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i absolutely need suna x reader having secret sex while the miya twins are a room across🫣

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

You had no real attraction to Suna, but it was just one of those nights where your brothers came home after a game, bringing his friends along with him to celebrate, and to avoid sitting in their sweat, they had to shower. Thank god you took yours before the boys made it. Being the last to shower when the floor is wet and it’s steamy already is literally the worst shit ever.

The problem was, Suna never really came over; therefore, he had no real way to know which room was your brothers’.

He had specific instructions to shower and take some clothes from his room. Looking back on it, he should’ve asked which door it is, but strutting back with nothing but a towel on his waist is not an option. So, he resorts to opening every door until he finds what he would think is the room of his teammate. Or rather…either of them?

Instead, the knob twists as you’re fully bent over in your walk-in closet, digging through a basket of clean clothes for a t-shirt. Of course it had to be the second you wanted to change when he walked in, and not when you were comfortably reading in bed with a little light on earlier. There’s no bra on your chest now, just a pair of navy blue lace panties.

Hey! On the bright side: they could’ve been cotton with “kiss my ass” stamped on the back.

Your arms draw up in an effort to hide your chest when you hear the twist of the knob and the door come flying open. Key word is effort, because now your breasts are pressed up against each other, which Suna believes is ten times worse for you than the position he found you in. At least when you were bent over, he had to imagine whatever he couldn’t see.

“Holy— shit!” you exclaim, eyeing the man at your door that’s actively dripping water on your carpet. His hair is fallen and sticking to his face messily, just enough for you to spot his slim eyes. He doesn’t say anything at first.

It’s mainly just him blinking blankly at you while you panic, searching the room for literally anything to provide some decency, but once you render the clear lack of any emotion you currently possessed in his body, it calms your nerves a bit.

He’s seen a woman before. It doesn’t make him any less prone to being attracted to puffy lips and nipples only covered by an arm, but it somehow soothes you to know he won’t make a big deal out of it and maybe not even mention it to your siblings.

Eventually, you throw on the nearest shirt over your head and pull your hair through, dirty or clean, still with no pants to match.

You sigh deeply, “What is it Suna?” It comes out in an irritated grunt.

“You know my name.” His eyebrows raise with surprise, but not as high as the average person’s would.

“Yeah, I do. Is there a reason you’re still here?”

He presses on: “How do you know it? Do they talk about me a lot?”

Your head drops in your palm to shake back and forth. “I can’t do this right now,” he overhears your mumble.

“My bad, I was looking for Tsumu’s room but got jumpscared instead.”

Despite saying this, he still stands in the doorway— not with it cracked, but with it wide fucking open— and it’s then when creaks from the stairs clears the air between you two. He doesn’t move, but you quickly shove him over to peek around the corner, then drag him into your bedroom before whoever it is gets the wrong idea by the view from the hallway.

While you’re turned after throwing him mindlessly into your room, he readjusts the falling towel around his waist. What he said finally hits you a few moments too late.

“Jumpscared?! You? I’m in the comfort of my own room when you barge in with nothing on!” Your hands gesture up and down his body as you scold him. “And don’t talk about my body like that!” Only he doesn’t really look at your eyes. When you’re done, he finds your attention.

“It was really an accident, but I’ll stay until whoever goes back downstairs,” he shrugs. “And why does it smell like sex in here?”

Your cheeks redden. There was a reason you were looking for a change of clothes. “It doesn’t.”

“Yeah, it does.” He flops back onto the bed carelessly, dipping your comforter.

“Stop! You’re getting my sheets wet.” His body has only slightly dried, but with the full head of hair he has, it hasn’t dried at all. “Suna, get up.”

“They probably already are.”

He closes his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. His stature was not what you thought it’d be. He was tall and packed with muscle in his legs. You could tell that much by the pictures if you didn’t figure it out by the fact that when he’s sitting you’re still face to face, but on top of that, his abdomen was carved and his arms carried some weight too. Nothing compared to the sheer size of his thighs though; they had to be the size of your head. Just by photos he’s an average high school athlete, so it almost appears fake.

Unfortunately, as you were looking, his eyes had opened and he’d been watching you inspect him. Suna will always preach there are benefits to being as quiet as he is, like how he can pinpoint that your fingers come to pinch the edge of your shirt.

You clear your throat in hopes it will gather your thoughts too, then rectify his past statement. “They aren’t.”

“Right… like all the red tabs in this book are for nothing?” He reaches beside him to take it in his hands, then he flips through the pages quickly until he comes across one. “‘I run my fingers down her trembling thighs that yearn for my touch. You’ll take it like a—’”

Before he can finish what you remember is very unfortunately highlighted, you crawl over him to rip it out his hands and throw it. You chuck the literature nowhere in particular with embarrassment that can’t get any higher as he laughs, then you quickly retreat with a knee up on the edge of the bed. His laughter is a sweet sound. It makes sense why he’s friends with your brothers.

You don’t even notice you’re half-straddling him while you point your finger in his face. “What I read is none of your business.”

He spoke clearly and assertively when he read, and the last thing you need him figuring out was how bad your body desired he’d read the words to you again; he was already too observant.

“Of course. Forgive me for saying such vulgar things around my friend’s sister. She would never do such a thing.” Finally, he slowly sits up, which naturally makes you rise with him, so you place your hand on his shoulder to prevent from wobbling. Your thigh is beside his with your foot unstable on the floor. “She’s just so sweet and innocent, and definitely not up here alone reading book porn.”

Your breathing picks up at the proximity and the pressure of a question you can’t avoid. You search between both his eyes that do the same to you. He deserves a medal or something, because fuck— the shirt lifts just a little bit every time you fiddle with it and the lace sticks to your skin like glue. “I— uhm,” you stutter, removing your stability from his body and backing away from the bed.

Of course, to add to the fucking embarrassment, you stumble backward, but he reaches out to you. His hand firmly wraps around your wrist and the other is hooked behind your back when he jerks you back up to him. He only releases your wrist.

“Is that all you read?”

You shake your head. “I read regular romance and fantasy too.”

He nods, “Ah, I see. So you want the prince of a faraway land to twirl you around in his field of flowers saying how much he loves you, then you want him to make you beg to come?”

Your eyes shoot wide at the comment, only stretching the lazy smirk on his face.

“N-no,” you reply, even though that does sound extremely appealing.

“But you do want someone to ‘run their fingers down your trembling thighs’ though, right?”

To emphasize his point, he lets the knuckles of his hand trickle down the back of your thigh, just barely grazing the skin. The sensation shocks you and almost sends you forward. This can’t be happening. Actually, you pray it isn’t, so your eyelids slam shut.

