#rintarou suna x reader
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fluff, apologising and making up after a 'fight' kind of drabble bc i miss suna <3
suna rintarou shows up to your university on the third day of the silent treatment.
the sight is a surprise, to say the least. your pro-volleyball player boyfriend standing outside your faculty’s building with his hands in his pockets, blending in with baggy jeans, a hoodie, and a cap. he looks the part of a university student, but you could never be fooled, not when he's 6'3 with an equally admirable stature from exercising.
amongst the crowd of outflowing students, the dark-haired spots you, olive eyes widening upon seeing you. he pushes himself onto two feet before walking over to where you stay rooted, dodging the students who just came out of the same lecture.
“hi,” suna greets, stopping just a few feet away from you. the sight of his lopsided smile is enough to get your heart racing again. you've missed him so much.
regardless, you cross your arms to keep up an angry front, not wanting to give in to his charms just yet no matter how good he may he at using them.
“what are you doing here?” you ask bluntly, betraying the butterflies in your stomach.
his expression doesn’t falter at your iciness. “not happy to see me?”
you are happy to see him, very much so, especially when he has taken the initiative of literally showing up at your campus and waiting for your classes to be over to see you. he must be tired from practice as well and you know too well that mondays were never kind to him.
so the fact that suna came all this way for you makes you feel a little special.
he’s even wearing some of that cologne that you really like and unless it’s for special occasions, you know that your boyfriend is never bothered enough to wear any fragrance. he is so sly that you could kiss him.
“not particularly, suna.” you say in response, lying through your teeth.
suna clutches his chest like he’s been shot, making a gasp of offence at your statement. “babe, after i came all the way to campus? i thought i’d never want to come back here but i made some exceptions for the love of my life and this is what i get in return?”
“suck it up, i guess.”
“-and who on earth is suna? never heard of him. can’t believe you’ve already forgotten my name after three days, i’m losing sight of reality, babe hold me, i might faint.”
“whatever,” you chuckle a little at his antics, eyes softening with a certain fondness that suna doesn’t miss. his lips twitch upwards at the sight of it.
this is his chance to win you back. he throws his line in in hopes of catching you hook and sinker.
“let’s go to dinner tonight,” he offers, recovering from his previously downed position, voice contrastingly soft and gentle to smoothen his proposal.
“what, so you can stand me up again?” you quip, instantly slicing the atmosphere to turn tense as the line snaps in half.
suna’s grin falls, morphing into a guilty frown. “c’mon pretty, that’s mean. you know how sorry i am, i didn’t mean to forget about our plans.”
you huff, letting your arms fall back to your sides. “i know, i know, but you standing me up just stung. it was frustrating because i made time for us that i could have used to study with instead,” you confess. “you know how stressed i’ve been with finals.”
the athlete stuffs his hands into his pockets awkwardly. “but i’m trying to make up for it.”
“i know and i appreciate it, but now’s not a good time. i’m sorry but i can’t go to dinner tonight or any time soon, i have a bunch of practice tests to do that i can’t keep putting off.”
“then can i come over?” asks suna, a hopeful lilt to his voice.
“and watch me study? do you really want that?”
“i just want to be with you, i can order us takeout or something- on me.”
“guess i’m just irresistible, huh?”
“duh, do you know how much i suffered during the weekend? missed you so much, practically died from boredom.”
“oh so i’m just another person for you to bother? is that how it is?” you ask, unable to contain your smile.
the dark-haired scoffs. “c’mon babes, you know you’re better than that. you’re the only person i can bother.”
“oh fuck off,” you whack his shoulder teasingly. “also for your information, you’re not coming between me and my education.”
“ambitious people are a turn-on,” he mutters with a shrug before pulling you in to kiss your cheek.
“ew get off me, freak,” you joke whilst shoving him, not rough enough to actually create distance but suna still stands his ground from the force. his hand goes to hold your other cheek as he smothers you with over-exaggerated affection.
you laugh in his hold, holding on to his wrists for balance. “suna!” you yelp when he pushes too much weight onto you, causing the two of you to stumble sideways. “actually get off me.”
“can’t. won’t. don’t want to. this is what you get for not responding to me all weekend- what does a man need to do to get a text back from the love of his life?”
“easy. be a man.” you step out of his grasp with a satisfied smirk, beginning to walk away from your boyfriend who stares at you with his mouth hung open in disbelief. inevitably, suna runs up to you.
and as he encases you with his arms in the middle of the empty gardens of your university faculty, you know that the two of you will be okay. even if suna is the bane of your existence, there is no one else for you like him.
#still on break lol#been writing a lot of silent treatment fics... apologies#suna x reader#haikyuu x reader#suna rintarou x reader#suna rintaro x reader#rintarou suna x reader#hq x reader#suna rintarou fluff#suna fluff#suna rintarou x reader fic#suna rintarou x reader imagine
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WHAT A CREEP !
— K!NKTOBER DAY 9: PERVERSION
pervert! suna rintarou x reader | smut, 18+ | 3.8k words
summary: when your hot roommate offers to do laundry in exchange for a favor, you oblige in a heartbeat! your clothes seem to be returned in perfect condition, except there's one big problem: several pairs of panties are missing ...
cw: f reader, perversion, panty thieving, peeping, voyeurism, male masturbation, teasing, man-handling, fingering, mirror sex, dumbification, hate-fuck (?), rough sex.
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You’ve never had a problem living with Suna; he was the nicest roommate you could’ve asked for.
Rent always came in weeks before it was due, and he stayed out of your way for the most part. What he lacked in social aspects he made up for in general politeness. Suna always greeted you in the mornings before leaving, and when he came back he'd offer you takeout in exchange for watching movies with him.
Though he didn't talk much, you were never uncomfortable with his silence. He was much better company than your mutual friend Atsumu, who just couldn't handle shutting up for five minutes, let alone for a film.
Suna was a calming presence and when he did offer his thoughts on things, he was brutally honest. it was something you both seemed to agree upon, a small unifying factor that helped you grow a bit closer to him. He was clean and organized, and your communal spaces were a calm mix of both your living habits. You could definitely trust him with domestic tasks, he had never given you reason not to. So when he began offering to do your laundry in exchange for a couple of favors, you obliged in a heartbeat.
It couldn’t have been that big of a leap anyway. Suna was a self-sufficient man and had done his own laundry ever since he had moved in. Knowing that eased you, and there really wasn't a seed of doubt in your mind when you handed your hamper over to him before work. It was truly impossible for him to fuck this up. Most of your colors could go in the same wash, so all that was really left for him to do was load up the washer and throw in a softener mid-cycle.
In spite of your confidence in him, you still had lingering doubts about his abilities. He was a guy, of course, one who probably had his mommy back home to wash his jerseys all season long. You knew he was capable of doing his laundry just fine and yet you'd successfully convinced yourself he would fuck up somewhere. Mental preparation, you'd called it. Just in case he did manage to disappoint you. Most men had a way of doing that sort of thing, anyway.
Once you had returned, you were pleasantly surprised to be met with your clothes not only intact but neatly folded and organized on your bed. A quick look over your things proved them to be in order and you’d even caught yourself smiling as you packed everything into their respective drawers. You didn't expect Suna to go so far as folding them, so naturally, you felt as if you owed him something extra for what he'd done. Maybe you should cook him dinner?
Turning to the final pile, you paused.
Heat crawled up your body when your eyes fell on the remaining stack of garments.
"No fucking way..." you trailed off, picking up a neatly folded lace thong. You stood frozen in place, staring at the dark sliver of fabric with wide eyes. You could almost hear the gears turning in your head before the realization dawned on you. You had not only let your hot roommate wash, but fold an entire set of your panties.
The mental image that played behind your skull had you wanting to kill yourself. You could so imagine Suna standing in the middle of your room picking up pair after pair of underwear, snickering at each design choice. The mere thought of it made you want to die and at this rate, dying seemed like a way better option than having to face him after this.
It was times like this that made you wish you weren't so lazy. You had intended on separating your underwear from the rest of the wash the night before, but sleep had taken over and you’d completely forgotten about it in the morning.
Sifting through the pile, you inspected the panties one by one, cringing at the embarrassing pattern that decorated your favorite pair. Suna was an attractive man, even after living with him for this long you’d never changed your mind. From the very beginning and especially after finding out who he was, you were hoping he’d have an embarrassing routine or bad habit that would rid you of your feelings for him. But up until now, he had a clean track record.
if anything, it was rather you who had slipped up. It was you who had just now let him see your character-speckled panties, all for some small favors. Tossing the piece of fabric into the nearest bin, you threw yourself onto the bed. Violently kicking your feet, you buried your face in the pillows, screaming about your little fuck up until your throat went dry.
Quick footsteps and a sharp rapping at your door snapped you out of your tantrum. The sheer embarrassment of it all almost had you forgetting you shared the apartment with someone else. But how could you forget? He was the whole reason you were acting this way to begin with.
“You okay in there? I'm coming in!” the man called out.
Suna fumbled with the doorknob, it was his way of respecting your privacy. Wordlessly, he offered you some time to collect yourself before stepping in. Shit like that made you hate the situation even more, why'd he have to be so gentlemanly even after seeing something so humiliating of yours?
