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hqbaby · 8 months
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fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader
you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?
genre. love triangle type. 18+ series content. college au, fwb, explicit sexual content, slow burn
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chapters.
oh cool — still winning — yours — not not serious — burn — best — kinda nice — sorry, my bad — fan favorite — rin — of course — an agreement — wreck his world —somebody's losing — need it — this is real — alone — all along — no idea — more than — bad — ily — real talk — get it now — you don't mean it — how much changed — knowing — maybe — fuck it — do what you do — right here
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extras. — [ ao3 crosspost coming soon ]
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missmeinyourbones · 2 months
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HOOKED ON HER FLESH
cw: afab!reader, fingering, pussy job, penetrative sex, pet names used (pretty girl, baby, etc), suckin and fuckin in the bath, raw fucking but this is not real so practice safe sex my friends
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The click of the front door is dull, and Rintaro can feel the burn in his calves when he bends down to place his gym bag beside the few pairs of tossed shoes by the entryway.
If you were on the couch like he'd half expected you to be, you'd scold him for leaving it there knowing one of you always trips over it. But you're not.
It's late, almost 11 PM when he returns home from a long day of training. The apartment is dim and oddly still when he weakly calls out to address his presence. With still no answer, he makes his way down the dark hallway with nothing but the kitchen light illuminating the space.
The second place he checks is the bedroom.
Weirdly enough, you're not there either. But before he even gets the opportunity to worry, he spots an outline of light shining through the closed bathroom door in his peripheral.
Quietly entering the bathroom, he's not all that surprised to find you sponging in the water, eyes closed and hair carelessly clipped up.
You're not asleep—he can tell by your breathing. He notes the glass of red slightly sipped on as it balances on the back ledge of the toilet.
He leans against the door frame, admiring you while he can before you shy away and refuse to let him. It's somewhat muggy in the room from the steam, and he gathers that you've been marinating for a while based on the drops of sweat beading in your supple creases and cleavage.
When the nippy draft of the open door finally makes its way to you, you crack your eyes open and jump a bit at the unexpected figure in the doorway.
Your face cushions a bit when you realize it's him, "God, you scared me. When did you get home?"
"Just now," he placates, making his way over to kneel beside you at the edge of the tub. That singeing ache returns in his calves, but he doesn't seem to care when he's this close to you, counting the steam droplets adorning your cheeks and eyelashes.
You're heavy with sleep when you reach for him, "How was practice?"
He hums in acknowledgment, letting his thumb trace your jaw in a gentle touch.
"Nothin' special," he shakes his head before smiling a bit at your drowsy murmurs. "Tired, baby?"
You nod along against his hand, "A little, yeah."
Opening your eyes, you admire your lover; he's tired too, the subtle lines of worry and fatigue marking his handsome face. Your eyes flicker to his blunt bangs, damp and sticking to his forehead.
Your fingers find them easily, brushing them off of his eyebrows and causing him to crinkle his nose. "You already showered?"
"Yeah," it's his turn to close his eyes. "Took a quick one before I left. Figured it was easier."
You seem pleased with his answer as you relax further into the water. "Good, 'cause I really didn't wanna have to get out."
He shakes his head in amusement, fingertips gently caressing your eyebrows and lids when he asks, "Why're you even in here?"
"What do you mean?"
"You only take baths if you're like, stressed or something."
"Not really stressed," you breathe, though the sigh entwined in your words betrays your point, "just wanted to relax a bit. Feel like I've been a bit wound up these past few days."
Rintaro nods but bites his tongue. His mind filters through the handful of times you've been a bit snippy with him this week. When he forgot to take out the trash and you called him annoying. When his shower went on just a few minutes too long, leaving the hot water merely lukewarm and you cursing at him. Just this morning, when the two of you were buzzing around the kitchen preparing for your days—he used the last of the milk in his coffee and didn't write it down on the grocery list, resulting in a glare from you and a passive-aggressive nudge towards the notepad on the counter.
As if noting the gears turning in his head, you whisper above the sound of water gently sloshing beneath you as you readjust your legs over the side of the tub.
"I'm sorry I've been kind of a bitch."
Rintaro chuckles and it sounds like love. His tone is light and airy when he squeezes your hand in solidarity, "I like you a little bitchy."
You roll your eyes, though both of you know it's harmless, and a warming silence comfortably overtakes your tiny apartment bathroom.
Rintaro thinks he's subtle, and maybe he is to anyone who isn't you, but you know him, and you know that his tender touches trailing from your hand to your leg are filled with both love and something a bit more desperate.
"So," his hand slowly caresses your damp leg as it dangles outside of the water, "wound up, huh?"
A glare is sent his way but the smiling pulling at your lips encourages him.
"Can I help?" His thumb applies some pressure to your calf, rubbing slow circles to the tender muscle and ears perking up at your soft sighs.
"You don't have to, you're probably tired and—”
He interrupts your weak restraint with a rough whisper against your cold ankle, "I'm never too tired to make you cum, let's get that straight."
He hears you kiss your teeth as his vulgarity, "I'm just saying, I'm okay."
And Rintaro does what he does best, and doesn't take no for an answer.
"Well, what if I want to?" he purrs against your skin, "What about my needs?"
"Your needs of making me cum?" you scoff behind a smirk.
"Exactly."
Sitting up a bit to better see you, he prompts you to uncross your legs with a gentle pry of his hand. You obey and spread yourself against the front of the bath, heels against the sides of the cold ceramic as he slips a sluggish hand between your thighs.
He can feel the slick already forming submerged in the water as he teases an experimental finger through your folds. Taking his sweet time, he brings his thumb to brush against your untouched clit, and grins like a wolf when you whimper and jolt at the slight friction.
You hear Rintaro laugh through his nose. "Yeah, you're okay?" he smugly prompts.
You close your eyes at the feeling, too needy to care about his mocking, "Shut up."
You can't see his smirk but you know it's there all the same. He plays with you without any urgency, mindlessly enjoying rolling your nub between his pointer and thumb, greedily inhaling each and every one of your gasps and mewls.
Once he's pleased with his mess of you, he allows a fingertip to just barely dip inside of your heat. Painfully slow and deliberate, he lets it barely sink into you before it pulls itself out, repeating the movement slowly.
He's fucking with you openly, giving you a sinful taste of the feeling you're addicted to without any actual benefits of it. You know he wants you to break, and you can't even bring yourself to put up a fight with your dwindling restraint slipping through your pruney fingers.
With a prod of his finger that goes just slightly deeper than the rest, you whine in frustration and reach for his arm.
"Rin," your hand wraps around his flexed bicep, to both steady yourself and prompt him to do more.
He ignores your pleas, continuing to give you just enough to squirm and thrash at his repeated actions. He knows your lack of patience at his hand—if he hadn't made you so greedy, you'd just take what he gives you.
But Rintaro learned long ago that he's a weak man when it comes to you. He's always going to give you exactly what you want—he's just going to be annoying about it first.
He lets it continue for a bit longer before you finally whine and dig your nails into his bicep.
"Stop—fucking doing that…need—” your words falter into tiny little whimpers as he continues a steady pulse on your clit.
"Need?" his eyebrows raise in a delight that mimics the devil.
You go to close your legs in instinct, but Rintaro's free hand uses its palm to hold you open. The still water in the bath splashes against your movements as your chest heaves with a need that he's not even close to giving you.
Somewhere between mocking and comforting, he tuts and coos at your frustration. His fingers stay steady as he kisses your neck, licking the sweat mixed with citrus-scented salt from your relaxation.
He taunts, "Gotta use your words, pretty."
"Need you," crawls pathetically from your throat, "you asshole."
Rintaro smiles, baring fangs you're not one hundred percent sure are actually there or not. For once, he says nothing as he finally sinks a full finger into your eager cunt.
You gasp at the pressure and he follows suit, almost mimicking your hiccups and whimpers as if he too feels what you feel. With every exhale of yours, he's unashamed in inhaling the sweet sounds, trying to savor them by tasting them for his own.
One finger turns to two, and time doesn't exist as you're rocking against his palm and losing yourself between the splashing water and his mouth on your neck.
"Look at you," he presses kisses anywhere he can, "my pretty baby."
I'm—fuck," your legs try to jostle shut again but they're unsuccessful as Rintaro continues his pace.
"It's okay," he sweetly mocks your shaky attempts to reach your high. His teeth move to sink into the outside of your thigh when he tells you, "Just relax for me."
Feeling you clench around him in a manner that's far too familiar, he changes his movements in a way he knows gets you there every time. Curling his fingertips upwards and lingering a bit too long against that spongey ribbed spot inside of you, you nearly jump out of the water at the harsh sensation.
Suna laughs, holding you down as your nails sink into his wrist in an attempt to ground yourself.
He continues against your feeble tries, mentally checking all of the boxes for when he knows you're about to lose it. When you get to the babbling nonsense and begging for quite literally nothing stage, he decides it's time.
A gentle kiss prods against your temple, "Talk to me, pretty."
"Feels good—so fucking good, I—” Your back arches and flexes against the water, desperately trying to reach your approaching high.
"You gonna cum for me?" he breathes through a smile.
You can't speak, nodding furiously and mindlessly as you feel yourself reach your peak. The churning inside of you unravels like a wave, and you can feel your hips bucking themselves upwards without meaning to for the sake of release.
Your lover doesn't let up, rubbing and curling and cooing you through your high. You don't even hear him, can barely feel him anymore as he milks you for all he can before giving you a break and moving his loving touches to your legs and neck.
"Feelin' good?" he's out of breath from watching you perform for him.
Between how tired you were before, let alone how hard he'd just fucked you on his fingers, he expects you to be spent. He's undeniably hard—only human, after all—but with the way your eyes can barely stay open, he mentally plans to get you settled in bed before leaving himself quickly and joining you.
But he's never been more willing to be wrong when you whisper against his bicep, planting wet and messy kisses across his skin in an attempt (as if one was even needed) to persuade him.
He can feel you beam against his skin when you mewl and pant, "Think I need the real thing now."
"The real thing?" his voice octaves in a condescending sweetness.
You're pulling at his cloth-covered torso when you groan, "You know what I mean."
"That wasn't real? You left fucking crescents on my wrist—”
"Rin," you cut him off with a groan, looking up at him all teary and needy and so fucking pretty he thinks he could cry. "Please?"
You watch his chest inflate with a sharp inhale as his eyes rake over your malleable form. His tongue skims his canine when he chuckles and shakes his head.
"Fuck you."
He's undressed and on top of you in the water within seconds.
"Condom?" he heaves into your neck, practically swallowing you whole between breathy groans.
He feels you shake your head and he kisses his teeth in aggravation. "What'd I say about words, baby?"
"No," you nearly hiss, before following it up with a velvety, "just wanna feel you this time, please."
Rintaro groans into your chest and subconsciously bucks his hips against you, "Fuck, okay. Okay, baby."
He takes his time when lining himself up with you, letting his pink tip acquaint itself with your puffy folds like it's the first time. He feels a pull inside of him that egnites when he realizes, it's not the first time, and over his dead body will there ever be a last.
He watches beneath the water as his pre-cum smears itself all over your pussy, sticky and webbed as it dissolves under the water. He flicks himself across your clit, tapping heavily against you when you softly cry at the sensitivity. He lets out sounds of amusement at your feeble protests.
"Don't—” you hiccup as he runs his shaft between your folds, "—be a dick."
"Shut up," he quickly kisses your lips, "I got you—"
As he breathes, he unhurriedly sinks himself into you, relishing in the way you both inhale one another at the stretch. Breathing in one another's gasps and shivers, he lets himself ease in and out of you until he's completely bottomed out and pressing his weight onto your abdomen to hear you shiver.
It's all sweaty kisses and desperate licks as you meet his movements, pulling as he pushes and taking everything one another can offer. And it is everything—you'd never give anything less.
You can tell he's slowly losing his composure, but he does a good job of keeping up with his long and intentional strokes. He means to leave no inch of you untouched, wants you to remember the feeling every time he's away and you find your hand snaking its way between your legs.
"I love you," falls from your lips like the wine you neglected from the untouched glass that sits a few feet from you. And Rintaro swallows it greedily, tastes its rich red and white and pink before spewing it right back for you to keep as your own.
His thrusts become more sloppy and frantic as he feels himself reaching the brink of his climax. "I love you, shit—love you, I love you."
He comes in bursts of heat and desperation, and with a few more needy strokes and circles on your clit, you follow suit behind him. Spent and sticky with cramping limbs in your tiny tub, Rintaro coddles you through shaky whimpers and sore muscles.
"So fuckin' pretty," he breathes between kisses, to you or himself, he doesn't think he'll ever know the difference. "My baby."
