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strawberrykake · 2 years

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⁂ Ignoring ur bf prank ⁂

warnings: mildly suggestive (Semi’s)

—Suna, Tsukishima, Semi

🍪 sad little fox 🍪

“Hey, babe, can you—”

“What was that? You need some help?” You walk to your friend who’s in the kitchen making cookies

Your boyfriend, Suna decided not to pry with you and your best friend’s quality time

but from here and there he would make subtle appearances

“Those cookies smell really nice, guys.” You and your friend look at each other’s cookies, ignoring him.

He doesn’t catch on until he asks you a question, waiting for a response

“Babe, where’s my collared shirt?” When you don’t answer, he continues. “The one with the navy designs on it?”

“[Y/N]!! Look! I made a heart shaped cookie!” Your friend calls to you, assisting you in this little charade

“What the fuck…” he mutters.

He walks over to you.

Sits on the stool in the kitchen across from you.

He basically stares you down.

You try your best to ignore his presence, sweating a little from anxiousness

As tensions begin to rise, your friend couldn’t hold in her laughter so you bursted out laughing, too.

“What’s so funny?” Suna asked, looking between you both, eyes squinting out of suspicion.

“Isn’t this cookie so funny?” You point at a random cookie on the plate that you and your friend made.

She laughed so hard she had to leave the room.

Your words make Suna roll his eyes

They’re definitely ignoring me on purpose, he thinks to himself.

As you were trying to contain yourself since you were now alone, Suna suddenly appears next to you.

“Whatcha laughing about, huh?” he wraps his arms around you.

He lays his chin on your shoulder.

“Are you ignoring me?”

You hear his voice soften and that makes you succumb.

“I’m just pranking you.” You turn around facing him and cupping his cheeks.

“You shoulda seen your face!” You place kisses on his cheeks before placing one sweetly on his lips.

He pouts. “No more of this. I hate it.” He looks down to your lips again.

“Aw, of course. No more, I won’t do it anymore.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

The very next day he plays this same prank on you

“You hypocrite!” is what you told him before he broke down laughing and apologizes with multiple kisses

You immediately forgive him, though

It was hard to stay mad at him when he’s smiling so much

☕ petty af ☕

You told yamaguchi about your grand plan and he agreed to take part in it

As your tall blonde bf sits on the living room couch reading a book, you walk to the kitchen where Yamaguchi is making tea but just for you both

“Mm, that tea looks good, Tadashi,” you say a little louder than usual, hoping that Tsukishima can weigh in on the conversation from the other side of the room.

“Yep, I added a spoonful of honey just the way you like it,” Yamaguchi smiles, winking as a secret message.

“Remember, don’t put sugar in mi-” Tsukki shouts from the living room but is interrupted by you continuing the conversation.

“Did you know some people add lemon or milk to their tea? Or like, no sugar at all. Can you believe that?” You say, stifling a laugh.

Yamaguchi, himself is laughing with a hand covering his mouth to silence the noises he’s making

Just when you hear footsteps approaching, you both fix your postures and grab your mugs of tea to cover your smiles

“Didn’t you guys hear me? Wait…” Tsukki’s eyes scan the counter looking for a third mug. “Where’s my tea?” He asks.

Yamaguchi was the expert out of all of you in making tea and would always insist on making them for everyone

But today, he singled out a person (by your request)

“Yamaguchi?” He asks, arms folded over his chest.

The green-haired guy lowers his eyes, pretending to not notice Tsukki’s presence

Tsukki looks over to you.

And you take one big sip of the nicely made tea.

“Mm! Tadashi, you never fail to amaze me with your tea-making skills!” you say after a swallow.

“Oh, you flatter me.” Yamaguchi smiles.

“Okay, you guys. What’s going on?” Tsukki says tapping his feet. His head turns to you, specifically. “Are you mad?” He places a hand on the table.

