(sub!suna, name calling, cunnilingus, @f9lix mentioned)

“What’re you doing here?” Suna’s eyes are half closed, his posture slacking as he opens you the door to his apartment at 1 am.

You raise your eyebrows and scoff, “Suna, you called me.”

“Oh shit, did I?“

“Bro, you said you’d pay extra for me to come to your place if I’d deliver it because you’re ’too sore to walk’. I don’t even wanna know what from!”

“Volleyball, dumbass” he sighs, “Come in.” Suna turns around, walking back into his apartment, leaving the door open for you.

You follow him, slightly annoyed, “I can’t stay for long, need to drop by Oikawas’ to get new stuff from Mika.”

Suna huffs out a lazy laugh, plopping down on the couch, “Shit I forgot they’re dating. She’s way too bad for Oikawa, dude. I’d totally hit that if I could.”

“Yeah, me too. Whatever, give me your money now,” you hit him with your foot.

“Chillax. I…I’m kind short on cash right now. You know, end of month and stuff…” He rubs his neck awkwardly.

You sigh, “So you…called me to drive across town for weed that you can’t pay for. Wow. I thought the worst one was Atsumu wanting to pay with his dick for 1 gram, but you win.”

Suna grins, “He fucked you for weed?”

“No? I have some dignity left.”

Suna’s grin widens even more, “What about I offer you my tongue instead of my dick?” Well damn.

Suna’s tongue licks a big stripe from the back of your pussy to the front, landing at last on your clit. His hands hold your legs open for him, your hips pressing into his mouth and nose in rhythmic motions, “S-Suna…a little more to the left, please.”

He nods and moves his tongue as you ordered, eliciting a loud moan from you. “Fuck, yes. Right there!”

Your wetness is smeared all over his face and drips down his chin as he literally makes out with your cunt. That boy really wants that weed. Or you.

With a loud gasp, Suna pulls away after being buried in your pussy for so long, he forgot to breathe, “Fuck,” he gasps for air, “You taste so fucking good, Y/n. Best one I had.”

You, as well are out of breath and whine softly, “Sunarin, go back to eating.”

He nods obediently, diving back in. The Loser hasn’t shaved in a good while and since he can’t grow a beard, there are only a few little hairs that are now tickling your lips while Suna plunges his Tongue into your hole, rhythmically pushing it in and out.

Your eyes meet as he looks at you from between your legs, your face flushes prettily, soft moans slipping from your mouth. “Mhh, Suna! So good!”

He groans as a response, his hand going from your thigh to his crotch to re-adjust his aching boner. You hit him with your foot (again), “Hey! No pleasure for you tonight!”

He pouts, backs off just enough to mumble a quick, “It was just uncomfortable” and “Sorry, Mommy,” before lowering his head back down.

Long story short, you did in fact not go to Oikawa’s that night and Suna did get a lot of pleasure…

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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work, nor feed it to ai.

n: Yes, I ship Mika with Oikawa. Dare I say best Oikawa ship?

Boyfriend!Suna who prefers to stay in and watch a movie with you. Both of you sprawled across the sofa, blankets and pillows scattered everywhere. You're both not even watching the movie properly, mainly on your phones, but in some way he's always grounded to you - legs intertwined, hands brushing, playing with your hair. He always has some form of contact with you.

Boyfriend!Suna who worries he'll lose you in public when you decide to wander off. His solution? Well, it's to keep you anchored to him by tugging at your belt loops or slipping a steady arm around your waist. He likes using his calloused hand to gently palm at your waist to keep you anchored to him. The second you even think about slipping away, he’s pulling you back before leaning down slightly and raising an eyebrow at you. 

Boyfriend!Suna who loves it when you play with his hands. When you gently trace around the numerous callouses littering his hands from intense volleyball training or when your smaller fingers mindlessly fiddle with his larger ones. 

Boyfriend!Suna who likes to keep a part of you with him throughout the day. One of your hairbands? Fake nail glue he keeps just in case one of yours falls off again? The little hand cream you love the smell of so much? Either way he's always prepared if you need anything.

Boyfriend!Suna who acts like you've been married for 30 years already. He keeps a photo of you in his wallet - although it's tearing at the sides and has creases, it's still his most prized possession. 

Boyfriend!Suna who tries to get you a sweet treat after his practice. There's a bakery which you love close to the gym. Every so often he comes back to your shared apartment, hiding the box behind his back, fox eyes softening slightly at the edges as you squeal in delight and place the box on the counter before launching at him to give him a hug.