This prompts his other hand to pinch either side of your jaw gently and drag your face to his. “Or lay you back and tell you to take it like a good girl.” His eyes flicker from your eyes, to your lips, then back up, noting the state of disbelief your countenance holds. He flattens the hand that stops just under your ass.

You almost melt in his hold, and this he knows because of the long breath you took after his words. It’s easy to infer you’re fairly untouched by not only your responses but how receptive you were. It was you two, only about an inch from each other now, waiting to see who would make the next move and risk something far worse than just a growing attraction. The twins flash in your head as a beat passes and you swallow.

“Yes. But that has nothing to do with you.”

Suna shines a smile with his teeth. “Your thighs are rubbing together.”

You look him up and down. “So?”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

You don’t look him in the eyes, they drop to your pillows. Before you can separate the thighs in question that are only disconnected by his fingertips, he nudges you forward onto him, bringing your hands back to his shoulders. You’re completely straddling while attempting to keep your eyes locked on his when his entire torso is on display. He leans forward to speak just above a whisper in your ear as if this is a normal occurrence.

“I can feel you dripping all over my hand.” The cool of his breath tickles your neck, only worsening as he continues. “Why is that?”

You’re at a loss for words at first, but you suck it up, holding your own. “Nothing to do with you. Maybe I went too hard earlier.”

He wholeheartedly chuckles at this response. “So you admit it?”

“Admit what?”

“That you were up here fucking yourself to your book?” His voice is an echo behind you since he’d decided to rest his chin comfortably on your shoulder.

“Yeah. Yeah— I guess I do. It’s not like you didn’t come in here and figure it out yourself,” your eyes roll.

“Which part were you reading?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

There’s a moment of silence. “She’d just decided to drop her toxic ex-boyfriend and his sister came to console her. The way she did it was kind of fucked up, and I think the slow burn is what made me look past it, but anyway— she brings her to a party, the boy she meets there happens to be the barista at the place she orders from every day, and he has a history with the main character’s ex. He hates him even though he’d gotten over it as years passed, but she really wants to get back at him, so they send an anonymous short video of them, um… together, and he gets really pissed off.”

Suna is quiet as he reviews what you just said. He admires your perception of the book and the passion to read. He goes, “You’re into that?” and then it’s your turn not to say anything, even with the amusement lacing his tone. You grow fidgety, and just when you don’t think any more words will be exchanged, he suddenly demands, “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“That. What you just did.” You shifted your weight from leg to leg as the silence grew longer. Just to see, you do it again.

“You’re grinding against me when you do that by the way.”

You giggle maliciously, continuing to go back and forth. It’s payback for teasing you the entire time. He comes to hold your hips still to prevent further movements, but in protest, you create an arch in your back to actually roll your hips down instead, ensuring he felt it.

“Okay, really, unless you want to move like that with my cock nine inches inside of you, I suggest you choose your battles now.”

You finally halt at the words because he was dead serious. He feels scratching along his shoulder blades at your fingers curling up in response, but not removing yourself. He still rests his head beside yours. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re into that too?”

So that’s how he ended up with his back to your headboard, head tipped up, looking at you through his pretty eyelashes as you wrap your hand around his slick length and reposition it to line up. You lower your body down, allowing your walls to open up for him. The stretch hurts only a little just because he’s so big.

You hadn’t kissed him the entire time, so he groans desperately when you wrap your fingers tightly around his neck and come close. He allows you to no matter how hard you squeeze.

This drives up your confidence with your pretty lace panties pushed to the side, making you raise to your feet.

“Shit,” he grabs ahold of your ankles between half-lidded eyes, and his mouth slightly dropped like he can’t believe what the fuck he’s seeing. “If Atsumu could see you now.”

The mention of your brother at all should turn you off, but it doesn’t. It only fuels you knowing that you’re actively riding his teammate. In fact, you must tighten around him, because he knows immediately.

“What? Does that turn you on? Fuckin’ slut.”

You whimper at the words, pressing your lips forward to his. You kiss him the best you can as he hungrily reciprocates.

The bed moves forcefully, but Suna knows the other guys are probably too busy downstairs to hear it, and whoever is in the other room may only potentially be a problem. So up and down you go, now slamming your ass against him and reddening his slightly tan, freckled skin.

“hhhmmm,” you whine, breathing shallow.

The brunette lets you go until your legs burn and you’re slowing pace. It’s driving him insane watching you chase your orgasm, using him like he was the perfect replacement for your fingers, in your own little world with your face twisted up in ecstasy and muscles straining. You were too stubborn to stop when he offered it to you, but he doesn’t mind. Not everyone has legs like his.

He instructs while inching his hips up the bed, “Fall back to your knees.” You do, and he grabs one wrist in each hand before digging his heels into the blanket and pounding up into you at a pace you don’t think you could ever meet. It’s rough and loud and you can feel his balls coming up to strike you from behind. Quite literally, it takes your breath away.

“fuck fuck fuck yes,” tendrils of your hair fall over your face when you lay your head down over his shoulder for stability. Aside from not being able to move, this is the best angle for the both of you. Your tits move over his face, which would allow him to suck and bite as he pleases while holding you still, and with the tilt of your body his fat tip reaches your most sensitive part.

You bounce over and over and he wishes he would have pulled your shirt up first. He’s grunting in your ear dangerously.

“Was this in your book too? Is this when he told her to take it like a good girl?”

You try to answer but it’s incomprehensible with the speed of his thrusts. “Again.”

“Y-yes,” you retry, finally getting something out. He’s satisfied with this, so he lets go of your wrists and pushes you upright, only slowing for the moment. This time, he wraps his fingers around your neck, just enough for you to breathe, while rolling his thumb across your revealed clit. The veins of his forearm show themselves and he peers up at you with a glare as if you were the most irritating thing to him.

How hard you were holding him is nothing compared to how hard he is holding you, and just that thought has your eyes threatening to fall closed.

“Then be a good. Fucking. Girl,” he punctuates each word with a harsh upwards cut of his hips, “and take it.”

“Oh God,” you connect your own weak hands around his, your mouth falling open with every moan that floats into the air. He holds your gaze with his threatening eyes, and if you tried to look anywhere but him, he’d pull you right back. “Suna, I’m coming,” you rush it out like there’s no stopping now. And honestly, you’re currently wishing you didn’t say it at all, because you know if he told you not to, your body would try its best to comply.

“No the fuck you’re not.”

Godammit.

Removing his finger from your nub, he moves the hand to meet the other at your throat. You couldn’t speak even if you wanted to, which you did, just to let him know that this would only make it worse. There’s a movement: you’re coming down on him yourself with the force of the thrust driving you up.