“I wish Yacchan was here. If only she wasn’t busy with her project, we’d finally give her this mug that she’s always liked,” you say, turning around to grab a pink floral mug from a top shelf

Tsukki uses his height to his advantage, grabbing the mug before you could

Shocked, you turn around with your mouth agape

“Ha! Caught your attention now, didn’t I?” He smirks.

You didn’t want to lose so you pretend to see a ghost instead.

“Tadashi?” you ask, putting a hand over your mouth.

“Yeah?” Yamaguchi slowly looks between you and your bf

“Why is the mug floating?” You say, with a fake shaky voice.

“Oh, cmon! Really?” Tsukki makes a “tsk” sound, arms falling to his sides in defeat. “Whatever, I’m gonna go mind my business.” He walks off, sulking.

“[Y/N], he’s definitely grumpy now. Only you can fix it, though,” Yamaguchi whispers to you.

You laugh silently before going over to your bf who sits in the same spot on the couch he was reading in

He had his arms crossed, eyes closed and brows furrowed in annoyance.

Feeling a but guilty, you creep up behind the couch and drop your arms around his shoulders, giving him a huge kiss on the cheek.

“Kei~” you say cutely. “I’m sorry~”

“No, you’re annoying,” he responds, cheeks getting pink from your closeness.

“I promise to make it up to you?” He turns to you batting your eyelashes.

Your bf grunts, not answering.

“That’s fair,” you say, giggling before placing another kiss into his neck.

“Tea with no sugar! Freshly made for Tsukki!” Yamaguchi shouts, bringing the requested tea.

At first, Tsukki looks away, pretending to not want the tea

But after a short while of you and Yamaguchi having a conversation, Tsukki slowly takes the mug

casually slipping himself into the conversation, making you both smile out of content

♟ welp he tried ♟

You, shirabu, Goshiki, and Tendou are playing scrabble waiting for your bf to arrive to the group gathering

But before he did, you had told everyone of your grand plan to prank him

Tendou thought it was a lame prank but still wanted to contribute

“I will take your ‘mental’ and make ‘fundamentally’!” Tendou shouts as your boyfriend, Semi finally enters the room.

Every bone in your body wanted to jump up and into his arms and greet him with the biggest kiss.

But you had a plan.

“Hey, guys!” He chirps, plopping his bag down on the couch. “What’re you guys up to?”

No one answers, pretending to be immersed in the game.

“Shirabu, it’s your turn,” Tendou comments, his hand on his chin.

“Oh, right,” The setter answers, looking through his set of letters.

“Wow, you guys are really into it, huh?” Semi wonders aloud, making his way to your side of the table.

“Hey,” he greets you, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

Uh oh, here we go…

This is probably how he finds out

You blatantly ignore him, leaning over the board, and pretending to read the other set of words.

“[Y/N]?” he tries to get your attention, feeling a little suspicious. He tests something out.

“Tendou? Shirabu! Guys?” He tries calling to the others, who only continue playing.

“I made the word ‘turn’ to ‘turning’!” shouts Goshiki and you give him a high-five, praising the prideful boy.

“Okay, real funny,” your ignored lover says, scoffing and getting up to sit by himself on the couch.

“I see how it is,” Semi grabs his phone and earbuds. “Two can play at that game.” He closes his eyes and sighs.

*ignores you back*

The other guys turn to you, wondering what to do next.

You mouth to them “just keep going”

Not even five minutes in, Semi unplugs his earbuds from his ears and rushes back to your side

and hugs you

“I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t” he mutters into your neck. “Please, [y/n].” He has no shame in showing this side to his buddies

How could he, when he misses you already?

The other guys quietly watch your actions, wondering what you will do next

“Eita,” you bring a hand up to comb through your bf’s hair, sighing in defeat. “I miss you, too. I don’t even know how I lasted that long!” you exclaim, hugging him back.

It makes everyone sigh out of relief, not wanting to continue this charade

Semi holds you close as he looks back at the others.

“I forgive [y/n], but you guys…” he keeps a stern look on his face. “No.”