Boyfriend!Suna whose friends all know about you. They know your favourite flowers, snacks, movies.. the list is endless. “My girlfriend did this..”, “Oh my girlfriend likes…”.  All because this emotionally constipated man actually never shuts up about you.

Boyfriend!Suna whose love language is quality time. You could be sitting in silence or be out and about. Either way, all he wants to do is spend time with you regardless of what you're doing.

Boyfriend!Suna who hides when he's flustered very well. Except you've realised that his ears tinge the faintest pink and so does his neck which he often tries to hide by placing his hand over it.

Boyfriend!Suna who never got over his nerdy interests as a kid. He still collects pokemon cards and you know he’ll give you any of the ones you want, always reserving the cute ones for you. 

Boyfriend!Suna who loves to make playlists for you. Any songs that remind him of you are immediately added and he’s always playing them on repeat. He loves to create playlists for the both of you and always listens to new music you recommend him.

Boyfriend!Suna whose camera roll is full of pictures of you. Most of them being candids he took when you weren't looking - one of you brushing your teeth in the mirror, another of you feeding some ducks at a pond… all of these little moments he can’t bear to delete. 

Boyfriend!Suna who loves to tease you and make you squirm - it’s his way of showing affection towards you. He’ll purposely tighten lids of jars just so you’d go to him, a pout adorning your lips as you begrudgingly ask for help. He’d also place jars on the highest shelves just so you can ask for his help. He’d come up behind you, chest brushing against your back and rough hands gripping your waist before leaning up to retrieve said jar. All whilst acting nonchalant and trying to see if he can get a reaction from you.

my first post - lwk so scared

shoutout to my twin may who helped me brainstorm, mwuah i love u

i hope you guys like it :3

10.18 - kinktober day eleven ִ ࣪𖤐 first time , ft. rintarou suna

there was no one you hated more than rintarou suna. your big brothers’ best friend was one of the most annoying guys you’d ever had the displeasure of meeting. he’d kick his feet up on your living room coffee table, shoes and all, as if he lived there himself. he’d go into your kitchen, make himself food, put empty milk cartons back in the fridge and empty cereal boxes back on the shelf. he’d walk into your room all too casually, leaning against your doorframe with a crooked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when he caught you red-faced and slamming the lid of your laptop shut. 

“whatcha lookin at?”

“nothing suna, seriously, do you ever learn to shut the fuck up? or knock for that matter? jesus fuck, this is none of your business and frankly i’m getting tired of you barging in here like you own the place, dipshit. just because my brothers are friends with you doesn’t mean–” he walked across the room throughout the beginnings of your rant, winding up right in front of you. just a few inches from your face, his eyes flicked down at your lips and back up to your eyes, leaning in ever so slightly and letting out a small, breathy laugh at the sudden stop in your speech. “relax, princess. i’m just sent to tell you dinner’s ready. don’t gotta get your panties in such a twist.” 

your face turned a deeper shade of red. “shut up, suna.” 

“when are you gonna drop that?” he asked, back facing you on his way towards the door. “drop what?” 

“‘suna’.”

“why wouldn’t i call you suna? the fuck would you prefer?”

“well,” he trailed off, head over his shoulder to smirk at you. “oh my god you’re the worst. get out!” you threw a pillow at his back. 

“ow, damn. i was gonna say ‘rintarou.’ get your head outta the gutter, sweetcheeks.” 

“literally shut up. leave. i’m so deadass, get out of my room.” 

“i’m going, i’m going! don’t forget dinner’s downstairs.” 

you fell back on your bed, holding a pillow against your face and letting out an irritated groan. what a dick. 

rintarou suna was fucking awful. at least, you’d always thought so. until one night, he was sleeping over with the twins, and there was a thunderstorm outside your window. it was late, had to have been past one or two in the morning. you were still up, low music playing from your speaker on your bedside table, curtains drawn wide open and all of your lights off: the only illumination being from the occasional lightning strike. you heard a couple light taps at your door, and almost missed them over the cracks of thunder echoing in your room through the screen of your open window. you walked over to your bedroom door, expecting a frightened atsumu or simply empty space where you’d tricked yourself into hearing something. no part of you expected to see a stone-faced suna, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. 

“suna? what, why are you here? shouldn’t you guys be asleep?”

“twins are out cold.” 

“okay, so… why are you at my door right now?”

“why are you still up?”

