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rishiguro · 25 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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izunx · 10 months

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3:37 AM

Suna was not happy at all. He would have appreciated being in bed at this time with his soon to be wife but those plans had to be paused because his soon to be wife happened to get wasted at a party.

“You’re so fine” You wail in the passenger seat, thrashing around.

“Is that so,” He huffs and swats your clammy prying hands away from his freshly washed soft hair.

“You kinda look like my fiancé”

“Is your fiancé handsome?”

You giggle and throw your head into your hands as you kick your feet, “He’s really really handsome, sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky.”

To say Suna was amused was an understatement, but who got you so drunk you didn’t have the capability to recognise anyone? Your friends called him a little too late for his liking but he trusted you to stay safe partying until dawn. It’d be a long time before you’re allowed out to party again.

“Yeah? What’s your favourite part about him?”

“It’s hard to say,” you sat there in your seat thinking long and hard, “his humour, hair, smile, clothes, nose, lips…”

You were looking at him with a smug smile on your face as Suna pulled up to his parking space. He too had a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Why don’t you kiss him right now?” He handed you a water bottle to help you come back to being sober and clearing your head.

“You should bring me to him” You were lazy in your smile now as you leaned in closer to him, examining his facial features.

“And if he’s already here?”

“Don’t lie to me mister!”

“But I’m your fiancé Mrs”

“Really?” You gawked up at him, “no wonder you were so handsome, there couldn’t be someone on my husband’s level”

He smirked, “You’d be surprised knowing we boutta kiss right now,”

You crashed your lips into his and immediately and hung your arms over his shoulder. It was slow and long, filled with love and unnamed passion. It was like your lips were carved for his as they moved in sync and he savoured it all. He loved you a lot.

“Why don’t we get you to bed now love?” You giggled at the name.

“Yeah, it’s past your bed time”

“Oh? My bed time?” He says, opening the door to the passenger seat and lifting you to your feet, he had an arm around you as you both made your way to the house.

You were beginning to doze off but you didn’t want to just yet, “what’s your favourite part about me rin?”

He was taken aback, he didn’t expect you to hold out for that long.

“There’s no answer to that when every part of you is my favourite” He pecks your cheek and unlocks the door to the house and you exploded then and there.

“I love you, Rinatrou”

“I love you too”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fanfiction #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rinatrou oneshot #anime x reader #haikyuu suna

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chaoticallyfragmentary · 4 months

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New Year's eve with Haikyuu!

Apparently it's been 2 years since this blog and now that I am back, here's a little something for anybody who's been waiting ❤️❤️

New Year’s eve with Suna Rinatrou would be the rock against your bedroom window in the dead of the night, with that silly little grin on his face, hand outstretched with your helmet as he fakes shivering on his bike, streetlights passing by so quickly like white lines against the black sky, stealing food from your takeout box even though he’s got his, the sound of the ocean as you sit back to his chest wrapped up in his jacket, his calloused hand loosely intwined with yours as you watch the fireworks across the night sky. It was feeling his mouth shape around the words Happy new year, and it was searching your face with an unmasked hope that makes you ache because Happy new year meant a promise and an oath, all in one and as you lean back into him hiding your face in his neck, heart jumping to your throat because how could you hide the want and devotion and love in your bones and you mouth the words back to him, happy new year. It was just a moment of peace followed by your angry growls crashing amidst the sound of the sea because RINTAROU!! Delete that fucking picture or you’re dead!

New Year’s eve with Atsumu was the parties with the rest of the Japanese national team, the five star hotels and the dressed to the nines. It was dancing your hearts out, Hinata and Bokuto singing so off key, it was a miracle you guys weren’t kicked out yet. It was his hands wandering your body as you move to the music like you’re made of it, flushing pink, color blooming up your neck and across your cheeks, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head as you casually chat with Iwaizumi. It was the happy humming sound he makes whenever you feed him one of the appetizers that you liked, sneaking away minutes before the countdown because he wanted it to be just the two of you, drunk on champagne bubbles and the feel of your hands intertwined, his smile so beautiful it would make all the dead lovers of the world jealous. It was him kissing you, unhurried and intoxicating, teeth tugging your bottom lip as he leaned more heavily against you, his hands around your waist and yours in his hair, Oikawa whistling and Iwaizumi shutting him up from somewhere because he be like that. It was just your ‘Tsumu looking at you with an earnest sincerity that only he is capable of, a gaze so soft that it made you ache with joy. It was the teasing and the laughter, the warmth of home in the air because you were with Miya Atsumu and he was out there, a little bit drunk as he talks to Bokuto about how you were the peanut butter to his jelly and you had never been happier.

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #suna rintarō #suna headcanons #suna x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu headcanons #miya atsumu x reader #hq suna #hq atsumu #hq fluff #happy new year #haikyuu fluff #atsumu fluff #suna fluff

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heich0e · 4 months

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suna reaction when he walks in on you crying at woowoo

"hey did you know that jupiter is twice as big as—oh."

you don't look up when suna walks into the room, but you can picture him even without turning in his direction. the way his steps had shuffled in means he's probably got the fluffy red slippers your mother bought you both on his feet, the way there's sound playing from a video that suddenly stops in the middle of a sentence means he's probably got his phone in his hand, the way his voice lilts up at the end of his sentence means his eyebrows are probably raised in that way that you always tell him is going to cause wrinkles.

"whatcha doing?" rintarou asks, drawing the words out hesitantly—as though he almost doesn't wanna know the answer.

"setting up the roomba," you reply, but your voice is unnaturally thick. you scrub the back of your hand across your eyes and it comes away wet with tears.

"are you having a hard time?" he asks next, and you can hear him shuffle a bit closer.

you're sitting cross legged on your living room floor with the little robot vacuum cradled between your pajama-clad thighs, your hands resting gently over top of it.

"no," you warble again.

"uh," rinatrou falters, "why're you crying then?"

you finally look up at him, your lower lip wobbling.

"look how cute it is," you cry, picking the little vacuum up and holding it aloft for him to see.

suna's eyes flicker from your tearstained face to the vacuum, and then back again. that wrinkle on his forehead makes itself known.

"it's... a vacuum."

"it's a ROBOT vacuum, rintarou," you correct him pointedly. "like the mars rover... or wall-e!"

"wall-e is a cartoon," he notes.

"you're so heartless," you whine, cradling the circular appliance to your chest as though to comfort it. "this is our wall-e. he's going to help us clean our house. he works hard and is so little."

"you named it, didn't you?" rintarou is making no effort to hide his amusement now, his smile plain in his voice.

"his name is... woowoo."

"woowoo?" suna repeats.

"yeah," you rub your eyes again. "my sister couldn't pronounce her Rs when she was little so she would have called it a woomba. a wobot wacuum. so... woowoo."