Touches turn lazy and tender, and breathing is now slow and steady when Rintaro adjusts himself with a groan and sits upwards. He reaches for your unattended wine glass, taking a strong swig and raising his eyebrows in jest when you roll your eyes and laugh at him.
He then holds it to your lips, gently leaning your jaw back as you take a sip of your own. You swear that his eyes have stars in them, and while you don't know it, yours gape the same right back at him.
Sinking into the water on the opposite end of the cramped bathtub, he grabs your leg and hooks it upon his shoulder, leaving a gentle kiss to your ankle before letting his head loll to the side.
"This water's fucking freezing now," he mumbles, eyes closed.
But his spirits lift when he hears you giggle at his declaration, opening his eyes and smiling behind a scowl to catch you lazily tossing your head back in amusement.
"It was nice before you got in," you shrug, rubbing your ankle against his ear just to watch him whine at the motion, "so it must just be you."
Rintaro hums in faux agreement, turning to weakly gnaw on your calf before kissing the crescents indented from his front teeth.
"Keep it up and I'll keep your pruney ass right here all night."
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mavrintarou · 3 months
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[Daddies in December] Suna Rintarou
Sorry, I slacked off the last couple of days. The holiday got super busy and honestly, I was going to write for Kakashi but it got toooooooo long and I felt like maybe it should be a story of its own lol. With a few days left in December, I'll try my best to share a few of my other favorite characters, of course, I couldn't leave my favorite boy out. Kept this short but sweet. Happy Christmas (wherever you are depending on the time zone)
Warning: fluff & small description of smut (can you believe I was able to keep it short)
Prequel
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Every time Rin leaves the house, he has to stop by his Christmas tree and have a moment of silence with the new customized ornament Y/n put up.
They have been married for three years and have spent three years traveling and enjoying their lives as married couples. Both their careers are demanding and it is a cherished moment when they are allowed synchronized time together.
“Can’t wait to meet you,” he murmurs, tapping the ornament frame of an ultrasound picture. “I’ll see you and mommy soon.”
Getting in his sports car, a thought suddenly comes to mind, with a baby on the way, he’ll have to get a car that will be family friendly. He never thought of getting rid of his baby, but with a real baby on the way, he had never felt so excited to go to the car dealership.
But that task would have to wait as he needed to go to the airport to pick Y/n up.
It still makes Rin chuckle about how he had discovered that they were expecting.
Four months ago, they had decided they would try for a baby, to start a family after waiting for a few years. The following month, Y/n went off her birth control and they began trying to conceive.
Rin was a sucker for cumming inside Y/n. He believes he was the most excited when it came to trying to make a baby.
“Rin, enough…” Y/n whispered tiredly. “We don’t have to get pregnant on the first try…”
“I know, but just one more time,” he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, telling her the same thing two times ago. He rolled her onto her back, pushing her thighs wide. He watched his cum ooze out as he slowly stuffs his cock back into her pussy. He was going to fill her up once more.
Sure enough, it must have been that first initial try that made her pregnant right away.
Y/n was a commercial pilot with an odd schedule. Between their careers and schedules, there would be some moments where they wouldn’t see each other for almost five days.
Nonetheless, they made it work and were able to stay in contact with one another through video calls.
Each year at the beginning of December, they would decorate the Christmas trees together. Trees.
When they began dating, Rin had his tree at his place, the same with Y/n. Rin had his tree that stood 7 feet tall while Y/n had her small 5-foot tall tree. They made it their special tradition to exchange ornaments each year.
When they married, neither could agree on which tree they should keep and decided why not keep both?
Rin would decorate his tree while Y/n decorated her tree right beside each other in the designated corner of Rin’s condo. There was one year when Y/n had been upset with Rin and set her tree up on the opposite corner from their usual spot.
And the moment Y/n was off to work, Rin carried and moved her tree next to his, where it belonged.
In their two and half years of dating, he has collected two ornaments from Y/n and added three additional for their three years of marriage. This was going to be their sixth year of the tradition.
But with their conflicting schedule, Y/n was left to decorate her tree first.
Rin had been so exhausted and busy with wrapping up the season of his career that he had not gotten the opportunity to go to the store to pick out his ornament or decorate his tree. By the time he got around to it, it was the middle of December already.
He returned home with a small bag, this year he chose a brown stuffed teddy bear with a red heart on the belly. He was drawn to it and after searching for his options, he settled for that one for no particular reason. It was just calling his name.
Y/n had set up the lights and ribbons on his tree, all he had left to do was to put up the ornaments he received from her throughout the years. He glanced inside the container of each of the ornaments from throughout the years and smiled.
Y/n had told him that she put her new one up on his tree already and had to find it.
He looked all over the tree and couldn’t find the ornament that was labeled 2023 as they always marked the year on it.
Grabbing his phone, he called her.
But his call went to voicemail. He frowned, she should be at the hotel in Austria.
He searched thoroughly until something caught his eye…
Rin’s yellow eyes glowed with the Christmas lights when he found it.
It was sort of hidden further into the tree branches that he got down on one knee, being at eye level with Y/n’s 2023 ornament.
He inhales as he swallows the lump in his throat.
It all clicked in his head that she had placed at the same level as her belly.
His phone rang and he immediately picked it up when he saw Y/n’s picture on his screen.
Neither said a word and he sighed, letting out a chuckle. “Well, that’s one hell of a way of telling me we’re expecting.”
His heart relaxed when he heard her giggle, “finally, took you long enough.”
“I’m sorry, this season was crazy and I just got around to it.” He tapped on the video icon, “let me see you.”
Her face appeared on the screen and Rin felt himself falling in love once again. Had she always had this glow to her? How did he not realize she was pregnant?
“God, you’re so beautiful, I miss you like crazy.”
“Are you only saying that because it took you… sixteen days and eighteen hours and thirty-four minutes to finally discover it?” Her tone was teasing but Rin knew she was half serious. He knew she must have been frustrated that he had not seen it yet. That was his Y/n, she always found a creative way of surprising him and he loved it.
“No. You know that’s not it.” He wiped his face with his hands, still not believing the moment. He reached to touch the ornament, taking it off the branches. “I love it. It is the best one I’ve received from you.”
“Next year, we’ll have to get a baby tree.”
He nodded, with a bright smile. “Yes, we’ll need to get a tree for them.”
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E/n: Some of these daddies' stories, I might branch off and write more... for sure, I think we need to know more about Rin's story hehe
>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy
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boyfhees · 2 years
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WHEN YOU'RE JEALOUS
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ft. oikawa, kuroo, tsukishima, suna, akaashi, osamu
w. don't know mate lmk if you spot any
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OIKAWA
"what was that for?" you ask, pointing at the box of chocolates as he stuffs them in his bag. "oh these? i helped a classmate with one of the assignments so she wanted to thank me," oikawa replies, missing the sour look on your face. "yeah okay, let's go," albeit, it didn't take him long to notice the pout on your face as you walk a few steps ahead of him, unlike usually. "are you jealous?" he asks mockingly, nudging your shoulders. "am not," — "you are," — "am not," — "you are," — "i am not jealous, 'ru." he pauses, looking at you as you avoid eye contact with him. "then you wouldn't mind if i eat the chocolates, and help her more frequently, right?" you shoot him a glare, blinking away just as quickly before walking again. "yeah, whatever," — "see, you are jealous ! oh my god, and you called me lame for being jealous over that boy last week !"
KUROO
he may deny it, but kuroo gets jealous easily. it doesn't even have to be a human, you can fawn over a character and manage to get him jealous. of course, he's good at hiding it, but you're even better at catching on with the taunting remarks. so when he notices your glare possibly burning holes on the florists back, he knows it's his time to shine. "can i get your numbe—" she asks, only for you to cut in the next second. "no. my boyfriend doesn't have a phone," you blurt out, completely ignoring that kuroo has been holding his phone in his hand. he laughs, putting hand around your shoulders, "i'm sorry, apparently i don't have a phone." you're quick to leave the scene before he catches up to your pace, eyes sparkling with teasing remarks. "jealous now, are we?" he mocks, earning a scoff in return. "shut up," — "jealously is a disease, yn. get well soon."
TSUKISHIMA
one thing you didn't expect today was some random girl crash your date with tsukishima after he helped her with certain things. and while it's clear that she's thanking him but it has been ten minutes and you're growing impatient. ( not to mention, you've got bookings for a movie ) so, you just stand at the distance, watching him as he's trying his best to have his way out of the conversation. "by the way, do you have a s/o?" she asks, a little too loudly and kei has never seen you so raged, or to put it in better words, restless. "yeah, they're standing there." and with that, he walks up to you, drinks in his hands as he passes one to you. "maybe if you'd've helped me, you wouldn't have to wait so long," he snickers as you roll your eyes. "actually, i thought you wanted to watch the movie with her." — "are you jealous?" you know he doesn't need an answer to know that you are.
SUNA
fortunately, or actually unfortunately enough, for you, suna is no stranger to confessions, compliments, or even flirty remarks. and usually, he dismisses them knowing that you don't want to see people hitting on him. however, this time he was having a blast watching you glare at the barista as she flirted with him while he made the payments. "can we meet up sometime—" she asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears which makes you roll your eyes and prompts you to interrupt the two. "no," you pause, standing next to suna. "my boyfriend isn't interested." you feel him chuckle next to him, brows furrowing at the sight of the barista breaking into giggles. "yeah no, pretty, it's a prank. just wanted to see your reaction," he clarifies, his words followed by a swift apology from the other girl as you snicker before pushing him away. "you suck," — "didn't see you complaining when she was asking me out."
AKAASHI
you feel your patience running thin with every second that akaashi spends with the girl from his physics class. it's not like you have a problem with him interacting with other people, but you do have a problem with her because she's clearly trying to flirt, very well aware that you're dating him. "keiji, shall we go?" you interrupt, lacing your hands with his. "let's meet on sunday—" she speaks but you beat her to it. "we're going on a date on sunday." cue akaashi going '???' with his eyes wide open because out of everything, a date was never on the list for weekends ( not like he complains, though ) good for you, she left without anymore questions, though with a bitter expression but you couldn't care less. "these people need to accept the truth that you're taken and stop flirting." you mumble, followed by his giggles as you send him a confused stare. "what's so funny?" and he laughs even more at your expression. "you're jealous." — "i'm not!" — "oh my god, you're jealous. i'm telling bokuto," he's isn't letting you live that down.
OSAMU
you've had enough of people confessing to him every other day, just because your relationship was private. well, it was your decision, and you already regret it. so when you spot another girl approaches him with a box of chocolates, you're quick to rush to the scene, wrapping your hands around his arms before shooting her a forced smile. "he appreciates the effort, but we're dating," first of all, he's shook because first, you're suddenly announcing the relationship publicly, and secondly, you're jealous, which is new for him. the girl leaves on her own accord after apologising, thankfully, and that's when osamu turns towards you, shooting a perplexed look. "you're jealous." you kind of dislike how he states it as matter of fact, especially with a straight face that morphs into a taunting expression within seconds. "what do you mean?" he chuckles at this newly found side of yours. "i just lost a bet with tsumu because i said you don't get jealous," — "you both made bets on this?" — "my money, yn."
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soobinswifeyy · 10 months
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"i don't believe friendship between a boy and a girl exists."
being best friend with suna rintaro for years, you didn't expect to hear those words come out of his mouth while you're sitting on your bed. you were scrolling through tiktoks each on their own phone, and you saw a video with a boy joking about being in the friendzone. you laughed and shoved your phone in his face, expecting him to find it just as funny as you did. but the only reaction you got out of him was a little grin and that sentence. the sentence that left you quite a lot puzzled.
blinking fast, you frowned and looked at him: "wh-what do you mean?"
suna took a deep breath and put his arms behind his neck, getting in a restful position. "well, biologically, we're made to procreate. so when you find someone whom you can bond with, you can't help but think of them as a potential mate."
you still didn't get it. seeing your confused expression, suna breathed loudly again and dropped the scientist-like act he put on. "one of them has got to be in love with the other."
you mantained your baffled expression for a second, then burst out laughing. because he must be kidding, right? suna raised an eyebrow and looked at you with the same face as you. "what are you laughing at?"
"well, i am not in love with you!" you joked back. then your laughter faded, as the words he just said sinked in.
suna was probably hearing the wheels in your mind turn. with excessive nonchalance, and a badly hidden smirk, he checked his phone and just said: "ah, it's gotten pretty late. 'm goin' home."
and with the biggest audacity in the world, he leaned in and planted a kiss on your cheek. then he got out of your room, leaving you with the same position and expression for about five minutes.