“Hey!” Shirabu exclaims. “This was all [y/n]’s idea!” He points a finger at you, making you scowl at him.

snitch

“It’s true.” Tendou nods, a grin appearing on his face as he admires how cute you two were.

Semi turns to you, eyes wide in surprise.

“Yep,” you say, popping the ‘p’.

“You are so going to pay for this,” he mutters, only for you to hear, making you giggle as you lean forward to kiss him.

“Okay, guys, get a room,” Shirabu groans.

And Semi pulls you up as he stands. “Alright, we will.” Then takes you to the isolated room up the stairs to make up for lost time.

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furuyalover · 2 years

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“you wanna see the minions movie?”

— ft. rintarou suna

includes: fem!reader & my lack of proofreading

AN: my first hq drabble & ofc it’s suna. but heres just a lil sum that i made in between matchups as a breath of fresh air i suppose. ANYWAYS i rlly wanna do more hq stuff so send me hq or just any requests in general here!

reading at the park, sounds great until you realize you hate reading! “hey whatcha reading?” a monotonous voice snaps you out of your thoughts. you look up to see who the voice belongs to only to realize, its your favorite deadpan setter rintarou suna.

you and suna were always pretty ok friends. not exactly besties, but you always talked to each other in class and even at lunch together a few times. that is, until you developed feelings for him. the way he can handle your joking insults and how he says some back himself, how talented he is in volleyball, and the way he looks at you, how could you not like him? though you told yourself whats the point? tons of other people adore him and he probably would like them better. so to protect your self & your feelings, you recently started avoiding him, plus only making small talk.

“why? its not like you read” “ouch. you’re so cold y/n. im hurt, truly.” you roll your eyes at his sarcastic remarks and go back to “reading.” “what are you doing here anyways? you dont really seem like a park-goer” “oh and you’re so outdoorsy rin” “im outside now aren’t i?” the setter retorts, flashing you his shit eating grin. “alright fair point i suppose.” you tell him the book you’re currently reading and also how much you hate reading, this leads to some nice but awkward small between you two. after a while its just awkward silence until suna asks “umm.. so.. i was wondering, why don’t you talk to me anymore?” acting dumb you say “huh? i talk to you all the time?” but of course he sees right through that “stop acting dumb. you know what im talking about” at this point you realize theres nothing you can do except tell the truth, and if he doesn’t like you back you’ll just run away!

so you confess, looking anywhere but suna’s face hoping this is some weird fever dream and you’re not actually here. suna, taken aback, has finally drummed up the courage to respond “so um… you wanna see the minions movie?” he managed to spit this out followed by an awkward chuckle. but you swear you see him turn beet red after you say “sure rin, that sounds like fun”

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renardiererin · 10 months

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just thinking about if rintarou suna had a dick piercing. he’ll have you folded in a mating press, legs on his shoulders, his dick hitting the gummy spot inside your cute little pussy… and the cold metal of the piercing hitting against your gspot. it’s essentially temperature play with how he’s using your dripping cunt to amuse himself. flicking your sensitive interior crevices with the cool metal, watching and laughing with his tongue pistoning out and in of you. giggling when your stomach clenches, when your back arches, etc.

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hxltic · 3 months

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

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They probably already are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that all you read?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You look him up and down. “So?”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

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

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

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

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

“Admit what?”

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

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

“Which part were you reading?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

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

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

“Do what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hhhmmm,” you whine, breathing shallow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No the fuck you’re not.”

Godammit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No. come here.”

You stare at him dumbfounded.

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

“My face, baby.”

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

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

“Sit.”

“Are you sure?” You clarify.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmphh?”