"you're hopeless," rintarou laughs, plopping himself down behind you on the floor, with his chest to your back and one long leg stretched out on either side of yours. he leans his head against yours, reaching up to take the vacuum from your hands and survey it.

you lean back into him slightly, even though he's being mean.

"so... woowoo, huh?" rintarou asks. "y'know, most couples would get emotional naming a dog. or a baby."

"you're not even nice to our vacuum, there's no way you're getting a baby," you mutter resentfully.

"hey," he laughs, nudging his cheek against yours. he turns the vacuum over as he examines it. "so how does it work?"

"he," you correct him firmly.

"alright, how does he work?" rintarou asks through another laugh.

you shrug. "i dunno. i started crying before i got through the instruction manual."

#liv got mail #ltr

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nana7nana777 · 4 months

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✍︎︎Request list✍︎︎

I take requests for (gladly with prompts) :

Fandoms:

PJO/HoO

Harry Potter

Jujutsu Kaisen

Tokyo Revengers

Blue Lock (am currently watching so I will have to see how I will manage that)

Attack on Titan (am also not completely finished with the anime)

Avatar the last airbender

Haikyuu

Characters (I preferably would like to write about):

Regulus Black

Percy Jackson

Leo Valdez

Megumi Fushiguro

Yuji Itadori

Toge Inumaki

Yuta Okkotsu

Choso Kamo

Manjiro “Mikey” Sano

Chifuyu Matsuno

Mitsuya Takashi

Inui Seisho

Rin Itoshi

Nagi Seishiro

Eren Yeager

Levi Ackerman

Zuko

Tobio Kageyama

Rinatrou Suna

I’m an open-minded person, so feel free to leave any suggestions and requests, these are just my preferences. (No matter whether it’s mxf, mxm, fxf, or x nonbinary)

But keep in mind that me taking your requests and actually writing them depends on what mood I’m in and whether I like the request or not:)

Nana’s rules link:

#request #request list #writing #aot #jjk #bllk #harry potter #pjo hoo #avatar the last airbender #tokyo revengers #nana’s request list

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keisurin · 3 years

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boyfriend's mom's wedding dress

-suna rintarou x FEM!reader

rin's mom loves you, so much so she wants you to be the girl he marries. "yn-chan!! come here, look at what i have!" his mom exclaims jumping with a big box in her hands.

you were laying on rin's chest on his bed so you quickly peeped your head up. "what's that?" suna sits up with you.

"something for yn, rintarou, get out your room, yn needs to wear something, let her change here," she smugly says. "needs to?" you chuckle confused and look at your boyfriend who's squinting his eyes yet still following his moms orders.

you get up to take the box, "put it on, ill be in the living room i really wanna see it on you," his mom smiles and closes the door.

you still confused of what the box contains, you slowly open it and you feel chills go down your spine. "huh?" you say to yourself.

the dress slips on, almost too perfectly. you check yourself in the mirror laughing at yourself, for some reason it felt wrong wearing such a delicate piece, a wedding dress, specifically your boyfriend's mom's wedding dress. it was white, very fancy like something you'd find in a fairytale with the lace, diamonds and silk. rin's mom was wild.

you stepped out of rin's room dragging yourself through the hall and down the stairs leading you to the living room and all of a sudden, all eyes were on you.

you covered your face with your two hands embarrassed at the situation, "this feels so wrong," you spoke. "yn you look beautiful!" his mom skipped to you fixing the frills and such.

"i was gonna buy you a temporary wedding dress, but i don't really have the money for it but anyways we compromise, oi rintarou, look at her i'm preparing you two for your special day," she speaks quickly excited seeing you in her dress. she had a lot in mind for the two of you, if she could she'd start a fan page.

you were speechless and so was another one in the room. "taro?" you hummed. he'd been staring at you without knowing himself, just so lost in your beauty. finally snapping out of it he blinks twice and looks at you. your hair was slightly messy since you both were cuddling, your face was bare and yet non of that mattered, you were beautiful as it is.

rintarou comprehending what his mother said, the implying on marriage he scratches his shoulder, "mom, we're not even 18 yet."

"nOt even 18, oKay, yn hold on can i get you some jewelry to put on, just to tie it together?," rin's mom mocks him then places her hand on your shoulders. "yea, go ahead dress me up," you giggled as she runs to her room.

you looked rintarou who was stealing peeks at you but would quickly look back at his phone. you walked to him and hugged him from his back, "why are you so quiet now, just now you were screaming that one minecraft song."

he turns his head to face you. you were about to add on to the tease but his eyes locked into yours. placing a kiss on your lips he then rests his forehead on yours, "why're you so pretty?"

you frozen and flustered from his actions, he pulls you onto him to hug.

you hugs back and sit down beside him. he ruffles the fabric before giving you that sweet look on his face that always made you feel so weak. "wanna see the photos i took of you?" he unlocks his phone smirking. "you took pictures?" you raised one eyebrow at him unimpressed.

"duh, taking a photo of good moments makes it last longer," he intertwines his fingers with your and kisses it.

you both knew how to show your love. you both may be sarcastic machines but the intimate actions showed it all.

a/n: KYA hi luvs! okay idk how i feel about this writing but i trying to get into the groove again- and i will get better °^°9

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mrskurono · 3 years

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I see Suna being nonchalant about acts of service and being perceptive of your needs. Like he’s the one to leave a plate of chopped fruit or a drink on your desk while you work, he doesn’t make a noise except a kiss to your head. Another headcannon, is that Suna’s an expert at taking sneaky candid pictures and makes a scrapbook.

The scrapbook idea!!! I think a lot of people forget the Haikyuu men and women are technically 90′s babies and bruh we were use to having tangible photos. Of course Suna prints these suckers off.

Suna has an incredibly still hand so even the shakiest of photos taken on an old Motorola come out incredibly clear. He likes taking photos and he likes having some place to put them (got really excited the first time you got him a digital picture frame that runs the continual loops) But Suna still gets the one he loves the most printed. Photo albums mean so much too him bc he likes to look back and remember things. His phone is a quick fix when he’s feeling homesick on away games. But nothing beats coming back home to you and just flipping through pages of photos you don’t even know when or how he took. Suna doesn’t live in the past or anything he just values so much of what’s happened to bring him where he is that he doesn’t want to forget it all.

#weak for my suna baby ;;--;;#hes so quiet about it like you dont know what hes doing until suddenly hes plopped down next to you #with an album he dug outta the closet #pointing at graduation pictures #the twins fighting #you smiling at something you dont even remember #pictures of you make suna feel at home and thats why he cant live without snapping some of you #three.talks #anon #hq!!#suna rinatrou #suna rintarou x reader

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aitarose · 2 years

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Heey!! Can I request hc with Suna?

Both sfw and nsfw please!!

