 28 days

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multi-character x fem! drabble.

includes MAJOR self indulgent work, situationship, strict parents raise sneaky kids, and adult themes so, mdni.

he was always punctual. never tard, always there at 11pm sharp, outside the black gates of your home. headlights off, so as to not alert any meddlesome neighbours. but you'd look down each time, from your window, to find the front bumper of his silver mercedes benz, always peeking through the end of the white walls.

so you'd slip on your tight skirt, and slip out of your window, placing that science textbook between the sill and the frame, so you could go back in later.

tip-toeing almost professionally on the edge of the roof, you'd then step onto your mom's car, and then carefully get down by stepping on the hood, and finally on the pavement.

excitement always bubbling in the pit of your stomach, as your bare feet padded across the pavement, slipping through the black gates you'd left open before dinner.

heat spreading across your cheeks as you saw his face again. this happened every week, every saturday, every midnight.

but some things, you just can't get used to.

so, shyly, you'd lock eyes with his, and notice his fitted white shirt, his slicked back hair, and his daydream look. soft footsteps into his car, it was routine by that point.

he'd reach out his hand, cupping your jaw and gently placing his lips on yours, murmuring between the kiss about how it's been a while. and you'd hum, pulling him back in for another.

smiling as he'd start the engine then, and drive down the lane. the view of your home, where your parents slept under the assumption that you were studying for a test. strict parents raised sneaky kids, didn't they?

and then the long drives, the jokes, the flirty smiles, the feet on his dashboard, the slow slide of your foot from his dashboard to his shoulder, then the slide down his abs to his groin area, the faux-complaints made by him, about how he might crash the car.

but he never did.

he'd take long laps across the beach, simultaneously watching you as you watched the water in amazement. a smile would creep up on his face and he'd place a hand on your thigh. you'd look back, and lean in towards him, and he'd stop the car on the side, and pull his seat back, watching with wild eyes as you'd crawl onto his lap.

one kiss. another kiss. and another one. and then you'd come back up to face him, eyes quivering as you'd ask, "so, is there anyone interesting at the university yet?" hoping there isn't, your fist would bunch up his white t-shirt. and his callous hand, would so softly rest under your chin, thumb grazing your lips, with a fondness he held only for you. and you wouldn't ask again. because you knew.

EREN EREN EREN EREN EREN EREN EREN EREN EREN OH MY GODJVRIURUJWI also major uni! satoru-sukuna vibes...im getting bakugo and nagi vibes too ngl....SUNA RINTAROU (i love u taylor btw!!)

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torubeth · 2 years

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suna rintarou headcanons

why, you ask…cuz i miss him. and i’m not doing so well after dat one shot. honestly idek wat dis is, jus stuff which i wholeheartedly believe ig ? :>

love language : physical touch. his hands are always hanging around your waist or thighs. subtle touches and small kisses from him are everybody’s essentials.

favorite places to kiss : literally everywhere but mostly on the neck, nose, lips, thighs, shoulder and did i say neck ?

nicknames he’d call you : angel, princess, baby, babe and he’s definitely the type to call you cringe names just to piss you off.

his type : he’d go for anyone. that’s it. all he needs is someone who’ll match his vibe, someone who’ll understand him. the quirky, cocky, sarcastic, daredevil personality is his top tier. although he finds the quiet ones cute. at the end of the day, anyone. (cuz y’all are jus *chefs kiss*!!)

you’re gonna tell me the guy’s a smoker ? yeah no. he’s the cool guy who declines it whenever he’s offered.

the type of person to think that making cereal is a talent. and honestly, i agree with him.

his camera roll is full of pictures and videos. of you. the storage definitely exceeded its limit, and he has to upgrade it but he just believes that no storage can contain all the stuff because he’ll just keep on taking them. with no regrets.

his playlist : the type of playlist that gets you hooked from song one. he’d have banger songs. mostly underrated ones. slowed version ? yes, slowed version. it’s his thing. and your playlist is on repeat and oh, y’all’s spotify blend ? constantly played it’s illegal.

he’s a tsundere. not that he isn’t all olaf around the team and your friends. as soon as it’s just the two of you, he’s putty in your hands. absolutely, devastatingly adorable. so very soft, and he sleep mumbles, not sleep talk. every time you thread your fingers through his hair, your voice nothing more than a whisper, his thoughts pour out like rain. it ranges from ‘i’m so lucky to have you baby’ ; ‘fuck, you’re beautiful you know that ?’ ; ‘you have really soft hands’ ; ‘i could stare at you all day- no, forever and never get bored’ to ‘for some odd ass reason, i ship our history teacher and chemistry teacher. do you ?’ ; ‘baby, dick has so many synonyms, i’m jealous’ ; ‘atsumu and osamu fighting is like two gorillas competing for a rotten ass banana’. he’s a talker only around you, and you could listen to him all day, everyday.