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

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

this was kinda rushed

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miya-rin · 10 months

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imagine being the miya twins older sister who has had suna rintarou fully enamoured with your existence since he first met you at 15 years old.

he has tried to make many moves on you over the years to no avail; sneakily trying to place his arms around your shoulder before one of your brothers notice and throw the nearest object they can grab his way. not letting you carry anything while hes around, claiming how “youll never have to lift a finger again” if you give him a chance. hell, even dropping down to the floor to tie your shoelaces the second he realises the laces have come loose, taking his time to stand back up afterwards as he slowly rakes his eyes over your figure so he can fully take in every inch of you. every attempt of his to make you swoon for him is met with “sorry sweetheart, still not into minors” and a small ruffle of his hair which gives him a dopey smile. you would think he would start to back off eventually but to your dismay every rejection you have handed to him has just made his desire for you grow stronger - he takes your words as “try again when youre 18”

which is exactly what he does. on his 18th birthday his friends decide to throw him a massive party - being the twins chaperone you had to come along and when suna set his eyes on you, you knew there was no chance of you escaping his antics. you catch him glancing at you multiple times throughout the night before he gets pulled away by one of his guests, a disappointed look in his eyes every time he had to look away from you.

after a couple of hours you decide to step outside onto the balcony to catch some fresh air seeing as there was no sign of the party dying down anytime soon. you’re outside for maybe 5 minutes when you hear the door slide open, you already know who its going to be seeing as he has been trying to catch you alone all night, you turn around to finally face the boy and he looks as ecstatic as ever.

“happy birthday suna.” you swear you can see his soul leave his body the second those words leave your mouth, its not the first time youve said it to him tonight - youre not that cruel as to not wish the poor boy a happy birthday on his special day - but everything that comes out of your mouth looks like it sends him to heaven and back.

“thankyou yn, i appreciate you being here, but then again, i know you cant spend more that a week away from me because youre just so obsessed with me.”

“wow, am i that easy to read?” you chuckle along with him, noticing the way his gaze doesnt stray away from your face while you face forward, “so, how does it feel finally being legal?”

“incredible, it means you can finally give me a chance.” he doesnt miss the way you sigh at his words.

“suna we’v-“

“i know that we’ve been over this, but i don’t really think you mean it,” this gains an eye roll from you, “plus, my one wish when i blew out my candles was that you would give me a kiss.”

“really? well i guess your going to have to go without this year.”

“it was my birthday wish, youre not gonna deny me that are you?”

“yknow, if you tell your wish to someone it doesnt come true right?”

“yn…please,” his voice is barely above a whisper, he sounds desperate, “i have been waiting for three years, all i ask for is one kiss, just one.”

“i think youre forgetting that im 22 and you are freshly 18.”

“im still 18 though.”

“hm… you make a good point,” you see the way he perks up slightly at your evaluation, a hopeful look becoming more prominent in his eyes, “one kiss. let it be my official gift for the birthday boy.” you might have well as told him he had just one the lottery, anyone who walked past the sliding door would think you had due to the way his smile was so wide.

“thankyou” is all he can muster up before he is snaking his hand up your body and with a hand tangled up in your hair he leans down until his lips touch yours, you can feel the shit eating grin spread across his face as he gently moves his lips in sync with yours, pulling away slightly to whisper “best birthday ever” before leaning back in <3

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taintedtort · 1 month

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https://www.tumblr.com/taintedtort/742994409435594752/hello-i-was-wondering-if-you-can-do-a-haikyu?source=share

Hello!!! Can you do this request with kenma, tsukishima and suna pls???? 🥺🥺

" WIPING KISSES! "

summary. you wipe their kisses off (pt2)

characters. kenma, tsukishima, suna

warnings. gn!reader, none!

a/n. i love this prompt, it’s so easy to write :P

KENMA

☆ kenma isn’t usually very physically affectionate, but he likes to kiss your hands a lot. it’s simple and quick, and not that noticeable to other people. however, this particular time he kissed the back of your hand, you wiped it on your sweater directly after. he noticed, but didn’t really say anything because he hadn’t thought much of it at the time. but as the day went on, he realized that you were doing it every single time he kissed your hand. he knows you though, and he’s quick to catch on that you’re messing with him. he’s mildly amused at best, but doesn’t really get the point. you’re trying to provoke him, right? it kinda worked… he‘s not necessarily annoyed, but he doesn’t like that you’re wiping them off.

"quit it."