Have a lovely day/night :)

VALENTINE’S DAY WITH SUNA.

PAIRING. suna rintarou x afab!reader GENRE. established relationship, fluff, smut (under the cut), oral sex (reader recieving), vaginal sex, fingering (reader recieving), overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, choking A/N. hi! i’m so excited for valentine’s day to come up, and relationship fluff during the holiday is the absolute dream - so here’s thirsty suna as your boyfriend!

SFW VALENTINE’S DAY. how he makes it special

would not be openly excited for the holiday season. once february comes rolling around, he’d acknowledge your passion for valentine’s day celebrations, but wouldn’t be beaming with joy over the chocolates and flower bouquets like some boyfriends would.

however, he’d take mental notes on your likes and dislikes throughout your relationship - knowing that eventually, he’d need to remember the things that you love in order to give you the most romantic valentine’s day he possibly could.

let’s say you mentioned that daisies were your favorite flower in november - he’d have ordered the most expensive bouquet from your favorite flower shop to be delivered to your work place with no questions asked. he wants to make you smile as much as possible on the fourteenth.

considering he’s a more private person, he wouldn’t make a restaurant reservation or have some sort of grand gesture - he doesn’t need to do those things to show that he loves you. he simply wants to spend time with you.

as soon as you get home, he has dinner on the table. he ordered your favorite meal of onigiri from osamu’s restaurant - with extra add ons from the chef, of course. there’s a bottle of red wine and your most expensive glasses at your seat, as well as some soft music playing on the stereo. as much as he likes to deny it, he’s a romantic.

throughout the meal, he holds you hand - squeezing it at random intervals along with the beat of the songs - and his eyes glow with love at the sight of your overjoyed expressions.

once you’ve finished your meal, the two of you sit side-by-side on the sofa. his left arm drapes over your shoulder whilst you rest your head on his own - and he gives you full control over whatever rom-com you want to watch.

the two of you eventually get distracted in each other, of course. the movie is long forgotten as the night rages on - and his lips meet yours in the softest kiss you’ve ever been blessed to share with him - perhaps it’s now your favorite of the many.

NSFW NIGHT. how he makes you feel special

his hands roam your body, feeling your curves with a sensual touch. he’s always the more silent one when it comes to your intimate moments - so when you let out a loud moan, he laughs lightly and captures your lips in a rougher kiss.

somehow, you manage to make it to the bedroom. you’re not sure if he carried you, or if you stumbled through the hallway with your intertwined limbs. what you did know, was that his mouth hadn’t left yours in the short amount of time.

he strips you of your clothes slowly, taking his time with each garment and pressing soft kisses on the newly exposed skin. your entire body flushes red with embarrassment - but he thinks it’s adorable. he never gets tired of how flustered you become at his touch.

once he reaches your panties, he hooks a finger in the waistband and helps you step out of their constraints. his mouth meets your core and the sigh of relief you exhale is deafening when the feeling of his wet tongue touches your most intimate parts.

he makes out with your cunt as if he’ll die if he stops. the passion he holds is something that you’ve never felt from him before. it’s sloppy and messy, you can even feel your wetness dripping down his chin, but that doesn’t stop him in the slightest.

when you reach your first high of the night, he doesn’t move a muscle. his tongue remains laying on your sensitive parts and swallows every ounce of cum that you let out. he collects the remaining drops on his fingertips, standing up from the side of the bed and sucking on them for you to see.

in an instant, his underwear are thrown across the room and he’s rolling a condom onto his cock. the tip prods at your entrance - tapping twice before pushing in. the feeling of him inching inside of you, slowly by the second, brings tears to the corners of your eyes. it’s so intimate, so romantic, that you can’t help but get emotional.

he notices your crying and begins to kiss your tears away. he slowly thrusts in time with his kisses, penetrating you as deeply as he possibly can. his balls meet your ass with every thrust - the squelching sounds of your cunt meeting his hips makes it all the more passionate.

you cum once again, screaming with pleasure as his finger begin to play with your clit throughout your high. there’s a smirk on his face as he stares at your dripping core. perhaps it was the sight of your red thighs or running mascara - but a switch flips in his brain. suddenly all of the gentleness is gone.

his large palm makes contact with your throat as his left hand rips off the condom, throwing it into the trash bin near your bedside table - and he thrusts into you with no warning. you arch your back, but he holds you down by the neck - making sure not to squeeze too tight. he’d never want to actually hurt you.

as you make eye contact, staring deeply into his focused lust-filled irises, you’re suddenly aware of how long the night really is. his thrusts have the adrenaline of a man on ecstasy. he’s high on the drug that is you, addicted and yearning for more and more. he was planning on making you cum as many times as possible.

"happy valentine’s day.” he grunts out, gaze focused on your tight cunt swallowing his cock. his stamina could last for hours, he was never one to cum quickly - and you realize that this was going to be a night that you’d never forget.

AITAROSE ✿ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!

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odxrilove · 3 years

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#.genre:: fluff

#.wc:: 2060

#.dori's notes:: suna brainrot <3 this got out of hand!! also the bold text are links to photos!!

in highschool (before you became a professional player) ::

you met suna in your first year of high school. You were part of the girls volleyball team and after your team and you practiced outside, you were assigned to fill the water bottles and on your way to the sinks, you bumped into suna.

you made awkward small talk before you had to go back to practice and he looked at you until you disappeared behind the doors because he had a feeling he knew you from somewhere.

atsumu was the first one to actually approach you because he heard that you were part of the top ten best female middle blockers and he wanted to seduce you with setter skills.

suna definitely took a liking to you when you turned to tsumu, brows furrowed in confusion and let out a "who are you?"

you definitely knew who he was. you just wanted to mess with him

tsumu's face literraly went from 😏 to 😶 to 😞

poor guy was devasted and pouting for the rest of the day

you bonded after suna’s team watched one of your games and he was amazed by your skills

because you are both middle blockers atsumu def teased you, saying things like "you guys would be such a power couple" or "you should get together so you guys can practice together" without knowing that you guys were already together for 2 whole months, everybody knew except atsumu.

you never miss one of each other games.

whenever you watch him play, you are always so proud and amazed and it’s honestly so cute because everyone can see how you’re looking at rin with heart eyes.