Your mouth creates the words, but they don’t come out. Suna knows anyway. “Please.”

“No.” And it’s as simple as that, because then he says, “Do you hear that?”

Of course you don’t, he just asked to see if you were sane enough to come back to your senses and focus your hearing. His tight hold on you is enough to leave a mark, but not enough to prevent your head from slowly shaking back and forth.

“On the other side of that wall is your brother. Both of them.” Your eyes shoot wide at the same time his thrusts calm down. He still continues, it’s just with a deep grind to prevent the hard slapping of skin, and he brings your forehead to his as he speaks to you. “Come now and both of us are in trouble.”

He has valid reasons to infer that it is specifically the twins, but he’s sure you don’t want to hear those right now. If it was up to him, you would have been throwing your head back and showing that arch he imagines you had before he intruded in on you changing, but holding it above your head like meat to a starving dog was fine too.

“Please let me come Rin, please. I’ll be quiet,” a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose ends your pleading, hoping it softens him up with the use of his first name.

And maybe it worked, because his eyebrows curl upwards with pity when he explains, “We both know you’re too vocal for that, princess. How about we try something else?”

You nod frantically, raising off his length and letting him lay down completely while you wait for directions. He gets situated by moving pillows out of the way. “Come here.”

You realize now the pity he expressed was fake. Swinging your leg over his waist, you begin to line yourself up.

“No. come here.”

You stare at him dumbfounded.

“Up here, towards me,” he ushers his hands. You scoot closer towards his chest with your hands on his pecs, not sure how much closer the two of you can get.

“My face, baby.”

Instead of getting angry with you, he kept his tone. It was little but it made you feel good. “Oh.”

You come to a hover over his lips, contemplating a lot and nothing at the same time, mainly if this man was really under you telling you to do what you’re doing.

“Sit.”

“Are you sure?” You clarify.

“Yes. Sit before I make you read your porn to me.” This brings your eyebrows in with a crease and you drop with no remorse on his lips. His face is smothered somewhere between his eyes. The only thing visible is his damp hair.

Unfortunately for you, he enjoys the thrill of not being able to breathe.

You’re less than two minutes into absolutely grinding on his tongue, chasing the vibrations of his grunts and groans by tugging on his hair. Your other hand is covering your mouth.

Thankfully, because there’s a quick knock, and Osamu’s voice passes through the door. “Pizza’s here. You okay in there?”

You nod as if he can see you. You then realize he cannot.

Shakily, you call out “Yes.” The only way to not moan while Suna slides the muscle between your lips to taste all of your slick is by biting your lip. His fingers grip the fat of your thighs.

“Okay.” In the background there’s another voice, presumably your other brother. Finally, they become faint until you hear the stairs, and you allow yourself a little freedom.

“Rin,” you look down fully expecting to meet his eyes, but you can’t see him past your hair.

“Hmphh?”

“I’m close— can I?” On cue, he pushes in as far as his tongue can go inside your hole. He nods yes, simultaneously flattening it to lick all of you in one stripe before deliberately sucking your clit.

To muffle your sounds, your hand comes to cover your mouth once again and you’re somehow managing to prepare for your eyes squeezing shut at the same time as your muscles tensing. Suna can feel you dripping, literally this time.

this was kinda rushed

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prettyboytsum · 4 months

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ complaining about his size cw: afab! reader, daddy kink, slightly possessive, initial discomfort disclaimer: all characters are aged up! mdni! wc: 302

“‘s too big, can’t fit!” you whine, bucking your hips as he starts pushing the tip of his large cock into you. tears pricking as you let out a soft moan of discomfort—hands on his chest as you instinctively try to push him away. "too big, daddy!" “i know, baby. i know,” he murmurs reassuringly into your ear. one hand playing with your clit as he tries to dull the pain of accommodating his girth. “but don’t you wanna be a good girl for me, hm? wanna be daddy’s good girl?”

you let out a gasp, now gripping his shoulders as you nod frantically. you bite your lip, a muffled squeal leaving you as he pushes another inch in.

“oh fuck, gotta relax for me, yeah? sucking me in, can’t even move, princess,” he groans, hiding in the crook of your neck as he pushes deeper. you let out another whine, the pain mixing in with pleasure as you start bucking your hips to chase a familiar high. “atta girl, we’ll make it fit.”

“so big—so big,” you blabber mindlessly as he bottoms out, both of you moaning in unison.

“daddy too big for you?” he whispers, planting wet kisses on his neck. his tone is hardly apologetic—if anything, it’s almost mocking. “daddy too big for his pretty pussy?”

you nod dumbly, loud whines escaping your lips as he pulls out before pushing himself back in. his thrusts become more aggressive as his fingers tweak and pull on every inch of skin he can hold onto.

“too bad, princess,” he growls, pinning your wrists above your head as he leans against your legs so that you’re practically folded in half. “because it's the only cock that’s ever gonna fuck you this good.”

toji, suna, geto, eren, sukuna, daichi, reiner, ushijima, iwaizumi, tsukishima

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kaiijo · 11 months

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NICKNAMES — MIYA ATSUMU

pairing: miya atsumu x gn! reader content: timeskip! atsumu, fluff, suggestive

atsumu’s always liked nicknames, ever since he was little. it’s evident in his calls for “‘samu” and “omi omi” and “bokkun.” he’s never once called suna by either his first or last name; it’s always been sunarin.

atsumu can’t remember the last time he called you by your actual government name. it’s always baby, sweetheart, babe. you always grin at him when he does, pecking his lips and wrapping your arms around him.

but you still call him atsumu. not love or honey or baby, not even ‘tsumu. it makes him huff and pout and he’s honestly on the verge of a tantrum when he thinks about it. he uses every pet name under the sun for you and yet, to you, he’s just plain old atsumu.

the two of you are sitting on your couch, you cuddled under his arm, watching some show on netflix that neither of you are really paying attention to. your phone buzzes and you lift it, snickering at a message one of your high school friends sent you, and when you open up your messages with her, atsumu blanches at the contact name.

“baby!” he whines, making your head snap towards him. he detaches himself from you and crosses his arms.

you raise an eyebrow. “everything okay, atsumu?”

he only frowns further and points accusingly at your phone. “so, ya can call yer friend ‘goddess shimizu’ but ya can’t even bother callin’ me ‘babe’?”

you blink owlishly at him. “what are you talking about?” you set your phone on the sidetable and fully turn your body to atsumu, who’s sinking further into the couch cushions.

“why do you call me atsumu?”