if you’re the type to throw on mismatched socks, don’t worry, he does too, we don’t judge here. ‘socks is socks right ?’ he quotes.

sneaky kisses are his favorite. skipping practice to go make out with you ? sign him up.

kisses with him aren’t rushed. it’s the one where each kiss has a very deep meaning to it. like he wants you to know what he’s thinking.

is such a fucking tease, it’s frustrating. but is also the one who’s very needy for your attention. see how the tables turn ?

bullying atsumu about him being single is something you’ve both found amusement in.

midnight drives ? midnight drives. he’ll text you around the wee hours of the morning and ask you to join him for a drive, which you obviously don’t decline. playlist blasting in the back, your head hanging out the rolled down window, screaming the lyrics to your favorite song. cheap store candy wrappers are everywhere, a bottle of water, for which the cap’s already missing and you’re both arguing on who has lost it, the small engine sounds in the background. one more memory added to the album in his storage.

walking home from school, he likes to take the long route so he could be with you just a bit longer. hands intertwined, kicking small rocks and pebbles which is in his path, ears on alert, always listening to you, the quietness of the evening is all something he wouldn’t trade for the world.

conclusion : an amazing boyfriend, amazing human being, who i’m very pissed isn’t existing in this world.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #suna x reader fluff #suna rintarou #suna rintarou x reader #suna fluff #suna rintarou fluff #suna headcanons #suna rinatro #suna x y/n

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kazemi-archive · 2 years

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The End of a Long Day

Pairing: Miya Osamu x Reader, Suna Rintarou x Reader, Tendou Satori x Reader

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff

Warnings: Language, toothrotting fluff

Summary: Small, unplanned routines that happen when you and your boy come home at the end of a long day

My entry for @taintedsorrcw ’s collab Too Much to Dream - find the Masterlist here!!

Miya Osamu ~ 0.9k

Osamu is home late tonight. He’d kept his shop open a little later than usual to accommodate an elderly couple that had walked in just before closing, couldn’t bring himself to turn them away and they were nothing but sweet, leaving him a hefty tip as compensation. But staying open late meant staying late cleaning for cleaning, which he did particularly slow today. So when he got home it was way past dark. A fact he was painfully aware of as he was greeted by a nearly silent house. There were no lights on anywhere, the only member of the house that was home being the small cat that rubbed against his leg and meowed for his attention.

Because Osamu is home late, but you’re coming home later.

He sighed as he leaned down to pet the cat, picking it up easily as he made his way to its food bowl. Feeding the cat was usually a task you would do but lately he’d taken up the mantle for it. He wasn’t happy with your new hours. Not because he was trying to be controlling-something he feared you might think. He didn’t like it because he thought you were working yourself too much. You’d leave early in the mornings, awake before the sun to make sure you had everything for the day, and you’d come home almost at midnight. He knew that you thought you needed the second job but you rarely had sufficient time in between shifts. You were often forgetting to take care of yourself, and nothing tugged at his heart more than when you would drag yourself home and you looked ready to collapse.

Osamu got himself ready for bed easily, quickly showering and changing into some loose shorts. You had great timing, really. Your call making his phone ring just as he was rubbing a towel over his wet hair. “Hi baby.” He greeted the phone as he answered it.

“‘Samu-” you were cut off by your own yawn, he could hear the small squeak from the back of your mouth. “I’m on my way home.” He smiled as you told him, he knew your whole schedule of course, you were intent on making sure he knew it. “Tell me about your day?” It was your routine, calling him on your drive, more content to hear his voice talking about what he’d done that day than to listen to your music like usual.

He was still talking with you when he could hear your car park. He knew your routine. He was outside before you could tell him you were home. He only hung up the phone when he opened the door for you, he greeted you with a small kiss as he helped you out of your seat. His heart squeezes in his chest as he sees you sleepily smile up at him. You look exhausted. He’s easily carrying your bags as he guides you inside. You’re chatting about your day, a lot to unpack as he walks you to your room, steadying you every time you stumble and humming along to your stories.

You’re so tired that you don’t even want to change. He knows that look on your face too. Watches as you collapse on the bed still in your work clothes. “Baby, ya gotta get ready fer bed first.” He chuckles as you whine in protest but moves to lean over you. “Are you comfortable in that?”

You look up at him guiltily, knowing that he’s only trying to help. “No.” You mumble into your arms and he sighs.

He moves to help. Drags your socks off your feet first before moving up your legs. His fingers are quick to unbutton your uncomfortable pants. “Help me out?” He helps you shift onto your back and you lift your hips lightly as he drags your pants down. He presses a soft kiss to your knee as he finishes taking them off. “‘Kay baby. Time ta sit.” You don’t mean to whine when he helps pull you up, the sound slipping out as your sore muscles move. His fingers are gentle as they pull your shirt off your body, still holding most of your weight as he does so. He places another soft kiss to the top of your head and reaches for the shirt you’d tossed on the end of the bed earlier in the day, his shirt. “Arms up.” He instructs and you listen obediently, yawning again as he slides the soft fabric over you, letting it pool around the tops of your thighs. “Ya better?”