Cursing yourself, you sat up. Not only had he seen your worst pair of underwear but now he had witnessed your screaming fit. If he didn't already think you were weird, he would definitely think you were now. He was probably only checking in to tease you anyway.
“Yea Suna, I'm alright!" you blurted out. "I was actually just gonna thank you for washing my stuff!"
“You really didn't have to fold them too, you know?” the words left your lips so fast, you nearly couldn't catch what you were saying.
Suna’s eyes shifted from you to the now messy pile of underwear you sat next to, then met yours again. He wasn't stupid, it was very clear what you were flustered about.
"Oh,” he trailed off slowly, a hand coming up to comb through the hair framing in his face.
“It wasn't a big deal for me, sorry if you didn't want me to.”
“It’s fine!” you squeak. “I guess I owe you an extra favor for that.”
There’s a pause before Suna speaks again, almost like he’s contemplating the right thing to say. He's unreadable at the moment and you're about to curse him for it. But just when you fix your lips to get a word out, it appears he's decided.
“I'll keep that in mind.”
There's a smirk to his words that don’t quite reach his face, and before you can process it, he’s disappeared down the hall and back into his room.
Huffing you drag a hand over your face, turning your attention back to the stack of underwear in question. Sorting through them again you come to a halt. You're sure you’d included a couple more pairs than this so you recount, and recount, and recount. You're probably overthinking it, and things get lost in the dryer all the time. You can't even begin counting how many pairs of socks you’d orphaned in the wash.
This was Suna Rintarou you were talking about: star middle blocker for EJP. A division one player with a reputation to maintain wouldn’t do anything stupid like what you were thinking. Just because he stuck to himself didn't make him some reclused creep, he was a well-known guy who just happened to choose to enjoy a modest life. You're sure his name gave him plenty of girls to fuck, what business would he have stealing panties anyway?
You brush the thought from your mind. It's definitely a stretch, and beyond unlikely. You're almost ashamed that you even had such an idea, to begin with. Suna’s never given you a reason to doubt his intentions, but what kind of man just does a girl’s laundry for fun?
You need to be sure of your suspicions, if they were real at all. You need to catch Suna Rintarou red-handed.
Tonight, you hardly sleep. Staring up at the ceiling, your throat is dry, and your head is filled with unease, mind swirling with all kinds of theories about Suna. Frustrated, you slip out of bed to get a glass of water. The floor is cold, and a shiver crawls up your spine as your feet meet the chilly wood. It's an eerie feeling and it almost makes you want to crawl back into bed and try to fall asleep again.
Forcing the thought away, you make your way to the kitchen, treading lightly so as not to disturb your roommate. You know he has to travel in the morning, and you’d hate to be the reason he isn't well-rested. But as you pass his room, you realize he’s left his door cracked open and isn't asleep at all, heavy breaths and a soft rhythmic patting are proof of that.
The noises he makes cause you to stop in your tracks, and before you realize it, you find yourself drawn to them, clinging to the wall to secure a better view through the gap in the doorway.
Suna’s eyes are screwed shut. The faint glow of his phone screen just barely illuminates his features and you can see the soft dusting of pink covering his angular face. His lips parted and a shaky inhale followed as your eyes drop from his face to the hand that was gripping his heavy cock. You almost gasp yourself as you note the impressive size of it.
He was huge and girthy, even from afar you could make out the thick veins that decorated the shaft and the aggressive shade of pink that blushed over his leaking tip. You watched as fat beads of pre flowed down his cock, dribbling over his fingers before falling onto his weighty balls. You were so entranced by him you had barely registered what he held in that same hand until he began stroking himself with it.
Your jaw fell laxly as you watched how he worked himself with the lacy black fabric. He was practically choking his cock out with a grip so intense you were sure it was painful. Looking back at his face, you watched attentively as his brows knit together before he opened his eyes again. Zeroing in on his phone, a string of expletives fell from his lips as he picked up the pace.
The loud slapping of his skin and the creaking of his bed rivaled the sound of his voice but still, there it was. Among all the obscenities that came dripping from his tongue, there was your name.
It started as a whisper and you couldn’t even believe it was coming out of his mouth. It grew into a continuous desperate chant as if he was trying to summon you to properly finish him off before he pushed himself over the edge.
Suna came hard. Stupid hard. So hard he had let his phone slip from his grasp, and there you could see it.
You could recognize that photo anywhere, it was one of your best. Even if you had gone blind the next day, you could still point it out in a lineup of other revealing photos. There you were on Suna’s phone screen, on vacation at matira beach in bora bora, playfully bent over in a small bikini top and shorts.
This time you couldn’t hold the gasp you let out. Fully opening the door now, you watched Suna scramble to cover himself. The cum that covered his abs dripped onto his sheets as he sat up. Before he could open his mouth to speak you started.
“Fucking pervert.” you spat out.
Suna physically recoiled, the words had cut deep and bothered him more than he had liked to admit. But you’d instantly noticed how he flinched at them.
“Really, panties? And my Instagram? You're pathetic, Suna.”
He couldn't say a word, he sat staring dumbfounded blinking up at you like an idiot.
“Nothing to say, either? I expected a lot more out of you, guess you're nothing but a little pervert.” you spat contemptuously turning to leave the room. “And keep them. I don't want you going through any more of my stuff, freak.”
Suna sputtered as he watched you stand in the doorframe with your back to him. You were desperately waiting for him to say something, anything.
“That's rich coming from you” he fired back.
You froze as soon as the harsh words had reached you. Clenching your fists, you turn. "Accusing me is really low of you, Suna.”
“You think I didn't see you watching?” Chuckling, he ran a hand through his hair. “I mean watching me jerk off? You're even lower than me. I never crossed that line”
“Shut up.” you spat, turning to him. "I was only here to close your door. You're the one who left it open, you wanted to get caught.”
“Such a tease, youre the one who gave me your panties. it's almost like you wanted me to take them.”
Sputtering, you gave up on responding.
“You're no better than me.” he finished. Turning, you faced him fully now. “And you're right, I did wanna get caught, seeing you there made me cum, came real hard actually."
You cringed at his vulgarity. You’d never seen this side of Suna at all. He was always calm and reserved, the complete antithesis of what he was right now. You hated his sudden confidence and yet it turned you on all the same. Before you could think you began making your way into the room. Stopping before his bed, you lowered yourself to be at eye level with him.
“You know if you had just said something instead, we could’ve fucked.”
Bringing a hand to the nape of your neck Suna pulls you in, resting his lips against the shell of your ear. “So what’s stopping you?” he purred. Wrenching your head back to get a better look at you, his crushing grip on your neck intensified.
“Don't fight me now. If you want it, just tell me. I won't judge.” he simpered. "Besides, you do owe me a favor."
Your head spun at the thought of it, but you had also just caught him jerking off with your panties a few minutes ago. He was a creep, but you had also coveted him from the very moment he hauled his boxes in to stay. You didn't want to say it aloud, so you merely nodded. Admitting it would make it so much more real and you liked the idea of this just being some fever dream you’d wake up from in the morning.
“That won't do, I need you to say it,” he cooed, the smile playing on his lips growing sinister.
"I want it.” you whispered.
"Louder”
“I want it, Suna.” you said with more confidence now.
“Good,” he let go of your neck, deft fingers creeping up to get a good grip on your hair, beckoning you into a burning kiss.
The kiss was rough and nasty, spit escaped the corners of your lips and dribbled down your chin as his tongue explored your mouth. Pulling away with a gasp, you met Suna’s eyes, there was something dark steeping in them, but before you could think too hard about it, his hands gathered your hair again, pushing you down to your knees.
Your hands ran up his muscular thighs as he took the sheet off of him, swinging his legs off the bed to rest on either side of your head. He was much bigger up close and the sheer size of him made you nervous. Swallowing thickly you looked up at him again, and he brought a hand to your face, squeezing your cheeks so your lips puckered up for him.
“Go on,” he said with a nod, his other hand gripping his cock, slowly stroking it before bringing it to your eager lips. You opened your mouth and took him in immediately, already huffing around the thick of his shaft.
He was so big you could barely breathe around him, he was only halfway in and you’d already felt like throwing up. Pulling back with a gasp, you followed the trail of spit still connected to his cock, watching it split before pressing light kisses and kitten licks to the length of it.
The expression that painted Suna’s face almost made you laugh. His eyes were shut hard again and his forehead was creased in frustration at the barely there stimulation you offered him. Getting bored of teasing him, you put him in your mouth again.
You'd done it slowly this time, letting the tip of his member reach the back of your throat before pulling away. What couldn't fit in your mouth, you stroked with your hands and Suna was truly in heaven once he peered down at you working him skillfully. Grunting at your ministrations, he shifted his hands to cradle your face before plunging your head further down the shaft. You began to gag but he shushed you, gently stroking your head as he aided you closer to the base of his cock.
“See? Not so hard if you breathe through your nose, girl.” Humming around him you let him take control, allowing him to maneuver your head how he pleased, fucking your face with vigor. Tears streamed down your face and drool ran to your chin, the mix of fluid pooling down at the tip before dripping onto the floor.
“Fuck...” he grunted, bucking his hips as you took him down your throat, the harsh movement causing you to gag around him. “So pretty taking me like this…” his words were muttered and punctuated with moans. “So fucking good for me,” he grunted.