TSUKISHIMA

☆ he notices and instantly scowls at you. it was kind of your fault for making it so obvious though. he kissed your forehead and you immediately wiped it off with your hoodie sleeve, a disgusted look on your face. it was clearly fake and all a joke, seeing as you laughed right after, but he got petty nonetheless. you apologize through giggles when you see his annoyed expression, but he only rolls his eyes. he eventually gives in, like he always does, but you have to make it up to him by kissing him literally everywhere.

"fine then, wipe my kiss off. see if you get another one."

SUNA

☆ he was taking some selfies with you, and he gave your cheek a kiss for one of them. he was sort of rapid fire clicking, so he actually got a picture of you wiping the kiss off directly after. he looks at you with a confused expression, saying something like "the fuck was that?" you wave him off, but he just pulls up the picture he got and starts examining in. he doesn’t say anything else, just looking at you with an expecting look, silently telling you to explain yourself. you crack and tell him it was a prank, just to rile him up and see what’d he do. he rolls his eyes and places another kiss to your cheek, watching to make sure you don’t wipe this one off too.

"you trying to be cute?"

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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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popkorrn · 1 year

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"can i have one of your mittens?" you asked.

suna raised an eyebrow at you incredulously. "one mitten?"

"yeah." your breath made a light wisp of smoke against the cold winter air. "i forgot to bring mine." you added, waving your exposed hands up and down as if to prove your point.

suna sighed with a slight shake of his head, suppressing a smile. "you're such an airhead."

"am not!" you stifled a laugh, hitting his arm lightly in protest. the impact stung painfully against your freezing hand, and you let out a small yelp of pain.

concern flashed across suna's eyes, and his brows furrowed together into a slight frown. "you good?"

"apart from my hands feeling like literal icicles, i'm all good." you replied in a joking manner, flashing him a humorous smile. suna tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at you, a worried frown still creased upon his features.

"don't worry." you teased, "a little cold won't kill me."

"i wasn't worried." suna interjected. "just thought that maybe the cold had finally killed off your remaining brain cells."

suna chuckled when your eyes widened in feigned offence. you knocked your forehead against his arm in a futile attempt to hit him without using your painfully frozen hands, inciting a hearty laugh from the boy.

your ears perked up at the sound, the warmth of his cheerful laughter slowly spreading to you. his eyes curved into crescent moons, upturned lips peeking above the top of his thick scarf, amusement radiating from his usually stoic face.

you must have been staring at him for a while, because suna flicked your forehead lightly with his gloved hand.

"i think the cold did get into your brain after all."

before you could snap back a response, suna pulled off one of his mittens, reaching out to pull your hand out of your pocket.

"wha-"

you watched as he fitted his mitten onto your hand, pulling it down gently. you blinked, staring dumbly at the large mitten that encased your hand. was the mitten really that warm? or was your skin just burning from his sudden touch?

your thoughts were cut short when his ungloved hand grabbed your ice cold one tightly, before relaxing slightly to intertwine his fingers between yours. the momentum of the movement pulled you towards him, and he took the opportunity to stuff your connected hands into the side pocket of his large puffer jacket.

"warm enough?" suna asked, a smirk playing on his lips. he was standing annoying close, puffs of his breath tickling against your nose as he stared down at you.

and for once, you were thankful that the frigid weather had already tainted your cheeks red. "warm enough." you echoed back, unable to hide the satisfied grin from creeping up your cheeks.

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sunarinscumdump · 2 years

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nothing sweeter than sunarin peppering your face with kisses and showering you with affection after you show him your ootd so you won't go out with your friends and instead, just stay at home with him.

- 18+ only, minors dni -

“rin, that tickles~" you giggle as you try to pry your clingy boyfriend off of you.

his hands warmly remained on your waist as he continues pressing light kisses all over your face and neck. “you sure you really wanna go out, doll?”

“staying home's a lot more fun...” he tries to convince you, but you just roll your eyes.

