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satorisoup · 2 months

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ᰔ CANDY GRAMS ft. rintaro suna

ʚ CW : secret admirer. manager! reader.

ʚ hq valentine’s series mlist ಇ

every year on valentine’s day, your schools student body sets up a booth for candy grams. $2 to send a cute little message to your loved one with little lollipops and candied hearts. the line would stretch all the way down the hall with students eager to buy one, the end of the line grumbling at their time wasted when they heard the shout of “sold out!”. it was a huge tradition that the students never failed to miss, as it would always cause an uproar of excitement along with the funds being donated to whatever cause.

it’s your second year at inarizaki highschool, and you were luckily privileged enough to become the manager of the volleyball club during the second half of your first year, being a new student, despite the insane amount of girls who had applied for the spot. you had made it extremely clear that no, you were not interested in the twins, no, this wasn’t a plan to get one them to fall in love with you, and no, you weren’t a secret spy for a fangirl instagram account trying to gather information. all things accounted for, you were accepted into the position.

now as a second year, you had kept your word on not falling for the infamous volleyball twins who in reality were just dumb teenage boys that talked your ear off with their constant nagging and immature jokes. however, the one who had caught your eye was the middle blocker with the #10 jersey, rintaro suna. they never said you couldn’t have a little crush on him, right? and even despite having quite the interest in him, you would never act on it, as you seemed to be good friends with him along with the twins, not daring to ruin the friendship or break the trust with the club.

suna was a nice person to be around, his sense of humor was infectious and he was a good, more tame break from the rambunctious person known as atsumu miya, even though they did tend to occasionally get into mischief when together. he was blunt in the ways he showed that he cared, and you recall the moment you realized you had feelings for him when you had accompanied him at the store to get a snack before practice. he had asked you if you wanted anything, and you had told him you didn’t have any money with you.

“i didn’t ask if you had money. i asked what you wanted.”

it left you blushing for the rest of the day, walking out of the shop with a cookie in hand and hearing “why didn’t ya pay fer me?!” fall out of atsumu’s mouth in complaint. you knew in your heart you definitely couldn’t deny it now, you had fallen.

the date marked february 14th, valentine’s day, and just like last year, the halls were bustling in delirium as the line stretched from one end of the courtyard to the other. you slung your bag over your shoulder and continued to walk to your designated class, overhearing the cheers of the people who finally made it to the front of the string of students. making your way to class and taking your seat, you prepare to take on the day as if it were any other.

eventually, the period before lunch had rolled around, and the person passing candy grams from each class had reached your door. you could feel the anticipation of your peers as the student began dropping each one off to certain desks. 1 here, 3 there, 5, wow that’s quite a few.

after most of the class had received their special gifts, whispering the notes their partners had left for them to one another, you had expected the deliverer to make their leave and be on with it.

your assumptions hadn’t been correct, when you see that they had made their way to your desk.

“10 candy grams for miss l/n, here you go!”

wait what?

you caught a few quiet gasps and small whispers from some of your classmates as your desk had been filled with a whopping number of 10 candy grams. even you had wanted to gasp yourself, but you really did not want this attention on you.

after everyone had quieted down a little more, you took the gracious opportunity to check the pink slips of paper on each packet of treats.

“to: y/n.”

again, you checked another slip. then another, and another for good measure. to your upmost confusion, every single slip you had was completely nameless. before you could comprehend exactly what was going on with these mysterious sweets, class was being dismissed for lunch.

“buying candy grams for yerself? that’s pretty depressin’.” atsumu bellowed at you when you had walked up to your friends, arms almost overflowing with your gifts.

“im not that cheap, you idiot…there’s 10 here, and ALL with no name.” you scoffed back at him.

“maybe it’s yer stalker.” osamu had countered, eyeing the bags.

“oh yeah, how lovely that would be. quit trying to scare me, osamu.” you deadpanned. “where’s suna?”

“dunno. so, ya gonna share that candy or what?”

“really miya? you’re both holding an entire grocery bag of them. i’ll see you guys at practice.” you walked off, still pondering on the thought of who it could be.

you still hadn’t managed to find suna within the midst of this entire situation, wanting to get his input. despite the so called “thrill” of having a secret admirer, you didn’t really seem to care. you wanted suna, and you wanted it to be him who was sending you stupid pieces of candy and dumb notes. that however, is a wish that could never be granted no matter how bad you yearned for it.

it’s the last half of the day by now, most classes having been visited by the deliverer, disregarding a few. mostly extra candy grams were being passed to the people who didn’t receive them before lunchtime. you practically ignored the lesson your teacher was explaining, too caught up in your thoughts to listen. 10 candy grams, no name, suna has practically disappeared. when class had been dismissed, you passed by your locker in hopes of putting the treats in there for later, but when you opened the latch, you had yet another surprise waiting for you.

10 more packets of candy dribbled out of your locker, a couple landing by your feet as if to mock you. you scamper to pick them up with a huff, and when you start to shove them in with the rest in your locker, miserably failing to fit them all inside, you come to an immediate realization.

atsumu is the only person who unfortunately knows your locker combination, back when you had held his lost textbook for him until he could get it back.

it dawned on you in an instant, of course, this was atsumu’s idea of humour, a perfect valentine’s day prank.

you roll your eyes at the idea of the twins antics, but also began to feel a tinge of sadness when you came to your conclusion, a hint of hope in the back of your mind that maybe, it was the one your heart had longed for who was up to this, but you’re quick to shut it down. with an upset slam of your locker, you head to the gym.

feet that slowly skid onto the concrete stairs was all that could be heard, and your shoes squeek against the vinyl flooring of the inarizaki gym when you enter. as you prepare to tell off atsumu, a voice interrupts you.