His words went straight to your pussy, and you clenched your thighs at the praise. Suna reveled in the sight of you falling apart in front of him, his words had an effect to them and he had clearly begun to make a mess out of you.
Suna was close, so fucking close. Pushing your face closer to him, you breathed heavily once you’d reached the hilt, nose buried in the light dusting of hair smattered over his pubis. A string of expletives left his lips as a warning. He couldn't quite find the words in time before he was cumming down your throat. When he had worn himself out you pulled yourself off with a pop, swallowing hastily to catch a proper breath of air.
You gasped violently, chest heaving as you huffed waiting for your breath to steady. Suna returned a hand to your face again, raising your chin to examine it. He brought his thumb to the corner of your lips, smearing around some of the fluids that escaped before pushing his thumb past your lips for you to suck. Capturing them obediently you met his eyes again, they were lidded and danced around your face and body, unable to focus on one thing.
“I didn't know pervert girls sucked cock so well,” he jested, sharply pulling back at the feeling of your teeth clamping down on his thumb. “I was joking!” he shook his hand for added effect.
“Let me take care of you now…”
Pulling you up to your feet, Suna helped you undress. He worked slowly and his touch lingered in the places he ran his hands over. Coaxing you over to him, he situated you in his lap with your back to him, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck, he spread your legs.
“Look,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses and the occasional nibble to your clavicle. Glancing up, you had finally taken notice of the mirror that sat across from you. Seeing yourself spread open with him behind you made you shiver, your skin prickled with goosebumps when his hands traveled south, holding your thighs apart.
"Aren't you pretty?” he asked, not really expecting an answer. You were already babbling about him stroking your thighs and he hadn't even touched you where it meant anything. Pushing your panties to the side, Suna ran a finger down your slit, pulling it back to admire the thread of wetness that was still connected to your cunt.
“So fucking wet for me,” he began, bringing his fingers to his lips, sucking them loudly. Your flesh burned in embarrassment as you watched him lick your slick off his digits.
“And all that just from sucking dick? You really are a slut.”
You writhed in his arms, wishing he would get done with the teasing and actually touch you seriously. You were so turned on it almost hurt, the steady thump of your pussy irritated you, and you were practically on the verge of tears.
“Suna,” you whined, circling your hips desperately. “Please, just touch me already…”
You watched his head lift from its position at your neck, making eye contact with you in the mirror. Without warning, he brought two fingers to your cunt, harshly plunging them into your dripping hole. You cried out, bucking wildly in his lap as he drew them out before pushing them in again, curling them to skim the spongy area hidden at the back of your cunt. His digits were long and skinny and he had no problems reaching deep where you needed him. Tears streamed down your face as he worked you to hysterics, hiccupping and gripping his wrists when you were close to your peak.
“S-suna!” you yelped, shutting your eyes hard at the incoming wave of pleasure. Suna grabbed your face, turning it back to the mirror.
“Open your eyes.” he cooed, roughly scissoring his fingers in your pussy. “I want you to see how you look cumming all over my fingers.”
Prying your eyes open, you focused on the mirror. Training your sights on Suna’s nimble fingers knuckles deep in you, you clamped down on him hard, gushing over his hands and thighs with a scream.
Before you had even fully come to, Suna was already busying himself with your spent pussy. Peeling your panties off, he slotted himself between your folds, coating his cock with your fluids before sinking you down on it.
Mutually, you gasped. Your hole fluttered around his length as the stretch of him entering burned you. Letting out a shaky exhale, Suna took his time, slowly lowering you down with small strokes until he had fully bottomed out. When you had finally adjusted, he hooked his arms around your legs, folding you in on yourself as he dragged his cock out of you.
You trembled at the feeling of his length being drawn out before slipping back in. You could practically feel every vein stroke your insides and the angle of his cock had you jabbering incoherencies when he abused the spot that had you falling apart. Suna’s pace was unrelenting, he bounced you on his lap, letting gravity take over before he lifted you up again.
“Fuck,” He grunted, angling his body to sink himself deeper. “Keep clamping down on me like that and I'm gonna cum.” His words had the opposite effect on you, and your cunt was swallowing him up, squeezing his cock with a vice-like grip.
Groaning, Suna tightened his grip on your legs. Standing up from the bed, he bullied his cock into you, lifting and dropping you down on him with vigor. Moaning in pure ecstasy, you hollered at his pace grabbing onto whatever you could to steady yourself.
You’d gone dumb at this point. Sobbing uncontrollably, you were unable to moan or form any sounds other than the string of slurred syllables that made up his name.
“Suna! Su- su-…”
“I know,” he hushed you, pressing sloppy kisses to your cheek down to your neck and shoulders.
“Fuck!” he grunted. “Gonna… gonna cum!”
Gripping his wrists you tried to find the words. “Don- don’t pull out..” you slurred, teetering over the edge of bliss.
Your words shot straight to his pulsing cock and he emptied himself inside you with a strangled cry. The feeling of him filling you up with his warm seed pushed you over the edge. Crying, you gushed around him, pushing his cock out as he tried to fuck you through your orgasm. Coming down from his high, Suna pulled out of you, the mix of fluids dripping out of your worn cunt and onto the hardwood floor.
Relaxing in his arms, your eyes fluttered closed. Leaning your head back, you looked up at him. Sweat lined his brow and his face was a violent shade of pink as he huffed, meeting your gaze.
“So,” you rasped. “Wanna go again, pervert?”
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i miss sunarin so much can’t stop thinking about being roommates w him and teasing him to death :(
#here’s more random roommate texts to make me forget abt what’s going on in jjk#no particular reason or order just rintarou <3#haikyuu smau#suna rintarou x reader#suna rintaro smau#suna rintarou#rintarou suna#rintarou suna x reader#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarō
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i have been forming this fic idea in my head where you meet sunarin thru mutual friends then you start online dating. always ft with each other and such. then you finally meet rin when he has a game close to where you live. (when he's an ejp raijin player) and i imagine it kinda like those ppl who are in long distance relationships and they see their bae at the airport or some shit and literally jump on them. when you go to hug him and take in that first breath of his scent you whisper, "i love you" he's taken aback by the confession at first but welcomes it none the less
also he drops little hints to his twitter + insta followers by posting pics of your dinner and you two holding hands. and komori is blowing up his phone bc he's super nosy. when suna finally does get around to answering his calls komori is upset to know that tsumu found out before he did. rin didn't intentionally tell atsumu and he was surprised he actually kept it a secret. the only reason he found out was bc he was at onigiri miya one time otp with you and atsumu happened to hear your voice and ask about you.
#remi's thoughts#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#suna rintaro#rintarou suna x reader#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarou#suna rintaro haikyuu#suna rintaro fluff#suna rintarou x reader#rintaro suna#rintarou suna#suna x reader
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“she fell first, but he fell harder” with any inarizaki boy of your liking please! 🩵 have a good day~
pairing rintarou suna x f!reader
word count 2.6k
content contains mutual pining, tutor!au, right person/wrong time, bittersweet ending, unrequited love, slight angst
author’s notes maybe not what u anticipated hehe
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You don’t look up from your book even though the slamming of a bookbag on top of the table obnoxiously announces the arrival of another student, one who’s obviously going to take the seat next to yours.
“Hey—” So it’s a boy then.
“—can I ask you for a favor?”
Now you look up, partially annoyed that he’s interrupted you while you were in the middle of reading a particularly interesting paragraph, but more curious than not. You tilt your head, taking him in. Of course, you know Rintarou Suna — it’s hard for any student in the school not to know him. But just because you’re aware of his existence — and if you dare to allow yourself to be bold enough, you think he’s aware of your own — doesn’t exactly make the two of you chummy enough to ask each other for favors on a Tuesday morning.
You must have a bad poker face because he raises both hands in mock surrender. “Look, just hear me out. I need to pass this English class or my coach and captain won’t sign off on allowing me to play in the next few matches. I’ve seen the rankings; you’re top of our class. You know this shit a lot better than I do.”
A beat passes.
Two startling and equally scary revelations:
Now that you’re finally seeing him up close, Suna’s eyes are a much lighter shade than you thought they were. (Not that you’ve given his eyes much thought up until now, anyway.) It suits him. And,
Suna is absolutely aware of your existence.
“I’ll owe you one.” He says, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He’s playing at being nonchalant, but you can see it in those lighter-than-you-thought eyes of his that he’s practically pleading with you.
“I want you to convince Atsumu Miya to do an interview for the school paper.” You finally say.
Raised eyebrows is the closest thing you’ll get to seeing emotion on his face, you think. “Done.” And then, “Why Atsumu?”
“He’s not an easy person to get a hold of, but I know being the first person to ever interview him will probably mean something in the future.”
He nods, taking it in. “So it’s not because you’ve got a crush on him?”
You can’t tell if he’s teasing you or not; his voice and facial expression give nothing away. Shifting a bit in your seat, you frown. “No. His bad dye job makes him an eyesore.”
The corners of Suna’s mouth curve up at that.
ii.
“I didn’t know you wrote for the school paper,” Suna says.
“I’m the president of the club.” You push a paper covered in red pen marks, all of them corrections and criticisms against him. “Suna, we’ve been going at this for almost two weeks now. How have you barely improved?”