You nod lightly, soft words forming “Thank you.” You look up at him so sweetly, so tired from your day. All he wants to do is have you call out for a day so that you can catch up on sleep but he knows better than to do that.

So he smiles softly at you, helping you lay back down, this time under the covers. He makes sure there’s water by your side of the bed and then rounds to his own side. He’s the one who shuts the lights off before crawling under the covers with you. He’s warm against your skin as he lays next to you and you’re instantly curling into him. His arms easily welcome you, comfort filling him immediately.

“I love you ‘Samu.” Is mumbled into his chest by your lips, followed by a small kiss to his skin.

“I love you too baby.” And he does and he would follow this routine every single day just for you.

Suna Rintarō ~ 0.8k

You’re yawning as you watch the show on the tv in front of you. Arms wrapped around your knees. Knees that are framed in by another pair of much longer legs. Rin has his chin hooked over your shoulder, his chest pressed to your back as his fingers trace shapes against your forearms. “Let me do it.” He mutters as he brings one of his thumbs up to smear some of the lipstick from your lips.

“No.” You mutter back lightly tapping his hand away and he groans.

“You can’t sleep in it.” He says as he wipes at the makeup again with his fingers.

“Watch me.” You mumble again, tilting your head away again. “Watch the shooow.” You whined lightly. He was silent and you turned to look at him, sighing when you saw the little pout on his lips. “Fine. But I’m not moving.” You grumbled and turned before you could see the grin that pulled across his lips.

“Yes.” It was singsonged out and he barely moved to twist his waist and access his nightstand drawer. He pulled out some makeup wipes and face cream and you groaned at his persistence, at the fact that he knew you would give in and was prepared for it. The first feeling of the wet wipe on your face had you flinching away. “Stay still.” He grumbled, his other hand coming to cup your face and keep it in place.

He wiped diligently, softly and in small circles. Clearing your skin easily as you watched the show on the screen. Your head was suddenly tipped back and you groaned. “Riiiiiin.” You whined. He was staring down with a soft smile on his lips, his eyes trained on how his fingers were rubbing the lipstick from your lips. You couldn’t help but smile softly up at him too, his bangs were falling in front of his face and he was touching you so gently. “Can I watch my show now?” You asked when he finished his work on removing your makeup.

“Pay up.” He demanded with a smile, tapping your lips. You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning up a little bit as he leaned down to softly connect your lips. He hummed in happiness as he pulled away, your eyes still closed softly as he did.

Your eyes, however, snapped open quickly at the feeling of the cold cream plopping against your cheek. You gasped dramatically, “Rin!” He laughed at you but slowly started rubbing the cream into your face. “Are we done watching the show then?” You asked up at him.

“I wasn’t watching anyways.” You scoffed as he smiled widely, showing his teeth in a sly manner. “I don’t pay attention well when I’m tired.”

“Don’t listen well ever.” You playfully jabbed at him and he gave you a fake offended look before easily making you topple back with him. You giggled as you both fell against the bed.

He easily flipped you so your chest was laying against his own now. “You look very pretty.” You could feel your face heating up, burying it into his chest. “You do!” He laughs and you shake your head again. “You want me to take your hair out too?” His fingers brushed over your head and you were suddenly aware of the braids that now felt too tight. You yawned again and nodded lightly without lifting your head up. “Okay, go to sleep.”

His fingers started with the bands down on the bottom, slowly undoing them as your arms wound around his waist. “Careful Rin.” He clicked his tongue down at you, mildly offended. He was always careful.

His hands worked slowly, carefully. He tried to make sure that he worked slowly enough that he could be sure that your hair didn’t tangle as he went. He’s moving carefully and massaging your scalp lightly every couple minutes. You can feel yourself starting to drift off as he works, shaking your head slightly to wake yourself up whenever you do. “Stop that.” He chided everytime you did. Finally, when he was almost done, he started to hum, the sound gracing your ears along with the soft vibrations that started under your head. “Go to sleep.” He paused to say before continuing.

You wanted to protest, but with his hands softly massaging your scalp, rubbing soft circles on the skin of your back. It was hard to do anything but feel your eyes get droopy. He was warm and safe and with how softly he handled you, the song he was humming to you gracing your ears. You were out in mere minutes.

Tendō Satori ~ 1.1k

Coming home to you asleep on an uncomfortable surface, you trying to get him to bed

You’re draped over the dining room table when Satori comes home. He thinks you look adorable. A mess, yes, but adorable. He knows you were waiting up for him. Knows that you thought it would be prime studying time while you waited for him to get home from inventorying at work.