“what’s up with you?”

it was suna, his head cocked to the side with a slight furrow in his brow.

“im trying to find atsumu, he’s really done it this time…”

“and what did he do?”

“he thought it would be a funny idea to prank me! on valentine’s day of all days! sending a mountain of candy grams that won’t even fit in my locker…there wasn’t even a name on them. and it made me think…” you interrupt yourself before you accidentally say too much, “it’s just dumb yknow?” you huff.

“i figured you would think something dumb like that.”

“… huh?”

suna starts to dig into his bag, hand reaching in and then back out. one of his arms extended out to you, holding one of the same cellophane bags that had been taunting you all day.

this one held a cookie, the same kind as that day back at the store, and when you open the note, you can feel yourself grow lighter.

“to: y/n.

you’re kind of a dunse.”

and this time, there’s an indicator of the sender on the slip of paper, in the same handwriting as all of the others.

“R. S.”

you look to suna with widened eyes and a growing blush to your cheeks, your mouth slightly ajar when you ask him,

“…it was you?”

suna softly smirks at you, his hidden facade of mischievousness breaking as he replies,

“yeah, you should really think before you trust a miya with your locker combo.”

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sunasstxrz · 2 months

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texts with boyfie suna!

you’re drunk in one of them// kinda afab? he says princess and ma’am and reader talks about misogyny

tw:suggestive (rin sends a shirtless picture and reader is normal about it!)

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drawnbymabel · 10 months

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Graduated!🫰🎓

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu art #haikyuu fanart #haikyu #miyaatsumu #miya twins #miya atsumu #miya osumu #inarizaki #suna rinatro #kita shinsuke #aran ojiro #ginjima hitoshi

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rishiguro · 24 days

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you don’t think that you have ever felt as much relief as you did when you finally stepped inside your home.

with a loud thud your bag fell to the floor, right before you somehow managed to stumble into your bedroom, falling face-first into the mattress. the weight of the day finally truly sank into your bones, making your entire body ache. all you wanted to do was close your eyes and fall asleep, forgetting the day even happened.

all had been too much today.

you barely managed to get yourself out of bed in the morning after a terrible night of (or lack of) sleep and you still don’t really know how you made it to your place of work, much less made it through the day in the first place. everything was loud and bright, you were running on caffeine only and everything seemed to go wrong today. your performance was questionable at best and you couldn’t help but overthink each one of your steps.

and if that wasn’t bad enough already, the whole day you were jittery until after a few hours you noticed just how much you were shaking and how fast your heart was actually racing.

and then all you wanted to do was cry.

SUNA meanwhile had absolutely no idea what was going on when he entered your home with the key you gave him a few months ago, mindlessly taking his shoes off and messily throwing them away.

he called out for you when he noticed your bag laying right by the door. when he didn’t hear you call back to him, he furrowed his eyebrows, making his way into various rooms of your place, trying to find you. he grew slightly worried when he didn’t see you in your kitchen, living room or in the hall, but a part of him figured you might be purposely hiding from him, trying to scare him.

with a smirk on his face he decided to play along, carrying himself with light footsteps over to your bedroom door and carefully watching for a sign that you might be waiting somewhere to jump out.

when he reached your door, his hand slowly moved to the handle, pressing it down gently. taking a peek inside, he leaned forward.

you hadn’t noticed the door opening a few centimeters, much less the head peeking through it, with your head still lying flat on your bed, pillows practically pressed against your eyes to avoid sound coming through as much as possible.

suna would find it endearing if he didn’t grow so worried seeing you like this.

pressing his lips into a thin line, he decided to carefully step inside, practically sneaking towards you.

“baby?” you jerked up startled, looking around with wide, slightly puffy eyes, before you actually noticed him sitting next to you.

“fuck,” you groaned, “don’t scare me like that” you let your head fall back into the mattress.

he chuckled as you scooted over and ultimately laid down next to you. “sorry” he opened his arms and you immediately cuddled into him, resting your head on his chest. “what happened?” he asked after a few seconds of silence.

you however only shook your head, hiding your face in the fabric of his sweatshirt. “don’t want to talk about it?” you shook your head again.

so in response, he only tightened his hold on you, bending his neck in an uncomfortable way to press a kiss on your temple. “that’s okay. we can talk later”

the two of you continued to lie there in silence, simply finding comfort in each other’s presence and warmth. you listened to his calm heartbeat with closed eyes and enjoyed how suna’s hand slid up and down your back.

“it’s alright. i got you,” he muttered softly, “i’m not letting you go”

you still felt bad. but laying in his arms, you felt a little better.