“because that’s your name?”

“no!” he says, “i mean… why don’t ya call me anythin’ else? like any nicknames? ya don’t even call me ‘tsumu and literally everyone does unless they’re mad at me.”

you sigh heavily, “you’re not serious.”

“it just… i—”

your face softens as atsumu struggles to find the right words, and you place a tender hand on his knee. “atsumu,” you say gently and he glances at you. “i use your name because i like your name. it’s you. it’s yours.” your hand moves under his chin and you tilt his head. “you’re atsumu. you’re my atsumu.”

the possessive tinge to your voice sends a jolt of electricity down his spine. “yeah?” he says, mouth stretching into a dazed smirk. “i’m yours, huh?”

you reply, “yep, all mine.” you cup his face with one hand, stroking his jaw with your thumb. “as long as you want to be.”

“think yer stuck with me for a while.”

you chuckle, “i think i can live with that.”

atsumu pulls you to straddle his lap, running his hands up and down your thighs. your own hands settle on his shoulders as he asks, “can ya do me a favor, though?”

“sure, what is it?”

he blushes a little and says, “call me somethin’ cute once in a while.”

“hmm, like this?” you hum, leaning forward, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “baby.”

atsumu feels his brain turn mushy as you dip your head, pressing a slow kiss to the skin of his neck just below his ear. “love,” you drawl out again and the mindless chatter of whatever show you two were watching fades into static. atsumu’s stops rubbing your thighs, gripping them tight instead.

“sweethe—” your purr is swallowed by atsumu’s mouth in a fiery kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, salacious and solicitous. your fingers card through his hair and you grasp a few strands, tugging and relishing in atsumu’s moan.

seems like you’ll be calling him a lot more than atsumu from now on.

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #.𖥔 ݁ ˖ kaiijo writes

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mavrintarou · 1 year

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[3:19 PM] - Suna Rintarou

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Warning: smut . Aside from volleyball, Rintarou was naturally gifted with the camera.

He had captured some of the most exquisite and breathtaking photographs of Y/n, making it look like they were professional shots.

He also possessed a collection of the most embarrassing shots, which he kept strictly to himself. There were also a few special ones that were meant for his eyes only, capturing intimate moments between them.

He was a very active Instagramer – posting quite frequently for his million followers, but he kept his relationship out of public eyes.

When Rintarou created a TikTok account, his followers grew by the day.

He would capture a wide range of videos, from documenting his volleyball training sessions and games to showcasing the delicious lunches Y/n packed for him. He even recorded moments of making his coffee, creating a collection of glimpses into his daily life.

Each time he makes a video, Y/n gets a notification, and she entertains herself with them.

“My baby made me some Korean food today,” he sniffs his bento, groaning. “I told her I’ve been craving some Korean food, and… she loves me so much.” He stuffs his mouth with a Kimbap. “You guys ask if she makes me lunch every day – yes. Does she not work or… is she a stay-at-home partner?” He shoves another Kimbap into his mouth. “She’s definitely an independent woman who earns her own money and won’t allow me to support her like the best boyfriend I am…” he narrows his eyes directly at the camera, “she always watches my videos, so – please tell her that it she needs to let me treat her like a queen.”

Y/n burst out laughing and clicked on the comments.

Suna’s girlfriend, please allow Rintarou to treat you like a queen!

Can we get a glimpse of her?

She is so lucky!

You’re so lucky; your food looks so good!

Y/n narrows her eyes at the first comment.

You’re so hot, Rin; please fuck me!

Y/n clicked on the person’s profile of a young woman.

Curiosity got Y/n going through Rin’s other videos to view the comments. She saw the same account commenting on every one of Rin’s videos, saying something inappropriate.

Rin checked his phone as he slipped his shirt on.

He was still waiting for a message from Y/n.

Though it wasn’t unusual, it felt odd that she didn’t text or react to his video.

She always commented or reacted to his video.

Did she not see it?

But it clearly said Read 2:35 PM underneath the message.

Without wasting another moment, he made his way toward their apartment, a sense of urgency guiding his steps. Sitting behind the wheel, waiting at a red light, he drummed his fingers anxiously on the steering wheel. The unsettling feeling gnawed at him, the sense that something was amiss between them weighing heavily on his mind.

While they didn’t frequently engage in conflicts, he made a conscious effort to minimize arguments, fully aware that disagreements are a natural part of any relationship. Over the course of their four-year journey together, they encountered only a few instances where tension escalated. However, despite needing some time to cool off, they always found a way to come together and discuss their concerns. They were committed to understanding each other’s perspective and exploring ways to grow and improve for the sake of their relationship.

And have hot makeup sex.

Rintarou jams the button to his floor in the elevator impatiently. Of all days, it seemed like the elevator door was being an asshole and taking its merry time to get him up to his floor.

“Y/n!” He shouts once he enters his apartment.

“Yes?” her sweet voice calls from the kitchen.

She doesn’t sound upset or mad, he thought. He quickly toes off his shoes and drops his gym bag in the living room to head to the kitchen. His heart relaxes a bit, finding her in the kitchen preparing dinner.

But he was still a little nervous and wasn’t entirely convinced she wasn’t upset.

He goes to wrap his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek and resting his chin on her shoulder. “How was your day?”

“Good,” she answered, “you?”

“Tired,” he answered as usual, “but a little… nervous.”

She finished whatever she was doing before washing her hands, the both of them doing a funny dance towards the sink because once Rin clings on to Y/n, it is no use trying to get him off.

“Go wash your hands and sit down; let’s eat.” She hears his sigh before he lets her go, and she watches over her shoulder as he pouts towards the sink to wash his hands and takes a seat in his usual spot.

Y/n leans against the counter, watching him zone out sitting there. Rintarou may be hard to read on the court, but Y/n could read him anytime.

Something weighed heavily on him, and his emotions spilled out much like a toddler’s when they couldn’t express their feelings.

He doesn’t realize Y/n has yet to set the table, “why are you nervous?”

He gazed up at her with a lost expression, his voice barely above a whisper. “You didn’t react to my video,” he murmured, seeking an answer with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

Y/n arched an eyebrow at him, suppressing a chuckle. “What?”

“You didn’t react to my video today… did you not watch it?” he inquired with a tinge of concern. “Did I say too much in the video about you?” The renowned and notorious Middle Blocker for EJP Raijin resembled an anxious child, desperately seeking reassurance if he had done the right thing.