“Maybe you’re just not a good tutor.” You can read him well enough to know that he’s only joking. “You wanna be a journalist or somethin’?”
“Don’t try to change the subject. At least pretend to look over your paper.” Sighing because you know he won’t actually do anything unless you appease him, you shrug. “I want to be a sports reporter.”
“So that’s why you were so excited to meet with Atsumu!” You don’t expect him to actually be invested in your life, but you excuse his exclamation as him being bored out of his mind and savoring any distraction he can get.
The idea of being just a pleasant distraction from the pain of schoolwork makes you feel weird.
iii.
As you near the two-month mark since your tutoring sessions began, you make progress with Suna. He’s funnier than you realize, both of you sharing the same dry sense of humor that has jokes that can only properly be delivered if you say it with a straight face. He’s shown you about 200 of the images and videos cluttering his camera roll, and you pretend there’s no intimacy in that. His grades in English have substantially gotten better, to the point where you’re certain one day he’s going to decide that he doesn’t need tutoring anymore.
(For some reason, that makes you kind of sad.)
For now, you’re content to just be sitting next to him, both of you silently working on your assignments. He’s rewriting his essay due tomorrow (he’s a bit of a procrastinator, really) and you on your latest article for the school paper. The silence in the library — the silence wrapping the two of you together — is surprisingly comfortable.
Sometimes, Suna can’t make it to the tutoring sessions, and you pretend that it doesn’t matter. You just shrug and smile and move on. After the third time he does, he confesses that it’s because he’s seeing someone.
We’re just talking, he tells you. But you know that he must really like her because Suna doesn’t usually waste his breath talking about things he doesn’t care to talk about. He’s the one who brought her up completely unprompted. You actually would have been more than okay with remaining completely oblivious to whoever Suna decides to enter the talking stage with.
He yawns, stretching his arms while he does so.
It should be illegal, you decide, for someone so out of reach to still be so close to you. If you shifted your body back against your chair, nothing would stop the inevitability of his outstretched fingers brushing against your hair. The thought of that happening makes you far more excited than it should.
(He never tells you when they stop talking, but you know when they do because somewhere in between all these tutoring sessions, you started to learn him.)
iv.
“You really think I’m just messin’ around?” He’s got his elbow resting on the library table, cheek and chin laying against the open palm of his hand. When Suna smiles, it’s a little crooked, almost like a smirk, yet warm enough to cause heat to rise to your cheeks, especially when he’s smiling and staring at you like that, like you’re the one person he actually wants to see.
“You’re always messing around,” You point out.
“I wouldn’t joke about this.” There’s that familiar pleading look in his eyes that contains enough superhuman strength to pound away at your steely resolve. It’s the same look he gave you all those months ago when you two were nothing more than classmates exchanging favors. It’s the same damn look that got you caught up in all sorts of messes: rearranging your schedule to tutor him, suddenly spending more time making sure you look good for school, rejecting the other guy who first asked you the same question Suna’s asking now…
“I’m serious. Please go to the dance with me.”
“You didn’t even give me chocolate or flowers.” You manage to say, trying to ignore the pleased sensation that overtakes your body. It’s a different reaction from what you felt when your other classmate asked, and he at least had the decency to bring you your favorite drink from the vending machine when he did it. “This doesn’t seem like a very serious request.”
He snorts. “Would you have even wanted me to show up to homeroom with a poster and a bouquet and the twins serenading you as I asked you to a school dance?”
He knows you well enough that an extravagant proposal like that would have you wanting to run into the nearest bathroom stall and lock yourself in there until school ended. The fact that he knows you would hate anything remotely close to that, less dramatic or not, makes you agree to go with him.
(Perhaps he’s spent these tutoring sessions learning you, as well.)
v.
“Hey!”
You turn around at the sound of a familiar voice, smiling when he comes into view. Donned in the same oversized gown, graduation cap hanging from one hand, Rintarou Suna is smiling back at you.
“Knew you would graduate top of our class. Congratulations.”
“And you were ranked within the top twenty. Being a volleyball star just wasn’t enough for you, huh?”
It feels good to be out here, freshly graduated and knowing the rest of the world is out there, just beyond the boundaries of your high school. The heat is getting the best of everyone wearing the thick graduation gowns, but instead of looking like a sweaty mess like the rest of you mere mortals, Rintarou just seems to shine, as if he’s made for summer. His hair sticks up, probably an effect of being stuffed in the cap for so long, and you find yourself pressing down on his hair. This isn’t the first time you’ve tried to help him tame his cowlick, and the action is so familiar, that it doesn’t even catch him off guard.
“My tutor carried.” He says, grinning at you.
(You feel considerably warmer now, and it’s not because of the sun.)
The laugh you give him makes his grin only grow wider. You sound equal parts pleased and surprised, just like how you always do whenever he decides to randomly compliment you. Is it bad that he wants to make you laugh like this for the rest of his life?
Before he can make a proper quip, one that will surely have you laughing even harder, someone is gently tugging you away from him.
“Hey, babe, my parents wanted to get pictures of us together.” And then, as if realizing Suna’s right there even though he’s tall enough to be hard to miss and close enough to tug you back towards him, the boy stares at him. “Oh, hey. Suna, right?”
Everyone here pretends as if it’s not already obvious that you all know each other.
“Congrats on nationals, man.”
“Thanks.” Suna says, without sounding the least bit thankful, even though he should be. He thought the two of you broke up already, and he’s been preparing for how he’s going to confess his feelings for you for the past two months now. At least now, he won’t have to suffer your rejection and embarrass himself for making a move on a taken girl.
“C’mon, my mom’s going to hate us if we keep her waiting any longer.” Your boyfriend is holding your hand, leading you toward wherever his parents are. You turn your head, looking like you want to say something to Rintarou, anything at all, but instead you give him a shrug and a small smile.
He keeps that smile of yours tucked safely in his pocket, not knowing that it’ll be a few more years until he gets to see it again.
vi.
Staying in touch is hard, but Suna is nothing if not stubborn. A random TikTok sent to you at 2 AM here, an attempt to meet for lunch if the two of you are in the same city at the same time there.
Getting drunk from your high school reunion and sneaking into the library the two of you spent the better half of your high school years pining after each other in is the most fun Suna’s had in years. The two of you are lying on the plush carpet, too drunk to care about how dirty it must be.
“Gosh, we spent so much time in this place.” You’re looking up at the ceiling, tacky glow-in-the-dark stars still stuck to it, remnants left behind by students who graduated way before you two.
“Some of the happiest times of my life.” He’s being too honest without realizing it.
You laugh, thinking he’s just joking because you always think he’s joking every time he tries to hint at his feelings for you. Feelings that didn’t hit him until he realized how pretty you are, even with your hair tied back and your bottom lip being bitten to death by your teeth as you type away at an article none of the students in this school will even bother to read. Feelings that he wished he confessed to you on the dancefloor, when the two of you slow danced, and you asked him are we doing this as friends? and he didn’t have the balls to say anything but of course it’s as friends.
“Yeah, I bet having me roast the shit out of every paper you wrote was the highlight of your second year.”
“It’s because it was you doing it that made me so happy.”
You laugh even louder at that. “Oh my God, Rin, you’re such a sap when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not just sayin’ shit just to say it, y’know? I mean it.” He tries his hardest to make the sincerity in his words stick, but he’s drunk, and his words are kind of slurred, and his intentions just slip and slide away. “I liked you back then.” Still do, he doesn’t say. I still like you.
“No way, really?” You turn to face him, wide-eyed with a tipsy smile on your face that lets him know that you just don’t know how serious he is right now. “Because I had the biggest crush on you in high school too!”
He always assumed the feelings were returned, but the possibility that they weren’t — that him confessing would just fuck up your friendship and have you leave him — was too large for him to risk it. Swallowing hard, he asks,
“Did you… Did you ever think we would end up together? Back then, I mean?”
You hum, too inebriated and maybe too distant to him now to recognize the pleading look in his eyes. “I wanted us to, but then I thought there wasn’t a chance in hell you would actually like me back. Gosh, this was all so long ago, though. I can’t believe we used to like each other, isn’t that so funny, Rin?”
The used to reveals enough to him.
vii.
You’ve made a name for yourself now. You’re not just a mere sports reporter (he doesn’t know that he’s the first person you confessed your dream career to), but every professional volleyball team in Japan has deemed you their favorite reporter to see out on court. Rintarou blames the fluttering of his heart and the excitement that floods him every time he sees you at one of his games on your popularity, but he sees through his own flimsy excuse.
You don’t show favoritism when it comes to conducting your post-game interviews, but tonight, you’re standing in front of the camera with him, smiling up at him with a microphone in your hand. He’s happy you’re here, but the only question he cares to answer is the what if? that’s been haunting him ever since that reunion. What if he confessed in high school? What if he sobered up after that night and told you the truth? Would this interview be different, then? Would you still say,
“Congratulations on a game well played!”
And would he still say,
“I heard some more congratulations are in order.” He’s giving you the same lopsided smile he always gives you, the smile that rests on his face yet belongs to only you. It’s all anyone could talk about. Pictures of you flood his timeline; his teammates, other players, and sports fans alike all were overjoyed at your happy announcement. You didn’t just win his heart over, but a good portion of Japan’s as well.
“Congratulations on your engagement.”