I just know that whenever you want to go shopping for volleyball related stuff (shoes, kneecaps, volleyballs…) suna will always go with you, even if you didn’t know he would come along

like you would be opening your front door and he would scare the shit out of you because he’s waiting for you right on your doorstep and if you ask him what he’s doing here, he will reply with “i heard we were going shopping” like sir ?? how do you even know ??

for your two month anniversary, you made matching bracelets that have your nicknames on them with a diy friendship bracelet set his sister gave you and he only takes it off for volleyball, resulting in it breaking multiple times and you had to remake them or else rin was very sad :((

definitely helps you clean the gym after practice because it’s one of the only moments at school where you guys are left alone so you take that time to talk about your day and hold each other lovingly after you’re done cleaning.

you practice a lot together and he would act as your trainer just to be close to you. like he would walk up to you, wrap an arm around your waist and tell you to take a better posture, not letting go off your waist when you stand up straight.

rin’s just taking every opportunity to touch you because he’s just a big touch starved dork :))

after highschool (when you became a professional player) ::

right after you graduated, you were offered a full scholarship to play in division 1 and suna was the first one to know, literally. you had ran to his house in the middle of the night to tell him and at the mention of the words “scholarship” and “division one”, he was wide awake.

you definitely cried and suna shed a few tears of pride. the rest of the night was spent by suna praising you for countless hours and you thanking him for all his support and telling him that you would have never been able to achieve your dream if he wasn’t there by your side.

you would have to do long distance relationship since you’ll have to move to osaka to play w/ ur team and he to nagano but you would facetime, call and text daily and whenever you could, you would see each other and spend the weekend together.

whenever one of you needs to take the train to go back home, suna will slip your favourite snacks in your bag, alongside some sticky notes with cringy encouragement quotes and a few of his sweatshirts, t-shirts and old volleyball jersey.

because you are doing long distance, it would be really hard to be present at each other games, so you always ask one of ur teammates to film the game for you so u could send it to suna

one time however, you had an unexpected free weekend and was able to take the train to nagano just in time to see one of suna’s most important games. you were able to get in because suna always gave you extra tickets to his games, even if you couldn’t attend them.

rin was so nervous because the pressure was really too much but when he saw you in the stands, smiling excitedly at him with thumbs up, his face lit up and he was a little more relaxed knowing that you were there for him, to congratulate him or comfort him in case they lost

[spoiler] they won

each time you would visit each other, you would show him around the city and bring him to all your favourite places and vice versa. apparently, it’s very cute because there have been a few old people compliment your relationship.

I think that suna would prefer to keep your relationship private. of course, your friends and teammates know about it but you’ve never officially confirmed it to the public. suna would sometimes hint on social media about being in a relationship but never revealed your face or any distinguish features.

one day, late at night, rin was whining about how much he missed you and that he really wanted you to come see him and he was waiting for you to tease him or laugh but instead you said "we can arrange that. do you have enough place for me to move in or do you want to search for something a bit bigger?"

he thought you were joking [spoiler] you were dead serious

"what?" "because if you want something new, i did some researh and found a good apartment that is close to the train station, a few grocery stores and the gym-" "what?" "what what?" "but- how,,why?" (poor boy is stuttering) "didn't i tell you? i accepted an offer to play for the [insert cool team name here to look badass], so i'm moving to nagano"

its silent for like four whole minutes until he throws a "i'm coming to see you" and hangs up. he's standing in front of your apartment five hours later.

very nice experience. recommend 10/10

you move in together in a nice, cozy apartment with view on a park :))

one time, fans saw suna at the store buying pads and everybody went crazy because 1) there is a high chance suna has a gf and 2) suna bought pads and 3) suna is that type of bf

after the pads-incident, a lot of (overbearing) fans have been trying to find out who his girlfriend was and began following him to the point where he had to post a message about it, stating that he was allowed to have some privacy and that yes, he has a gf.

the message was followed by a photo of suna cuddling in bed and holding onto a girl's waist- you. the post went viral and once again fans went crazy because the photo was cut so that you couldn't see who the mysterious girl was.

after a long month of practice, suna had finally a free day so you took naps all day and only left your home at 2am to buy jellysticks at the small grocery store. your lovey dovey moment was interupted when someone took a video of you two and posted it online.

you were def pissed when your relationship became public because it was nice to be out of the spotlights.

you still had a statement to make so you posted a photo of suna, standing in the kitchen and making you green tea, bare back and muscles on display. post went viral and everyone thirsted.

suna would post photos of you at every occasion like he would post a video of you where you're eating ramen and the caption would be "happy yn's-first-time-being-able-to-reach-the-top-shelf-anniversary" or "happy yn's-first-time-buying-dog-food-anniversary"

rin brags about you to everyone. at every gathering, whether it is a party with his teammates from ejp or an official meeting with his superiors or sponsors, he always has his phone out, showing everybody photos of you or the latest news article mentioning you.

brings you to every dinner, sports event or party. he just loves to have you by his side and show you off to anyone who's willing to listen.

"did you meet my girlfriend already? her name is yn ln, you probably know her, she's much more popular than me" "did you see yn ln's last game? she was amazing wasn't she?" "look at how good my girlfriend looks, red really suits her, don't you think?"

has a photo of you sleeping and wearing his ejp jersey as his lockscreen.

for valentine's day, you gave him a blanket with a collage of you, him and (surprisingly good) photos you took of him during some of his games.

you always, ALWAYS wear his jersey when you watch one of his games

before each game, you will walk up to where he's sitting in the stands (almost always in the front rows) so that he can bandage your fingers and vice versa.

sometimes when you're moving too much and he can't bandage your fingers properly, he will grab the back of your thighs and bring you closer to him until you're sitting on his tigh, completly still.

every night, you will do some skin care routine but on your hands.

SPECIAL HANDSHAKES BEFORE EACH GAME SPECIAL HANDSHAKES BEFORE EACH GAME SPECIAL HANDSHAKES BEFORE EACH GAME

suna definitly grabs your hands before a game and compares it to his before slowly interwining your fingers together whenever he's leaning on the plastic separation thingy between the court and the stands.

sends his best smiles to the cameras whenever they film any of your interactions. it's like he flirts with the camera lens and sending a wink their way.

also, whenever you're nervous before a game, he will grab your face between his big cold hands to cool you down and whisper praises and encouragements.

SUNA HAS COLD HANDS EXCEPT AFTER HOLDING YOUR HANDS BECAUSE YOUR HANDS ARE WARM AND I STAND BY THAT

a knee wayz

when suna was asked to play for the japan men's national volleyball team, he felt really bad because he didn't want to leave you alone for such a long time so he found it very difficult to tell you about it.

suna's probably holding his tears back while he tries to explain the situation to you

"i- i got accepted to play for the national team. i'll have to move to tokyo." "me too" "what?" "i also got accepted to play for the national team, the woman's to be exact." "and yoU DIDN'T THINK OF TELLING ME ABOUT IT EARLIER??"

you will rent a loft in tokyo and move there until the olympics are over.

when the press and fans found out before the official statements that the both of you are going to play on the national teams, they are ecstatic.

you and suna already were a power couple but now you got numerous magazines asking you both to pose for their cover, numerous sports brands asking you to be models for their new clothing lines and numerous celebrities asking you to attend their galas, charity events or parties.

in summary, you guys are living the dream and nobody will ever get over the fact that you guys are together because you two are just so damn perfect!!

all work belongs to @odxrilove. please do not copy or steal my work.