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sunarinscumdump · 1 year
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methamphetamine hydYOUchloride | fluff ft. sunarin & you
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his parents warned him about alcohol, cigarettes, and all sorts of drugs.
but they never warned him about you.
the sweetest drug to ever exist. one look at your gorgeous smile, his mind would go haywire. his breath would be taken away. his heart would be beating right out of his chest. all his system functions would explode.
but he can't do anything about it.
that's the thing about drugs. you just can't get enough.
as his fingers combed the loose tendrils of your hair, and your eyes lovingly meet his emerald green gaze as you lay down on his lap, him whispering sweet nothings that make you giggle because of your lover's randomness...
his heart flutters as the effects of his drug, you, kicks in again.
sunarin is an addict.
but there's no way he'll ever go to rehab for it.
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iloveslllycatss · 11 months
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𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙮-𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 !
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“rin pleaseeee”
you had been begging suna for what seemed like an hour
“im sorry pretty but there’s absolutely no way I’m doing this”
……..
“RIN HELP I THINK IM GONNA FALL”
you struggled to hook your two legs onto the monkey bars, you two had gone to a park to achieve this as u called it, ‘iconic scene’. “why do I have to be mary jane?” your boyfriend says as he helps you hook your two legs, the rest of ur body dangling down. “because I’m spiderman, duh.” you said as if it was obvious, starting to see everything upside down.
suna had sighed to this, propping up the phone and started the recording. “okok cmere baby” he cups your face and closes the gap between you two. it truly was magical.. but after a couple seconds you break the kiss with a “okay im getting lightheaded help me get down”. but before suna can help you, you accidentally unhook you legs, falling onto the floor, head first. and instead of helping you up, your boyfriend starts LAUGHING.
“HEY STOP LAUGHING THIS ISNT FUNNY” you glare after standing back up, pouting somewhat offended… and then you get an idea.
….
“BABY CHILL DJDJFK” he says, half falling foreword but catching himself before he can.
…..
you had tackled him.
“I GOT YOU HOE” you laugh before almost falling off of him, clinging to him by wrapping your legs around his waist. “omg piggy back ride???”, he had started holding your legs to keep you from falling but as soon as you said that  he DROPS YOU ONTO THE FLOOR.
“holy SHIT RIN WHAT THE FUCK” you both laugh for a little, play fighting. until you both realize…
the phone was still recording.
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a/n: this is like my first fic.. it’s kinda booty but oh well SKSKSK
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@/ilovesillycats
please don’t copy my work😞
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torhues · 1 year
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suna rintarou.
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suna is waiting.
he has been for a while know— sprawled on your couch with one hand gripping the bowl of potato chips while the other was busy pressing buttons on the remote as he browsed through movies to watch for the night. he has been doing that for thirty minutes now, waiting for you to join and assist him in his little hunt.
"beer or coke?" your voice emerges over the silence, a sigh falls of his lips as your fingers dance on the refrigerator's door, along the tunes of the song you're humming, awaiting a response from him.
"you," a pause, suna whips his head in your direction, and then; "i mean, the just come here. we can get drinks later,"
'beer it is,' he hears you state with a heavy breath, and he shifts to his right the moment you sit next to him, placing the four cans of alcohol on the table in front of your couch. another look at you, you're wearing just a t-shirt— his t-shirt that he forgot to bring home the last time he was over at your apartment. suna knows he isn't getting it back.
but, his eyes travel back to you— your face— you press your lips into a thin line while scrolling through a hundred different shows. suna didn't even realise when you took the remote from his hand. you start humming the same melody once again, he remembers the song, it's the first one on the playlist he made for you two days ago. he's so busy thinking about your presence, suna doesn't realise when you get inside his blanket, or when you had shifted a little closer, when his hand landed right next to your leg, almost brushing against your thigh— suna doesn't realise when his heart started racing.
"you're staring," suna doesn't realise he has been staring at you. "rin,"
his eyes instantly revert back to the tv screen the second his name falls off your lips. it's uncharacteristic of him to be this quite, to not reply, to be this nervous around you— it doesn't make sense to him, but neither do you.
he steals a glance, registering the image of smiling in his mind. a second passes, then another, and then he's back to staring at you. suna doesn't realise when his lips had curled into a smile at the sight of you looking so intently at the television. you take a sip from the can and he almost chuckles at the expression you made when the cold liquid hit your throat. suna doesn't realise when he started thinking of his best friend in this light.
"you're staring again," suna doesn't realise when you stopped paying attention to the movie. "i must be looking so damn pretty right now for you to look at me like this,"
it's a joke, he knows that. "you always do,"
he replies, your heart skips a beat.
the sound of the movie fades into the background as if he's in his own cinematic world. suna doesn't realise when the smile on your face disappeared, or when you had stopped looking at the tv. his hands are sweaty, but he doesn't realise when they slid next to yours— a little bit intertwined, the warmth of your hand against his like magic spinning in the air. he doesn't realise when his gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips, until he takes them back up.
suna doesn't realise for how long he has been staring at you, for all he knows is that you're looking back into his eyes with the same anticipation.
suna has been waiting, but he realises he can't anymore.
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starjaeyun · 9 months
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wrong number
summary : aside from your brother and best friends' fangirls, what annoys you the most is boys asking for your number, but lucky for you, your brother gave you permission to give his number instead
pairing : suna rintarou x fem! reader
warnings : slight angst (probably), fluff, crack (i try to be funny pls don't judge), profanity, harassment (being forced to give out your personal information by strangers)
status : coming soon
taglist : open, just send an ask or leave a comment
(block the tag #[wrong number : starjaeyun] if you do not want to see posts related to this smau)
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the plastics 😘 | ✨ the power of friendship ✨
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zero. my name is hajime iwaizumi
one. iwa-chan is bbg
one, filler chapter. hajime iwaizumi is a he?!
two. jersey number 10 😍
three. can't you see that i'm the one who understands u 😖
four. suna is no longer bitchless 🙌
five. stream speak now (tv)
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- titles of unpublished parts are subject to change adding and deleting parts are also expected to happen
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jasscheeks · 9 months
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bully; suna rintarou
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pairings: suna x fem!reader
finding the two of you in another tight situation, suna finally gets the answer he’d been waiting for. but he quickly fumbles when he forgets to formally ask you to be his girlfriend.
warnings: i mean they make out? it gets a little steamy but nothing too crazyy, light cursing, confessions, LAST PART!!
i took over a year off and cut you bitches some slack
tell a friend to tell a friend
SHES BAAAACK
thank you for reading!! reblogs help!!
m.list! | ao3!
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"so," he began, wandering hands creeping along your sides, "ever heard of deja vu?" he asked lowly, earning a sharp glare from you.
the two of you found yourselves in yet another closed space, the club room's closet for imagination.
"can you shut up?" you whispered harshly. pulling him away from the door, you sent him flying toward the equipment in the back. of course, he didn't make it that far but he loved to see you try. pressing your ear against the door you tried to catch onto the conversation outside.
before being cooped up in the closet, suna decided it was a good time to collect his daily dose of you. he'd come into the clubroom, once again teasing you as per usual with his eyes on your lips unabashedly. he knocked over pens, sneering as you narrowed your eyes at him but still picked them up. and he followed your gaze as you stood up, sending warmth throughout your body. but you were quick to forget that as he was swiftly moving on to the next thing to meddle with.
he bounced from corner to corner with you, trailing behind to keep him from messing up the room you'd just organized. he didn't stop until you had him cornered, only for him to make some snarky comment. something along the lines of "did i ever tell you i like dominant girls?" but you weren't listening.
quickly, he once again had you roped into his arms, a place you found was very warm and comforting. turning the tables on you, he had you pinned to the very closet you two hid in. with his lips alone, he was able to make you melt in the simplest of ways and as much you deny it, he was prying his way to your heart. he always saw you, literally and metaphorically. he felt you like no one. you could say you're addicted to him, but that would be admitting too much for your likes.
a calloused hand held onto your face as he kissed you sensually. the other hand traveled down your back trying to sneakily cop a feel, but you were a step ahead as you grabbed a hold of his wrist before he moved any further. as expected, he was smiling into that kiss, pressing even harder into you after the fact.
but hearing the coaches just outside the door sent you into a panic. you were too close to pretend you were doing nothing, too close to get away from each other, and frankly, you didn't think you could stop now. so opening the door behind you, you both fell in closing the door behind you.
"their conversation can't stop us from continuing you know?" he whispered, softly leaning on a shelf. "can't we keep it going in here?" a frown grew on his face as you continued to ignore him, clearly invested in the conversation outside. little did he know, you were waiting until they left so you could continue without any fear.
just as you heard the two outside leaving the room, you felt something soft bounce off the top of your head landing at your feet. you turned around to see him, a pack of cotton balls in his hands as he froze. a smirk grew on his face as you finally looked his way. "oho~ what? did they finally leave?" he asked with his lips curled into a smug grin.
you huffed, ears burning as you stomped towards him. you couldn't believe you were the one doing this, you'd never been the one to initiate it, but feeling his gaze on you made you want to prove yourself even more. "just...kiss me already," you stared at him through half-lidded eyes as you grabbed a fist-full of his practice jersey. "that's what you wanted, right?"
you wondered why he stood there, staring down at you. you thought that maybe showing a new side of you would end up like that, usually by now he'd be all over you. but he simply leaned his head to the side, leering down at you. "is that not what you want too?" he asked. "don't you want to kiss me too?"
frozen, your hand slowly loosened its grasp on him. he wasn't smiling anymore, instead he was imagining the gears in your brain turning and twisting to think of an answer. and when you didn't give him one, he began to feel a tickling sensation at his heart, the organ dropping to his stomach as the two of you sat on in silence.
"don't you like kissing me too? i mean, we're together every passing period, (y/n). after everything we've done, don't we both like—this?" he gestured between the two of you, eyes scanning the expression on your face. "don't you like me too?" he whispered.
as much as he was right, you couldn't help but look away, face flushing at the thought of it. after the last time, he led you into the locker room, it set off a fire in both of your cores. suddenly one peck wasn't enough, one little kiss wasn't cutting it for the two of you. soon the two of you were sneaking away just to have each other, pulling each other off to the sides just to "chat."
even on the weekends when atsumu and osamu would bring him along to laze around your home, he was sneaking away to spend some time with you. he'd spend the few minutes he had cuddling in your bed, kissing your lips and face all over but not without a few teasing comments here and there. your time together never lasted long though, as you were always pushing him away before the twins noticed he was gone longer than a bathroom break should take.
not to mention you weren't as pissy as you usually were when the twins stopped by toting suna around with them. during those times, you were able to get a glimpse of what it would be like to date suna, a peek at what being suna rintarou's girlfriend would be like. and you had to admit every aspect of it was everything you could ever ask for.
he was surprisingly sweet and gentle with you, treating you like a princess. most of the time he was content with just having you in his arms, it didn't matter if you kissed or not. but his snarky nature never left, he still found the energy to tease you, now in newer more touchy ways. he framed his words perfectly, always getting his point across the first time around. when his lips met yours time and time again and his sweet words would meet your ears, he made sure his intentions with you were crystal clear, clearer than a diamond.
you wondered if your friends noticed just how much time you were spending away if they noticed you were always missing during passing periods and sometimes at lunch, and if they could see how much happier you were and how your eyes sparkled at the mention of suna. contrary to the look of absolute distaste anytime suna's name was mentioned just months before, you believed there had to be some type of change. most importantly, you wondered if atsumu noticed the change. you wondered if he noticed that you stopped walking home with him and osamu so often since he would already have swept you away, a sneaky hand intertwining with yours. and finally that made you come back to your senses.
"t-think about atsumu, suna. the team too, they'll think of me as the girl who joined just to get around. and if it's even true that atsumu likes me..." you stared into his eyes, detecting the confusion in them. "...i don't want to hurt what we have," you voiced to him, truly you were scared that not just atsumu would see you two, but you can feel something hanging in your heart, something heavy and desperately trying to pry itself free.
he threw his eyebrows up as he stood up straight, "think about atsumu?" he repeated, his voice condensed. "(y/n), think about me— think about us, who gives a shit about what they think?" he began, a hand pressing against his chest. "i know you care for him, i do too, but you and i— isn't there something here?" his voice cracked, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
you stare into the space, now suddenly unable to meet his eyes. your lips were trembling to say more, say something. you know what you feel, you know what you want to say to him but you can't force the words to the surface. so instead you sat in silence, his eyes staring holes into your face as you tried to gather your words.
flashes of what you see when you're with him pass through your mind. his rare smile that somehow only you get to see, that chuckle you can't help but get butterflies every time you hear, the hums of satisfaction that come from the both of you as he snuggles up close to you with his strong arms around you. there's only one reason why your heart beats so fast when you're around him, why your core warms when he hugs you, and why your eyes sparkle when you look at him.
you never thought this would be the way you would tell him though.
every time you imagined telling him how you feel, you imagined something sweet and romantic, like on your doorstep as you both say bye, or at one of his games. you imagined yourself running to him, after a successful game and kissing the life out of him, just to part and blurt out how much you were falling for him.