How does he know this? Because under your face is your textbook, collecting the little bit of drool spilling from your open lips. He chuckles as he takes you in. You’re in such an awkward position, one knee propped up between your torso and the table, twisted in an odd way so that your head is on your book. Your hair is pulled back messily, pieces that escaped falling across your face. You’re adorable to him but you also look uncomfortable and he wants you to go to bed.

He sighs as he moves towards you, easily shifting your weight onto him, and sure, he’s exhausted but he’s never too tired to carry his baby to bed.

“Tori?” Your voice is sleepy and you rub the back of your hand against your eyes, trying to reset the blurriness in them. “Hey, what are you doing?” You’re vaguely aware that he’s lifting you out of your chair.

“Taking you to bed, sleepyhead.” He chuckles at the small noise of protest you make against him. “You shouldn’t have stayed up for me.”

“But I missed you.” You’re whining but neither of you mind at this moment. “Put me back down.” You’re trying to be demanding and serious but Satori thinks you look more like an upset child—harmless. “Let me spend time with you.”

He laughs again and shakes his head down at you. “Have you eaten?” The silence he’s met with is responded to by a soft sigh leaving his lips as he turns to head back to the kitchen. “Okay kiddo what do you want to eat?” He’s setting you down on the counter softly and ignoring the pout on your face at the nickname.

Your answer, however, does not help your case. “A grilled cheese.” You mumble it but he hears you and you can’t help the warmness that fills you as the smile pulls across his lips.

He moves to the fridge to grab what he needs without questioning your decision, only musing— “you have the diet of a 5-year-old.” Your jaw dropped in offense an incoherent noise sounding from the back of your throat. “You want to talk about your day or you want me to.” He already knows the answer as he sees you covering your mouth for yet another yawn. You gesture for him to go and smile softly as he starts to talk.

It’s mostly quiet as he chats away. There’s some noise from the stove as you nod along, putting in little comments as he tells you about the sweet elderly women he helped today and how they complimented him. You laugh along as he jokes about leaving you for an older woman before he immediately tells you he’s joking and would never. And you know that he’s joking of course, but it doesn’t make the assurance any less sweet.

He’s leaning against the counter opposite of you when he hands you your fresh sandwich, chiding you for trying to immediately eat it when you know the melted cheese will burn your mouth if you don’t wait at least one more minute. It’s a soft routine that you follow often. Grilled cheeses were reserved for late nights like right now.

And he thinks you’re adorable. Tongue poking out of your mouth as you pant in air trying to cool down your mouth after ignoring his warnings. You’ve got cheese leaking out of the corner of your mouth but you have the cutest grin on your face as you joke with him about how the older ladies can’t have him because his grilled cheeses are just too good.

You catch him looking at you fondly and screw your face up at him. “What? You wanna fight me?” You joke, lifting your fists like you’re ready to brawl. “We can go right now.”

He laughs at you, taking your fists in his own, still towering over your frame sat on the counter. “You’re too tired, maybe tomorrow.” He pressed a soft kiss to your nose as you scrunch it up. “I’m sure you could take me.” He teases and you roll your eyes with a laugh. “How about we just go to bed? It’s late my love.”

You sigh as you stare at the clock, dangerously close to midnight. “What if I wanna stay up and talk to you, I didn’t see you most of the day.” He feels warm, knowing that you’re attempting to stay up for him, to be with him. He loves you with everything he is and wants nothing more than to spend the time with you but— “you need to sleep. We have our whole lives together, we can always catch up then.”

You bite your cheek, trying to stop the smile creeping onto your lips from his words—your whole lives together. You can’t stop the yawn the rips through you and he snorts a little at it. “Okay,” you whisper, moving to get off the counter, “let’s go to bed Tori.”

He pulls you into his arms before you can fully get off the table, clicking his tongue at you. “Tch. No. My love doesn’t walk.” You giggle incessantly as he carries you ‘princess style’ to your room, letting you bounce onto the bed before immediately collapsing on top of you.

It’s a sweet and silly interaction full of love, just like Satori is. Your body immediately wants to curl into the blanket the second you touch it. You watch with sleepy eyes, a fond smile playing on your lips, as Satori changes for bed. “What? You want to fight?” He mocks you from earlier with a playful smirk.

You hum and nod in response. “Yeah, but come to bed for now. I want to cuddle.”

Of course he complies immediately, curling his body around yours easily. “Anything for my love.” His words, however, are lost on you. You’re already asleep again, cheek pressed against his chest, lips slightly parted. He knows that when he wakes up there will be a small pool of drool under where your lips are now but he won’t care. He thinks you’re adorable like this and you’re his so he has no complaints.

A/N: hi this is just cute idk I’m in love with them. Please tell me you like this. k bye thanks 💜

#ಇ. tmtd collab #𓇻 fics

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kisses4suna · 2 years

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suna rintarou is slowly developing a crush on you, and it’s driving him nuts.

it’s actually pathetic. the way he can never talk to you anymore without stuttering once, the way he can’t seem to focus on anything else whenever you’re around him, the way the miya twins easily see how head over heels suna rintarou is, no matter how many times he tries to deny it.