Y/n furrowed her brows, a realization dawning upon her as she acknowledged her lack of response to his video. “Oh, Rin,” she chuckled softly, moving closer and straddling his lap. Tenderly cupping his face, she pressed her lips against his pout, kissing it away. “I did watch it, but I must have gotten carried away reading the comments,” she explained, her tone apologetic. Her eyes narrowed as she mentioned one particular fan. “There was this one fan who was quite vulgar towards you,” she continued, her voice hinting disapproval. “I didn’t like it one bit.”

Something flickered in his eyes, and Y/n couldn’t help but roll her eyes, anticipating his reaction. “Are you… jealous?” he asked a hint of amusement in his voice.

There it is.

“No, I’m not. I don’t need to be jealous when I already have you.”

Rin kisses her throat and nips the skin there. “You’re right; I’m yours, all yours, just as you’re mine, right?”

“Hmm,” Y/n runs her fingers through his hair before gripping a fist full and tilting his head back. “All mine.”

His eyes widen for a split second before they squeeze shut when Y/n trails her tongue along his jaw and down his neck. She was not one to mark him in prominent areas, but tonight, she showed no mercy to his neck.

“Y/n…” Rin groans ten minutes later. His hands grip her hips, desperately guiding her to rock herself over his lap. “’nough…”

She pulls back and admires her work; now she knows how Rin feels. She leans to peck his lips and lifts herself, “all right, let’s eat!”

“What!” His grip on her hips tightens, “no way, you can’t leave me like that.” He looks down at his crotch; the outlining of his thick cock is visible against his joggers.

“But… our food will get cold?”

Rintarou chuckles, “no way, baby, food can wait… not me.”

Y/n squeal when he pushes her onto the table, grabs the end of her yoga pants, and tugs them off in one go. He pulls her panties aside and pulls cock out enough to slowly thrust into her pussy.

“Ah… Rin,” she moans, gripping the edge of the table. “Fuck… yes…”

His thrusts are slow and deep. “You had me worrying for no reason…” he leans over and grips her jaw to kiss her deeply, “I’ll show them – “ he speeds up his thrusts, “I’ll show them I’m yours… only yours….”

All the rubbing and rocking over him stimulated her, and Y/n was close until Rin pulled out of her. “Rin?”

He maneuvers her onto her front side and smacks her ass before getting down on one knee. He pulls her panties off and smothers his face into her core, slurping, sucking, and biting.

“Rin!”

He squeezes her cheeks hard, taking a bite on each side before standing back up, “need to mark you as mine too…” he guides his cock back home and thrusts fast and hard.

Their kitchen echoes with skin slapping skin and the kitchen table squeaking.

“I’m so… I’m so close baby…” Rin groans, and seconds later, hips jerking and cock spasming as he cums inside.

Rin withdraws; his eyes are fixated and anticipating as his cum drips out.

A minute later, after catching each other’s breath, Rin whispered, “baby?”

Y/n turns to look over her shoulders, clearly in bliss. “Yes?”

“Bed?”

“Yes, please…”

“Today, my baby packed me my favorite… jelly fruit sticks!”

Y/n sipped her morning coffee and tapped the heart on the video before clicking on the comment button.

Those are my favorites too!

You’re like an excited schoolboy about their lunches!

Is no one going to talk about it?...

Suna-san… what are those marks on your neck?

Are those… hickies?

Those are definitely hickies… wow… his girlfriend is kinky…

. . .

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slicesofapple · 2 years

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Atsumu is a weirdly easygoing alpha. He’s a monster on the court, yeah, but off it? No one’s ever heard him growl (except at Osamu).

Until, one day, they’re all out for dinner after an especially hard practice.

Everyone’s stuffing their faces with ramen. It’s a busy Friday night, and the waiter doesn’t seem to see the hands raised to order a second round of food.

Finally, Suna heaves a sigh and stands up. It appears that he will have to place the order at the front. He doesn’t mind too much. He’s hungry, and so is everyone else - it really was a killer practice.

He’s waiting patiently in line when all of a sudden there are two alphas at his side.

No one else notices. Suna may be an omega, but he’s got muscles to spare and he’s always been able to take care of himself.

Indeed, all it takes is a look, and they’re backing off.

Until they reappear thirty seconds later, this time with reinforcements. Soon, Suna is surrounded by four alphas, three of whom are taller than him, too.

So now he is largely out of view.

That’s when Atsumu, gazing idly around, catches on to what’s happening.

Suna has always been able to take care of himself, Atsumu knows this, but it’s as though a switch has flipped inside of himself.

He leaps to his feet, knocking his chair over and almost upending the entire table.

“What the hell, ‘Tsumu?” Osamu cries out.

But Atsumu doesn’t pay his twin any attention. His gazed is fixed on the spot where the alphas have converged on Suna, and he is bristling with alpha rage. Scent is pouring off of him (Ren wrinkles his nose), his eyes are murderous, and his growl is far too loud for an enclosed space; it really belongs on some windswept plain out in the middle of nowhere.

In four large steps (bounds), he has reached the line, scattering the alphas. Then he’s got an arm around Suna and is dragging him back to the table, the order be damned. He rights his chair, sits down, and pulls Suna into his lap.

Suna is too startled to do anything but sit where he was placed. For about a minute, whereupon he pushes his shoulders up and says, “OK. That’s enough, Atsumu. I can sit by myself.”

“No,” growls Atsumu, his clawed hand on Suna’s chest, holding him in place.

Suna blinks and then slowly settles back down. It’s a ridiculous position, because he’s taller than Atsumu, and maybe even heavier.

Kita locks eyes with Suna and says, in a loud, deliberate voice, “Are you all right Rintarou?”

Suna rolls his eyes. “Of course I am. The day I can’t handle one idiot alpha..." His cheeks, however, are tinted pink.

Atsumu merely tightens his grip on Suna’s waist, leans his face into Suna’s back, and closes his eyes, ignoring everything except the omega who is, finally, right where he belongs.

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stawbeemilk · 24 days

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⤷ when they're jealous – hq

✩ characters: various

✩ warnings: none

✩ a/n: sorry for being so inactive lately, i've been busy working on my ac island hehe

⭑ gets possessive

this guy is definitely the jealous type. as much as he tries not to, he always ends up letting his emotions get the best of him, and whenever he happens to catch someone else hitting on you he can't help but become all possessive over you. once he notices them getting a little too close for his liking he won't hesitate to approach the two of you, immediately interrupting the conversation by asking you who they are, and making sure to refer to you by a pet name as a not so subtle way of letting the other person know exactly who you belong to. gets super clingy with you afterwards, refusing to leave your side and making sure everyone around you knows that you're his.