"(y/n)," he calls, his hands reaching for you, needy fingers crawling along your waist. he was grabbing at your jacket, a customized manager jacket the third years had gifted you with your last name on the back. oh, how he fantasized that it was his name across your back instead. but as his hands pull you in close, his head drops down to look at you. "aren't we something?" he's looking nowhere but you.
that catches your attention as you're immediately looking up at him. your greeted with his hooded hazel eyes, staring lazily into yours. he's not glancing but head-on staring at your lips, watching as you bite the insides on them before he's back at your eyes. but you're guilty of it too, your eyes glancing down to his lips every so often. you know how they feel, how soft he always feels against your lips, and how much you'd give to feel him again.
"we..." you begin, your heart filling with adoration just staring into his eyes. "if i kiss you right now, would you return it?" as those soft words leave your lips and fall onto his open ears, his lips curl into a grin.
his hands pull you in closer as if you weren't already close. "i don't know, you just might have to find ou—," he can't finish his sentence because you're already smashing your lips on his. it stuns him for just a second before he's moving along with you, an arm wrapping around your body.
you're sweet on his lips, that sugary taste of your chapstick rubbing off on his tongue. he's addicted, craving for more of your sweet, sweet taste as he presses further into you. hearing your gasps, he breaks away, for just a second his lips meeting your cheeks, your chin, all the way down your neck. and that's when you say it, those three words he's always dreamt of you uttering.
it makes him stop in his tracks, his hands tightening around your frame. "...what?" he asks, the softness of his own voice startling him. he looks for your eyes, only to find them mirroring his signature lazy look.
your hands meet his cheeks, your thumbs circling shapes on his skin before you're smiling toward him. "i’m not going to pretend anymore, rin, and i never should’ve pretended in the first place, but,” you peck his lips, giggling when he follows your fleeting presence. "i like you so much."
he stares, heart thumping louder than before, cheeks as red as a fire truck, and core as warm as the sun. he's gonna pass out from happiness at this point, and in this moment you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. even with the horrible lighting and lack thereof, he thinks you look absolutely breathtaking. he never thought he could fall any deeper in love with you, but hearing you utter his nickname, telling him you love him, he might just have to go back to the drawing board on that theory. "you like me..."
you're nodding, your hands pulling him to hover over your lips, "i like you..."
in a split second, he's pressing back into you, continuing what you started. "i love you more," he's whispering against your lips, keeping a firm grip on your waist. this time you let his hands travel further, a sneaking hand meeting the sides of your butt, the other pressing against the small of your back. he's different somehow, more needy and demanding with his hands.
but you don't get to see this side of him for long before the two of you hear a distant,
"hey, where's suna?"
you're rushing again, like every morning before school.
you didn't decide to get up and get ready for school until you absolutely had to. and every time you spent your mornings repeatedly pressing snooze just to get a few more minutes of sleep, you regretted it every single time. although this morning it seems you have more done than usual and a lot more time than you thought.
your book bag is ready to go, surprisingly your phone is fully charged, and your mom had whipped up something quick for you to eat. usually, you'd just grab a bowl of cereal or a bagel and some fruit for your breakfast, just something light and simple, so thank goodness your mom had work as well. though she had already left, taking your younger siblings to school.
on the way downstairs, you're fumbling with the tie on your uniform, the one step you usually got atsumu or osamu to do. but today, something made you want to learn how to do it yourself. but that whim falls short as you can see atsumu and osamu walking up to your house through the glass panes. your eyes quickly find the analog clock that sits above the front door. they're early, way too early.
and of course, guess who's towing around with them. you can see him look up at your house, possibly looking up at your room, and for the millionth time, you feel butterflies.
but instead of dwelling on suna any longer, you swing the door open before they reach it, meeting atsumu's surprised eyes. not long after he's smiling your way, clearly tickled by you. "looks like you were waiting for us, hm?" he mused, catching his balance on your porch.
"you're early today," you replied, watching as he just shrugged pointing to suna who trailed behind the two twins.
"someone wanted to tag along," he quipped, walking towards you with his hands shoved in his pockets. his twin and suna crowded around your door. osamu muttering a good morning to you, while suna just stared on. not at you, but out into the neighborhood, at the house next door, you presumed.
sighing, you moved aside so they could come inside. "get in, i'll be down in a bit."
with that they shuffled into your house, their tall frames somehow making the spacious entryway look small. the three resumed their spots on the couch while you hurried up the stairs. you looked down at them from the railing, eyes immediately going towards suna.
he watched as the twins made themselves comfortable on your couch, pulling out their phones and scrolling through the apps. and before you could realize since your eyes were trained on his fluffy hair, he was looking up at you. you flinch away, tearing your gaze away to the door of your room. but you had a feeling about what was coming next, he'd be up here soon and you knew it.
so instead you tried to make yourself busy with this tie. you tried going underneath and through, even the bunny loop and pull, but nothing was working. you were planning on scrapping the whole thing and just leaving the tie lesson for another day, but you didn't like the sound of giving up that easily. so instead you reach for your phone, typing up an easy tutorial on how to tie a tie.
about halfway through the tutorial you finally begin to grasp the concept, actually finding it a bit easier than you were making it. so pausing the video, you decide to try for yourself. that is until you feel something pull the piece of fabric away from your hands and neck. quickly turning around, suna has your tie in between his fingers, his lips curl into a grin as he bounces it between his hands. "after all these years of wearing a uniform, you don't know how to tie a tie?" he jeered.
despite your butterflies coming back to plague you, your annoyance overpowers them at the moment as he plays with your tie. "suna, give me back my tie." you demand, as calm as you can be.
"hmm...you're gonna have to fight me for it," he shrugs before twirling the end around his fingers and bounding it up.
"you're gonna wrinkle it!" you reached for it, but he quickly moves it above his head, softly grinning as you huff at him. "not so fast there, just let me help you." his eyes follow you as you lunge at him once, but he moves the tie backward making you end up just a little closer to him. thankfully, your hands reach out for his arm to steady yourself before you completely fall on top of him.
regaining your balance(with his help), you reach for it one more time. "just give it back, suna, i can tie my own tie." you call, to which he shakes his head as he moves farther into your room, holding your tie even higher than before.
he's dragging you with, finding himself pushing against your clothes rack one more time. look at your arm that's outstretched for this red tie, he grabs that instead, his hand still holding onto the tie. "i'm finding that hard to believe..." he whispered, holding a finger to his lips. "shh, you don't want them to hear us, do you?”
those hazel eyes of his are taunting you once more, basically laughing in your face without even pulling a smile. but somehow, the butterflies are still there. they're swarming in your stomach once you realize how close you are to him. you huff, trying to play off how warm your body is getting just looking into his eyes. "suna, let go of me," your voice is quieter this time, considering his words, but it still has that indignant edge laced into it. you let go of his arm before you try to back away from him, but he's pulling you right back in.
this time, you're hands are splayed on his thighs, your body slotting between his legs so you have room to stand. "just let me do your tie for you," he asked, eyes pleading to do it. you can feel your heart beating like crazy, the sound so loud you can hear it ringing in your ears. you're scared he can hear it, that he can feel your heartbeat permeating throughout your body.
so instead of fighting him anymore, you comply with his wishes, letting him begin his work on your tie. "pay attention, i'm only doing this once, alright?" he asked, his eyes glancing up at yours, taking just one quick peek at your pouty lips. so, reluctantly, you're watching what he's doing, watching the steps he's going through. he goes a bit fast and the tie looping around is a little confusing, but you seem to catch on just fine. he smoothes out your collar and your blazer as well as your tie.
when he's done, he presses a kiss to your forehead leaving you looking up at him surprised. he smiles your way, before he's standing up from leaning on your clothes rack, his hands meeting your waist to slightly move you to the side. "come on they're probably waiting for us," he walks towards the side of your bed, picking up your book bag and slinging it over his shoulder.
but you can't let him leave like this, not when he's got to be the one to take care of you. "wait, rin," he stops immediately hearing that nickname fall from your lips.  his hair disheveled, almost like he didn't comb it this morning. "what's going on with your hair today?" you ask, as he bends down for you to fix it.
"i didn't have any time to do anything to it, the twins were gonna leave me," he found himself leaning towards your touch, finding your fingers combing through his hair a lot more therapeutic than ever. "and i wanted to see you, so..." he trailed off, making your hands stop for a moment. he tilted his head up, eyes meeting yours.
your cheeks had riled themselves up again, burning even more than before as he was smiling at you. so you push his face away before going to grab your backpack from him. "can you just give me my bag?" you try to avoid his gaze, outstretching your hand for him to hand it to you.
but he just holds onto the strap harder turning away from your hand, "no, i'm your boyfriend, right? so as your boyfriend, i want to carry your things." he adjusted the bag, seemingly a little lighter than he expected.
you pause physically and mentally, your mind stuck on one word. maybe it was the way he said it so nonchalantly, not a single sign of a stutter or hesitation laced his voice that made you so shocked. "my boyfriend?" you repeated to which he nodded.
"well yeah, i mean, you remember yesterday...right?" there it was, that embarrassment you were looking for earlier. he looked away, cheeks growing red as he reached a hand up to ruffle his freshly combed hair.
you reach for his hand, taking it away from his hair. "you haven't even asked me properly..." you squinted, eyebrows curving upwards and your mouth curving into a frown.
he can see the disappointment forming on your face, and his stomach begins to churn with guilt. "since we already know how we both feel, we could just...skip that part," he shrugged, watching as your face only scrunched up even more, leading you to shake your head no.
"skip it?" he's making it worse, so much worse. you're looking at him as if he was breaking up with you, a thing he couldn't even imagine doing.
"no, i don't mean it like that—," he begins but the two of you hear atsumu calling for you downstairs.
"(y/n), we're about to leave you with your best friend suna!" he called, snickering as you could hear his footsteps towards the front door.
turning towards suna, you're grabbing your backpack from his shoulder and turning on your heel to leave. but he's quick to grab your arm, like many times before, he's turning you to look at him. "will you be my girlfriend (y/n)?" he asks quickly, "and...i," he hesitates, searching your eyes for any hint of approval, but he can't find any.
so instead, he lets go, watching as you walk out the door and towards the two twins downstairs.
"and...i love you, shit, why can't i say it to her now?"
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.
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"was that our first fight as a couple?"
the entire walk to school, you ignored him. ultimately you left him with osamu to walk in the front with atsumu, making the boy fume with jealousy. he thought he had nothing to fear now that he knew how you felt about him, but seeing you chat so freely with atsumu, he had another thing coming.
he knew your temper very well, and he knew just what to do to run your patience short, but this was something different. he doesn't understand what made you so mad this time. obviously, it was him, but what did he do to make you this mad? what did he do to make you so mad that you're laughing at atsumu's jokes in front of him?
he just had to keep reminding himself that he's the guy you've kissed, cuddled, and even told you like him. not much can change in a day, right? right?
he's not sure now. it's been a few hours and you're still actively avoiding him. during the classes the two of you have with each other, you didn't look his way not once. instead, you made yourself busy with the people around you, engaging in conversation with everyone but him.
even during passing periods, he can't find you to talk about things. but throughout the periods, he either saw you with your little group of friends or with atsumu trailing next to you. not only did it make him a little jealous, but he was beginning to miss you.
he missed your agitated tone scolding him, your lips pouting in such a cute manner, and even the way you'd glare in his direction when he was caught staring at you. he just missed your overall presence. yes, you were still here, but you weren't giving him any sort of attention.
so seeing as you weren't going to talk to him, it's about time he started talking to other people.
"ojiro," he calls to his upperclassmen sitting next to him. he hums before looking up at him, stopping his chopsticks from picking up more food. he looks around first, searching for the girl in question, "i was watching this...show, and it's about this girl and this guy." he explains slowly, making ojiro raise an eyebrow at him.
but suna continues even as ojiro takes a long sip from his drink. "and they both like each other, so the guy thinks that since they like each other, they're basically dating," he huffs suddenly getting embarrassed recalling the conversation in his head. "but the girl...she doesn't think so."
as he finishes, he waits for ojiro to put his drink down. when he's done his eyes never once leave suna's, somehow making the boy nervous for his answer. "is this about you?" he asked.
immediately suna is shaking his head no. "no, no! it's NOT, about me. just answer this," he cleared his throat trying to regain his posture. "if they already told each other they like each other, aren't they together already?"