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imo-chan-imagines · 3 years

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Responding to 'Come and fuck me, baby ❤ Oh, but I haven't shaved my 😺' | Haikyuu x Reader Fake Texts

☆ Inarizaki ☆

Characters: Kita Shinsuke, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Ojiro Aran, Riseki Heisuke

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), 18+, mature fluff, mature crack, implied smut, strong sexual references, talking about shaving private parts lmao, spoilers for some characters' careers in the manga, relationship, fake texts

⚠️ ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO BE 18 OR OVER ⚠️

A/N: Only one more part left! It'll be a conglomeration of several other characters from different teams that I wanted to make this for. For instance, Sakusa, Aone, Futakuchi, etc.

A big thank you to @hotaruaizawa, @rileystebbs, and @code-error-707 for blowing up my notifications last week. As always, please check out the other parts, maybe my masterlist too. Thanks! Enjoy ♡

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eskaluminous · 3 years

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Talk it Out || Suna Rintarou

You really, really like Suna’s voice.

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x Female Reader

Words: 1461

NSFW ⚠︎︎

You loved Suna’s voice. It wasn’t even, necessarily, the words so much as the sound. The timbre, pitch, and tone.

No doubt that was partly due to how infrequently he used it. He wasn’t one to engage in small talk, taciturn even with those he knew well. He spoke when he had something to say, period. Which made it all the more powerful when he did speak.

Then there was the specific sort of gentleness which crept into his voice whenever he addressed you. Where he was brusque with everyone else, he was... softer, with you. It made your stomach flutter with all that it implied, your skin more sensitive when you dropped into the low almost-whisper he seemed to favor when you two were alone.

When he and Osamu argued, his voice would turn firm and implacable, confidence dripping from every syllable, and that’s when you loved it most. Your private, dirty little secret was how much you liked to imagine Suna speaking to you like that. Not angry or dismissive, but... taking control and whispering naughty things, sexy things, in a tone that denied any refusal, it had become a near nightly fantasy.

You were so far gone that, now, it was practically a trigger. So much so, it was a wonder he hadn’t noticed your reaction. Your newfound tendency to shiver, body arching and twisting on its own, forcing you to stretch in the middle of conversations as a cover. Or the way your pulse would speed up, your breath catching as he spoke.

Atsumu, on the other hand, had at least picked up on your attraction, teasing you in a whisper about needing new panties. Luckily—thank God for small favors—Atsumu hadn’t elected to tease you while Suna was actually present.

With a call of goodnight, Osamu and the others headed out, leaving you alone with Suna as you closed up. “You can go home,” you said over your shoulder, as you finished sweeping the floor. “You don’t have to wait for me.”

“You sure you don’t need anything?”

He and Osamu had argued for almost half an hour about the reposition for the next volleyball game. After listening to his calm, demanding utterances, you were thoroughly wound up, and your throat tightened against the urge to whimper or moan in response to his deep, slightly husky voice asking if you needed him. “I’m sure. I’ll be headed home in a few minutes myself.” Pretending to be busy wiping the table down one last time, you waited until you heard the door click shut before slumping against the counter.

“You’re going to kill me, Rintarou,” you murmured under your breath. Between his looks and his attentiveness and that voice... It made you wish you could be a little less reticent, a little more open. Instead, you were too shy to act on your feelings. “Damn it, but Atsumu’s right, Rintarou. I need new panties after I talk to you.”

Lifting the mass of your hair off your neck and fanning yourself with the other hand, you froze when you heard the distinctive sound of the deadbolt turning on the main door. As your heartbeat sped up, you berated yourself for assuming he’d left. Of course he hadn’t; not when he was so solicitous with you, not when you’d said you’d only be another minute. Turning reluctantly, you found Suna leaning against the solid panel, arms folded in front of him.

“You’ve been keeping secrets from me, Y/N.” Voice smooth as velvet, with just a hint of rebuke in his tone, the words prompted an involuntary tremor, your back arching. Tilting his head, that too observant gaze assessed you, piecing together your reactions and words, coming to a conclusion that his eyes flaring a bright grayish-yellow.

In seconds, it felt like he knew everything going on in your head. Flushed and suddenly hot all over, you swallowed, wrapping your arms around yourself as you looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “Rintarou... I...”

Pacing slowly across the space that separated you two, he braced his hands on the table on either side of you, leaning in until his breath teased the shell of your left ear. “Do you like my voice, Y/N? Does the sound of it make you wet? Are you worked up, aching and empty, right now?”

Low and heated, his whisper had you catching your breath, the needy pulse between your legs intensifying.

“Tell me.” He nuzzled your throat, his lips and nose their only points of contact. “When you’re needy and wanting, what do you do? Do you imagine me talking you through it? Whispering how beautiful you are, how much I want you?” An open-mouthed kiss, the soft swirl of his tongue in the crook where neck met shoulder, made you shiver. “When you fantasize, am I demanding? am I sweet?”

Shaking your head, you fought to find your voice, finally managing a faint whisper: “Both.”

Mouth still pressed to your throat, he smiled. “What else do you imagine? Am I possessive?” Dropping kisses between questions, he worked his way up to your ear, grazed the tender spot behind it with his teeth. “Do I tell you you’re mine? That your pussy is mine, moist and hot and aching for me and me alone?”

Couched in that same calm, controlled tone you were so fixated on, his questions provoked another full-body shudder. In your fantasies he’d never been quite so raw or so blunt.

So effective.

“Tell me, Y/N. What do I say? Do I promise to take you? Fill you?”

Core clenching, you were unable to stop a small, needy whimper from escaping. Reaching out, slim fingers found purchase in the worn knit of his shirt.

Suna wasn’t finished, his voice in your ear sultry and relentless. “When you touch yourself, do you pretend it’s me? My fingers between your legs, circling your clit?”

The soft rumble of his voice vibrated through you, somehow centered right there, and you closed your eyes as your hips rolled, taking up a rhythm of their own accord. You were surrounded by his solid presence, the heat from his body and yet he still hadn’t touched you. Holding his hands and his body separate, if only by inches, even as his knee kept your legs open, preventing your thighs from rubbing or clenching together in search of relief. “Rintarou!”

“Or do you imagine it’s my mouth there, soft and warm and gently sucking? Do you like my tongue against your clit?”

You’d never imagined anything of the sort, but as soon as he said it you wanted it. Needed it. Moaning, you fisted your hands tighter against the need to touch yourself.

“Do I take you hard and fast, Y/N? Is that how you imagine it? My cock filling you, thrusting deep inside to soothe an ache you can’t reach?”

Oh, please. Please. “Yes!”