⤷ kageyama, yaku, kuroo, yahaba, semi, futakuchi, atsumu

⭑ acts unbothered

pretends he doesn't care, but on the inside he's furious. he can't help but narrow his eyes at the other person, watching as you erupt into laughter at one of their jokes— even though it wasn't really that funny. once the interaction is over he'll try his best to keep up the act, finding himself becoming more reserved than usual as he attempts to hide the fact that someone else flirting with you made him far more irritated than he’d like to admit. it isn't until you call him out on his obvious jealousy that he gets all embarrassed, shocked that you noticed so easily because he genuinely believed that he was being subtle. he will probably try to deny it, but deep down he knows it's pointless as you somehow manage to always see right through him.

⤷ tsukishima, kenma, kunimi, sakusa, washio, suna, shirabu

⭑ ready to throw hands

will definitely try to fight anyone who dares to hit on you, to the point where he's basically your own personal guard dog. not only will he refuse to tolerate anyone flirting with you, he won't let them get away with looking at what's his either. as soon as he realises someone has been staring at you for a little too long, he'll be quick to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you into him, all while glaring daggers at the person who had the nerve to shamelessly check you out like that. he might get a little defensive about it afterwards, especially if you start teasing him, but whenever someone starts eyeing you up and down like that he just can't stop himself from getting protective of you, simply because he hates the thought of anyone making you uncomfortable.

⤷ kyotani, iwaizumi, tanaka, konoha, aran, nishinoya, matsukawa

⭑ feels insecure

it's not that he believes you would ever be unfaithful, because he trusts you completely— it's just that deep down he thinks you're too good for him and that you could do way better. when he sees someone else trying to flirt with you he can't help but feel a little nervous, insecure thoughts plaguing his mind as he begins worrying that he's not good enough for you. he probably won't say anything to you about it afterwards, but you don't miss the sad look in his eyes or the way he appears to be trapped in his own thoughts. you know by now that he needs a lot of reassurance due to his tendency to overthink, and so you always remind him that he's good enough at times like these when you know he needs to hear it the most.

⤷ akaashi, koganegawa, asahi, hanamaki, tendou, yamaguchi

⭑ super touchy with you

whenever he gets jealous he finds himself unable to keep his hands off you. he's definitely the type to wrap his arms around your waist when you're in the middle of a conversation with someone else, hugging you from behind and leaning his head on your shoulder. it always manages to catch you off guard, wondering why he's being so affectionate with you all of a sudden, but with the way he scowls at the other person and pulls you into him it doesn't take you long to figure out that he's jealous. he won't be able to keep his hands off you for the rest of the day, asking you for cuddles or wanting to hold your hand, and pouting when you start making fun of him for it.

⤷ bokuto, oikawa, sugawara, osamu, hinata, lev, daishou

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

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renardiererin · 1 year

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rintarou suna loves pussy. he's not ashamed of anything he does. in fact, he's more proud of it than any other feeling. for someone so possessive, he sure is an exhibitionist. he just loves touching his pretty girl in public when he knows no one else can see. he doesn't even care if people see, because even if they did they'd simply see the immense pleasure he causes you. sitting next to him at a restaurant? he'll lightly brush his fingers against your core, pressing a little deeper on your soft clit before taking his hand away entirely. the small action leaves your legs shaky and your pussy wetter than rain season, and he knows it. if he asks to lay on your stomach, expect that most of the time he'll start giving you soft, open-mouthed, breathy kisses down your stomach until he's pressing the hardest one on your pussy. he'll slowly lick a small stripe up your pretty panties, and watch the way your back arches at his touch even if it isn't your bare pussy. naturally, this leads to you tugging on his hair to pull him closer to where you need him most, and the discarding of your pretty outfit onto his bedroom floor. if he's feeling particularly mean, he'll lightly rub soft hearts, stars, and circles onto your throbbing clit as quickly as he can with the least pressure possible. fast and light. watching salty tears fall down your cheeks as he leads you to your first orgasm of the night with just the lightest touch of his fingertips. sometimes he'll circle your pretty hole with his tongue as softly and slowly as he can, just to get you crying out his name. this man is a sadist. he'll encourage you to sob as hard as you can, and scream at the top of your lungs as he watches your freshly done makeup stream down your face. squeezing your thighs as hard as he can until his fingertips have left a ring of bruises around your leg makes him feel a sense of pride for marking up his girl the way she likes. the way you throw your head back and can't control or suppress the sounds that want to come out is the only encouragement he needs to bruise up his pretty girl while he torments her pretty pussy into overstimulation. he'll have you seeing stars within minutes. he'll whimper into your core as you yank his hair, he'll moan at the flavor you've left in his mouth. he might be a quiet boy in school and in public, but he's far from quiet when he has you like that. he'll be the loudest boy in the world if it lets his sweet girl know how good she's doing for him. praise after praise after praise falls from his slick-covered lips, as he dives deeper and deeper into your needy little pussy. don't get him wrong, he adores having you laying on your back with your trembling thighs around his neck like heaven's secret noose, hands in his hair pulling until your knuckles are white and crescent moon shaped nail marks have dug into your hands from your own grip, but sometimes when he just wants a change of view he'll lay down and sit you pretty on his face so he can watch your boobs bounce at every thrust of his tongue. he'll wrap his arms around your thighs and hold you down to his face as tightly as he can so you can't lift your hips away when you're overstimulated. if it was truly that bad, you'd say the safeword. he'll start with you hovering above his face every. single. time. he has you in this position. he'll watch your thighs shake as you struggle to keep yourself supported, rubbing shapes onto your clit and licking slowly up your thighs. he'll even reach up to play with your breasts while he leaves bite marks and hickeys scattered up and down your thighs. he'll wait until you've had at least five orgasms from his slight touches, when your cum is dripping down your thighs and his jaw, and then he'll consider slowly circling your sweet hole with his tongue. but once you beg enough, he'll be tonguefucking up into your tight pussy so hard you can barely breathe. rintarou suna loves his pretty girl's pussy.