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lowkeyremi · 5 months

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BF texts with the inarizaki trio <3

Atsumu:

Suna:

Osamu:

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starreo · 4 months

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UR WORKS R SO GOOD😭😭 i always forget the follow button but ilysm and was wondering if u would do sum mean!bf suna hcs 😔🙏🏻 suna rots my brain

thanks lovely >.o

i don't really do reqs but u were v sweet + im sort of crushing on the mean!bf trope againnnnn

multi-character drabble.

includes adult themes so, mdni.

mean!bf who doesn't understand why you're so sensitive. all he did was say you didn't have any friends so you try to stop him from enjoying, what's the big deal...

mean!bf who's rolling his eyes at you, pretending to be indifferent to your tears but his body can't listen to his silly brain anymore.

mean!bf whose large hands immediately cup your face, his cold, long fingers wiping the unstoppable warm tears off. he's fighting the urge to smile as he hears you hiccup while looking up at him, quieting down from your little melodrama.

mean!bf whose sharp eyes are glaring up at you, his tongue busy swiping across your folds and sucking on your clit, telling you how you're such a spoiled little girl for him.

mean!bf who, despite wanting to keep his apathetic reputation up, is holding you tightly in his arms, whispering how much he loves you as his long, veiny dick continuously bumps against your sweet spot.

suna, eren, nagi, ur fav

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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BOYS ARE STUPID

cw: implied f!reader, mentions of girlhood and teenage insecurity, the girls are gossiping and suna is jealous >:) wc: 2.4k

a/n: so this is technically a suna x reader piece but it kinda turned into something else along the way ??? with that being said, this was truly a blast to write. something about girlhood is so special to me :( so this felt like therapy to be able to bring to life LOL, completely inspired by this cute art of sister!suna and her loser brother

Sometimes, you think Suna just speaks to get a reaction out of you.

A true wild card, you’re never quite sure what nonsense is brewing behind his eyes and atop his tongue. He likes the element of surprise, confusing you with a random fact or flustering you with a lewd remark. You’ve become used to his antics, taking what he gives you and no longer expecting anything less than odd when it comes to him.

Laying on top of his plaid comforter, you can hear muffled insults being thrown through the walls of his bedroom. His tone isn’t seriously angry or upset, but instead laced with a special annoyance that only a younger sibling can pull from their senior.

The bickering abruptly ends as Suna swings his bedroom door open to return to you. Briefly, you spot his younger sister in the hallway behind him—slightly pouting with her arms crossed in defense. She goes to open her mouth once more, but Suna is quick to grab what he can from his desk (an Animal Crossing themed plushie) and throw it her way before slamming the door shut.

You send him a humorous glance, one that silently begs for the details of the quarrel. Your boyfriend reads your interest like a book, before plopping himself in his desk chair with a sigh.

“My sister wants to hang out with you,” he drops casually.

“What? Really?”

Your head immediately lifts from Suna’s pillow in excitement, turning your attention to where he swivels his chair in lazy circles.

“Yup,” he emphasizes the pop of the p through his pursed lips, “said she wants to save you from my cooties, or something stupid.”

Your nose slightly twitches at his big brother-esque explanation—catching your scolding glare, he holds his hands up in innocence, “Her words, not mine.”

You sit on the statement, still puzzled at how the quarrel in the hallway correlates with the information at hand. Seeing your brow still furrowed with confusion, he clarifies, “She also thinks you’re cooler than me.”

You scoff with amusement, “I mean, she’s right about that.”

Suna’s younger sister, a timid but incredibly witty girl, had honestly never expressed too much of an interest in you. It’s not that she didn’t like you, she was just quiet, young. Often reserved and keeping to herself, much like her brother, whose mischievous personality never quite shined through until you’d gotten to know him better.

The mere thought of her insinuating an interest in your friendship has you beaming with an overwhelming excitement.

Nearly jumping from his bed, you sit yourself up against the headboard with an impatient, “Well, what’d you tell her?”

Now, it’s Suna’s turn to scoff, “No, obviously.”

He drags his feet along the navy rug of his room as he swings back and forth in his chair, kicking his legs out before him every now and then. He looks oddly young doing so, like a child ashamed of an incident at school or a puppy who’s just chewed up the couch cushions.

“Rintaro!” your tone spills with frustration. You throw a pillow his way, one he dodges with ease, “Why would you say that? I’d love to take her out!”

“She’s a freak,” he’s quick to retort, voice trailing off as his sentence strings itself along, “and maybe I don’t wanna share you.”

The realization sets in slowly—the shyness you believed to be guilt was actually jealousy. You swear you see a faint blush lingering on his pale cheeks as he holds his tongue between his teeth. The sight soothes the irritation that threatens to flood your response.

“I don’t think that’ll be an issue, Rin,” you do your best to softly reassure his childish thought, “unless you really do have cooties.”

His tongue presses against the inside of his bitten cheek at he sits on his response, “Well if I do, then that sucks for her. Because you definitely have them by now.”

With an amused smile, you extend a grabby hand in his direction, motioning him to join you in his bed. With an immature scowl, he begrudgingly does—slowly standing from his desk and sulking his way over to your embrace.

He slumps his full body weight on top of you, fighting off a chuckle when he hears your stifled groan beneath him. Your fingers find the tuffs of hair that decorate the nape of his neck. He feels himself relax beneath the tender scratch of your nails, before feeling your breath tickle his ear.

“Tell her I’ll take her out to lunch, we can plan a date,” you conclude in a whisper that leaves him little room to argue.

Suna internally pouts at your use of the word date with anyone other than him, let alone his sister. He’s smart enough to know the lack of threat behind it, but he can’t help himself—he’s alarmingly stubborn and incredibly jealous when it comes to you, regardless of whoever it is taking your time away from him.