“Or do I make you wait for it? Taking you up to the edge and stopping, easing off only to do it again and again before finally pushing you over?”

The thought alone was unbearable. “No!”

He chuckled, straightening and pulling back just enough to see your face. “Are you sure?” His lips brushed yours, the kiss too soft, too quick to satisfy. “I don’t love you for hours, spoiling you with pleasure?”

Your opened eyes glassy with arousal, your irises thin bands and pupils blown wide. Your body was touchpaper, tinder ready to combust, and his voice the spark that would set you alight. “Please.”

Kissing you a second time, he let his lips skim across your cheek to your ear. “Are you close, Y/N?” Your response was a keening sob of his name. “Then let go. Come for me.”

The soft yet implacable command turned you inside out. Whimpering, gasping, you did as he said, the rush of pleasure small but all the more intense for the lack of touch. Collapsing bonelessly against him when your legs gave out, you sighed as–finally–he folded you in his arms.

“We’re not finished, Y/N,” he murmured, hands rubbing soothing circles over your back. “As soon as you can walk, we’re finding the nearest available bed so I can do all of the things you’ve fantasized, plus some you apparently haven’t.” Hand curving around your throat, his thumb tilted your chin until your eyes met, his hooded, yours wide. “It’s going to be a long night.

I don't know what I'm doing. *hides*

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rishiguro · 1 year

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BUSY THINKING ABOUT SOON TO BE DAD!SUNA

a/n: sims 4 infants man…

warnings: pregnant!reader

dad!suna

soon to be dad!suna who is so excited about being a dad that he religiously shoves the picture of your first ultrasound into his friends‘ faces.

soon to be dad!suna who is even clingier than he was before, insisting to always be by your side (to the point where you have to usher him out of the bathroom to get some peace).

soon to be dad!suna who loves to tease you about your cravings, but doesn’t hesitate to go out and grab anything you want during any point of the day (or night)

soon to be dad!suna who still pokes fun at you when you complain about your swollen feet, yet in the same breath he tells you that he‘ll give you a foot rub.

soon to be dad!suna who gets very protective in public now — always right by your side with his arm around your waist, pulling you closely against him.

soon to be dad!suna who believes in all the old wives tales about whether your baby is a boy or a girl and will not back down (not even after what your obgyn told you).

soon to be dad!suna who already plans what kind of matching outfits he‘ll wear with his child.

soon to be dad!suna who does a full blown maternity shoot by himself once you‘re nearing the third trimester.

soon to be dad!suna who sometimes lies awake at night, anxious about your future as a family, doubting if he’s going to be a good father after all.

soon to be dad!suna who confides in you after you noticed him spacing out while you were shopping for some decorations for the nursery, telling you about all the doubts in his mind.

soon to be dad!suna who loves to just lie down with you on the couch, fingers absentmindedly drawing little shapes on your stomach until he jolts after feeling the baby kick against his palm.

soon to be dad!suna who always loved to nap with you, but now he can’t get enough of it; spooning you with his hands on your swollen belly.

soon to be dad!suna who whenever you‘re already asleep loves to talk to your baby, putting his hands on your belly because he swears that your child can feel it.

soon to be dad!suna who is elated that his dream of having a family with you is finally becoming reality.

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sweetdreamlandstuff · 2 years

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Haikyu men thinking of you while masturbating - Part 2

NSFW / Minors don't interact / female reader

Summary: This is the second part for timeskip Suna, Iwaizumi and Kuroo. Hope you like it and let me know what you think :)

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4

Rintarou Suna

He feels them on his body again; these eyes. They are fixed on him as he gets out of the swimming pool, he practically feels them burning on him. Suna turns his head into your direction and you stare right back at him, peeking over your book. Your eyes widen in surprise as you realize that you’ve just been caught staring. You quickly avert your gaze, moving your book to shield your face from his gaze. He tries to keep his expression blank, but he can’t help a small, cocky smile tugging at his lips at your cute reaction.

He makes his way to his chair, which is placed just a few meters away from yours. And if you were the one staring before, it’s now his turn. You continue reading, or maybe you’re just pretending to, he's not sure. Suna observes you, his green eyes hungry. This isn’t the first time he has ogled you since you were laying there. But this time, he is shameless.

His narrow eyes are trained on your face as he watches you nibble on your bottom lip, a slight frown painted on your face. Your lips look so plush and soft. His gaze drops lower, noticing the way a single droplet of water runs down your chest, along your exposed cleavage. He notices your beautiful tummy, your gorgeous waist, your pretty legs. Your body is wet and slippery. He wonders how soft your skin would feel against his palms, as his hands smooth over your curves.

And as Rinatrou watches you, warmth spreads through his body. He gazes at your delicate hands holding your book. He is curious as to what else they can do. How would they feel tangled in his hair, holding onto him as you would pull him closer? How would your lips feel on his, kissing him, tasting each other?

He wants to tease you by biting your bottom lip softly, just like you do now. Fuck, he can’t seem to get his eyes away from you. He’s full on staring, imagining things, vast lewd scenarios. Suna swallows hard, his mouth is getting dry.

Then you turn your head, catching his eyes. Suna is completely caught off guard. He sure as hell wasn’t prepared for locking eyes with you. Suddenly, he is painfully aware of his heart pounding against his chest, fast and hard. And then a small smile spreads across your face, your eyes glinting with amusement. Oh my god.

He isn’t capable of returning your smile, he just peers at you. You’re truly breathtaking. He keeps on staring right into your captivating eyes.

Fuck, why does he feel so hot all of a sudden? He was just cooling off in the water. After a few seconds, which feel like lifetimes for Rintarou, you turn your head back, concentrating on your book. And he does the same, staring ahead of him. But he doesn’t even perceive what is going on around him.

He just notices arousal cursing through his body, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything other than you. But he ignores you sternly. And then it dawns on him, that his usual cool exterior can’t be hold up anymore. Not when he feels blood rushing down to his cock.

Suna quickly gets up, taking long strides to the changing rooms. Fuck, this really can’t be happening right now. Well, now he isn’t that cocky anymore.

He quickly shuts the door of the changing room behind him. He leans against the door, letting out a deep breath. His eyes travel down his body. Yeah, that’s bad. His dick is now full on straining against his trunks. He rubs his hand over his face, pushing his wet hair back. He has to take care of that. Now. Luckily the room is empty, so it’s now or never.

Rintarou sighs as he tugs his trunks down. His cock springs free, right into his hand, urging to get a release. Some strands of his brown hair hang into his field of vision, as he watches his fist dragging up and down his shaft. He can already see pre-cum leaking from his slit. Did you bewitch him or something?

He drags his thumb over his slit, spreading his cum. He throws his head back, a quiet grunt falling from his lips. Suna imagines you being here with him. He sees your body next to him, wet and slippery as his hands would slide up your sides, grabbing your ass, your thighs, your breasts. Your wet hair framing your face beautifully, as your eyes look at him pleadingly.