You smile at him, practically beaming, shining so much brighter than these stadium lights, and he holds onto this one even tighter. A smile just for him, placed right next to the memory of the one you’d given him at graduation.
#suna rintaro x reader#suna x reader#rintarou suna x reader#hq x reader#fluff#one shot#drabble#angst#imagine#hq fanfic#wttcsms writing warmups
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・❥ 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚
ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 1.7𝙠, 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭 (𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙤, 𝙙𝙪𝙝), 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙡 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙚), 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙥, 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙮!𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙖, 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖 & 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮), 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 (𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮'𝙖𝙡𝙡), 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢, 𝙈𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 (𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙮), 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞
✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘪 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 :(. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘪𝘧 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦? 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺! ༄
Suna whistles lowly, watching as you grab your purse and pack things inside it. You hear his footsteps behind you as you pack your lipgloss and lip liner, expecting him to do something cute like wrap his arms around your waist. Instead you yelp as you feel his hand slap your ass, making the flesh jiggle in your velvet dress.
"Rin," you say sternly, he can already imagine your facial expression too. You zip up your hand bag, picking it up before turning around. You look into Suna's almond eyes but it doesn't meet yours, he's too busy scanning your body, practically drooling. "Let's go, Rinnie." you say, walking away. You barely get 2 inches away because he's pulling you back, your tits pressed against his chest, giving him the best sight he could ever ask for.
"You look so good, baby." he says with a lick of his lips, hands going from your hips down to your ass. He doesn't even mind your lip gloss as you peck his lips, feeling the way he gives your ass a good squeeze. "Don't get any ideas. You always do this when we go out together." you warn kindly, smoothing down his shirt. He lets you for a few seconds before you look back up at him, looking a little too delectable. "I won't, don't worry." he tells you, leaning down to press his lips against yours.
You walk out the door of your house, Suna following closely behind you. The limo has been waiting for you for a while now (your fault for taking your sweet time making finishing touches on your appearance). Suna's eyes are stuck on the sway of your hips until you get in, leaving the door open for him to also climb into the limo. A bottle of wine and glass cups awaits you inside and of course you have to indulge yourself with a cup or two (or maybe three). You grab a glass, pouring a considerable amount of the dark red wine into your cup.
Suna watches the way you purse your lips as you bring the glass up, careful to not fuck up your lip gloss. You still manage to leave a smudge on the rim of the glass after you've taken a well needed sip, putting the glass down carefully. "C'mere." You turn to Suna as he calls over for you. You're literally so close to him that your thighs are touching. "What?" He pats his lap and you dead pan at him. "Are you gonna act right if I sit there?" he scoffs before spreading his legs wider. "Yea now come sit down, mama."
You swing your leg over his before settling down on his lap, his hands finding purchase on your waist. "Clingy." you tease him. You're stuck between kissing him and risking getting your pussy pounded right here in this limo and teasing him but not giving in to his wants. The problem is, your wants are also his wants which creates this internal battle you're having.
"I just like having you on top of me." he says lowly, trying to maintain eye contact and not focus on the way your dress rises up, exposing your thighs and almost giving him a peek of your panties. "I like it either when you sit on my lap," he adds before tightening his grip on your waist. "or when you're bouncing on it." You know exactly what it is and Suna can't hide the way he grins at your reaction. He's too hot and you're more aware of that than ever. His lips are so enticing and he can't help the way his ego inflates a little bit when you can't even maintain eye contact yourself, constantly letting your gaze linger on his plush lips every few seconds.
"I told you to act right." you tell him with sass to mask your growing lust, feeling the way he rubs your ass. "It don't look like you want me to act right." he retorts, still aware of you looking at his lips intently. "If you want a kiss, just gimme one." You fold at the rasp in his voice and are thankful at the fact that your lip gloss is drying. You lean in and kiss him the way you've been wanting to, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding onto your wrist behind his head.
He groans against your plush lips, feeling up your body until his hands land on your thighs. You suck on his lower lip, earning you a squeeze on your thighs. You can feel your arousal dampening the lacy fabric of your panties as his tongue meets yours and you can't help but feel like a hypocrite. You pull away as you feel Suna adjust beneath you, pressing his bulge against your clothed cunt. A laugh rumbles deep in his chest as he looks at your flustered expression. "Sorry, mama, you look too good." he admits.
You move slightly in his lap, breath hitching slightly as you feel his dick grind against your clit. You think for a moment, looking him up and down, from his lips to his eyes before giving in. You look back to where the driver is, making sure the privacy screen of the limo is up before making your decision. "Please make it quick, Rinnie. We're almost there." You don't have to tell him twice as he begins undoing his belt. You get up momentarily to pull your panties off, making sure to be careful when maneuvering it around your heels. You throw it to the side carelessly before settling back on Suna's lap, your lips on his in an instant.
Now that both of you are exposed, he takes the opportunity to spread your slick on his cock, grinding your sexes against each other eagerly. You can feel his throbbing over your own, moaning softly into his mouth at the feeling. "Inside, baby, inside." he groans, lifting your hips up. You let him, gasping against his lips as you feel his tip enter your pussy. "Rinnie," you whimper, clawing at his back through his shirt as he barely thrusts upwards, getting his dick deeper inside you.
He replies to you with a hum, trailing kisses down your jaw and to your neck. You whine at the stretch as you slowly go down his dick until your thighs make contact with his. "That's it, mama." he mumbles, feeling the way you pulse around him. He let's you adjust to him, taking the time to litter your exposed collar bone with hickeys. You're grinding down on him without meaning to, feeling his dick press against that sweet spot deep inside you.
Your break time is over when you feel him lift his hips, fucking up into you. He's thankful for the dress you decided to wear, easily bringing down the straps and exposing your nipples since you decided to go braless. His mouth latches onto your bud, letting out a moan against your skin as his cock pistons in and out of your sweet pussy. He releases it with a pop and you shudder as air hits the moist area. You lean in to capture his lips with yours, letting him put in work as he pounds you with vigor.
"Feels good, baby?" he asks and you nod, pressing your forehead against his. He's glad he pulled his pants down enough because your arousal seemed to be leaking nonstop, dripping down to his balls and thighs. "Feels good, Rinnie. So so good." you mewl, eyes shut tightly at the pleasure. He can tell with the way you're throbbing, the way you grip the back of his shirt that'll inevitably leave wrinkles, and the way your pussy squeezes his dick. You can't help it when he fits inside you so nicely, knowing exactly how to put his impressive size to use.
"Gonna cum, mama?" he asks genuinely, knowing your body better than yours. Your breathing patterns have changed and your pussy begins to flutter, creating an amazing feeling for himself. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, giving him a nod. "Mhm." you hum, eyes shutting tightly as you chase the feeling and he helps bring it to you. His dick moving in and out of you at a constant speed as he kisses your neck is enough to do it for you, causing you to cry out louder than you expected. "Fuck, baby, I feel it. Feel you coming on me."
Suna's not too far behind speeding up his thrusts as he feels himself on the verge of bursting inside you. "Lemme cum in this pretty pussy." he moans, throwing his head back against the car seat. You nod eagerly, a series of 'yes's escaping you as he starts overstimulating you. He suddenly comes to a stop with one hard thrust, pumping you full of everything he can give. Spurt after spurt has your head reeling, feeling the way he fills you up. "So fucking perfect, mama. Love you so much. So fucking much." he rambles as he mindlessly rides out his high, giving you slow short thrusts.
The driver comes to a halt and you scramble to get off of Suna's cock, squealing as you try to avoid dripping his cum from your pussy. He watches you as he simply pulls his boxers and pants back up, fixing his belt and calling it a day. You on the other hand are telling Suna to keep the car door locked, cleaning your inner thighs with your emergency wipes and fixing your hair all in 3 minutes. He waits patiently as you reapply your lip liner, carefully sliding your lip gloss across your top and bottom lip.
You hear a knock on the car window and give Suna the okay to open it. You're immediately met with the faces of 'Samu and 'Tsumu, a dead pan and a bright smile. Their faces immediately change as both their jaws drop, backing up to allow the two of you to exit. "It smells like sex in there." Atsumu says bluntly, earning him a shove from his twin. "I was thinking it but I didn't say it." Osamu agrees. You slap Suna's shoulder, telling him "I told you!". He raises his brow at you, starting with a, 'Didn't you' before you interject with a 'just go inside' as you make your way inside the party.
𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩
#haikyuu#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintaro x y/n#rintarou suna#rintarou suna x reader#rintaro suna x reader#haikyuu smut#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x black reader#black writers#inarizaki smut
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"are you sure i'm doing this right?" suna asks hesitantly, stroking the brush on your hair. you giggle to yourself, watching his focused expression in the mirror. the cream of the chosen color feels cold against your scalp, somehow almost relaxing.
"no clue." you just shrug your shoulders and attempt to look back at him.
"hey, don't move," he pouts, shaking his head. "i'll mess it up for real."
"let's hope for the best," you laugh and he just lets out a stressed sigh. you love how immersed he gets in little tasks like this, trying his best to not mess it up for you.
"i think..." he starts his sentence, but goes back to spread the dye even more. "now, i think i'm done."
"thanks babe." you stand up from the chair you borrowed from the kitchen and press a kiss on his cheek. suna quickly hugs your waist, pulling your body close to his.