But still, something about the pleading in your voice and the excitement flashing behind your eyes has him giving in to your command without a fight.

“Fine.”

...

Rintaro’s sister is just like him, practically a lab-created clone of his reserved, yet witty persona.

A part of you would think they were twins if it weren't for her evident childish flair—her zebra print backpack slightly bounces as she walks, the scrunchie that loosely holds her ponytail is wrapped in sequins of purple and blue, her cellphone is decorated with stickers of sleeping farm animals.

Though years younger and barely her own person yet, she embodies a lot of his little quirks. Her eyes squint of the slightest judgement at your choice in restaurant, her mouth permanently resides in a pressed line when it’s not being stuffed with buttered bread, her laughter—though sparse and quiet—is contagiously light and airy.

The lunch is going as well as expected. It’s fine, a few awkward pauses here and there, paired with a few conversations that go a bit farther than anticipated. You find yourself thinking about your thirteen-year old self, if the two of you would’ve been friends who giggle in the cafeteria about silly, nonsensical things.

Her smooth and collected voice interrupts your thoughts.

“What do boys like?” she abruptly inquires between generous gulps of pink lemonade. You watch the rose colored liquid crawl up her straw as she makes a dent in the amount rather quickly.

A bit taken back at the loaded question, you stutter, “What do they like?”

“Yeah, like, I don’t know—” she trails off, suddenly anxious and dismissive compared to her prior attitude, as she tries to find strength in her words, “—is there something that you can do…to make them like you?”

The innocent question breaks your heart, having been a growing and insecure teenager once yourself. You can’t help but ache to know her reasoning for the sudden inquiry, and why on earth she’s asking you of all people for advice on the matter.

Not wanting to belittle her vulnerability, you send a reassuring smile her way. “Why’re you asking me?” bubbles from your throat with a friendliness you hope she finds comfort in.

Her familiar golden eyes bore back at you in judgement once more, before elaborating what she thought to be obvious. Almost as if it physically hurts to explain herself, she does so in a rushed ramble.

“Because you’re cool, and Rintaro really really likes you,” she idly twirls her fork between her fingers to busy her hands, “and if my loser brother managed to score someone like you, then there must be something I can do to get people to like me, too.”

Her blunt delivery makes you laugh, which brings the faintest twitch of a smile to her face. After all, if there’s one thing the Suna siblings have in common, it’s making people laugh with their lack of filter.

You want to reach across the table and offer her a hand—as a sister, a friend, a mentor, anything she’d be willing to accept. You want to grab her by the shoulders and insist that she’s perfect the way she is right now, that she shouldn’t change to please anyone, let alone teenage boys who don’t know their ass from their elbow. You ache to drill into her mind that girlhood is grueling. That it strips you of an innocence you didn’t even realize you had until it’s already gone, leaving nothing but a hollowed core behind.

However, looking across the table at the timid girl, you see a reflection of not only your boyfriend, but of yourself in her uneasy adolescence. With a deep exhale, you decide on the simplest, most poetic terms you can muster.

“Boys are stupid,” you retort with confidence, “and I wish I could say they get smarter as they get older, but I don’t think they do.”

A foreign look flashes across her face, and you're not too sure if it’s one of surprise or disappointment. Either way you go on, taking a small pride in the way her eyes light up with interest at your continuation.

“But just because they’re stupid, doesn’t mean there aren’t a few good ones, too,” you remind her.

Because as you think about a jealous Rintaro sulking in the grey walls of his childhood bedroom, you decide that’s what life and love and boys are—sometimes stupid, sometimes good, sometimes both and somehow neither.

She chews on your words for a few silent moments, thinking them over and playing out their possibilities.

“You should just be yourself,” you conclude when the server passes your table, dropping off a dessert that resembles a middle schooler’s dream concoction. “Boys will like that, or at least the boys who matter will.”

After a few moments of silence and a dessert that’s begging to be devoured now sitting in the center of the table, the younger Suna speaks up.

“Is my brother stupid?” she eyes the plate with a spoon in hand and a hungry, determined look in her eye.

The simple question has you laughing once more, before confirming with a mere nod, “The stupidest.”

...

Suna practically races to the door when he hears your car pull into his driveway.

Trying (and failing) to play it cool, he casually waits by the threshold for the two of you to prance through the entryway. He’s nearly knocked off his feet by what he sees—his little sister, always stoic and snarky, is smiling from ear to ear as she giggles her way inside with you trailing not far behind.

She makes eye contact with her older brother, immediately changing her soft expression to her usual cold and disinterested glare.

Rintaro sees right through her act.

After all, he reacts the same way when he’s caught smiling at your words by the twins. He can’t help but swallow back the realization that, maybe that’s just the infectious effect you have on the Suna family.

You greet him with a grin as you take your shoes off, making your way towards the extended arm raised by his side. He wastes no time in motioning you towards the privacy of his bedroom. You follow his not-so-subtle lead, but not without thanking his sister again for your date today.

As you enter his room with his hand guiding your back, he releases a long-held sigh of relief.

“So, what’d you guys talk about?” he immediately spills over—meant for you, but his sister responds from the hallway before he can fully close the door to his bedroom.

Through the tiny creak, she smirks before howling, “How stupid you are.”

Suna’s quick to swing his door open once more, throwing the nearest item decorating his floor (today, a dirty Inarizaki hoodie) her way before firing back with mockery.

“Ooooh, good one. You should be a comedian.”