These fucking eyes. What could he discover in them, when you have your lips wrapped around his fingers, your tongue dancing around his fingertips. His other fingers buried deep in your pussy, thrusting into you painfully slow. “Messy girl” he breathes, as he imagines your arousal dripping down his hand. Suna is so wrapped up in his fantasy, the thought of someone trying to enter the room doesn’t even cross his mind. The faint possibility of it only heightens his lust.

Rintarou visualizes sinking his thick dick into your soaking hole, fucking you against the door, your thighs wrapped around his waist. Such a filthy girl, having sex in a public changing room. He suppresses a groan falling from his parted mouth, as his pace increases. He imagines you sucking his fingers again, desperately trying to muffle your whimpers and moans from spilling.

He pumps faster into his swollen tip, his hips bucking, thrusting into his fist. After a few thrust his orgasm washes over him. He cums with a staggered groan, his cum shooting out of him as he imagines cumming deep inside of you, as you clench around him, milking him dry.

Suna still pants heavily as he snaps out of his daze. He comes back into the here and now, realizing what just happened. Fuck, this might be the fastest time he has ever managed to cum.

Hajime Iwaizumi

And there you are again; Tuesday evening, as usual. Iwaizumi would lie to himself if he said he didn’t wait for you. He actually picked up a habit; going to the gym when he guesses you will be there as well.

He has seen you a few times, always looking stunning. He tries his best not to stare; there are already enough men staring at you without him. But he can’t help himself, his eyes automatically searching for you.

Today, you’re wearing tight leggings and a skimpy sports bra. Shit; it will be hard for him to concentrate on his training.

Hajime tries to ignore you, continuing his training. He lifts his weighs, does his pull-ups and deadlifts. But between every of his sets his gaze flickers to you. He tries to look respectfully. But when you start doing squats, he doesn’t know if he still looks respectfully.

His eyes are fixed on your figure as you dip down. Your ass. He really has no words. Iwaizumi can’t help wondering how it would look bare, without the bothering excuse of pants.

He reaches for his water bottle, his eyes still fixed on your form. He gulps down water, some dripping down his chin, staining his shirt. He doesn’t even notice, his gaze now trailing over your features. It doesn’t matter how many times he looks at you; your eyes still take his breath away. They are bright and beautiful. And - oh my god - they stare right back at him. He meets your piercing gaze. Shit, when did you turn your head!?

He nearly chokes on his water. Iwaizumi feels his cheeks burning, his chest tightening. Fuck. He lowers the bottle from his lips in slow-motion. This is so embarrassing. Wait - are you laughing at him? Uhm… yes. You are.

You are … smiling at him? He feels his chest warming up. Your smile is so sweet. He tries his best to return it, but he isn’t sure if any of his face muscles obey his will. And then it’s over. You turn your head again and concentrate on your work-out. Iwaizumi gives his best to follow your example, but now he is all over the place. Shit. What did you do to him?

A frown is painted on his face for the rest of his workout. He doesn’t dare to look at you anymore. When he is finished, he heads straight to the changing room. And that is when his eyes catch you again. But this time you’re behind the large glass window, in one of the class rooms. Is this - You’re attending a yoga class? His eyes goes wide. This is new. And he likes it. No. He loves it.

Hajime stands on the edge of the window, your back turned to him. He is sure he is safely hidden from your sight. And it seems that you are totally wrapped up in your practice, that you wouldn’t notice anything. At least that is what he tells himself because his eyes can’t seem to leave your figure.

His gaze lingers on you, far, far too long. He drinks up every move of yours. How you bend and flow, your body twisting in every possible position. Wow. You’re quite flexible, Iwaizumi notes. This thought alone makes his mouth run dry. He knows it’s creepy, but the rational part of his brain has shut off since you flashed him your sweet smile. Your skin is painted with a sheen layer of sweat, making your skin glow.

With every passing minute the tension in his body rises, but Hajime can’t seem to get away. He feels heat traveling down to his cock, but instead of trying to leave he just stands there, glued to the spot, continuing to watch you. Only when he hears footsteps approaching behind him, he snaps out of it and gets going.

His hurried footsteps take him to the changing room. He can feel his erection straining against his trousers. He presses the heels of his palms against his eyes and curses silently to himself. Fuck. He isn’t a teenager anymore, why is he standing here with a raging erection? Why is this happening, now of all times? Luckily, the other men in the changing room don’t seem to notice.

Iwaizumi lets out a deep sigh. He has to do something about that. Now. He quickly moves towards the bathroom, closing the door of the bathroom stall behind him.

He tugs his pants and his boxer down in one pull. His cock springs free, throbbing to get his release. He lifts the hem of his shirt, biting down onto it, because he knows; he will have trouble to stay silent. Especially, when the images of you keep flooding his mind. He knows he can’t function, if he doesn’t spill them out of him. So he spits into his hand, gripping his thick dick tightly. He starts dragging his hand along the length of his cock, his half-lidded eyes fixed on his doing. But his mind is fixed on something else.

Hajime sees you, sticking up your ass, arching your back. Sweat dripping down your chest. He can’t help wondering how your beautiful ass would feel in his hand. Kneading it, spanking it, seeing waves ripple on it as he pounds into you from behind.

His other hand steadies him on the wall of the bathroom stall as he accelerate his pace, his biceps flexing. He imagines having his way with you in his bed; bending you into every form and position he pleases. The way your pussy would feel around him, as he would thrust into you. How you would pant and whimper when he fills you up.

His hand continues dragging along the length of his dick. His shirt luckily muffles the whimper escaping his mouth, when his thumb drags along his slit, feeling pre-cum slick against his finger.

Iwaizumi wonders how well you would take him, how tight your walls would wrap around him. How loud would you cry when he makes you cream around his cock? He can only imagine the sinful sounds falling from your lips, the lewd noise of your soaking pussy filling up his room.

The grip on his cock becomes stronger, his bicep flexes as he pumps faster. His other hand on the wall holds tighter, his head dipping low as his half-lidded eyes fixate on his fist.

He watches his hand stroking up and down his cock, concentrating on his sensitive tip. Iwaizumi imagines your ass in front of him, as he cums with a muffled groan. His hips jerk into his fist, as his hot cum shoots out of him, staining his hand and dripping down onto the floor as he pants heavily.

Oh how he wishes he could paint your ass with his spent instead. But what he longs even more for, is a private workout session. He’s sure he could make it worth your while.

Tetsurou Kuroo

“Shit” Kuroo mutters under his breath. A deep sigh slips from his lips as he drags his hand over his face. He looks at the time on his computer screen; it’s already a few minutes past midnight. And he still has so much work to do.