“i've had to cancel two hangouts with my friends last month because you keep doing this.” you giggle lightly when he pouts. “and what do you mean fun? we only ever end up fucking and you know that.”

he eyes thepointed look you give him and raises a brow, “so you mean to say making love with me isn't fun?”

your eyes widen and you let out a squeal as he sweeps you off your feet and carries you over to the king sized bed that you and your boyfriend, ejp middle blocker suna rintarō share.

"not fun, huh?” he looks at you, a look of accomplishment flashing in his face when he sees your eyes glossed over with the way his prominent bulge pressed against your clothed pussy.

“i'll show you what's ‘not fun’."

another hangout with friends: cancelled.

#suna smut #haikyuu smut #anime smut #suna rintarou smut #hq suna #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro fic #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro oneshot #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro scenarios #suna rintaro hcs

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sanb3rry · 11 months

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adding on to the suna hcs wb domestic suna and his partner 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

oooo, DOMESTIC SUNA IS SO CUTE (beware : literally just word dump omg)

you guys watch stupid movies and judge them 100%, OH esp those hallmark christmas movies. takeout, blankets on your guys' cute comfy couch and him squished against you. need i say more?

will text you when you're in the same room as him and he will whine when you tell him you're literally right next to him. something about not wanting to stress your beautiful voice.

SO SO SO CLINGY, it's cute tho. he'll be back home from practice and just lay down on top of you when you're watching the tv from the couch.

late night drives with him at 1am, it's either the convenience store or to go to get froyo. he just loves driving you around, has a thing for you being a passenger princess.

likes going to ikea and messing around. pretends you two are an old married couple or in a toxic marriage, there's no in-betweens.

also likes furniture shopping, he makes you pick everything and pays for it with that sweet volleyball money. he likes how you're buying stuff for your SHARED apartment.

his habit of drawing on sticky notes never changed, sticks them on the fridge (they're all suggestive). you had to rip them off when his parents came over for dinner once, he was snickering at you while distracting his mom.

his sister comes over sometimes when his parents are busy with work. they always bicker with each other, it's so cute.

you guys are plant parents, he didn't like them at first but now he's grown attached and talks to them like they're his children when he thinks you aren't around.

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rishiguro · 1 year

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BUSY THINKING ABOUT EX BOYFRIEND!SUNA

ex boyfriend!suna who refuses to show any kind of emotion regarding your breakup, keeping his stoic facial expression.

ex boyfriend!suna who however doesn't want to talk about you or even hear your name being mentioned; and whenever anybody brings you up, he leaves.

ex boyfriend!suna who dropped off the clothes you kept in his place during a time he knew you weren't home, simply because he doesn't want to face you.

ex boyfriend!suna who still looks at your social media profile religiously, clenching his jaw when he sees your radient smile in your newest posts.

ex boyfriend!suna who can't bring himself to throw away your photo albums, instead keeping them underneath his bed (just like he did before)

ex boyfriend!suna who avoids every place that you frequent, but denies that he doesn't go there because of you.

ex boyfriend!suna who still goes to the small cafés and restaurants where you used to go on dates. ordering the exact same thing he always ordered.

ex boyfriend!suna who sometimes gets your coffee order while he's out, even though he doesn't like it, because he misses the time where he could taste it when kissing you.

ex boyfriend!suna who drafts long messages to you, pouring his heart out, only to never send them.

ex boyfriend!suna who was always one to listen to music, but now he's never leaving his home without headphones, wanting to block everything and everyone out.

ex boyfriend!suna who suddenly is way more social with his friends, because he doesn't want to be left alone with his thoughts if it's not necessary. because every thought he has is about you.

ex boyfriend!suna who hates you for looking so happy after your breakup, wondering why he has to be the only one that suffers constantly.

ex boyfriend!suna who isn't used to feeling so intensly, because now he can't lean on you anymore.

ex boyfriend!suna who would never actually admit that he wants you back, opting to wallow in your shared memories.

reblogs are appreciated

#₊❏❜ ⋮haikyuu #suna x reader #suna x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x you #suna rintarou #hq suna #hq angst #hq x you #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu suna #haikyuu imagines #suna headcanons #suna hcs

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loveephia · 1 year

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bashful moments you had with them. (suna, osamu, kenma, iwaizumi, semi, kuroo, sakusa, ushijima.) 100 followers special!