"anytime." a small smirk plays on his lips before pressing them on yours.
in the end, your hair turned out a tiny bit patchy, but it isn't something that bothers you. suna immediately volunteered to dye your hair each time you need it, so he could get better at it. for you.
#sorry if this is not as inclusive !! i just dyed my hair so i had this thought#haikyuu x reader#suna x reader#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarou x reader#suna x you#haikyuu x you#hq x reader#hq x you#suna x y/n#haikyuu x y/n#suna fluff#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu headcanons#suna headcanons#rintarou suna x reader
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Public sex Ft. Inarizaki boys!
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairing: Suna, Osamu, Atsumu X Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut
Format: Drabble
Warnings: NSFW! content, (semi) public sex, oral(M&F receiving), Fingering, Vaginal penetration
Word Count: 0.8K
A/n: Haven't written about them for a while so :P
↳Rintarou Suna
Suna has always been fond of the good luck quickies you offer him before the games start.
He tries to keep an eye on the door to watch if anyone comes in as you told him too, but with the way you bob your head up and down on his length?
It's hard to miss such tempting view. How can he not stare into your beautiful eyes when you take him this well?
He groans when he feels you rolling your tongue around his tip, suddenly deepening him down your throat until the tip hits the back of it. And you choke, again, but you keep going, and assure Suna that one day, you will be the death of him.
He curses under his breath after he catches a glimpse of the watch, realizing there's only five minutes left until the match starts. Removing your mouth from his member reluctantly, he sits you on his lap, adjusting you on his cock before thrusting up hungrily, earning low mewls from you. He knows he's being rough and somewhat needy, but he just can't help it; It feels too good to be inside you.
He needs to come quickly now, and tonight after the game, he will make sure to take his time, returning the favor by pleasuring you twice as hard.
↳Osamu Miya
Sex in his office has always been a treat for you two. Osamu sure enjoys the sight of your body wrapped in a nice skimpy lingerie, and black tights embracing your long legs. He smirks when he pulls the garter and sets it free, loving how you jerk your hips when it slaps against your skin.
He reminds you to keep your voice down, that you're still in his office and he doesn't want others to find out how much of a slut you actually are; but he has no right to protest, since his fingers scissoring you open are pretty much the reason why you can't help but to let out lewd sounds.
Whenever one of the workers ask for permission to come in, he pushes you under the desk, gagging you with his already throbbing member as he keeps his voice normal and acts so smooth like you have literally zero effect on him. Sometimes you want to start sucking his dick while the worker is in his office to embarrass him, but you know you'll receive a hard punishment afterwards that's not worth all the trouble.
He whispers degrading comments into your ear, delighted by how you shiver when his lips make contact with your ear. His right hand grips one of your boobs while the other one fastens its speed, provoking you to moan louder.
He bites your shoulder when you finally reach your climax, tightening his grip around you so you don't fall from his lap. He then picks you up with no effort, places you on his desk while throwing all his belongings on the ground, ready to fuck your brains out.
↳Atsumu Miya
Atsumu loves it when you wear things he's bought for you. At the restaurant, he smiles when he glances from the menu to your black high heels, admiring how it has hugged your feet perfectly. When he gives his orders to the waiter and looks down the table, he's met with the high heels alone, without your feet in them. He's confusion doesn't last for long though, because he suddenly feels something poking his crotch, and when he looks down, he's met with your painted toe nails grinding on his clothed cock.
You somehow find your way to the storage room, in such hurry that you don't even bother to lock the door. He slams you against the wall and kneels in front of you, peppering your skin with light, but hungry kisses. He starts from your ankles and comes up, fingers holding your legs tightly. A small groan escapes his lips when he finally has a taste of your wet pussy, and starts taking his frustration out on your poor little cunt. He doesn't listen when you tell him to slow down or you might not be able to hold your voice back, simply telling you that you asked for it and now you gotta face the music. He doesn't even care that his pants might be ruined when kneeling like this, because nothing matters to him, as long as he can have his way with you.
You end up sticking to the wall as he pounds into you, moaning at how your walls swallow him whole. You're so fucking tight and he doesn't even have to move, being inside you is enough to make him lose his mind. Although he's always been obsessed with how your voice gets louder when you release all over him, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to hear that pretty voice of yours, again.
Reblogs are appreciated!
#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x reader#suna x reader#suna x you#suna x y/n#suna smut#osamu x you#osamu x reader#osamu x y/n#osamu smut#atsumu x reader#atsumu x you#atsumu x y/n#atsumu smut#haikyuu smut#suna rintarou x reader#rintarou suna x reader#osamu miya x reader#miya osamu x reader#atsumu miya x reader#miya atsumu x reader#suna rintarou smut#miya osamu smut#miya atsumu smut#rintarou suna smut#osamu miya smut#atsumu miya smut#suna imagines#ashthemadwriter
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random bc i miss suna
#suna fluff#haikyuu suna rintarou#rintarou suna x reader#suna x reader#suna rintarou#haikyuu rintarou#fluff haikyuu#haiyuu fluff#fluff#rintarou fluff#rintarou x reader#rintarou suna#suna rintarou imagine#suna x you
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Early
✨ NSFW MDNI ✨
Kita x Reader x Suna
Warnings: Erotic Threesome [PNP] vaginal penetration, oral female receiving/slight male receiving, voyeurism, praise, dirty talk, beautiful as a pet name, baby as a pet name, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slight aftercare, complete and utter filth...
Reader speaks using the Kansai dialect...
Inarizaki University AU (don’t say it’s not any different than canon because here y’all are consenting adults not children!)
Kita is always exceptionally early for volleyball practice, and not just because he’s the captain. He’s early so he can release the day’s tension before dealing with the chaotic Miya twins. By fucking his gorgeous girlfriend in the locker room before anyone else arrives. Nobody has an inclining their stoic captain is actually a horny mess. No one but you and Suna.
Suna who is your best friend. Suna whose had a huge crush on you since you met. Suna who thinks he’s hidden his affections well enough that no one knows he’s in love with you. Suna who sneaks in to watch as your pussy creams around his captain’s cock.
Kita is not only intelligent and clever, he’s observant. He knows your best friend is in love with you. He also knows Suna respects the two of you enough to not make a move. The first time Kita notices Suna watching, he lets it slide thinking it was an accident. And seeing as he never said anything about the event to anyone, Kita didn’t feel the need to bring it up. However, the third time Kita notices him he decides action is required.
Kita sits on the locker room bench with you in his lap, thrusting up into your dripping cunt. The skin of your back sticking to his sweating bare chest. Legs thrown over his thighs and ankles hooked under his knees. One of his arms wrapped around your sternum pins you upright, squeezing your breasts and tweaking your hard nipples. The other hand on your jaw, turning your face to meet his mouth in a sloppily passionate kiss.
Suna watches your naked bodies collide from around the corner of the lockers, almost completely hidden from view. He palms his aching erection through his uniform pants, biting down on the flesh of his lips. Filthy wet smacking echoes throughout the mostly empty locker room. The sounds would have been embarrassing had you been able to form a coherent thought.
Kita deeply groans your name, praising your ability to take him so well. “So good fer me. Gorgeous pussy molded ta the shape of my cock. Body made for me, beautiful, ya were made for me.”
Heated kisses cover your neck, prompting whines of your boyfriend’s name to fall from your swollen lips. Your velvet walls constrict, forcing the duo-tone haired man to pant in utter bliss. His heavy balls smack against your ass and vulva lips, occasionally hitting your clit. Those intense thrusts have you squealing, spine arching, grinding down fervently chasing the shock waves of pleasure. Your arousal drips onto the tile floors.
Kita’s voice startles you as he calls for the voyeur, “ya may as well join us, Suna.”
You shriek as your best friend comes into view, his face tense and deathly pale. You grip Kita’s thighs, nails digging crescents into his flesh. Suna’s khakis are undone and the strain of his long cock pushes against his boxers. A gleam catches your eye, the tip of his dick peeking out of his waistband. Precum coating the head and wetting the fabric. He is mesmerized watching Kita’s cock disappear between your soaking folds. Your boyfriend never stops hammering into you as Suna watches. Narrow green eyes flicker between your cunt, face and his captain.
“I said for ya to join us.” You jolt in Kita’s grasp at his authoritative tone, unconsciously clenching his dick.
Sluggishly, as if drugged, Suna scuffles forward until he stands in front of you. Slowly, his vulpine eyes meet yours, pupils blown wide. He gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Are you OK with this?”
Kita smirks, thrusts slowed by how tight you’d gotten with the brunet before you, “if only ya felt they way she clamped down on mah cock when I told ya to join.”
Suna struggles to stare at your face, waiting for your approval. Typical lack of expression missing. He chews his bottom lip, hands squeezing into tight fists the crescents of his nails digging into his palms. Thin eyebrows furrowed, restraining himself.
Choking back a moan, your chest heaves, “I- … yes, Rin… please…”
You aren’t sure what you’re pleading for, but Suna drops to his knees in front of you. Glancing up, he studies your expression as he leans forward tentatively licking your clit.