“dude, you kidding me? i hate y/n.” suna says whenever the miya twins tease him about how he always stares at her, suna’s small voice crack at the end of that sentence doesn’t go unnoticed by the twins, in which they both proceed to look at one another, smirking, as their twin telepathy seems to be coming through.

the worst part about his huge “little” crush on you, is how he can’t get you out of his head, it’s physically impossible.

he feels like a teenage girl crushing on someone whenever he writes about you in his notes app, the way he smiles while he types it out, all of his feelings right there.

he feels like he’s on cloud nine whenever he sees you smile with your friends.

his mind only goes to you when he listens to those silly little love songs, wishing you were in his arms as he listens to them.

his smile grows wider the more you two bicker, as annoyed you may be at the moment, he thinks you look the absolute cutest. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like whenever you two would jokingly argue.

the more you crowd his mind, the more lovesick he grows, it’s practically an obsession at this point. the thought of you not liking him back was sickening.

suna rintarou has officially accepted the fact that he has a crush on you. a big, fat, juicy, crush on you. and it’s driving him nuts.

after months of crushing on you, it suddenly hits him, what if you did like him back? and he just would never know, not unless one would come out and confess, and hell, he knows how stubborn you are, you wouldn’t be the first to crack. but the thought never leaves his mind, what if he did have a chance with you? is he wasting time, time he could be spending with you if he just finally confessed?

so with a deep breath, he texts you, “meet me at the park in 10?”

he gets there, 5 minutes before you, he sits on the swings, thinking of what he should say.

5 minutes later and he sees a shadow walking towards him, “hey” you say, you’re voice already making him flustered. good thing it’s night time, if it weren’t then you’d see the blush spread across his cheeks.

“hi.”

“so why’d you want to see me here?”, you ask, taking a seat on the swing next to him.

“well- uh- i-“ he stutters, he regrets asking you to the park, “hm?” you ask, looking straight at him, his yellowish-green eyes seem to be brighter than the stars at this moment.

“y/n, i hate you”

“are you being serious right now suna?” you ask, eyebrows scrunched.

“i hate the way you don’t realize how much i stare at you in the hallways, and the way you make me stay up late, cause all i think about is you. i hate the way you constantly look so effortlessly beautiful, i hate the way i’m addicted to the sound of your voice. i hate the fact that i’m not yours and you aren’t mine, and i hate the way you’re so stupid to realize that how infatuated with you. god, can’t you see? you’re driving me nuts.”

sitting there on the swings, on a cold night, you don’t think the night sky could get any prettier than now. “hey suna?”

“what” he says, embarrassed of his full-on, long confession.

“the moon looks beautiful tonight doesn’t it?” you ask, you’re voice gentle and smooth.

“it does” he says, only looking at you, “it looks absolutely perfect” he whispers. you look back at him, your hand grabbing his.

it’s that look.

the look that drives suna rintarou absolutely nuts for you.

#kisses4suna #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu suna #enemies to lovers suna #suna fluff #suna rintarou #suna x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarō #suna x y/n #suna x reader #suna rintaro fluff #hq suna #sobs bc im so single #i want a bf like this #why cant he be real

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iricathel · 7 months

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Genderbent irina moodboard or headcanon

Like a cloudy heaven ☁️

— A Male!Irina moodboard

I knew this day will come *evil chuckle*

☁️ Headcanons ☁️

— He's name probably would be Ilya (God's instrument).

— Exact copy of Arnold, as if he just copy-pasted himself to make a mini blonde version

— Still madly good looking, and working as a commercial model.

Ilya got a sharp jaw and high cheekbones, with a pronounced and shaped chin.

Very bushy and wide eyebrows, protruding slightly over his eyes.

Straight nose, not very long and with a pronounced bridge just like his father.

Medium but fleshy lips and the corners slightly protruding to hide the long fangs. Has a beautiful wide smile.

Ilya's golden hair is pretty short, creating a gradient until leaving the upper part more leafy, stylized with a soft wave to one side to give it a more sophisticated, classy appearance.

Tall boy, since he's 184cm/6'0.4", almost like he's father.

Athletic, toned and proportionate body (possibly a trapezoid silhouette). Finely built from playing volleyball actively to expend his energy (testosterone go brrr in guys).

— Gets so overly excited when his team wins a match and the best part is that messy, wet hair leaning back as his chest rises and falls rapidly, breathing quickly from putting so much effort into the sport.

— Breathy and slow, low voice. Maybe like Sonan Kei's voice (Suna Rintarou's seiyuu from Haikyuu!), but with a strange mix of french and russian accent.