"well if neither of them asked, then no. she can't be your girlfriend if you never asked her to be your girlfriend," he answered, still making it seem like this story was about suna.
"alright thanks, and it's not about me, it's a TV show," he angrily picked up his chopsticks, "and don't tell anyone i said this."
they continue eating in silence, ojiro shrugged as he also picked up his chopsticks as well.
"then what's the show called?"
"i don't remember."
"wait one second, someone's at the door," you excused yourself from the couch you and your friends lounged on. so far, without suna or atsumu around you had a lot more time to spend with your other friends.
a few days have passed and there's still no sign of suna anywhere. the two of you hadn't talked since he walked you to school with the twins. and that was on tuesday, it's saturday now.
sometimes you wondered if you were being a little hard on him, the look in his eyes when he asked you to be his girlfriend stuck in your brain. it was rushed, almost like he was panicking. in the moment you were a little annoyed with him, not mad or upset, just irritated. but those feelings have long passed, and you wished you had just said yes then.
to admit it, you missed him. like a lot. usually, on days like this, it'd be him, atsumu, and osamu coming over to hang around your house and watch volleyball. but seeing your other friends on the couch where those three used to sit, kind of made you feel weird.
you shake it off though, hearing the person behind the door ring the bell again. as you open the door, you're met with a giant bouquet of roses, the fragrance hitting you all at once. but seeing as the bouquet is so big, you can't see the holder's face. "um...hello?" you asked, slowly inching to close the door again.
"(y/n)?" he peeks from behind the roses, revealing his tidy new hairstyle and the corduroy jacket that clung to his body. he'd somehow got his hair to slick back, revealing his forehead. "(y/n), i—," before he said anything else, you quickly pushed him back onto your porch and rushed out there with him.
you hurry to shut the door before your friends realize he's here. "what are you doing here?" you frantically ask him.
"well, i was just about to ask you out," he replied with a little bit of a sarcastic tone on his tongue. "who's in there?" he asked, to which you peeked at the windows behind you, praying they weren't secretly eavesdropping on your conversation.
"my friends are over, this is the only saturday i'm not busy so," you shrugged, crossing your arms, you look back at him, finally taking in the full fit. he came decked out in a dressy white t-shirt with a tan corduroy jacket on top, complete with some black jeans and new balance tennis shoes. you couldn't help but think he looked adorable. "what is this?" your eyes trace his new look, lingering on the bouquet that was just in your face.
he watched over you, seeing the smile you were fighting back. even with your red pajama pants with tiny dogs scattered all over them, he still found you to be the most breathtaking person on the planet. "supposed to be my way of properly asking you to be my girlfriend," and there it was, that smile he was waiting for. he reached for your hand pulling you in close as he intertwined your fingers. "you know thinking about you is my favorite past-time, and these past few days all i could think about was you." he spoke so softly, a pace much different than his usual deadpan voice. you could basically hear the affection in his words.
"i didn't know if i should show up to your house apologizing or if i should've called, asking what your favorite flowers were," "is this a good time to tell you roses are my favorite?" you cut him off, and for the first time he finally noticed the hearts in your eyes. his heart pounds against his chest, his own heart eyes on display to you. "i'll just say i took an educated guess then."
"i've loved you since...since that one time you walked into the men's restroom in our third year of middle school," he chuckled seeing you visibly cringe at the memory, "when you continued about your business even after seeing me washing my hands, ugh...you were pretty back then too, pretty and headstrong."
"suna!" you called, your free hand latching onto his shoulder trying to make him stop laughing. "how do you remember that? i told you to forget that even happened."
"because it was you, why would i forget?" he reasoned before seeing the look on your face, shrugging as he leaned into your hand that pushed his hair back. "alright, but i knew i loved you when i saw you in the cheer section during one of our games. we lost, but you still came down to console us, and even if you did hate me back then you were still so nice to me," he switched back to his sweet and gentle voice, his eyes calmly tracing over your features, "for years i've loved you and only you,
and if you'll have me, will you let me love you for more years to come as my girlfriend?" he watched the smile on your lips grow bigger and bigger, making his own lips curl into one.
"hmmm, i don't know," you teased, head tilting as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in close. your gaze flickered from his lips to his eyes, before he was leaning in so tantalizingly slow, so you moved along with him.
he placed his hand on your waist, the other that still held the bouquet wrapped around as well. "you don't know?" he repeated, matching your playful tone. "the smile on your face says otherwise," he finally leans in, his lips pressing against yours, something he'd been yearning to do since he saw you.
breathing in his scent, you could smell the sweet smell of his cologne, taste the warmth on his lips as he tilted his head pulling you in even deeper. all you could think about was suna when he had you in his arms like this, all you could feel was him as you're fighting back giggles from how happy you felt. so you let them go, laughing into the kiss, only for him to ask what's so funny?
"i love you," you said in between kisses, fingers lacing through his combed hair. he was smiling along with you, your teeth hitting each other. "what?" you asked eyes opening to meet his.
his hazel eyes were mesmerizing, leaving you melting in his hands like putty, "you love me now?" don't even get you started on his voice, as he reaches a deeper point, it matched the smooth and gentle mood the two of you had created.
you nodded, pecking the corner of his lips. "i loved you in that storage closet but i was too nervous to say it." just hearing your explanation had him chuckling and holding you even tighter against him.
as the two of you leaned back in once more, you both pause as you heard rounds of distant squealing coming from inside your house piercing through the calm air.
turning around, you were checking the windows again only to see your friends peaking through the blinds at you two, smiles and shocked gazes on all of their faces. and immediately you felt your entire body warm up.
you knew they'd react like this, your entire friend group was labeled as very dramatic. you knew the moment you walked back into those doors, they'd have pictures upon pictures and videos to show you, documenting every second they could of you and suna. the thought alone had butterflies swarming all around your stomach. but maybe reliving the moment through a different perspective didn't sound too bad.
you turn back to him, burying your face into his shoulder as you tried to hide from your friends' stares. but it wasn't doing much as you could still feel the heat of their eyes on you. "yeah, i clocked them a few minutes ago, but kissing you was a lot more important, you know?" he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you even tighter, pulling you into a deep embrace. but that just caused more gasping and squealing from your friends. "guess we can tell them we're together now, hm? we can always start small."
"please...be quiet,"
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it’s over!! let’s all pretend they told atsumu on their own time bc idk how to write it without it being cringe 💔
but thank you so much for reading!
now onto the next thing 😼
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hqbaby · 8 months
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six — best
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fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader
you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?
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word count. 2k content. swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, slight dacryphilia, cum eating, use of pet names
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“Pay up, fuckers!”
The boys groan as you hold your hands out for them to drop their money into. One by one, they reach into their pockets and begrudgingly hand you their bets. You’ve just bested them a beer pong again.
“Fuckin’ cheerleaders, man,” Aran murmurs. “Yukie fucked us up at the last party too.”
You walk over to Atsumu with a shit-eating grin on your face. “You still owe me.”
He rolls his eyes at you then takes your face with one hand, planting a kiss on your lips. When he pulls away to find you looking stunned, he smirks. “That’s worth at least a thousand yen.”
Your grin is back. “Cocky,” you say. “I kinda dig it.”
So wrapped up being the center of attention, you don’t seem to feel Suna’s unrelenting gaze on you. He just can’t look away. It’s like his eyes are glued to your figure, taking it all in. The way you charm everyone until they’re eating out of your hand. The way you always have a witty little quip to say when they try to get under your skin. The way you light up when you’re near Atsumu and the way you close your eyes when he kisses you. 
He sees it all from the corner of the room, nursing his beer. And the whole time, there’s only one thing on his mind: He really needs to fuck you right now.
You pull away from the rest of the group and head to the kitchen to get another drink.
“Hey, Suna,” you greet when you pass by him. “Haven’t seen much of you tonight. You find a girl you like?”
He follows you out of the room, the two of you walking into an empty corridor. Well, it’s more or less empty. The only people there are passed out on the floor.
Before you know it, your back is pressed against the wall and Suna’s lips are on yours. It’s messy and harsh, all teeth and force. There’s no method to how he touches you, his hands are just everywhere, grabbing any part of you that he can.
You withdraw your lips from his, lightly pushing him away. “Wait, wait, wait,” you say, trying to get a good look at him in the dimly-lit corridor. You can’t see much, but you can see his eyes. The way they stare at you, hungry. “What’s going on, Suna?”
His voice is low and rough. “Don’t call me that.”
“What?”
“Suna,” he says. “It’s Rin to you.”
You crack a smile at the request. “Rin,” you say quietly, obliging, “what’s going on?”
“I need to fuck you.”
His hands are on your shoulders, face just inches away from yours. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, but you know he’s sober. Just really horny, you guess.
“Like… right now?” You give him a bemused look. “Your friends are right there,” you try to remind him, nodding your head at the door to the living room. “They aren’t exactly supposed to know about this, right?”
He answers you with another searing kiss. “I don’t care,” he says against your lips. “I want you.”
At that, you kiss him back, melting into his frantic touch. “I want you too.”
Your words shoot straight to his cock and he lets out a groan. Careful not to step over the people on the floor around you, you both stumble into the closest bathroom, mouths still linked and hands still searching one another.
“Get on the counter,” he commands, locking the door behind him.
You do as he says and reach your hands out for him. The heat between your legs grows. “Rin, I need you.”
He’s back on you, hands running up and down your back as he lets you slip your tongue into his mouth. He moves his fingers between your legs, pushing your panties aside to touch your dripping core. “Fuck, baby.” He pulls his soaked hand up for you to see. “Would you look at that?”
You nod mindlessly, trying to pull him as close to you as you can. When he starts pressing his fingers against your clit, you grab his wrist. “No,” you say desperately. “I want you in me now.”
“You sure you can take me?” His voice is teasing. “Might break you.”
Your hands go up to his hair, yanking him forward to crash your lips into his. “I don’t care. Please, Rin.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
You don’t have to tell him twice. In a second, he pulls you off the counter, turns you around, and bends you over. He lifts your skirt up and rips your panties away like they’re nothing.
“Rin,” you whine. “Why’d you do that?”
He places the piece of fabric in his pocket. “It’s fine,” he tells you, landing a harsh blow to your ass. “I won’t let anyone see you.”
You moan at the sting of his touch. Your eyes land on the mirror in front of you, catching a glimpse of your fucked out state. It’s filthy, the way Suna has you bent over, your tits threatening to spill out of your top, legs spread to the side for him. Behind you, you can see him unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, eyes focused on your pussy.
Then, you feel it. The head of his cock pressed against your folds, moving up and down as he gathers your slick.
“Don’t tease.”
He chuckles. “Just making sure you’re ready to take me.”
Without warning, he slides all the way inside of you. You scream at the mix of pain and pleasure overtaking your senses as Suna’s hand comes to cover your mouth.
“Gotta keep it down, babe,” he tells you as he starts to thrust. He goes faster every time he moves, impatiently fucking into you, your walls clenching around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
You grip the edge of the counter as the knot in your stomach tightens. Suna moves in and out of you at a brutal pace, your entire body being tossed back and forth by the sheer force of it. Muffled moans spill out of your lips and your eyes roll so far back into your head you swear you can see your skull.
“Taking me so well,” he hisses. One hand moves away from your mouth and goes to grip your hips while the other comes up to grab your hair and yank your head up. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at yourself. All fucked out on my cock.”
You try your best to look at the sight in front of you, the way Suna uses your body like it’s nothing, the way he pounds into you from behind. Tears slip out the corners of your eyes as your pleasure reaches immeasurable heights.
He snickers. “Is my pretty baby crying?” he asks. “Am I fucking you too good?”
No words come out of you, just endless whimpers. You try to keep yourself quiet knowing that, even if the music outside is blaring, you’re being loud enough for anyone passing by to hear. Then, a sharp thrust sends your entire body lurching forward and a borderline pornographic moan slips out of your mouth. There’s no way you can keep quiet, not when Suna’s fucking you like this.
“Can’t even speak now, can you? Too drunk on my cock.” He knows you’re close, he can feel you clenching around him, so tight it’s making it harder for him to move. His hand pulls away from your head and goes down to rub your swollen clit. “Such a pretty fucking girl,” he says. “So pretty when I fuck you.”
Without his support, your head drops, mind too focused on your impending orgasm. You rock back and forth with each relentless thrust, your chest heaving with effort and adrenaline. “Rin,” you moan. “I’m so close.”
“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs, leaning over your back until his lips are right beside your ear. “I’m right there with you. Come for me.”