He would argue that this isn’t entirely his fault. Well, it is. But you’re also at fault. Because no matter how hard Tetsurou tries to concentrate, his mind always wanders back to you. This isn’t a new occurrence for him. But this time, he can’t seem to banish you from his mind. Because today, for the first time, he didn’t have to stare at you from afar, like he usually does. Today, after lusting over you since you started working with him, you were alone with him for a few minutes. Alone, right next to him in his office.

And when Tetsurou thinks about that moment, he is sure, he won’t be able to finish his work without getting these thoughts of you out of his head. He takes a deep breath, loosening his tie and tilting his head back against the chair. No. No, he really shouldn’t do this. A part of him knows it’s wrong, he shouldn’t think about a colleague in such a way.

Normally, Kuroo wouldn’t entertain such thoughts about a coworker. But it’s you. With you, oh with you, it’s different. For you, he would break any rule. He feels his blood run hot, lust cursing through his weary body. It’s already so late, his mind dull from working the whole day.

So he succumbs, his hand palming his already hardened dick through his pants. He hisses quietly and he swears, he can still smell your scent lingering in his office. Kuroo takes another deep breath and recalls earlier today.

The way you came into his office, your high heels clicking on the floor. Your beautiful long legs in your black tights. Fuck, this image alone could make him cum on the spot.

He knows it has no use trying to stop here. Not when he can practically still feel you being here in the room with him.

Kuroo opens his pants, pulling down his boxers, revealing his hard and throbbing dick. He takes his cock into his hand, stroking lazily up and down. He supposes the whole building is empty, so he doesn’t bother to suppress his low groan. His half-lidded eyes are trained on the spot where you stood earlier.

He sees you standing there again, in your tight skirt. The way you hunched over to show him something on his computer screen. He could appreciate your features from up close; your striking eyes looking at him questionably, if he understood everything. The way you moved a piece of hair over your shoulder.

His hand picks up the pace slightly, as his eyes drift shut. He could have taken you right then and there. His large hands grabbing you, pulling up your skirt, feeling on you. He could rip your tights apart, revealing your panties to him. Or maybe you’re wearing stockings underneath. At this thought alone, his impatient hand speeds up the pace; pumping hurriedly into his swollen tip.

Bending you over his desk, sinking into you, noticing how wet you are for him. And he knows - he just knows - that you like that; the possibility of people hearing you as he pounds into you.

And he just imagines the pretty sounds he could elicit your plush lips. Sweet moans and whimpers falling on his ears, as he does you so good, making you feel so satisfied. “Make some noise for me” Kuroo mutters, his hand squeezing harder around his throbbing cock, as more and more sinful pictures come into his mind.

Your ass jiggling with every thrust of his, your wrists wrapped in his tie, your back arched for him. His fist squeezes his cock tighter, his strokes getting faster.

And he just envisions how it’s not his hand but your pussy around him, spasming and fluttering around his pulsing length. A few deep groans fall from Kuroo’s parted lips as he feels his orgasm nearing. He focuses on his swollen tip until he cums hard with a low groan. His hips jerk shallowly, his thighs tensing, as his hot cum drips down his balls and onto his hand.

Oh, what he would give to see his cum dripping down your thighs instead, staining your stockings white.

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heich0e · 1 month

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another suna wip pls!!!!!!!

[my instinct was to say no but instead i'll post this opening to one of his WIPs and not elaborate on it EVER]

you hope suna rinatrou drops dead.

preferably immediately.

though, ideally, it would not be in your dorm room with your underwear wrapped around his cock.

#liv got mail #>:(#WIP #mdni

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kkusuka · 3 years

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ass, boob, or thigh? and all the reasons why!

but with most of the Japanese national team <3

this is just my opinion!! based solely on ✨vibes✨

i typed that at 3:46 in the morning and i think it’s too funny to redo

Ushijima Wakatoshi

𒊹︎Ass man 𒊹︎

⟾ big hands= need for butt

he’s made a small habit of slapping your ass as you walked by him. he honestly has no idea how it started but it has something to do with how his hand bounces back after hitting your flesh. just like a volleyball- the sting feels great. that’s also the reason why hit fucks you form the back so often; easy access

Bokuto Koutaro

𓅓Thigh man 𓅓

⟾ he’s the guy that asks if you could crush his head like a watermelon.

honestly if Bokuto had things his way, he would have to go to practice every morning and he would just lay in bed with you all day. and he hates when he has to get up when you’re still asleep, no good morning kisses or sleepy comments, its the worst. so he decided that you have to be awake and what better way to do that then lick orgasm after orgasm form between your thighs.

Korai Hoshiumi

❦Boob man❦

⟾ he steals you bras so he can see them

needless to say, you shouldn't run down stairs while he around, his eyes will never meet yours. not to mention he’ll buy you dresses and shirts with low cuts and tight latex. they’re just so perfect to him, no matter the size- all titties are pretty

Tobio Kageyama

♔Boob man ♔

⟾ a sucker for mommy milkers

you have no idea what kind of therapy your boobs are for him. he’s angry: he’ll suck on them until they’re raw. he’s tired: nuzzle his face between them until all he can think about is the softness on his face. nevermind all the times he gropes them to make sure they’re the ‘same size’

Shoyo Hinata

✰Thigh man ✰

⟾ face sitting champion

nothing compares to the feeling of you sitting on his face. thighs pressed around his head, pussy on mouth, he feels sky high. he loves when you’re close to cumming and your thighs squeez tighter around his face and he has to hold onto your hip to keep you in place.

Atsumu Miya

༄Can’t choose༄

⟾ whore

why would he need to choose anyway? there’s no point if he can just enjoy them all. bites all over your thighs, hickeys on your boobs, and hand marks on your ass. all perfection that should never be pinned against the other

Aran Ojiro

ꕥHip man ꕥ

⟾ he likes too run his hands along your sides

it’s just something he can’t stop, he has to grab your waist and fuck you onto his cock. and he cant not leave hand shaped bruises on your hips every time he takes you. he has to hold onto you somehow and it just makes sense.

Kiyoomi Sakusa

☽Thigh man ☽

⟾ grabby grabby

he’s the kind of guy who hold onto your thighs when you sit next to him. or when he’s balls deep in you, fucking into you like a madman, his hands are gripping your thighs for the life of him, effectively keeping you in the perfect mating press for him.

Suna Rinatrou

⚠︎︎ Thigh man/ boob man ⚠︎︎

⟾ anything that’s soft and he can lay his head on will automatically be his favorite.

he’s big on laying around just being near you, and what better place to lay than on your tits, 10/10 experience every time he goes. or between your thighs, where he can plop his face onto your stomach and live his best life. he really doesn’t care at all.

tags: @diamond-3 @rinsangel @heyheyitsne @angelalje @monisi @crystal-lilac @sadpotato10

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