— There's not much difference with the original Irina, but he can drive and has a classic white car ✨️

#diabolik lovers oc #irina avenel #male!Irina #aesthetic moodboard

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lycheesuwa · 9 months

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Part 5: Embers

Listen to: Daylight (Taylor Swift: LOVER album)

Osamu x Reader x Suna [Fluff/ Angst] (fluff, mentions to suggestive themes)

Summary: You take a vacation down to Hyogo for the new year (2789 words)

This story is heavy Suna in the beginning (Osamu does not appear until chapter 3)

Ft. Watanabe siblings, Kita Shinsuke

link to part 4 | link to part 6

(2784 words)

AN: This is probably my favorite chapter in this mini series~ Hope you are enjoying it so far!

Natsuki invites you to one more game to watch her brother and Suna play. She recognizes him now, since some nights Suna will say he just needs a house downtown to escape from his one night stands so they don't think there's more if he wakes up at their bed in the morning. And being his friend-with (less)- benefits, you let him stay on the couch or in your bed. You sleep together a few more times, but your mood is ruined quickly if you think about the other girl too much, which happens often. Even being friends with benefits doesn't get you close enough to the enigma of Suna Rintarou anymore.

“Why do you put yourself through this?” Natsuki asks at the end of an EJP Raijin and Azuma Pharmacy game.

You pause. There's not a good answer. She already knows you like Suna. You confessed everything to her, so she knows he was your first everything— first crush, first kiss, first time, first love. But saying it so explicitly—

“I'm asking why you're letting yourself hurt over this. You should be with someone who can love you back, (Y/n). Suna-san isn't emotionally available to anyone.” Natsuki looks at her watch and then pulls you towards the hallway to find her brother.

You're not actively trying to let Suna break your heart every time he stays over. He never stays later than 8:00am or for breakfast, even if he doesn't have practice, and you didn’t even sleep together. But he does keep coming back sometimes— you aren't a stranger or one night stand. And imagine if things go horribly wrong with that other girl? You'd be right there to hold Suna and pick him up and then surely he'd fall for you. These little lies you tell yourself have been building for the past year and a half.

Maybe getting to know Suna has made him even more of an enigma than before.

Natsuki invites you to her family house in Hyōgo for winter vacation. She's excited to show you everything about where she grew up and where her parents live. The drive is long but you take turns and she finally pulls up into the driveway.

The beginning of the holidays are warm and cozy in the Watanabe family home. Tenji and his friend (who’s wiry and tan like he works in the sun) frequently hang around too, even though Kita lives in Hyōgo, himself.

“We're gonna hit up ’Samu’s restaurant tonight,” Tenji says near the end of your vacation. The new year is only a couple of days away. “Ya wanna join?”

“Sure!” Natsuki chirps back, brightly, her eyes landing on Kita behind her brother.

“Where are we going?” You ask as Natsuki pulls you from the couch where you were in the middle of a movie.

“Onigiri Miya,” Tenji says, taking the keys for the car to drive you all downtown.

You remember Osamu from that party, and how kind he was to explain the situation with Suna. Even though he did give you a bit of a false sense of hope… He was still kind. Not to mention you were supposed to go visit him when you could. Now is as good a chance as any.

Onigiri Miya is absolutely packed at 8:00pm on a Friday night. There's barely anywhere you can see to sit, but there he is— Miya Osamu, pushing through the dining room to gesture at a table half hidden behind a screen and in a more secluded section.

“Here, I saved ya a table,” he greets you all. “Ah, nice ta see ya, Shinsuke-san.”

“You as well,” Kita says.

“And (Y/n), yer here too!” Osamu moves on to greet you with a surprisingly friendly and warm hug. “What brings ya ta Hyōgo?”

“I'm here with Natsuki,” you say. You should have worn something cute instead of an oversized peach-colored sweater and jeans. Something cute? You want to look cute for… Miya Osamu? Who's literally standing in front of you in a black t-shirt that deliciously hugs his arms and pecs— yeah. You're going again tomorrow night and you're going to look cute.

“If I'd known ya were comin' I woulda prepped somethin’ fer ya guys,” he winks at you, and then pulls out a chair for you to sit in while Kita helps Natsuki into hers and Tenji watches the spectacle unfold.

For the first twenty minutes you guys snack on onigiri and edamame, until Osamu declares it's slowed down enough that he can hang out to sit and drink with everyone.

The food is delicious. There's usually an overwhelmingly greasy aspect of restaurant food that's absent in this dinner. Every dish feels homemade, as if your father cooked it for you. You've never had better donburi or nigiri, and it's hard to believe but amazing to know that the man sitting next to you and leaning over to put more takoyaki on your plate made it all.

“Thanks fer helpin’ meh this mornin’ with tha’ rice,” Osamu says to Kita. “Ya saved meh some time. I had this huge order ‘f onigiri from Akagi fer tha’ volleyball team since they're about ta go ta nationals.”