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charismaya · 10 months

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Rise and Shine

CW//TW: NSFW 18+ content, somnophilia, hints of overstimulation, AFAB!reader (MINORS, AGELESS and BLANK BLOGS DNI)

Guys who wake up before you and love to adore your naked frame adorned with sunlight and feel their heart beat faster when they see the hickeys on your neck, on your boobs, and the bites on your thighs, the impressions from the tight grip on your hips and his cock hardens and he starts rutting himself between your thighs, rubbing your nipples until you wake up because he can't control himself but he cares for you so he doesn't want to make yourself more sore than the night before. — ATSUMU, Iwaizumi, Ushijima, Bokuto, Daichi, TENDOU, Hanamaki

Guys who sleep peacefully after fucking you and holding you in their arms, where you wake up before them and trace their features with your fingers, running your lips, ghosting them over the love bites and feel a sense of pride when you see the nail tracks on their back left by you. He's all yours and this possessiveness makes you roll him flat on his back just to rub your wet folds on his half hard dick and slowly kiss his face down to his pecs until he is gasping and grunting and wakes up with a half smile-half smirk, to see his baby being needy for him and only him. — Suna, Osamu, KUROO, Matsukawa, Akaashi, OIKAWA, Kageyama

A/N: Yeah these crumbs were in my drafts and I would probably disappear from writing for god knows how long :')

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #atsumu smut #kuroo smut #iwaizumi smut #suna smut #bokuto smut #hq x reader #hq smut #osamu smut #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #hq headcanons #hq hcs #oikawa smut #anime smut

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kleewrites · 11 months

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jealous haikyuu boyfriends !! ♥︎

characters - timeskip !! miya atsumu, suna rintarou, matsukawa issei, akaashi keiji, kageyama tobio

warnings - jealous (slightly possessive ? but in a good way) men

notes - this is actually a scenario that lives in my head rent free so i’m definitely going to write for more of the characters !!

♥︎ atsumu >

would definitely try to flex all his charming traits to you in front of the guy talking to you

and it’s not discreet either !!

“did you know that i’m one of the setters for our country’s national volleyball team?”

like yes, atsumu, everyone knows that

but our pretty boy seems to forget that when he feels his position as your boyfriend is threatened

because deep down, he’s really scared that you’d leave him for someone who had more time for you

but after you said “my boyfriend is really amazing, he’s the best setter in the world!” assuring him without even knowing, he knows that you’re all his, and he’s all yours

♥︎ suna >

he’s pretty chill so he doesn’t get jealous easily

but when he does, he always has the habit of being extra handsy with you

holding your waist makes him feel more relaxed while you’re conversing with your friend who rintarou thinks is getting a little too friendly

listens in to your conversation intently and adds in his own opinions here and there to feel included

he usually doesn’t care about feeling included to be honest, but when it comes to you, he wants everything to do with it

when he’s tired of your seemingly endless conversation with your friend, he cuts your conversation and wordlessly drags you away with a tight smile on his lips and a unapologetic apology to your friend saying you have something important to attend to

when in reality, he just wants to go home and have you kiss him to make him feel better

♥︎ matsukawa >

another really chill guy

BUT !! it's easy for him to get jealous

like, he’ll be watching you and the other guy talk acting all chill, but when you guys get home he starts asking for kisses like there’s no tomorrow

a very tall clingy guy when jealous

in front of the other guy, he‘d have an arm wrapped around your shoulders or waist

makes sure to squeeze your hand after you guys walk away from the other guy

hugs you till you can’t breathe because he feels left out and touch-deprived when he’s jealous

♥︎ akaashi >

he’s really quiet but he’s also such an overthinker

“does y/n and him have a special connection?” “are they close?” “closer than us?”

but he’s also super mature, so he handles the situation like the matured person he is

so he lets you talk to your guy friend for as long as you want, talking with you guys here and there just so he won’t feel left out

but since you knew akaashi way too well, you knew something wasn’t right, so you kissed his hand while your friend was talking as a way to reassure him that you were there

he felt himself let out a small chuckle and smile as he looked at you fondly

and when your friend asked him why he was smiling so much he just replied “nothing” and continued to stare at you lovingly, making it painfully obvious to everyone who could see you guys that he was so in love

♥︎ kageyama >

pulls you away the moment he starts feeling jealous because he doesn’t know how to properly communicate it to you

and also because he didn't want to cause a scene

so, he dragged you to a small place where it was just the two of you

and he kissed you so lovingly

you both were breathless when he pulled away

“tobio, what was that?” you laughed

“i just wanted to remind you that you are mine.”

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missmeinyourbones · 1 year

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THE RUST THAT GREW BETWEEN TELEPHONES

in which suna is annoying (shocker). slightly suggestive? tw: hickeys/bruising

Sometimes you swear life is laughing at you, and sometimes it is. But other times, it’s just your boyfriend.

Waking up this morning with an alarmingly noticeable hickey on your neck was not what you meant when you said you were looking for a new accessory to wear out to brunch.

You’ve already spent about twenty minutes of your getting ready process on trying to cover up the harsh bruise that formed on your skin overnight, and with each pump of foundation and stroke of concealer, your frustration grows.

Amid your horror, you hear a borderline squeak. Something that perfectly reflects a mumbled snort of laughter behind a stupidly long and calloused hand.

You let your gaze sharply adjust to the silhouette in the reflection behind you. Suna stands exactly how you’d imagined him, watching your feeble attempts at trying to cover his bite with a shit-eating grin hidden behind his fist.

He’s utterly amused by the scene playing out before him. You? Not so much.

“Choke.”

He almost does at your blunt words paired with your gaze of daggers. When he removes the hand covering his mouth, he holds up his palm in defense. You don’t miss how he does his best to hide the smirk pulling at his cheeks.

“I didn’t say anything,” he innocently sings.

Your glare somehow gets even colder, before you scoff and ignore his words. You go back to rubbing at the mark, hoping to disperse its bruising a bit before furiously going in with yet another layer of concealer.

Suna shakes his head as he tries to keep a straight face, walking towards your back facing him. Nearly out of spite, you start rubbing harder at the mark.

“Hey, hey—stop, alright?” he grabs your wrist with ease, before making eye contact with you through the mirror once more. “It’s not that bad.”

A lie. You both know it is that bad. In fact, it may be one of the worst ones he’s given you—it looks like he practically bit and sucked on the same spot for about an hour and a half straight. Maybe he did, you can't quite exactly remember where his lips were when his hands were—

As if reading your mind, Suna catches your eye and raises his brow at your dirty thoughts.

“This isn’t funny,” you remind him for what feels like the umpteenth time.

“And I’m not laughing,” he insists, hands resting comfortably on your waist as he watches you (try to) blend out the makeup smothering the bite.

“But you want to,” you practically scoff. “I can tell by that stupid look on your face.”

He hums a laugh into the crown of your head.

“Maybe that’s just my face,” he reasons. You decide to bite back a fresh comment when he gently pokes the irritated skin.

You whine a bit at the sensitive prodding. Pathetically frustrated with the situation at hand, you whimper out a half angry half embarrassed mumble, “Hurts.”

He hums mockingly, cooing above the skin as he whispers, “Want me to kiss it better?”

His lips lean in to skim the maroon bruise, but your hand swats at his cheek before he can successfully make contact.