His door slams shut before she can retaliate, and the deja vu of the situation has you fighting off a smirk. Suna stares at the wooden panel for a moment before taking a sharp inhale and turning towards you.

The look in his eye completely contradicts his prior expression of annoyance as he beams your way, realizing he didn’t greet you properly in the midst of his anxiousness.

He reaches for your hand and places a sweet kiss on it’s back, “Hi, pretty.”

You return his words with a laugh, “Hi, Rin.”

“How was it?” he asks earnestly this time, all attention devoted to you.

While he may have been jealous of his sister spending time with you, he’s also a bit antsy to hear how it went. He wants to know where you ate, what you talked about, how much money he’s going to venmo you later for the bill (even though he knows your stubborn ass will refuse it).

He wants to know if his sister showed you any embarrassing pictures of him from middle school, or if you told her about the time he tripped down the stairs. He wants to know if the two of you sat in an uncomfortable silence at first, if it eventually faded into a natural conversation of banter and giggles. He wants to know if you’d do it again, if you liked spending time with one of the people who made him the instigator he is today.

After all, you are two very important people in his life—in different ways of course. He loves you every single morning when he wakes up, wants to smother you in every ounce of love he can muster. He wants to strangle his younger sister most of the time, yes, but that doesn't mean it’s not out of love.

With his nerves melting away, he’s more than relieved when your lips stretch into a soft smile.

“It was fun,” you beam with giddy excitement. “She reminds me a lot of you.”

Suna dryly chuckles. “Weird, it’s almost like we’re related,” sarcasm drips through his quick response.

Your hand pulls away from his and finds his arm with a smack, but it feels like a win for Suna when you giggle at this words and let him pull you down onto his bed.

He brushes a few stray hairs from your forehead, “So what’d you guys actually talk about?”

His eyebrows furrow at your sudden expression, one with equal elements of guilt and mischief.

You grin, “Well, I mean, technically she’s not wrong.”

#suna rinatro #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna fic #suna rintaro fic #suna fluff #suna rintaro fluff #suna drabble #suna rintaro drabble #suna imagine #suna rintaro imagine #haikyuu suna #haikyuu x reader

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satantica · 5 months

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asking haikyu boys to wear a maid dress - pt. 2

characters: kuroo tetsurou, suna rintarou, sugawara koushi

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noyasmashing · 16 days

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hellooo, i don't know if you do requests but ive been REALLY wanting to see this fiction come to life:

frat boy suna x nerd reader. they meet at a frat party when reader joins the blunt rotation going on. as things progress, suna enexpectedly gets the best sex he's ever had after being ridden on by the reader for the first time.

me oh my, this idea has me foaming at the mouth, thank you for the request ;3

Dom!reader x Sub! Suna

CW: p in v sex, unprotected sex, smoking and alcohol, degrading (slut is used a lot), cream pie, nudes?? (reader takes a pic of suna at the end)

The bass thumped through the air, mingling with the buzz of voices and laughter. Amidst the lively crowd, you stood slightly out of place, clutching your drink and feeling a bit overwhelmed by the pulsating energy around you. As a dedicated nerd and bookworm, social gatherings like this were definitely outside your comfort zone.

You watched from a distance as a group of slightly familiar college kids passed around a joint, their laughter echoing over the music. One of your many tipsy friends giggled noticing your stare. Firmly gripping your wrist as a smile tugged at her lips, “You want a hit?” She asked playfully, forcing to two of you to the small group gathered by the sofa.

“Heyyy, do you guys mind if we join?” She asked without a hint of nervousness, while you stood there, rather awkwardly.

One of the well known Miya twins immediately began flirting with your friend making you scoff. Looking at the sea of faces, one of the guys, with a mop of dark hair who you could have sworn was on the volleyball team caught your eye.

"Come on, [Name], loosen up and take a puff!" your friend encouraged, nudging you forward. Taking the half-smoked roll into your hand and feeling its warmth, you gently pressed it to your lips and sucked in.

After inhaling deeply, you briefly shut your eyes to savor the drugs effects before reopening them to meet those familiar yellow ones through your lengthy lashes. After passing the joint to the random person next to you, Suna spoke up in his usual monotone voice.

"I haven't seen you around before. You new here?" His eyes held a hint of curiosity as he glanced at you. You shook your head,

"Nah, I'm just don’t see the fun in parties," you replied, a smile forming on your lips, but it's not the usual grin Suna witnesses on the faces of the girls he typically charms. It's the type of smile he recognizes on the court, one that spells trouble.

"I'm Suna. And who might you be, baby?" he introduced himself, switching to his typical flirty voice - the one he reserves for girls. It's a tone that never fails to drive them wild and have them begging for him to fuck them in a matter of seconds.

But you, you couldn’t help rolling your eyes at his rather forward question, tipping your head back to finish off your drink before wandering off, hopefully to find something better to do.

You glanced over to see your friend practically making out with Osamu, already feeling ready to head home since you had plenty of homework to finish. As you put on your jacket and headed towards the door, you suddenly came face to face with the familiar dark-haired boy.

"Ready to leave, baby?" he asked, his well-built figure leaning towards you. You couldn't help but let out a laugh, a faint blush appearing on his handsome face.

"Why would I ever let you near me with that over used, excuse for a dick? I have no interest in dirty, worthless sluts like you."