And, just like that, a wave hits you, riding your high as Suna continues to fuck you through it. You swear the counter should be crumbling from just how hard your grip is, clinging onto it for dear life. The sounds falling out of your mouth are sinful, downright sacrilege.
With a few more thrusts, Suna stills, cum spurting deep inside you. He grabs your hips so tight that you already know they’ll bruise in the morning. His body slumps over yours, just as spent as you are. He wraps his arms around you as the two of you try to get your bearings, slouched over the counter for a moment, Suna’s dick softening inside of you.
After a beat, you start giggling. “Where did that come from?”
You can feel him smile against your shoulder. “I told you. Your skirt’s cute,” he says, peeling himself off you as you both pull apart. You wobble a little and he catches you just in time, holding you against his chest. “That’s got to be at least in the top 5.”
Your hand slaps his chest at the comment. “Oh definitely,” you tell him with a smile. “Maybe even in the top 3.”
He pumps his fist. “I still got it.”
You laugh.
Suna pulls his pants back up and fixes his belt while you retouch your makeup in the mirror. You’re focused on applying your lipstick when he notices his cum sliding down the insides of your thigh. He turns to look for some toilet paper and pales a little when he sees the empty dispenser.
“Shit.”
You look at him with concern. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, no, it’s just…” He motions at your legs. “There’s no toilet paper here. I can go out and find something.”
You glance down, see what he’s talking about, then look back at him and shake your head. “It’s fine.”
“What? Y/N—”
What you do next has him stunned, gaping at you. You slide two fingers up your thigh, gathering the cum spilling out of you, and pop your fingers in your mouth, sucking on them as your eyes stare right into his.
After rendering him speechless, you come closer, chest pressed against his. Then, you cup a hand to his ear and whisper with a smirk, “I know I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
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“Ya good?” Atsumu asks when you come back to join the group. “I was just ‘bout to go lookin’ for ya.”
You coo at him. “Aw, aren’t you sweet?” you say, grabbing his hand. “I’m fine. I just had to make a call.”
“Everythin’ okay?”
“Yeah. Just forgot to tell my roommate I was going out tonight.”
Suna walks into the room a little while after you. It wasn’t really like you were trying to hide it. Besides, you highly doubted anyone would even suspect that there was something going on between the two of you, but you tried to stagger your entrances anyway. Just in case.
He finds you on the couch, huddled over a game of Uno with some of the other guys. You’re sitting on Atsumu’s lap with your brows furrowed in concentration. When you look up to see him, you beam.
“Suna, come join us!” you say like you weren’t just fucking him in the bathroom ten minutes ago. “There’s room over there beside Hinata.”
The bright-haired boy waves at him and pats the spot to his right, on the floor beside the coffee table. “Come on,” he says. “We’re trying to beat Y/N.”
As he takes a seat, you pull a reverse on Aran’s “Draw 4.” He curses loudly. “How the hell?”
Atsumu laughs as you lean back into his chest. He kisses the crown of your head and places a hand on top of your thigh (your legs are crossed… for obvious reasons), rubbing tiny circles into your skin. “Fuckin’ told ya, man,” he says. “Y/N’s just the best.”
Suna clenches his fists on his lap. It shouldn’t bother him, but it does. It’s not like he didn’t see it coming.
He always knew you were the best. He should’ve known that didn’t just apply to him.
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notes. this one is for the suna girlies 🫡 and also totally not bc the angst is real!1!!1! i also realize now that i made the reader in this series too hot for her own good like i would fall in love with her too yk?? i’m not choosing a side i’m team reader all the way🧎‍♀️
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missmeinyourbones · 1 year
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SIMPLE COMPLICATION, MISCOMMUNICATION
cw: arguments aren’t fun :( suna is bad at communicating :( reader is frustrated and a tad insecure :( angst to fluff tho i swear, i was mad so i took it out on paper (and on rintaro)
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The small crack of light creeping through your curtain feels equivalent to the burn of a hangover. 
The clock reads a reasonable almost ten in the morning, but your body dismisses the concept of time and aches for twelve more hours of sleep. You barely slept last night, tossing and turning for hours on end, all because of your stupid boyfriend. 
Suna’s terrible at communicating, no matter how many times you tell him. He’s human, prone to making mistakes and having his fair share of wheels that need greasing, but his avoidant communication skills are often the core of a handful of your arguments.
This time around, he’s been away for the week traveling with EJP—and while the travel is nothing new, you’ve only received a single phone call and four texts within the past week. 
Waking up with a pounding headache, you instantly groan at the thought of pulling yourself out of bed. Rintaro won't be home for another day, which means another night of no sleep and spiraling worry. 
At this point, coffee may be your only saving grace.
Trudging into your kitchen with knotted hair and morning breath, you barely even open your eyes as you mindlessly navigate your way to the savior that is your coffee machine. 
However, your apartment isn't as empty as you left it last night. 
“Yikes,” an unsuspecting yet familiar voice practically wheezes at your appearance. “You look like you slept well,” the voice oozes of nothing but sarcasm and instigation. 
Cracking open a tired and cranky eye, you see him through blurry vision. He’s comfortable on the couch, phone placed on the coffee table and hands on his knees as he sits up, now knowing that you’re awake. 
He looks good, and as relieved as you are to know he’s back home safe, you don’t have it in you to be merrily surprised. 
“Why’re you here?” you growl. 
Rintaro bites the inside of his cheek. He’s not too surprised at your cold greeting, but winces all the same at your harsh tone. 
“Ouch,” his hand covers his chest in hurt. “Is that any way to greet your sexy boyfriend first thing in the morning after he’s been away?”
“When I’m pissed at him, yes,” you snap with a burning annoyance. You sound tired, and Suna ignores the ache in his chest that knows it’s because of him. 
Standing quickly and making his way toward you, his eyes follow your every move. You walk by him without so much as a glance and make your way over to the coffee machine. Turning it on, you sigh against the counter and wait for it to warm up. 
“What are you doing here, Suna?” 
His breath catches in his throat, “Suna? Since when was I demoted?” 
He must have been slowly inching himself towards you, because he now stands beside you in the kitchen. He moves to press a kiss to your temple—testing out the waters—but you immediately step away and hold up a hand that wordlessly tells him to back off. He makes a mental note of the silent message. Sailor’s warning, rocky seas ahead. 
“I’m serious,” your eyes remain locked on the coffee machine whirring before you.
“So am I. Suna?” he tries again. His nails scratch at his stubbly jaw in thought, “Nope, never heard of him. Don’t know who that is.”
As if your tone isn’t clear enough that you're unimpressed with his antics, the scowl on your face solidifies any leftover room for interpretation. 
There’s no point in playing along with his games, so you fold. “Maybe that's because he’s been away for almost a week and has barely responded to any of my texts.”
Rintaro exhales. And there it is. 
The reason you’re giving him the cold shoulder after a week of being apart. The reason he wasn't met with the comforting weight of your frame jumping into his arms and a kiss filled with enough love to feed an army. The reason you didn’t answer his last three texts of:
surprise!!! trip ended a day early. boarding rn, can’t wait to see you :P
landed safe and omw, love u <3 
here so wake up and let me love you :/ coward
Rintaro inhales. It’s all making sense now. 
“Huh,” he frowns, “he sounds like a dick.”
You look him in the eye for the first time this morning and it sends an instant chill up his spine. A cold glare of anger and exhaustion and hurt. 
Suna doesn’t like it one bit. He loathes it, especially when it's directed at him. He decides that this has gone on long enough. 
He wraps an arm around your shoulder in an attempt to pull you into his chest. “C’mere, I’m sorry. My schedule’s been crazy.”
You resist, but not enough to actually mean it, so he holds your head in place against his chest. 
Noticing you're not yet hugging him back, he mumbles the confirmation into your hair, “Today’s practice got canceled. M’all yours.”
And suddenly, as if he’s been balancing on a wavering piece of glass and finally applied too much pressure on a crack, the panel shatters and you're pulling away from his hold with a shaky sigh. 
“I’m not in the mood to be your second choice today.”
The apartment falls silent, aside from the comedic timing of your coffee machine deciding to start drizzling the dark liquid into your ceramic mug. Your confession (followed by the deafening silence that shows no sign of you taking back your words) makes him swallow down the bile quickly rising in his throat.  
“Baby,” he breathes, voice now devoid of all airy humor it was laced with a few moments ago, “that’s not even funny. M’done with the bit now, c’mon.”
“I’m serious,” you snap, and the step Rintaro takes forward is frozen mid-stride.
“I haven’t seen you in days, barely talked to you. You said you would tell me when you landed safely in Brazil and you never did. You left almost half of my texts on delivered when I was only checking in on you, and—” 
“Shit, I know,” his voice comes out harsher than he means it to, and when the coffee machine turns off and makes his outburst all the more sour, he makes a mental note to break it later. 
The look of shock that flashes across your face is gone before he can address it, but it was there and now he’s afraid he’s going to see it every time he so much as closes his eyes.  
His tone is softer the second time around, “I know, and I’m sorry.” 
He thinks about taking another step closer to you, but the tears of frustration threatening to slip from your lash line tell him not to. So he keeps his distance and tries to speak as calmly as he can.  
“It’s been hard for me, too. Fuckin’ coach keeps changing the dates around on us, but when I’m not playing, I’m eating or sleeping. That’s all, you know that—”
“It’s not about that,” you coldly cut him off, upset that he’d even insinuate something as foolish as infidelity. That’s not where your mind was, and you both know that. 
Your head falls into your hands as your elbows rest against the chilly countertop. “That's your job, I know what is signed up for.”
He watches you close your eyes in disappointment and (what he knows to be) embarrassment, “But I worry, and I know that you know that.”
He doesn't miss the crack in your voice and the way it instantly creates a crack in his heart. He continues to watch, helplessly, as you bare yourself to him beneath the crumbling pressure.  
“And when you don’t answer, it makes me feel like I’m annoying you, like you don't want to talk to me. And if that’s the case, then maybe you shouldn’t have to deal with me being clingy and insecure and—”
“Yeah, stopping you right there,” he crudely interrupts, pulling your now malleable frame into his arms.
He coos at your shaky inhales against his chest, and it makes you feel like a wounded child. “You could never annoy me,” he promises.
And you know he means it, no matter how frustrating these past six days have been for you. 
“I’m sorry I blow at communicating,” his voice weaves in and out of your ears as he whispers into the crown of your head, “but please know that even when I’m busy and exhausted and practically a fucking zombie, I still want to talk to you. Always do.”
You believe him. It doesn't make it hurt any less, but you believe him. 
“Well, do a better job of showing it,” you mumble against his sweatshirt. It’s weak, but it’s there.
His hand finds your back, drawing mindless circles and pushing you further into his hold. As if you’ll slip out of his grasp like a bag in the wind if he's not cautious enough with you.
“Anything for you, baby.”
He holds you there for a moment, and the kitchen is filled with nothing but the sound of your sniffly breathing and the smell of steaming hazelnut. 
Eventually, his voice comes quiet, muffled from the crook of your neck as it vibrates your skin. 
“Do you really think I put my work before you?” 
“No,” your response is immediate because it’s true, “I don’t. I just missed you, Rintaro.”
You bite your tongue when you feel his smirk against your skin, and its not a second before he’s pulling away and you see it on his face. “Rintaro, huh?” 
You roll your eyes and go to push him off of you, but he’s too fast. His quick reflexes come in handy as his fingers catch your wrist mid-shove.
“Come on, just a little more, gimme what I wanna hear.”
“No,” your stubbornness wins as you twist your wrist in his palm. 
“Please, baby,” he begs without hesitation. “Just shorten it a few letters. S’all I wanna hear.”
“You’re annoying me.”
“I have a week’s worth of annoying you to catch up on,” he easily retorts.
Amid your bickering, Rintaro has backed you up against the counter, pinning you beneath his weight as he childishly slumps on top of you.
“You’re heavy,” he feels you groan.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Get off, Rin.”
His heart instantly swells at the sweet name falling from your lips, and his grin mirrors the internal organ as it grows three times in size. 
“There it is,” he coos as you try to shrug his hands away from cradling your face. You roll your eyes, but your smile is evident. “There she is, my pretty girl.”
You let him press his lips to yours, and while you tell yourself it to shut him up, you’d be a liar if you said that was the only reason. He tastes like the drugstore cherry chapstick he uses and the cinnamon gum he chewed on the plane ride home. 
“Missed you,” he presses another sweet kiss to your lips, “I love you.”
You swallow his words without remorse. “Love you too.”