“Aww, does that remind ya of yer own highschool days?” Natsuki has tears in her eyes, and wipes at her face with her fingers. She's three cans of beer in, and her words are slurring as she leans on Kita’s sturdy shoulder.

“Reminds me of when ya made onigiri for tha’ team my final year with yer friend,” Tenji says to Osamu. “How's she doing?”

“She's good,” Osamu shrugs. “Haven't seen her in a while, since ma brother n’ Sunarin’re always on her when they're around.”

Tenji chuckles. “I had the hardest time figurin’ out who she was datin’, ‘coz tha two of ‘em wouldn't leave her alone. Yer brother always tellin me she was ’is girlfriend, but durin’r after practice she’d be with Sunarin.”

Your throat feels dry and you toss back the rest of your beer and take another bite of Sukiyaki. You've figured out this is the girl that you have to fight for Suna’s attention for, and you're not sure if you like hearing about how close he was to her in high school.

“Botha them needa stop hoeing around if they wanna chance,” Tenji also throws back his head and tips a shot of sake down. “Coz she ain't gonna see either of them ‘f they keep it up.”

“Don't think she knows how much Suna sleeps around,” Osamu says. “Sunarin would die before he let her know he's a horn dog.”

“She probably knows,” Tenji shrugs. “She was always sharp. Made me question why she was never tha manager fer ya guys.”

“She's inta writing,” Osamu says. “She was assistant editor fer the journal at school in our third year.”

Tenji nods thoughtfully, “and she's single?”

“Course. Ya know that ’Tsumu and Sunarin won't let another guy near her if they can help it.”

“They’re so oppressive,” Kita sighs.

“Hey, why ya gossiping like old grandmas when ya got two beauties right ‘ere?!” Natsuki smacks her hand on the table. “(Y/n) and I are single too!”

Tenji looks at the beer cans in front of his sister and sighs. “Natsuki, lower yer voice, we're indoors.”

You don't miss the look the two shoot at Kita too while Natsuki grumbles about how everyone else in the restaurant is being equally as loud. Is it possible that Kita likes your friend?

For the rest of the evening you watch how Kita is polite to Natsuki, although it seems like nothing out of the ordinary. He offers to drink the rest of her beer can, and she hands it to him sullenly through her drunken stupor. The clock ticks on and Osamu goes to get some mochi for dessert and by the time you're all ready to leave, the restaurant is closed and it's long past midnight. You stayed there for almost four hours.

“I gotta clean up a bit, but hopefully I'll see ya guys around?” Osamu looks at you and then Natsuki who's draped over Kita’s side.

“Maybe not her,” you muse.

“C’mon, I’ll take ya home,” Tenji says.

“Thanks for dinner, it was super delicious,” you wave goodbye to Osamu.

“Hope I get ta see ya before ya leave,” he says. “Stop by anytime.”

You stop by for your last two nights. At 7:00 before the night rush you sit at the raised bar counter, away from the other guests. The location keeps you in sight of Osamu too, so you can watch the way his arms bulge, and the way his back ripples under his tight shirt. And Osamu keeps the food coming to you— edamame, onigiri, takoyaki, gyoza— until by the end of both nights you're convinced you've gained an extra 10 kilos.

Osamu pulls up a chair as the rest of the guests file out, and takes the apron off of his waist. He places the cloth on the bar counter and then leans an arm across the smooth mahogany wood to look at you. “How're things goin’ with Sunarin?”

You see him once every other week or so, but only because you live in a convenient location. The last time you guys actually fucked was probably back in October. But Osamu’s steel eyes are trained on your face, watching your brow furrow, his own glinting at you, teasing. “He's… a bit distant,” you admit.

“Ah, sorry ta hear,” he says. “So uh, what’re ya doin in Hyōgo?”

“Visiting Natsuki and her family… and now you, I suppose. She's out with Kita, at the moment.”

“Yanno, I don't think the captain ever talked ta her in high school, but he likes her fer sure,” he says.

“He left tomatoes on her front porch today, and she picked some wildflowers for him,” you say back. “She likes him a lot.”

“I saw tha flowers on his dash this mornin’ when he came ta drop off tha edamame,” Osamu chuckles. “D'ya think they'll get married soon?”

You think for a moment. You've never met a single one of Natsuki’s… anyone. It’s not that she doesn't like boys, but she's only had a total of two crushes and dated one guy. And even though you won't say it, you know it's because she sees her older brother as a perfect guy, and it's hard to compete with that as an example. So unless Kita is absolutely perfect, she won't get serious with him. “I'm not sure,” you say. “There's a chance they do.”

Through talking to Osamu, you learn that maybe Kita is perfect for Natsuki. He's meticulous with life, searching for the perfect way to complete his day. Osamu says he's fallen into a routine that he's satisfied with, although he could probably use a bit of help around the house since his grandmother is quite old now.

“I think Natsuki likes him a lot,” you agree. “She'd be perfect as a housewife— she'd be able to continue gardening.”