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, use of cute petnames, reader has glasses in kuroo's, reader is afraid of loud noises in ushijima's.

⚠ warning/s: accidentally hurting yourself in osamu's.

note: i didn't expect my account to grow this much with all the cheesy and lame headcanons i make of the boys. 😭 thank you, sososo much for 100 followers because that's a loTTA people HAHA. NERVOUS SWEATS. anyway, sTAY HYDRATED AND ENJOY READING!!!

SUNA RINTARŌ

he hands you his favorite chuupet flavor, lemon, and watches as you struggle to tear it open. with minimal effort (and the fact that he's so used to opening these things a million times already), he tears it open using the fang of his teeth and hands it over to you. you quietly thank suna and eat your chuupet with cherry red cheeks. how cute.

OSAMU MIYA

he watches as you cut up the chives into uneven bits, and then comes a moment where you happen to slice a small part of your finger. you wince in pain, and osamu is quick to come to your aid. "you okay, darlin'?" he asks with care in his tone as you nod. you wash your hands with soap and water, and he comes back with triple antibiotic ointment and a bandaid (it had a bunny design on it).

KENMA KOZUME

you were trying to beat the final boss in the game you really liked, but it seemed almost impossible. kenma sees this and asks if he can give it a go. you say yes and watch as he swiftly plays through the entire level. when he finishes, you thank him with a big hug. he pouts, "i wanted a kiss, y/n."

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

it was the school festival, and the hallways were busy with students stressed left and right. you, in the midst of everything, get pushed around quite a lot. iwaizumi forcefully (not meaning for it to be harsh) pulls you aside to a safer part of the hallway, and you thank him. his sleeves were rolled up so you could see his biceps.. wow.

SEMI EITA

you kept looking over at the boy who shared your school's uniform. he sat next to you on the train. he had earbuds in, and you couldn't help but be curious as to what he was listening to. deciding that semi has had enough of your sneaky glances, he hands you one of his earbuds.

KUROO TETSURŌ

you were falling in and out of sleep while he tutored you. "just for five minutes.." you told yourself as you rested your head on the desk. kuroo sees you slowly drifting off to dreamland and decides to set aside your glasses for when you wake up later.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

from the crowd's constant chatter, you couldn't hear what sakusa was trying to tell you, no matter how loud he tried to speak. soon, having enough, he pulled his mask down and whispered what he wanted to say in your ear. even then, you still couldn't hear him. (lol)

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

you both were at the summer festival, the fireworks being as loud and abrupt as you remember. your palms weren't enough to drown out the noise. it was starting to bother you, so much so that you contemplated on leaving. ushijima then places his warm hands over yours in an attempt to drown out the now muffled fireworks.

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renardiererin · 1 year

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rintarou suna is such a pussy enthusiast. i don’t make the rules, he will eat pussy like a starved man. he isn’t clean in any way. he will dive into your core and hook his arms around your thighs, holding you flush against his face even well after you’re sobbing and overstimulated out of your mind.

“please rintarou it hurts”

“come on princess just a few more for me, you taste so good.”

he will scrape his teeth against your clit to watch your back arch, and flick the tip of his tongue against your most sensitive spots until you’re uncontrollably cumming in his mouth. he won’t stop for anyone or anything, he goes until he decides he’s satisfied. just the taste of your pussy is enough to get him leaking in his pants. sometimes if he’s in a certain mood, he might even pump himself into his hand and let his eyelids shut as he moans into your overused pussy.

he’ll tonguefuck you by shoving his talented muscle into your stretched hole, hitting your g spot with every thrust of his tongue. he’ll eat your pussy until your juices are streaming down his chin and smeared all over the bottom half of his face and he won’t even bat an eye.

he will eat pussy like it’s his last meal and he’s on death row.

rintarou suna is the messiest pussy eater in the world and he takes no shame in it.