"What did you just call me?" However, his reply lacked any form of retaliation. In fact, he sounded rather turned on.

You flash that menacing smile once more, leaning in closer so he could catch a whiff of your strawberry perfume. Slowly and deliberately, you repeat your words to him,

"Dirty. Worthless. Slut."

You tried to blame it on the weed, you really did, but you knew one hit couldn't have caused this. You found yourself sitting on his meaty thighs, his sweaty palms gripping your waist tightly.

Your lips crashed against his, his tongue exploring your mouth eagerly. Breaking away for a moment, he panted heavily while you smirked down at him.

"You're such a slut, Rin. Are you really going to hook up with someone you just met?" You scolded seductively. The heat in the room seemed to swell, making the atmosphere even more charged.

Despite your harsh words, Suna's body reacted to your degradation, thrusting up for more friction. He had been with countless women before, he watched squirm on his cock, and it bored him. He wanted something more, you were a challenge he couldn't resist.

You laughed at his pitiful state as he whispered, "I want to fuck you so badly." He couldn’t resist the embarrassment, hiding in the crook of your neck, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Maybe I'll let inside me if you're lucky," you teased, feeling his cock throb against you in response. But he wasn't about to give in so easily.

"Your the one who wanted to sit on top of me!" he argued, pulling away to meet your intense gaze. His brash words causing you to clench around nothing.

"Shut up, slut. Good boys don't speak unless I say so, got it?"

Your hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his baggy jeans. You could feel Suna's hips twitch as your hand brushed over his hard erection through his boxer briefs. He knew he must look pathetic, his cock eager and leaking precum, but he was finally turned on for the first time in awhile, and at the mere words you spoke.

Without even bothering to remove your skirt, you pushed your soaking wet panties to the side, ready to take his aching member inside you.

"Wait," he stammered, looking up at your half-lidded, seductive gaze that intensified his desire. "Don't we need..."

Instead of allowing him to finish, you lowered yourself onto his throbbing shaft, causing him to throw his head back with a moan. You attempted to laugh, but it emerged mostly as heavy pants of pleasure.

"Hmm. I don’t know you would worry about that sort of thing, I’m on birth control." you reassured him, though it diminished him slightly. Despite this, he couldn't help but thrust into you eagerly.

You mocked his helpless state, lifting your hips before swiftly driving them back down, fully engulfing him inside you.

"Aww, my little slut, you're getting excited, aren't you?" you taunted, maintaining your aggressive rhythm, which left his knuckles white and the tops of his ears red. He had never imagined his body would respond so intensely to something so humiliating. Yet here he was, already on the brink of climax.

"Y-yours?" he questioned at the possessive nickname, struggling to hold back his pitiful whines.

"That really does turn you on. I can feel you pulsing inside me," you replied, feeling his cock brushing against your tight walls, eliciting moans from both of you.

You placed your hands on his shoulders firmly, gaining more leverage to bounce up and down rapidly.

His face displayed intense pleasure, with half-lidded eyes, an open mouth filled with drool, staring up at you desperately.

Suna's heart raced so fast that he felt lightheaded. His back arched off the bed as waves of pleasure continued to crash over him.

"Let me come inside you, please. I-I want to fill you up," he desperately begged, his voice cracking with shameless desire.

"Alright, whore, I'll spoil you today, but don't get used to it," you coo’d, coaxing his orgasm out with steady, harsh thrusts that had him moaning loudly, oblivious to the people in the next dorm trying to sleep. He was too far gone to care, the sensation of filling you up while being degraded overwhelming him. Tears threatened to fall from his lashes as he whimpered even more.

You, too, felt the coil of pleasure unwind as you rode his trembling cock, releasing sharp grunts atop him.

You let him stay inside you as he recovered from the intense pleasure that overwhelmed him. Quickly you reached for his phone on the bedside table while his eyes remained closed, unaware of your actions. But the flash of his camera made those pretty eyes snap open in surprise as you captured a breathtaking photo of the scene before you.

“Send that to me, kay?”

Maybe parties weren't so bad after all, especially when they ended like this.

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noirflms · 8 months

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୧ ˚₊ YOUR HAND LOOKS HEAVY, CAN I HOLD IT FOR YOU? — suna rintarou

you realise that the fox eyed silent volleyball player is just a big doofus and utterly bad at flirting ( because he turns nervous when he sees you. )

suna rintarou is a bad at flirting, but that is something he has not yet realised, nor have his friends told him of his bad skills, they enjoy the way he flirts – lazily even – for they get to tease him later, trouble him with the same certain antics he troubles the other. it is atsumu miya to say the least who has videos of his weird flirty encounters, but all had gone quite good according to what most think of it.

but to atsumu, he knows girls turn putty when suna looks at them — it’s his face that makes girls fall for him, not his stupid words. they blush when they hear him speak, but it is just the lidded gaze of his, the smirk on his face that does the magic, not his words, that is until miya atsumu had finally caught one of suna rintarou’s failures on cam.

“your hand looks heavy? can i hold it for you?”

your dreamy eyes blink at him, confusion present in them for you certainly didn’t understand this way of flirting. suna has his usual smirk on, but it only bemuses you further into the whole of bewilderment and nothing more. you currently have books in your hands, so you muster up to think, he’s asking about the books you were holding — they certainly were quite heavy to hold.

and in the next second that is what you do, putting a bunch of books in his hand with a soft smile — it’s genuine to say the least — setting them right into his hand that is held out to you. but this time it only baffles the fox eyed male, as you shift the books from your hands to his.