You cry out as white hot lightning zaps your entire frame, causing your body to spasm. Babbling nonsense, you roll your hips seeking Suna’s mouth. Kita groans behind you, reveling in the vice grip your pussy has on his cock. Flicking your throbbing clit relentlessly with his tongue, the middle blocker pushes back the hood with a finger completely exposing your sensitive nerve endings to his rampage. Spine arching, legs quaking from tense muscles, your ecstasy emits a silent scream. Moaning in appreciation, the brunet devours the ring of cream his captain pulls from your core.
Trembling fingers attempt to push his face away from your swollen cunt. Licking his lips, Suna eyes your tearful face while relishing the sweet flavor of your release. Your mascara’s running, both craving and loathing the overstimulation Kita’s thrusts bring. Awed by your beauty, your best friend simple stares at your glazed over eyes, mouth hanging open as cries tumble free.
“Suna,” your boyfriend’s strained baritone rumbles. Eyes squeezed shut, his fingers dig into your flesh, sure to leave bruises in their wake. “Again.”
Snapping from his reverie, Suna instantly obeys. Sucking your sensitive pearl between his lips, the brunet lets a hand wander. He rubs your thighs, hips, anywhere he can reach while still fervently playing your clit like a musician does an instrument. His other hand releases his painfully hard member from its confines and strokes.
You feel the heated coil compress in your stomach again. Trembling from Suna’s mouth licking, sucking and caressing your cunt as Kita tweaks your nipples, jack-hammering into you. The back of your head hits your duo toned boyfriend’s shoulder as your vision blurs from more than the tears streaming down your hot cheeks. Knowing you’re close, Kita turns your face, his bruised lips finding yours.
“Shin,” the name muffled by your joined mouths, “Shin I’m gonna… Shin I’m gonna cum, Shin!”
The man urges you towards another release, “cum fer me then, beautiful.”
Kita swallows the scream of his name that rings out only moments later. Faster and harder than ever before your body convulses, squeezing the dick buried inside you. He gasps, hips stuttering. Completely overwhelmed by the clenching of your hot insides. Nonrhythmic thrusts jolt into your faded conscious as Kita fills the condom hugging his length.
Blinking to clear the black spots clouding your vision, you slump against your boyfriend’s chest. Hands soothingly rub your arms, sides, thighs. Soft kisses cover your temple. Humming in post orgasmic bliss, you close your eyes nestling into Kita and forgetting your best friend kneeling before your core.
“Come on, beautiful,” Kita’s voice rumbles against your spine, “can’t leave Suna like this, isn’t he yer best friend? I need him functional fer practice.”
Slipping out his softening cock, Kita uses a hand to remove the condom. Tying a knot he sets it aside to dispose of later. Breathless, he points to his gym bag, round golden irises locked on sharp green ones.
“There are more in the pocket yer free ta use one. Unless, you’ve yer own?”
Suna’s narrow eyes widen, brows raise getting lost in his sweeping hairline. After a few silent blinks, the middle blocker flashes to your boyfriend’s duffle. Haphazardly tossing his uniform clothes to the floor at the same time. Returning, Suna shifts his naked weight awkwardly. Shaking hands fiddling with the condom wrapper. Unsure how this next act is going to occur.
Hooking his leg over the bench, Kita turns the two of you to straddle the pew. He motions for Suna to join you both. Scooting onto the wooden plank, the brunet faces you.
Your eyes dart down to the mass smacking his toned abdomen. As exhausted as your two orgasms left you, excitement tingles along your spine. He’s longer than Kita, but not as girthy. The two thick veins run along the curved shaft, pointing to the angry scarlet head. It looks painful and before you realize it your fingers trace his sticky slit.
Suna groans as he watches you rubbing his oozing precum around his tip. This is better than any wet dream he’s concocted, because it’s real. You’re actually touching him. He’s really going to fuck you. Gripping your wrist, he begrudgingly pulls you away from his dick.
Soft lips caress your palm, “not yet. I don’t want to cum yet.”
He drops your hand but not before placing a final kiss to your racing pulse. Stiffly, the brunet flounders with rolling the cover down his aching length. Kita’s hands at your hips push you towards Suna as the man wraps your legs around his waist. Positioning himself at your entrance, he locks his pointed gaze on you.
“May I kiss you?” Suna fondly strokes your cheeks.
Twisting to stare at Kita, you study his glazed over expression. “Shinsuke?”
Bright golden orbs deviate from his raptured study of your heaving breasts. He softly smiles, placing a gentle peck on your lips. Trailing tender kisses down as you arch your neck.
Nipping at your flesh he finally speaks, “of course. Take care of our Sunarin, won’t ya?” Kita’s captain voice gentler but command undeniable.
You don’t have time to consider his choice of words as your best friend’s mouth collides with yours in a fiery kiss; pushing all the passion Suna’s felt towards you through the years. Teeth tugging at your bottom lip, you open slightly allowing his tongue to dart into your mouth. Humming, your fingers tangle into his dark tresses drawing him closer. You gasp as Suna’s cock presses into your burning core.
A whimper comes from both of you. Stinging overstimulation on your part has you wriggling. Torn between trying to escape and desiring more. Your hands tug his dark fluffy locks. Suna’s long slender fingers travel from your face, down your breasts feather light over your nipples sliding down your stomach to grip your hips.
Kita continues to press open mouthed kisses, licks and bites along your neck and shoulders. His hands massage your breasts, pinching your nipples. Rolling the tender buds exactly how you love. Your third orgasm speedily creeping up on you.
A shocked whine vibrates against your tongue. Suna breaks the kiss, strings of saliva connecting you. The brunet glances down, his hips stuttering. Kita’s fingers are twisting and tugging his nipples as well as yours. Impatient, your boyfriend knocks your hips forward with his own, reminding Suna of his task at hand. Once vehement thrusts resume, Kita moves one of your best friend’s hands from your hips to your swollen clit.
You clamp down on his cock, sobbing both males’ names. Struggling to avoid the touch on your throbbing pearl. Kita keeps you locked in place, unable to escape the merciless painful pleasure.
“Quit runnin’, beautiful,” your boyfriend chastises you, “ya need ta take all of him.”
The brunet groans, “gotta loosen up, baby. I can’t move with your pussy sucking me in like this.”
Suna’s length hits places you’ve never felt, prodding at your cervix. Veins of his pretty cock dragging along your spasming walls. Your legs flail, toes curling at the electricity of Suna rubbing shapes against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Fingernails scraping his scalp, you smash your lips against his, wailing into his open mouth. Tears stream down your cheeks as your vision bursts with white stars.
“Fuck! So tight, milkin’ my cock.” Suna moans your name, “you feel amazing. Never knew pussy could feel this fuckin’ good. You’ve ruined sex for me, never gonna want to fuck another pussy but yours.”
You scream, babbling the brunet’s name, “Rin! Rin, oh mah… Rintarō! Ya feel so good, Rin!”
When you come to, both males are covering you in feather light kisses. Eyes still slightly blurry from your momentary unconsciousness. Hands gently massaging your sore hips and trembling spread thighs. You’re slumped forward, resting against Suna. Sweat slicked chests stuck together, arms hanging limply at your sides.
Later, you would have much to discuss with your best friend but for now you’ll enjoy the pampering followed by a much deserved nap. Safe to say your boys had a great practice.
#suna x reader#kita x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyu x reader#suna rintaro x reader#rintaro suna x reader#suna rintarou x reader#rintarou suna x reader#shinsuke kita x reader#kita shinsuke x reader#kita x reader x suna#suna x reader x kita
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thinking abt playing the pocky game with suna rin >:( slightly unedited?
“yo, can i have one?”
you glance up from your phone as suna rintaro takes a seat beside you, pressing his leg into yours as his hand rests on his skateboard, which was currently held upright. he’s looking at the packet of strawberry pocky in your hands.
“no,” you mutter plainly, tucking your phone away as suna pouts, staring at you with mock puppy dog eyes.
“i’ll be good,” he pleads, setting his skateboard in between his legs and cupping his hands together, as if begging. you push him away jokingly, a small smile creeping onto your face at the sight of your friend pitifully trying to win you over.
“go back to skating, loser. i was perfectly content when you left me alone in favour of skating around.”
“okay, but i brought you here so you could watch me, not your stupid ass tiktoks. wanted you to see some new tricks i can do,” the dark-haired murmured.
“then can we go get dinner?”
“yeah, but only if you watch and film me first.”
“sure, i will, give me your phone-”
“-not until you give me a pocky.”
you raise a brow at him, “seriously, rin? strawberry isn’t even your favourite flavour.”
“so? i still want one.”
he really enjoys pushing your buttons but you hold your ground with an unimpressed expression. picking a stick from the packet, you raise the breadstick end to your mouth and keep it held between your teeth, reminiscent of a farmer with a blade of wheat.