He lifts you onto the countertop and laughs when you jump at the cold granite on your exposed skin. Next to your now lukewarm coffee, he picks up the mug with one hand and carefully passes it to you. He watches you take a sip, and hums into the beverage when you hold it up to his own mouth and let him have a taste. 
Between brushing noses and coffee-tasting kisses, he breathes. “Wanna help me unpack?” 
On command, your eyes roll. “You’re on thin ice, Rin.”
He wouldn't have it any other way, so he shrugs into your neck. “Good thing I know how to skate.”
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Scene 1: 'The Queen of Modern Horror'
CW: Demons, fake blood, nothing much yet tbh
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The sky is beautiful tonight.
You stare blankly at the starless night sky, the moon hiding behind the dark grey clouds as raindrops harshly pelt your face and body, doing little to wash the blood from your body. You sigh, both in relief and exhaustion as you glance a little off to your side to see the disfigured face of the murderer of your friends, unresponsive and not breathing.
Slowly sitting up, you stare the demon that had been possessing the murderer in the face, his hand extended towards you with a grin of satisfaction and anticipation. “For thee bihofþe bæ ablæ bihofþe defeaÞ mīn vessel meanſ thee art worthī bihofþe becomæ mīn.”
You stare blankly at the demon speaking in a language you can’t understand, yet somehow you understand clearly what he is speaking. ‘For you to be able to defeat my vessel means you are worthy to become mine.’. Your gaze slowly trails to his outstretched hand and a compelling force for you to take it overwhelms you.
You look back up to the demon, your eyes unfocused and dull as if you have nothing else to live for. Before your decision can be documented, the end credits roll, leaving the ending open to the interpretation of the viewers as well as a sequel to showcase your decision.
“God, that was great,” Kasumi, your good friend and manager compliments as she leans back on the sofa and places her arm over her eyes to re-adjust from watching the movie for two whole hours. “When your and Masaki’s characters thought it was over but the movie still had half an hour left was actually a good plot twist.”
“Well, Director Ukai Senior is well-known for plot twists like that.” You comment as you stand up to turn the lights back on. “You said the critics were impressed by this movie?”
“Yeah, the movie critics were absolutely STUNNED by your acting and storyline, it’s a box office hit.” Kasumi answers as she groans from the lights turning on, readjusting her vision to the new lighting. “Director Ukai Senior wants to make a sequel, it’s going to be tough to live up to people’s expectations.”
“No, no, Kasumi. Not the professional movie critics.” You clarify as you head back to the sofa. “The online critics.”
“Oh, you mean the horror junkies making movie reviews on the internet? Loved it. Said it’s a gem in the midst of the mediocre horror movies these days.”
Your lips tug into a smile of satisfaction, when Kasumi gave you the job, you were a bit skeptical and weren’t as enthusiastic as you have a reputation to uphold as being the ‘Queen of Modern Horror’. You’re glad you trusted your gut and did the job anyway. Ukai Ikkei was a bit tough to work with since he’s strict and a bit of a perfectionist, but he seemed to have favoured you and your experience as he listened to any input you gave to the script to make it less cheesy and better.
“I’ve got to give it to Yamasaki, most script writers take offense when the actors make suggestions to the storyline to make it better but she actually took time to consider and stuff. She’ll make it far in the script writing industry.” You comment as you remind yourself of the meek girl who wrote the fantastic movie script.
“Oh yeah! The online critics also complimented her again and again for her unique storyline. They say it’s a cliche that’s made fresh.” Kasumi says with a grin. “I think she’s starting the sequel for the movie as we speak.”
“Excellent, I hope to work with her again soon.” You say as you stretch your long legs on the sofa. “What else has the internet been saying?”
“Um… most are complimenting the movie… but I guess some are kind of comparing to Ukai Junior’s new movie.” Kasumi answers, thinking back to what she’s read. “The one starring Suna Rintarou.”
“Oh, you mean the thriller-gore fiasco of a movie, ‘The Crypts’? That’s also a great movie, the genius horror director genes run in the Ukai family.” You say with a nod of approval. “Suna’s acting is also great in the movie, his role as the killer in the movie looked so realistic even I was spooked.”
“You know, you and Suna are dubbed the ‘King and Queen of Modern Horror’, it’s weird that you’ve never acted in a movie together.” Kasumi comments absentmindedly as she opens her phone to look at the incoming reviews. “I think it would be one of the best movies of the generation if you two starred in the movie together.”
“I was wondering that as well, actually. I’d love for an opportunity to act with him, like I don’t even care if I end up covering my face for the role of the antagonist, I just want to star in a movie with him.”
“I’ll try to find a role for you that also stars him. I think it’d be a good opportunity for you both.” Kasumi says with a grin.
“I will literally bow at your feet if you ever manage to do that.” You say with a laugh. “I know damn well that movie will be the talk of all media if we star in the same movie.”
“Count on me, girlie. I’ve got your back.”
That was what you said to Kasumi about three months ago, thinking that the movie you’d star in with Suna Rintarou was going to be a horror movie, as you expected. But to your horror and confusion, the script in your hand is the farthest thing from a horror movie script.
“‘Sumi… when I said I want to star in a movie with Suna Rintarou, I didn’t mean a romance drama. And a series at that!” You mutter as you re-read the script your friend handed to you.
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danishima · 2 years
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Practice | Suna x Reader
warning: ugh kissing??? maybe suggestive but I don’t think so and yeah. first kiss and friends to lovers trope live in my mind rent free.
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You were hanging out with Suna after practice, well if sitting on your phones without talking could be called “hanging out”. And you were incredibly bored. Letting out your fifth sigh as you glanced over at him.
“Will you stop doing that.” He mumbled clearly annoyed. You let your head fall back against the bed with a huff as you whined “I’m bored! Entertain me.” Now it was his turn to sigh. “And how will I do that?” You though for a moment and he laughed as you were focused on finding an activity to do with your dearest friend. “Truth or dare?…” you said hesitantly. “No.” He replied without a thought.
“What are you hiding something from me?” You teased as he stood up straighter. “No, whenever you suggest playing truth or dare you can never think of anything to ask and it ends up with me listening to you ramble about your current crush.”
Well damn.
You furrowed your brows “What about those apps that give you the questions? Why don’t we download one of those?”
And that is exactly what you did. Having lots if fun calling Atsumu and “confessing” to him while calling him Osamu (his reaction was priceless) and learning that Suna used to be one of those kids who slicked back their hair everyday in primary school. Now as you looked at the question on the screen you started to feel heat rushing to your cheeks.
“How did your first kiss go?”
Hah. Fuck. You looked up to see Suna waiting for your answer. When you didn’t respond he spoke “Come on it couldn’t have been that bad, just tell me.” You bit your lip. Suna had a fair share of admirers as he was a part of the volleyball team so he had been on dates and had one or two girlfriends. It’s not like he would make fun of you but it was still kind of… odd? Silence filled the room for a few minutes before Suna spoke “(Y/n)? Did you have a first kiss?”
And that’s how you ended up like this.
Why did you agree to this in the first place. Taking back what you thought earlier, Suna absolutely did make fun of you. And when you wanted to pick a dare, what do you know? He had one for you.
“Let me be your first kiss.”
It wasn’t very romantic when you burst out laughing but here you were. Sitting in front of Suna waiting to kiss him.
“So do we just.. get into it?”
“You know when you say stuff like this it makes me understand why you haven’t had your first kiss before.”
“SHUT UP!” You slapped your hands over your face, covering it in embarrassment. “This is stupid I’m going home.” He let out a laugh as he reached to get a hold of your waist and dragging you on his lap.
“What’s stupid is you making this a bigger deal than it has to be.”
You scoffed ignoring the sidden rush being this close to him gave you “I can only imagine kissing you would be just you embarrassing me so it is a big deal for me.“
“It will be quick and painless I swear.” You groaned as you nodded your head. That was all the permission he needed.
Suna didn’t understand why he felt so excited to do this. You were a friend, he never really thought of you other than that, but now he couldn’t help but feel… nervous? “Ok so I am… going in?” Suna smiled at your clumsy state, nodding. You leaned in slowly you felt awkward as you realized both of your eyes were open. Smiling to hide the obvious tells of nervousness you were trying to ignore “I think we should close our eyes? That’s what they do when.. yeah.” You closed your eyes. Bringing your face closer to his you felt your breathing slow down and a second later your lips were on his.
It was soft and still. You didn’t move and neither did he. Just soft lips pressed against each other while uneven breaths were heard from both of you. Liking the feeling you stayed like that for a few seconds until you felt more pressure on your lips as Suna leaned into you more. Without thinking, he placed his hand on your cheek and you sighed. You felt yourself getting more comfortable so you started moving your lips. It wasn’t perfect, you were pretty clumsy and too careful of how you were parting your mouth like you saw in the movies but, you felt your slight panic easing when his tongue lightly grazed your bottom lip. Instinctively, you let your hands make their way to his soft hair and were pleased to hear the slightest hitch of his breath. Continuing like that for a while, lips moving at their own accord, his other hand sliding up and down from your neck to your waist you two sat there. Both aware this was way different than what you intended to do. What was supposed to be a quick kiss now turned into you sighing while leaning in for more and him smiling in between kisses trying to suppress the funny feeling he felt. He know things were going to be different now. This wasn’t what friends did.
Before you know it, the warm feeling on your lips was gone as Suna pulled away, your lips still chasing his with closed eyes. Sliding his hand from your cheek to your jaw he whispered “Did you like it?”
Feeling slightly dizzy you didn’t catch the teasing tone in his voice and mumbling something along the lines of yes you are a good kisser. Letting out an airy laugh he pat your head. “You are not too bad for an amateur either.” Swatting his hand away you pouted at his words.
All ready to go home, you waved your “friend” goodbye as you walked out of the door.
“Thanks asshole.” His eyes widened in amusement as he laughed
“Hey I helped you didn’t I? You should be thankful!”
“Shut up!”
As you left you both had the same thing on your minds
Something changed.
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Imagine being a little dumb but being Sunas girlfriend. He would tease you all the time saying stuff like “of course you didn't know” and “isn't it a good thing you have me sweetheart” and you eat that shit up because his dick is amazing and he treats you like a princess.
But the second someone else tries to insult you intelligents he goes the fuck off. You were in your lecture and you had a question about the rubric which your professor replied to your question in a normal manner.
Some asshole in your class didn't care about that. “Did you actually read the rubic because if you actually did you would have seen that, but I wouldn’t expect you to know how to read anyways.” he said and half of the class laughed along with him causing the teacher to have to settle them down.
Later when the class ended you were shaking from embarrassment and opened your mouth in surprise as you saw your boyfriend waiting by the door with a pissed look on his face. He went to speak until he saw the person that made it in front of you. He walked up to him as calm as ever.
“The next time you try to speak on my girls smarts i’m going to fuck you up, remember that” He said before he put his hand on your lower back guiding you back to his apartment that was close to the campus.
On your way back to his apartment Suna told you how one of his friends texted him about what happened and he skipped his last class to make sure you were okay. You loved the fact that he was always looking out for you.
Especially when he has you in a mating press with your toes near your ears while you babble nothing but his name and how much you love him. You especially love it when he connects your lips together, sharing his sounds in your mouth while you suck on his tongue, feeling his cock bulge in stomach.
You can't help but cum when he bottoms out with the last two thrust as he sucks on your nipples while you feel you squirt all over him and yourself. He finishes two seconds later expressing his love for you as he does so.
After he cleans you off and helps you do your homework <3
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beesandflowers · 2 years
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SWORN TO SECRECY
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summary: your time alone with suna is interrupted by a scheduling mishap, but you can’t risk your relationship getting caught
pairing: suna x gn!reader
notes: the characters are third years, but are still 18(+), theres one line that was inspired by a tt creator but i can’t find them, any comments, likes, or reblogs are always appreciated :)
wc: 2.7k
warnings/tags: kissing, suggestive, FLUFF, crack, tsumu being annoying, kinda cheesy, pet names, established relationship, secret relationship, swearing (use of the s word), mention of handcuffs, mention of reader having breasts
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[2:39 P.M]
The sound of sloppy open-mouthed kisses and ragged breathes dusted both of your ears beautifully, and could easily be distinguished by anyone passing by the corridor of your bedroom. Luckily, your parents had been out for the day, leaving you to quickly take the opportunity to spend the day with your partner and be as loud as you wanted.
You were both on the floor, sitting up, with your own back pressed up against your closet. You couldn’t be bothered to sit on the bed, or even a chair. You just had to have your hands on each other the moment you were alone, seeing as the possibility itself was extremely rare.