“thank you for the help, they were quite heavy! please leave them at the teacher’s desk!” you cheerily speak before waving at him and walking away to the group of giggling girls, as you ask them ‘what’, which is laced with confusion but they shake their heads and guide you away, laughing that is, while suna watches with wide eyes, as miya atsumu cackles like a hyena in the background.

since that moment, he had made his mission to get your flustered, but it only ends up with you blinking your eyes up at him, saying something he takes light years to comprehend and walking away. it gets the boys laughing when they catch him talking to you, only for his plans to fail. his words start to get jumbled with time the more he goes out of his way to talk to you.

suna rintarou never in a million years had ever been nervous to talk or flirt, yet when your eyes set their gaze upon him, he feels his hands start to sweat, heart begins to race like a formula one race car, his minds starts playing the theme of mario kart unknowingly, and his eyes, oh his eyes, become hearts and he begins to melt in his place at the very sight of you.

it was later into the times you have encountered him, you had realised the words he spoke to you, and a light switches on in your head — suna rintarou was trying his utter hardest to flirt with you. you are suddenly overcome with the many rejections that he was faced with by you, and your eyes widen in embarrassment, this was utter humiliation of yours at this point.

“what do you mean?” your voice is one laced with bewilderment, you eyes your laughing group of friends, they have their heads thrown back as they have broken into complete laughter at your inability to understand the concept of flirting. “guys! this is embarrassing!” you look at them with a pout but that doesn’t stop the group from laughing.

“he was trying to flirt with you, [n/n]!” and you are found to be in utter distraught at their words, you gulp, internally screaming at the encounters that had taken place the past few weeks, all ending with you rejecting his flirty words, even though you do not why was he so adamant of flirting with you.

now you find yourself face to face with the fox eyed boy — you also got to know he is part of the volleyball team of your school — his face sparkles with determination this time and yours with understanding, it takes him aback, while you await for him to say anything and suddenly with one utter innocent blink from you, he is nervous again, sweat rolls down his temple as he swallows hard at the mere sight of you.

and he utters once again, “your hand looks heavy? can i hold it for you?” his voice cracking a bit in the end as he clears his throat looking away, cheeks heated with embarrassment, but his ears perk up at the sound of your soft laughter, your eyes sparkled as they looked at him flustered.

“yes, you can hold it for me!” you say between the laughter and the breath suna had been holding is suddenly released, a soft smile on his face as he reaches out his hand for you to take, and you slide yours in his smiling gently. it is a cause for celebration that breaks out among the boys who had been watching him from behind the lockers.

and in suna’s mind, he has finally beaten the ‘bitchless’ allegations that he was marred with by his seniors — it was just aran and akagi.

it’s been years since that moment had passed, you are now working, while your dear boyfriend went pro, you stayed by his side, even when time was less, you liked to support him, make him reach out for his dreams, after all that is what two partners are together for, and he does the same for you, expect his habit of speaking up pick-up line has not still changed yet.

those lines had always put you to realise that this man was not at all good at flirting, he was utterly bad at it, and you had put it out for him to hear a dozen of times, and it only gets you to break into boisterous laughter, whenever your bring him to notice that he is really, really bad at flirting.

but you like it, you like him being cheesy at times, you like that he hasn’t changed an ounce since then, but not has his habit of turning utter mess when you gaze him, and you know it, and it becomes so easy to tease him.

suna is a bad flirt, and atsumu has proof of that 🤭

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dabiekql · 1 year

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HQ Suna - Winning Y/N Over (Fluff)

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Imagine when y/n was trying to taking a nap during their lunch break and someone kept playing with her hands, interrupting her sleep. Thinking it was one of her friends fooling around with her, she just grabbed the hand and fell back to sleep.

After few minutes, she was woken up by the bell ring, indicating the end of lunch. When she opened her eyes, her eyes almost popped out from shock at who she was holding hands with as she felt heat flooding all over her face.

Suna Rintaro

He was playing on his phone while letting his left hand on y/n's grip. While y/n was frozen on the spot, Suna put his phone away and smiled at her. "Did you sleep well?"

Y/n couldn't find her voice, so she just nodded her head as she quickly let go of his hand. The moment she did so, Suna looked like he missed the feeling of her hands already. But he continued to smile as he fixed her messy hair, causing y/n's face to redden into a deeper shade. Suna smirked at her expression before going back to his seat, leaving y/n all flustered. When her seatmate saw her face, she asked if she was alright that all she could do was nod her head.

Ever since that interaction, y/n couldn't help but get conscious of Suna that she kept glancing at him. At one point, her eyes met with Suna's that she jumped slightly as her eyes widened. Suna smirked at her and mouthed, 'Cute.' Her face turned red once again and she unconsciously slammed her head on her desk, creating a loud sound.

"Are you okay, y/n?" When her teacher asked, y/n franticly apologized, so the teacher just nodded his head before going back to the topic. Y/n sighed in relief before glancing at Suna once again and saw him chuckling silently.

When school has ended, y/n tried to leave the classroom in haste, but her wrist got caught by Suna. "Why are you in a rush?"

Y/n quickly thought of an excuse. "U-Uh... I just wanted to go home..."

"Can I walk you home?"

"V-Volleyball! Do you not have volleyball?" Y/n quickly remembered that he was part of a volleyball club.