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hxltic · 1 year

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• established relationship

•Genre: smut

You’re in the lonesome bathroom of the party correcting your makeup when Rin suddenly makes his way through the door. He hastily closes it behind him. How it wasn’t locked? You have no idea.

You expected his arrival, just not as grand as this. It wasn’t new. It wasn’t new to always call and find each other as if seeking refuge. The mirror reflects his hands trudging up his face to brush through his hair, meanwhile the mascara wand waved idly in your hand when you quipped, “Who ya running from?”

A course “Nobody” was all you received. You thought he’d just come in and sit on the toilet seat to talk or waste time with you.

Finding a stopping point, you turned to him and your fresh eyes trailed his body leaning on the door. He looked paler than usual, dark hair falling over his weaker, heavily red-tinted face. The mascara clicked into the bottle and tightened as you twisted.

“Rin are…are you okay?”

He sighed and one hand fell to the doorknob while the other fell to his pocket.

“…If I’m being completely honest, no. Come here please,” he huffed out. He was breathless like he rushed up here to you. You guess it was a random call from him that you put on speaker over the trap music, however, you didn’t ask why he needed to see you so instantaneously.

You took slow, incredulous footsteps forward to his chest in the already tight space. Clearly you weren’t fast enough because he cupped your face—both hands—and tugged you close.

“Look at me,” he ordered. Your eyes focused on each of his earnestly. “You know I love you right?”

“Yes.” A distrusting countenance slowly morphed onto your face, matching your previous steps.

“You know you look so fucking good, right?”

“…Rin where is this-“

“-I think my drink was spiked. My drink was spiked with something and I’m saying I’m sorry now because I am just one fucking word away from bending you over this counter. It needs to be yours.”

Your cheeks flushed red as you examined his face again, confirming he did look a little sick. Except not the coughing sick; the lightheaded, desperate need that can make you delusional sick. You were terrified to look down.

“But won’t that stuff still be in your system? you need to throw it up or something before-“

“I can’t be sure but it doesn’t feel out of the ordinary, like a viagra or something. I’ll do whatever you want after. Just need to be inside of you in the next ten seconds before I pass out.”

He was rambling in a pitch slightly higher than usual, desperation seeping off his words. His chest motioned up and down with each difficult breath he took gazing into your eyes, upturned brows not-very-patiently awaiting your response. Hey, it was a party after all.

You kept your eyes trained but turned to give yourself up to him.

The slim eyes lit up. A single palm forced you down by the middle of your upper back, effectively bending you over. He did it so swiftly you could’ve taken it as routine.

Hands situated and caressed your waist in admiration, hips following suit as you pressed them back into him. His fingertips dug holes through the sequin covered fabric and into your skin, the obvious print rubbed right between your legs with the dress flipped up, and the friction was sending him away.

Oh god he needed it so bad, all his hormones at peak and the first thing on his mind being you. He knew he needed to stretch you out and he knew how especially good that pretty pussy would taste spread for him on the counter, but his dick was quite literally throbbing.

He may have realized it a little late considering he had a high sex-drive anyway, but this was something completely different. He was so hard it hurt. So when he called you, shoving through people as you gave him your location in the house, he was already overheating from swarming throngs of people and the alcohol swimming through his blood.

So when your slit rolled perfectly over him he had to undo his pants immediately.

“I can leave it to you to wear no panties to a party.”

“Gotta give ‘em a show,” you giggle.

With the clank of his belt and its drop to the floor, he taunted, “Only one of us is taking the show home.”

Suna was already a pretty impatient person, so when a finger dipped into you slow and welcoming he had to add another. A squelch sound came from the way he pumped into you as if you were already ready to take him.

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu hcs #god i want him so bad #suna rintaro #suna x reader #haikyuu suna #suna headcanons #suna imagines #suna smut #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintarō #suna haikyuu #rintarou suna #suna rintaro x reader

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