“Yeh? Well, it helps that Tenji already knows and likes Shinsuke,” Osamu adds. “Coz ‘f he didn't, yanno that Shinsuke’d have no chance.”

You giggle and shake your head. Ironic of Tenji and Kita to call Atsumu and Suna oppressive for that girl when they have their own thing with Natsuki. At least Natsuki doesn't have to choose between the two.

“Hey, I'm glad ya made it out ‘ere, (Y/n),” Osamu says. “Yer real nice.”

You tilt your head to look at him. “You've been feeding me for free the past week, so it's really the least I can do.”

“Are ya gonna pray tomorrow?” he asks. “Fer new years?”

You're not particularly religious which you relay to Osamu.

“Ah, I'm not either, but I like ta go fer this at least. Even though it's only once a year, gotta try all tha’ luck I can, and I like ta think it's helped out with tha’ business.” There's a hint of pink on his cheeks. He opened up to you in a small way, so you nod.

“I haven't been to a shrine in a long time,” you admit. “Can I go with you?”

“Yeh, ‘course,” he says. “But I wanna go early, if that s’all right with ya?”

You nod slowly. “Sure.”

“I’ll throw in a homemade breakfast, how’s it sound?” he winks, catching you off guard. His eyes are gleaming, but after eating so much of his cooking the past three nights, you’d be a fool to turn down a free, homemade breakfast from Miya Osamu.

“That sounds wonderful.”

The morning is cold, and dark, but Osamu has a backpack and promises you that he’ll cook something for you when you get back. When you get to the mountain outlook with the shrine, he takes out a small thermos filled with fresh rice that's still steaming when he unscrews the lid. Using a metal spoon, he spoons some of the rice into a chipped porcelain bowl, and places it at the shrine.

He pours you a shot of sake to toast to the new year together. As much as he said he wasn't religious, he's taking the new year traditions quite seriously.

Praying has never really been something you truly believe in, but this year you manage to mentally ask for some good changes. Not that it's a specific prayer, but you could use something new in your life, whatever the gods want to send your way (with the caveat that it's good of course).

The sun breaks across the mountain range as you clap to finish your prayers.

The walk down is relatively silent. You allow yourself to be surrounded by the sounds of the mountain waking— the trees rustling, the chirping of crickets joined by birds. Sunlight streams through the branches of the trees and touches your face every other step, warming your face. You feel lighter, and thankful for a new year as the golden-white beams burn through your vision.

True to his word, Osamu brings you to his apartment above Onigiri Miya and cooks a delicious breakfast of tamagoyaki and Ogura Toast which reminds you even more of home, Aichi especially. There's something strangely domestic about this activity of eating breakfast with someone. You didn't even sleep with Osamu, or maybe it's because you didn't sleep with him that you accept the gesture of him making breakfast and coffee and sitting down to eat with you.

It's only after you and Natsuki meet up to walk around the neighborhood that you realize you spent an entire morning thinking only about the future and Osamu, and your mind is void of Suna. Not worrying about when he'd call you next, or if he liked that girl…

“How was the shrine?” Natsuki asked. “I thought you didn't want to go because it was too early.”

“I didn’t, but… it was nice,” you admit. Even though initially you hadn’t wanted to go to the shrine with the Watanabes and Kita, Osamu makes everything seem easy to you. He's there in a way that feels… permanent.

Natsuki brings you around to her old high school, Inarizaki. You wander the grounds, unable to get inside but appreciate the scenery. You wonder if Osamu ever had a window seat and looked out of it, day dreaming of opening his own shop. Or maybe he sat near the hallway and put his head down on his desk.

Natsuki shows you Gymnasium 2 where the volleyball team practiced, and you peek through the window. The court is dark, and everything is wrapped up and put away, but in your mind you can almost hear the faint screech of a whistle and the pounding of a volleyball against arms and hands as the ball flies through the air.

“Thank you for this trip,” you say, linking your arm through Natsuki’s.

“Did you enjoy it?” Natsuki asks.

“I think so,” you reply.

“I think… I want to move back to Hyōgo,” Natsuki says quietly. “I… I really like Shinsuke.”

You crack a small smile at her. “You should definitely move back, then. After all, trees need to be planted everywhere, not just on a city grid.”

Natsuki leans her head against you. “You're too good to me, (Y/n). What am I going to do without you?”

“You'll have Kita-san,” you reply. “I'm not worried.”

“What about you? Who's going to take care of you?”

You let out a small laugh and dodge answering. You don't know. A year ago you would have immediately said you'd make Suna yours, but maybe there's more to the story. Maybe there’s someone else.

part 6

#miya osamu #osamu #haikyuu #haikyuu osamu #x reader #suna rintarou #fluff #watanabe tenji #kita shinsuke #hq hyogo #hq suna #hq osamu #watanabe natsuki

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