“no,” you affirm.
however, nothing could have prepared you for suna’s next move as he latches on to the other end of the pocky without hesitation.
to your horror, his face is approaching yours and just when you think he can’t get any closer, he proves you wrong, daring to take the bite and minimise the gap between your faces. you’re not pulling away though, and you don’t necessarily want to either.
when the gap between you is minimised to the extent that suna now needs to tilt his head, his eyes flicker to yours, searching for something before decisively taking the last bite.
he tastes like strawberry, defeat and victory, all at the same time.
your hands snake up to his shoulders to hold him closer when you feel suna preparing to move away. you can tell he was not prepared for that small action by the way his body slightly jerks forward, closing the space between you two even more as he places a hand beside you for support. his skateboard falls on the cement with a loud clatter.
despite catching him off guard, that doesn’t stop his usual smirk from appearing on his face. you can feel him smile against your lips when he clasps his other hand behind your head.
you move away first, laughing slightly when he chases your lips, eyes blissfully closed. it takes a moment for him to open them.
the first words you say to him are, “that was so cringe.”
suna snorts, the hand that rested behind your head remaining there as his fingers begin to play with your hair, “thanks for the pocky. strawberry tastes better with you.”
you faux-gag as a way of hiding the effect of his words, “yeah, yeah, whatever. now can you give me your phone?”
he hums, reaching his hand into the pocky packet to grab another stick, “sure but first, we’re doing that again.”
#suna x reader#haikyuu x reader#suna rintarou x reader#suna rintaro x reader#rintarou suna x reader#hq x reader#suna rintaro x you#suna rintarou x you#suna rintarou fluff#suna fluff#suna rintarou x reader fic#suna rintarou x reader imagine#suna x you#haikyuu x you#earthtooz
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Thinking about riding suna in the back of his car while smoking a joint.
#high as shit rn#ran out of weed so gonna go cry now#but anyway back to suna like thus my be so hot while high#suna rintaro#skater suna#high suna#rintarou suna x reader
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the random suna rintarou! roommate text saga continues..
#rin and osamu eiffel tower when?????#im kidding.. but what if..#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smau#rintarou suna#suna rintarou x reader#suna rintarou#haikyuu#rintarou suna x reader#osamu miya#miya atsumu#atsumu smau#osamu smau#yes okay rin is a silly goose and he’s having a little moment rn#but you’ll get even so it’s fine
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Virgin!Suna is a horny mess. Whenever he sees you he gets a hard-on and has to run to the bathroom to jerk off and imagine that you are there between his legs, sucking his balls and cumming later on your face.
Virgin!Suna fantasizes about you in every possible way. You're always on his mind, whether it's on his face or on his cock. He often wonders what your cum would taste like, and the mere thought of it makes him get hard again and go get some toilet paper to jerk off again.
Virgin!Suna will come up behind you at the party and rub his cock against your ass like a fucking dog in heat. He'll whisper in your ear the wonderful things he could do to you if you were at home. Meanwhile, you'd be slumped over his shoulder, struggling with the heat and the shiver his dirty words send down your spine.
"I bet if you let me taste that little pussy, you'd end up on your knees in front of me begging for more, don´t you? What do you think about it?"
Virgin!Suna would despair and take it out on you for not fucking him that night in the cruelest way. A picture of his red cock, with cum all over his belly would ignite your desire and leave you horny for hours.
"Look at what you've done to me…. So miserable and proud that you won't help a poor virgin to milk his cock…. I hope it's a lesson for you next time, I don't let just anyone play with me".
#haikyuu smut#haikyuuheadcanon#haikyuu x reader#suna smut#hq smut#haikyuu scenarios#suna x reader smut#suna x reader#suna rintaro x reader#suna x you#suna x y/n#suna x female reader#suna rintaro smut#suna rintaro scenarios#suna rintaro imagine#suna rintaro drabbles#suna rintarou imagine#suna rintaro headcanons#suna headcanons#suna rintaro haikyuu#haikyuu suna x reader#haikyuu suna rintarou#haikyuu suna#rintaro suna x reader#smut smut smut#hq x reader#suna rintarou#hq suna#suna rintaro x you#suna rintaro x y/n
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"are you like... into that?"
you tear your eyes away from the screen a few seconds after rintarou says it, too rapt by what's unfolding in the movie scene to look away too soon.
"what do you mean?" you ask, glancing over to the other end of the sofa where he's seated. he's slumped down in the corner of the sofa, nestled right into the valley between the cushions where he always sits—which has resulted in a permanent sort of vaguely rintarou-shaped indentation that you hide using throw pillows when company comes over.
he's watching you very intently from his side of the sofa, too intently almost. you'd thought you'd felt his eyes on you while you were watching the movie, but you aren't exactly sure how long he's been staring, and now it leaves you wondering what exactly he's up to.
rintarou nods towards the television on the other side of the room, you look back at the screen once more and see the male lead still at the centre of the scene. he'd just gotten into a fight—shirtless, glistening with perspiration, and a strangely erotic trickle of blood trailing down his philtrum. you swallow a little as you become engrossed in the movie again, forgetting momentarily that you were ever asked a question at all.
"so?"
your eyes snap back to rintarou—who's still focused only on you, but with a slightly more disapproving look this time.
"what?" you ask him, a bit huffily. you're still not even sure what he'd been asking you in the first place.
"you've been ogling that guy since he got the shit kicked out of him," rintarou says pointedly, lifting a hand and gesturing towards the television. "you into that or something?"
there's something kind of accusatory in his tone.
"wha—hu—no," you stumble over your words in your haste to defend yourself. "i've told you i'm not into hardcore stuff. and that would constitute like... doctorate level BDSM."
rintarou's lips purse slightly. "do you think that guy's hot?"
"i mean... yeah," you answer after contemplating it for a moment. "i didn't really think so before but he's kinda sexy in this scene."
"he just got the shit kicked out of him," the boy at the other end of the sofa responds flatly.
"so you've pointed out," you answer. you turn back to the screen, watching as the battered male lead winds a roll of bandages around his ribs, then drags his knuckles roughly across his lips to clear away some of the blood that clings to them. your tongue peeks out to moisten your own unconsciously. "don't you think there's something kind of hot about a guy with a bit of blood on him?"
"is this a trick question?"
you look back at rintarou again, and find him still fixated on you rather than the film. he's pouting a bit, and it kind of makes you want to laugh. instead, you push yourself up from your own little nest at the opposite end of the sofa, crawling down towards him.
"rintarou, are you jealous because i called the bloody guy sexy?" you ask him as you pause at his side, resting back on your haunches.
he nibbles on the inside of his cheek—a habit he's had as long as you've known him—and for the first time in possibly the entire 54 minutes this movie has been playing, he averts his eyes from you.
"...no."
you do laugh then, swinging one leg over his lap to perch yourself atop him.
"you're being silly," you say to him as you balance yourself with your hands on his shoulders. his own come slithering up to settle at your waist, and his grip is a little tighter than you expect. he's still sulking though, refusing to look at you.
there's a loud crash in the film playing on the screen behind you, but you don't turn to look at it—you doubt that would help the situation at hand very much.
"rin," you coax him, making your voice as sweet as possible.
he doesn't look at you, but he does seem to bite the inside of his cheek a little harder now.
you dip down close to him, your mouth hovering over his and your eyes level. "rin-ta-rou."
he finally looks at you, his lips parting in surprise at your sudden nearness. you're so close that your mouths brush slightly thanks to that subtle movement, and he leans into the warmth of your lips to kiss you properly after getting such a small taste of it.
rintarou pulls away after one long, deep kiss, slouching back into the sofa again—but this time pulling you down with him into his little him-shaped indentation—holding you tightly to his chest as he gets you both comfortable. you let him maneuver you however he wants to, placating him with your docility to make him feel better, and keeping any comment about his jealousy to yourself—at least for now.
the two of you eventually find a comfortable way to rest, entwined together on his end of the sofa but both with a clear view to the screen to resume your spectating of the movie.
"what's so hot about a guy with a nosebleed anyway? i used to get them all the time when i was a kid," rintarou mumbles bitterly after a few moments, and you feel the words reverberate through his chest as you rest with your head upon it.
you laugh lightly, and your boyfriend's arms tighten around your waist.
he pipes up again after a few moments more pass in the film.
"you don't want me to start fighting or anything, do you?" he asks you skeptically.
you've effectively lost track of the movie's plot now, but you don't really care that much.
"no, rintarou, i don't want you to start fighting," you reply, patting his chest reassuringly. "you'd get your ass kicked anyway."
"well, apparently you're into that," he mutters.
"will you be quiet and just watch the movie, nosebleed boy?"
(a week later, rintarou sends you a photo from practice—having gracefully taken one of motoya's receives to the face—with an angry red welt on his cheek, blood dripping from his nose, and an obnoxious smirk on his lips. unfortunately, you are kinda into that.)
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just thinking about if rintarou suna had a dick piercing. he’ll have you folded in a mating press, legs on his shoulders, his dick hitting the gummy spot inside your cute little pussy… and the cold metal of the piercing hitting against your gspot. it’s essentially temperature play with how he’s using your dripping cunt to amuse himself. flicking your sensitive interior crevices with the cool metal, watching and laughing with his tongue pistoning out and in of you. giggling when your stomach clenches, when your back arches, etc.
#im sorry im thinking too hard#haikyuu!!#hq#hq imagines#hq x reader#haikyu x reader#haikyuu smut#hq hcs#rintarou suna#suna rintaro haikyuu#hq smut#hq fanfic#hq headcanons#hq x you#haikyuu#sunarin x reader#rintarou suna smut#suna headcanons#suna rintaro smut#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarou smut#suna smut#sunarin x reader smut#rin#sunarin#suna rintaro imagine#suna rintaro oneshot#suna rintaro scenarios#suna rintaro x y/n#rintarou suna headcannon
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