He whines at the gentle smack, pulling away with an amused smirk.

“That’s how it got there in the first place, dumbass,” he hears you mumble beneath your breath as you give up on the makeup, trying to play around with the collar of your shirt in any way that hides the ridiculous bruise on your neck.

Suna watches you fumble with the material, face muffled in the side of your neck that isn’t marked.

“Not my fault you wore that dress last night,” he breathes evenly before daring to nip lightly at your jaw, “looked too good.”

“Good enough to practically eat me alive?” you retort with something that sounds like embarrassment.

Suna coos at your dramatics. He returns his attention to the prized possession he left on your neck.

He nods, showing no regret and rubbing a soft thumb over the mark, “And then some.”

Sighing in defeat with a groan, your hands fall flat at your sides.

“I can’t go out like this.”

“You could gimme a matching one,” Suna casually slings an arm around your shoulder, exposing his neck dramatically in the process, “and consider it payback.”

You glare at him through the mirror, before glancing at his barren neck—because, unlike someone, you’re cautious with your marks.

Your reaction not being the one he wanted, he tries again.

“Or,” he draws out the syllable before smoothly turning his head, “you could let me mark you up some more.”

You scoff, eyes stuck on the sore mark that seems to make itself known no matter what.

“And how would that help?”

“If you’re covered in ‘em, it takes the attention away from the big one,” he says simply as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Though you let out a tiny laugh, it’s quickly hidden by your sarcastic response.

“Can’t argue with that foolproof logic.”

His face returns to your neck, now determined to make you feel better after getting a taste of your amusement. “Stop being grouchy and let me love on you,” he nearly whines.

With a pathetic pout, you lean into his touch. He allows his head to lift with his hand, thumb smoothing out the worry lines forming on your forehead.

“M’sorry, though,” he softly breathes. “If you really hate it that much, I won't do it again next time.”

The insinuation sends a small panic through your core when you hear yourself quickly interrupt, “No–”

“—Hm?” Suna pulls back to see your flushed face, nearly as red as the mark adorning your collarbone.

With his eyebrow raised in amusement, Suna knows he’s won.

Actually, he knew he’d won the second he spotted the mark on you this morning—when you were too sleepy to care and too sore to realize. As if he read you like a book and planned this all along, he feels victorious in his calculated actions.

“No, it’s not…” you do your best to grasp onto what's left of your dignity, “it’s not that.”

Suna hums, encouraging you to continue as he rubs a sweet circle on your side.

“...I do like it,” your voice eventually comes quietly. Your eyes avoid his gaze in the reflection when you elaborate.

“I just don’t want other people to see me like this,” you look down, playing with your hands shyly when you breathe, “just you.”

Suna swears he falls in love with you all over again every single day, and you always call bullshit on his cheesy declaration. But it’s true, and right now proves it. Over something as silly as a stupidly inconvenient hickey, you still find a new way to make him want to throw up with how much he adores you. It nearly makes him sick to his stomach in the best way possible.

He softens when he teases you with a squeeze to your waist, “Yeah? Just me?”

You groan at his prodding but nod into his chest nonetheless. Repeating history, Suna uses his hand to gently have you look at him.

When your eyes meet him, he leans in slowly.

“Well then,” he coos against your lips, repeating your prior words back to you, “I can't argue with that foolproof logic.”

Needless to say, the two of you were late to brunch—and when you do show up, no one questions your turtleneck.

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forusomimiya · 11 months

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"Rin… I can't m-" your words are forgotten by another sloppy kiss, so you let your thoughts slip away and become drunk with pleasure at his touch and his groans in your mouth. He desperately searches for your tongue, and when he finds it, it's too late to free yourself, you can only let him catch you again and again.

You open your eyes to meet his, which were already looking at you from before. Impossible for him not to admire your gestures as he kisses you. Warm, commanding golden gaze, which causes an electric sensation throughout your body, a shudder in the way he kisses you, rebellious, his hands delicately caressing your body, and with the grip of one of them on your chin, in his direction to take you easily. Your mind slips away when you suddenly feel other lips trailing down your neck.

Then you remember it, and your body ceases to be yours to give yourself to another.

"Hmmm she smells sooo good…" Osamu inhales your perfume, blindly undoing the buttons of your shirt to make his way to your tits, which he soon pulls out of your bra to squeeze, massage and flatter through moans that crash into your neck.

"You can pinch them…she likes it, don't you bunny?" Embarrassment takes over you and you hide in Suna's neck. You don't want to look because you know everything will get worse if you do, but fuck, they are the ones provoking you to do it.

Osamu is quick to obey Suna and test you, so you just limit yourself to giving him more access to touch, moving closer to him, silently urging him to take possession of your nipples.

"Both… p-please touch me both, more…" You don't see it, but you don't need to either to guess that your pleas have caused both men to exchange glances with each other, causing the hands of the man behind you to move down your hips until he reach the fold of your skirt and then lift it up, while those that were busy on your tits, move to under the thin garment to grab your panties and slowly pull them down to your ankles, perfectly following the intentions of the dark-haired man with a fox-like gaze.

You bite your lip in embarrassment as you imagine what Osamu would think if he touched you and found out how damn wet you are right now. He'd appreciate it, of course but, what would come after that?

"Do you want us both baby?" Suna knows the answer, but he is like that, irritating to a certain extent. He likes to expose you to your own desires in a manipulative way. He likes to be in control, and when he's in control, you have no choice but to nod quickly without a word, because that's just the way it is, you want them so fucking bad. Now.

"We wanna hear it, honey. Use your words" Osamu commands, kissing your neck again. Suna's hands have begun to give access to Osamu's touch on your belly, running his fingers across your abdomen, past your hip and down to your thigh, which he caresses several times, enjoying the softness of your skin before moving up the inside of it.

"Y-yes… yes please, I need you, I need you guys… please" your breath hitches with every touch Osamu leaves between your legs and every little nibble on your neck, though Suna hasn't been sparing touching you either.

You didn't notice but, one of his hands left the grip of your skirt to take two fingers into his mouth and lick them before returning down, this time directly to your pussy, which was still dripping, taking advantage of your lubrication to open your labia and welcome Osamu's thick fingers, delicately and sweetly pampering your entrance.

There was no difference in sensation between his saliva and your cum but damn, your clit was starting to throb and your legs wouldn't last long firm.

"Alright bunny, we'll be nice with you…"

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A.N.: Too long for my taste for not to make a sequel but fuck, I swear to gods I'll do it, and it will end with another fuCKING SUNAOSA 3SOME 🤤🤤 because when I write about them, I'm mentally unstable and I like it 🥴

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