"We don't have practice today," Suna smiled. "So? Can I walk you home then?"

From the sight of his smile, she nodded her head unconsciously that they ended up walking home together. Throughout their way home, there were no words being exchanged between them. But y/n glanced at him time to time wondering what might he want from her.

They continued to walk in silence until Suna held her hand. Y/n flinched in shock and looked at him with wide eyes. Suna had a smile that could make anyone fall in love with him as he said, "I just missed the feeling of your hand."

Her face doesn't seem to have time to calm down as her face was red as a tomato for the countless of time today. "B-But..."

"Do you not like it?" Suna asked with a slight tilt of his head that y/n shook her head timidly. "Then you like me?"

Y/n became flustered as she stared at Suna, trying to process his words. "Wh-Wha...?" When Suna continued to look at her with a smile, she nodded her head as she avoided eye contact with him.

At her nod, Suna tightened his grip. "I like you, too, so you are mine now right?"

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blissfullyrhea · 1 year

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For the First time 18+ short blurb

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Everytime you had sex… it was weird.

Not because neither you or the party were clueless but because you would get to the point where you couldn’t feel… anything. Your cunt would be sopping wet to the point that your partners weren’t doing anything for you. Sex wasn’t really fun.

Well… not until you met him.

It’s kind of taboo to talk about sex with friends you’re not comfortable with, some cultures and people find sex talk in general too intimate. But when you and him started talking, becoming closer, it became normal banter for him to talk about his one night stands and experiences and you doing the same or listening and willingly criticizing anything cringey he’d bring up.

You were open about how you were with sex… how it was so hyped up that when you finally had it it was almost regretful… how you would get so soaking wet, dripping that you couldn’t even feel your partner and we’re left unsatisfied cause of course you wouldn’t say anything.

That’s when it snapped.

That’s when he took you out for lunch and you never went back to work, but straight to his house to “get something”

However, you didn’t expect getting something to turn into you, pushed over the back of his couch with his cock sliding into your tight cunt at such an angle that you were in tears, trying to push his thighs back. You could feel his cock in your cervix, hitting so fucking hard that it hurt to the point of pleasure. The feeling was so foreign to you. To have a man force you to ride his cock until you were dripping around him. His hips moved at such a pace that when you felt yourself cumming, screaming his name, you were forced into another orgasm right after. His nasty grunts and moans of filthy words missing you entirely by how stupid his cock was making you. Your legs shaking on their own, barely able to keep you up. It was only after he filled your crying cunt that he kissed your neck, murmuring how he’d make sure you knew the feeling of a real man every night. His strong hands rubbing your waist as he stayed there, warm in your cunt. “T’s not that hard to make your pretty pussy cum, baby, you were just wasting time with the wrong guys.” It was safe to say that you finished that day off with several more positions making you cry and cream and a boyfriend who you were definitely marrying by this time next year.

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sunasstxrz · 2 months

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more boyfie suna!

tw//suggestive and slight toxic masculinity (suna doesn’t like being called cute or when you call another man cute)

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rintarousgirl · 10 months

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first time boyfriend suna is like ...

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first time boyfriend suna would be stuttering and sweating when you introduce him to your parents. he would try his hardest to be respectful and use the proper "yes/no ma'am/sir". he was scared to let his tongue slip like it did with his own family, and he made sure to flatter them best he could.

first time boyfriend suna would bring flowers to every date. whether it be a bouquet he bought or some flowers he picked from his front yard. he read that flowers were a must, and you were a romantic he always tried his hardest to please.

first time boyfriend suna is scared to touch you too intimately. he will kiss and hug you, but his hands hover lightly over your hips as if he's waiting for you to push him away.

first time boyfriend suna loves holding hands because it's an easy way to keep physical contact in a crowded space.

first time boyfriend suna feels awkward in your house. he's scared to even ask for a glass of water, and will only sit when asked to.

first time boyfriend suna takes you on late night drives with the windows down, radio blasting, fast food on your laps.

first time boyfriend suna buys you a bracelet for every anniversary, and at this point you have bracelets going up to your elbow.

first time boyfriend suna lets you chill in his room while he plays video games with osamu. sometimes he'll teach you how, but most times you prefer to watch.

first time boyfriend suna is the first to say i love you. he writes you a sweet card stating his affections and watches quietly as you read. by the time youre finished reading his cheeks are flushed pink and his eyes are downcast. "i love you," he says softly.

first time boyfriend suna leaves his hoodies in your room or in your car, knowing you'll pick them up and wear them without thinking.

first time boyfriend suna loves when you play with his hair. he'll let you put whatever products in it and mess with it as much as you want as long as you touch it.

first time boyfriend suna always texts you as soon as he gets home, no matter how long ago he saw you.

first time boyfriend suna will always be stunned by your beauty. when he cant think of anything to say about your looks, his default is calling you pretty.

first time boyfriend suna loves when you send him pictures. whether they're bad or good, he saves them all to your specific album in his camera roll.

first time boyfriend suna loves the rings you got him, and only takes them off for vb games.

first time boyfriend suna doesn't get jealous easily, unless you're talking to atsumu. atsumu's always flirting with you and telling jokes that just get him all riled up.

first time boyfriend suna loves you so much, and wishes to spend the rest of his life with you. he couldn't imagine himself with anybody else and hopes he doesn't have to.

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