With your bags lazily thrown in the middle of the room, and the door slightly agar, Suna began to slowly roam his large hands around your body. Sensually travelling from your hips, to your waist, and eventually cupping your breasts. It felt like his touch had burned through your now-wrinkled clothing and left an imprint on your skin. You didn’t care, though, you just wanted more.
You sighed in content, and switched the position of your arms as well, easing the motion of your hand in his hair, moving to cup his pink-colored cheeks. After spending more time together, you began to realize how much he loved this position. It made the scene so much more intimate, in his opinion. It made him feel like your emotions —as well as his own— were tangible, crystal clear, and all that became visible was the love that surrounded you.
Had your eyes been opened, you would’ve been able to notice the few freckles that covered his red tinted nose.
He slightly shifted, trying to get in a more comfortable position as the butterflies in your stomach and the beating of your heart rapidly increased. The kisses were delicate and languid but still had a fiery passion behind them. At the very moment, you were just kissing, with no eventual goal and no lustful intent behind it. The both of you were just glad to be with each other.
You always appreciated these moments; it gave you reassurance about your relationship and reminded you of the fact that Suna really did like you. That he wasn’t just using you for your body. That your happiness and comfort were more important to him, and that he needed you, not just someone.
While your lips had sealed, exploring the other, he grazed your neck with his index finger, an area you where were slightly sensitive, leaving you to grin into the kiss.
“Hm, what?” he mumbled against your lips, seemingly confused, but was still smiling just as wide when your mouths parted, creating a light smack.
You released a breath from your nose in amusement. Blushing cheeks almost starting to ache from smiling so wide along with crinkles around your eyes; Suna couldn’t stop staring. “Nothing, nothing. I’m just kinda ticklish around that area.”
Opening his mouth to respond, he was rudely interrupted by the sound of keys jingling and quiet footsteps following, causing him to freeze. His expression shifted from playful to incredibly confused in an instant, and the same applied to you.
“That’s weird I wasn’t expect- OH SHIT!”
Suna’s eyebrows raised and eyes widened in curiosity at your outburst, while yours widened in worry of the situation. How stupid did you have to be to forget something like this.
“I totally forgot ‘Samu asked me for help on his literature essay, I must’ve mixed up the dates or something. I am so so sorry, Rin.”
You looked at him apologetically with a sheepish smile, watching a slight look of disappointment cover his sharp features. He was really looking forward to finally spending time with you, only to realize someone else got to it first. Was it such a crime for him to want to be with his girlfriend?
The footsteps began to sound more and more audible, making you internally panic and come to a quick realization, “You need to hide. Right now.”
“Wh-“
“NOW!” The volume of your voice had lowered but you were still somehow yelling at him. Your boyfriend found it endearing.
Suna had been frantically looking around for a good place to hide —he almost looked like a lost kitten— but everywhere looked really cramped and there wasn’t exactly a lot of space in your bedroom, especially for a toned six foot one athlete.
Curse his stupid height
You pointed to your closet, suggesting he hide there since it was a closed off area where no one really looks, and fortunately, was big enough to fit both him and his backpack.
In a rushed tone of whisper, you spoke, “Okayillletyouknowwhenthecoastisclearsoyoucanleave-“
And his reply was cut off once again with the footsteps getting louder each passing second.
“HIDE HIDE- HIIII, ‘Samu!”
Just as you said that, the closet door finally closed, making a small noise that didn’t go unnoticed by all three people in the room.
Real smooth Y/N
Your tone shifted from a fearful whisper to an excited greeting in almost an instant. He’s bound to get suspicious. You tried to act as nonchalantly as possible, quickly thinking of an excuse in case he asked about your questionable behavior.
In the midst of your thinking you slightly worried that you forgot to hide Suna’s bag as well, (something that would be recognized by the twin) but had the image of you stuffing his backpack in the closet with him replayed in your head. If you had the chance, you might have laughed just thinking about it. Still, it was a good thing you caught that or else your cover might have easily been blown.
“No one answered the door, and you didn’t answer my texts, so I used the key ya gave me. I hope ya don’t mind,” He lifted his hand to display the key that you gave him in case of emergency.
You shook your head no.
“But, uh, who were ya talkin’ to just now?”
Osamu’s brows were furrowed and he looked around the room, possibly trying to answer his own query.
Shit
“Right! I was- trying to find my cat. Have you seen her?” Thank god you remembered you even had one or this would have been a very awkward situation.
He looked more at ease compared to the earlier look on his face, giving you hope that you would be able to sneak Suna out of the house without the knowledge of the boy in front of you. It also let you know that he didn’t hear the exact words you were uttering, making it easier to lie.
“Yeah, I just saw her downstairs. Does she.. usually hide in the closet?” Of course he would ask about that, ever the observant Miya.
You nodded your head, then, trying to change the subject; you brought up the topic of why he was here and suggested you start working.
While he was trying to complete a small writing exercise you gave him —that worked well as a distraction—, the only thing on your mind was how Suna was currently doing.
It’s been 10 minutes, I hope he’s okay…
You decided to text him, hoping his phone was accessible to him at the moment.
[2:46 P.M] Y/N: Rin are you okay in there? I’ll get you out once Samu uses the bathroom or smth
The message caused a small vibration sound to come from the closet, but Osamu was too immersed in his current task to hear it.
It took Suna a second to reply, so you assumed his phone was probably in his pocket and he had a hard time reaching it.
[2:47 P.M] Rin: Yeah I’m okay, just lmk when I can come out.
[2:47 P.M] Rin: Also, I didn’t know you were into handcuffs
Handcuffs??
Oh.
On your birthday last year, Atsumu had presented you these really cheap handcuffs as a gag gift, suggesting that you needed to start dating someone, having been single for your entire life. You were about to scold him when he revealed the real present he was planning on giving you, but that you should keep the cuffs in consideration, with a wink. Smug bastard.
You completely forgot about them until now, and the reason you hadn’t thrown them away the second you got them was because your mom almost caught you with them and the closet —similar to now— was the easiest way to avoid confrontation.
This was all too much to explain in a text, and Osamu was almost done, so you ended the conversation with:
[2:46 P.M] Y/N: Shut up, I’ll explain later
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Ten more minutes passed and the grey-haired boy finally decided to take a break and use the bathroom. Your patience was getting thinner which could only mean that Suna’s was non-existent by now.
With confirmation that the bathroom door had shut, you jumped off your seat, stumbling a bit from urgency, and hauled the closet door open with a force you didn’t even know existed within you.
Your boyfriend’s shoulders sagged in relief paired with the most bored expression you’ve ever on his face. “I don’t think I could’ve listened to you guys talking about The Handmaid’s Tale any longer.” He deadpanned.
You had to bite your lip from laughing but the middle blocker could see a hint of a smile on your face, feeling a bit more accomplished for being the one to do that. However, you made a mental note to scold him later on for saying such things about the book. You thought it was excellent.
You closed your eyes to allow yourself to relax, you couldn’t afford to waste time.
“Oh, whatever, now c’mon, we have to be fast.” Knowing Rin and noticing the opportunity, you had to follow it up with “And don’t you dare make a ‘that’s what she said’ joke.”
You pointed a finger at his chest and with your other hand, grabbed his own to lead him out of your bedroom and down the stairs. Though, you couldn’t help but notice how his callused hand practically enveloped yours entirely. The thought itself made you feel soft inside, leaving a tingling feeling in your chest that happened only around the boy next to you.
His mouth closed right after you said that, and he no longer had a bemused expression on his face. In fact, he was slightly flustered, maybe even flattered, but only because he realized how well you knew him and his mannerisms.
He had his bag slung on one shoulder and raised your interlocked hands, silently letting you know to lead the way.
Passing by the bathroom, you paused —causing Rin to do the same involuntarily— and spoke up in a louder volume to make sure the wing-spiker could hear you. “Uh, Samu! I’m gonna go downstairs to get something from the kitchen if don’t find me when you get out!”
Before he could reply, the both of you began moving your feet, trying your hardest not to make it appear like two pairs of footsteps were right outside the door.
Suna leaned down to your ear and commented something about being sneaky —you weren’t exactly sure what, being dead set on making a successful getaway.
He was referring to your earlier idea to draw attention away from the fact that you might not be in your room when Osamu was done in the bathroom. You weren’t about to throw away the 7 months spent sneaking around for a clumsy mistake that you would reprimand yourself for endlessly. You smirked slightly at the praise.
During this little stroll, you felt light shapes (you guess circles) being drawn on your knuckles by Suna, but he was doing it almost as a reflex, unaware of his own actions. He never really did understand the effect he had on you, because right now, you wouldn’t be surprised if your heart just leaped out of your chest from the unnatural speed it was beating.
It made you reflect, not on just today, but the entire aspect of your secret relationship. It never occurred to you how thrilling it would be, yet still managing to cause a sense of peace within you. A balance. The fact that you had a secret that no one else knew about. How it was one you both created together and nurtured continuously while everyone went about their lives. How you experienced every emotion at 120% because of the restrictions it held, and how badly you needed to overcome them. Because of the way you had to fight for each other, even when your hearts were tied in a knot impossible to undo. When your entire beings and souls already belonged to the other. You were each other’s persons, and you didn’t need the rest of the world to know it in order for it to be true.
You snapped out of your thoughts when you remembered how you were practically performing a heist. By now you could talk without being heard since you were already downstairs, so you made light conversation while still enjoying the comfortable silences that fell between you. And before you knew it, you were right in front of the door to leave.
Making sure the coast was clear, you turned your head towards the middle blocker and gave him a genuine smile.
“Okay, we’re safe now.” A look of endearment crossed on your face as you took everything in, finally being able to breathe for a moment, even if it really was just a moment.
He stilled for a few notes, gazing at you and your smile, completely enamored by your entire existence. To him, you were like a fallen angel that came down to Earth just for him. He may only be 18, but he was absolutely certain that he had found his soulmate, and that if something ever did happen, you would always come back to one another. Somehow, some way. And he didn’t know how exactly, but fate was funny like that. It was unpredictable, unknown. (Funnily enough, those words could also be used to describe your relationship.) Fate was definitely real though, because if it wasn’t, then you two wouldn’t have been destined to meet. Then, he wouldn’t have been sent to the wrong classroom and sat in your seat. There was at least three other empty seats, yet he still managed to choose yours. By pure coincidence, he was drawn to it. And he can’t be more grateful that he a was.
It was certain that these feelings wouldn’t go away after people found out about you two, because it would still by you two against the world. It would be you two, alone, together.
In the end, he decided on: “You’re cute.”
“Thanks babe, I know,” He looked at you expectantly, “…you’re cute too, I guess.”
He winked at you while nodding and all you could think about was what a dork your boyfriend was —except, you were the only one who ever even had the chance to think that.
“Okay, bye now. I love you,” Oh, how he loved saying that. Adored it, even. It felt like winning a prize at a claw machine, something he never thought he could do. He gave you a soft smile with nothing but fondness in his siren eyes. Ha, Ironic.
You returned his smile. “Take care, text me when you get home. Oh- and love you too.” It was like you were listing ingredients in a grocery list, but in most cases it wouldn’t be a crime —at least to Suna— to forget the last one.
He turned to the door, opened it, then stopped, causing you to be extremely baffled.
“Oh right, I almost forgot,”
Damnit, Osamu’s gonna for sure catch us if we go back and get whatever he left back there.
He took a large step towards you and before you knew it, your eyes were closed and lips intensely occupied. With his one hand on your cheek, and the other holding your waist, he deepened the kiss. No tongue though, it was obvious what that would lead to.
Carefully tilting his head up and down, his lips released from yours, and you were left feeling exceedingly hazy. That kiss might have literally taken your breath away.
You were about to spend the rest of the afternoon with his best friend, of course he would leave you with a little souvenir from the adventure you embarked upon. What kind of partner would he be if he didn’t?
Prideful with his work, he went ahead walking backwards. “Bye, bubs,”
He gave you a small wave paired with a lovesick —maybe a bit boyish— smile as he moved farther away from you, still walking backwards, almost far enough that he could start to make his way home.
You mouthed a goodbye, still not recovered enough to speak discernable words, and bit back a smile that still managed to peak through your eyes.
Watching him leave, you already began planning the next rendezvous in your head. Despite the experience slightly being a hassle, it didn’t matter. You would have done it one hundred times over if you could, as long as you did it together. If this was a movie, you would have sighed in content and slid your back down the door of your bedroom after it was closed, but you didn’t do that, obviously. You still had a wing-spiker to tutor.
Walking back upstairs, you get a text message.
[3:13 P.M] Rin: Don’t think I forgot about those handcuffs, love. You still owe me a ‘talk’ later.
Maybe it was a good thing you didn’t end up throwing them away, but you couldn’t let blondie know that.
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