“stop avoiding my question.” 

“fine. just making sure you’re okay.”

“and why would i not be?”

“i dunno, thunderstorms can be scary.” 

“mhm, right. well as you can see i’m perfectly fine. i like watching the lightning anyway. it’s comforting, somehow.” 

“could i watch with you?”

“... suna are you scared of thunderstorms?”

“no!! god, i’m not seven.” 

“are you sure? cause your eyebrows look a little too furrowed for someone who isn’t afraid.” 

“i’m fine, yn.”

“so then again, why are you really here?”

“are you really gonna make me say it?”

“yep.” 

“fine. i’m scared of thunderstorms.” you laughed in his face, out of surprise rather than mocking. “i knew it. big strong rintarou suna: scared of a little storm.” 

“shut up,” he rolled his eyes, “...wait. so you think i’m big and strong?”

“goodnight, suna.” you tried to shut your door but he stopped it with his foot. 

“ow.” 

“dude what the hell, why would you put your foot there??”

“cause i didn’t want you to close the door on me, fucking duh.”

“and why not? you can’t possibly just wanna sit and watch the storm with me.” 

“...please?” his tone softened when he spoke. gentle, even. sincere. you sighed and opened the door to its fullest, stepping to the side to let him in. “fine.” 

he walked towards your bed, sitting on the edge and waiting for you to join him. you sat on the corner side, against the wall, and nodded your head as if to tell him it was okay for him to sit next to you. the two of you had just a few inches between your arms, and you swear you could feel the heat radiating off of his body through his sweatshirt. the music hummed faintly in the background, covered mostly by both the recurring thunder and the heavy silence between the two of you. “so…,” rintarou started, your head turning to face him. “hm?” 

“why do you hate me?”

“what?”

“seriously. why do you hate me?”

“suna, i–” 

“and why won’t you call me rintarou?” you sighed, not breaking eye contact. “i don’t hate you.”

“you certainly act like you do.” 

“because you’re annoying.”

“i’m annoying?” his eyebrows raised. “oh i know you’re not trying to insinuate that it’s me who’s obnoxious.” you sat up straighter, the two of you turning a bit to face one another better. “no, yn, i don’t think you’re annoying. i’ll ask it again, why do you hate me?” 

“jesus christ, maybe because you’re a pain in my ass. you never seem to know when to shut up, you barge in here like you own the place, sometimes i come home and i just want to relax but nooo because someone’s in the kitchen eating all my fucking snacks. and you’re ridiculously tall, and you never say what you mean, and you just stare at me all the fucking time and never say anything and it’s so irritating. you’re confusing, and infuriating, and you never seem to care about anything, and you’re so fucking arrogant i swear to–” he cut you off, pressing his lips against yours. it took a split second for your head to catch up, melting into him almost immediately. your hands went to his hair, tugging slightly at the root and causing a choked moan to vibrate through his throat. his tongue slid against your bottom lip, easing it open. it took less than a few seconds to transform the kiss from slow and surprising to messy and heated. your leg draped over his lap and his hand dragged down to the back of your thigh to pull you closer, the other grabbing your ass to lift you to be straddling him.

your hands pulled at the fabric of his shirt, breaking the kiss only slightly to tear it off, a strike of lightning illuminating the room just in time to reflect against his chiseled chest. “holy shit.” 

“what, you literally called me big and strong earlier. what did you expect?” 

“no like… i knew you were… i knew– i just, oh my god shut up.” you crashed your mouth against his again, his hands immediately finding your waist. you subconsciously pressed your hips down against him, your body moving on its own to increase the friction between the two of you. he let out a deep groan against your mouth at the contact, and you started to cease your movements when you realized what you were doing. “sorry, i didn’t-” 

“thought you said to shut up. your turn.” he tightened his grip on your hips, pressing you down harder against his bulge and beginning to rock you back and forth. your head fell back in pleasure and he used it as an opportunity to trail open mouthed kisses down your neck and collarbone to the peak of your breast, teeth scraping your skin every so often, sucking red against your flesh hard enough to be sure he’d leave a mark. your hips stuttered against his, hands on his shoulders for stability, whines leaving your lips almost uncontrollably. “can i take this off?” he looked up at you, tugging gently on the hem of your tanktop, and slowly dragging it up and off your chest at your nod of approval. your nipples stiffened immediately at the hit of cold air, your back arching and in turn pressing your breasts closer to his face. a cocky smile pulled the corners of his lips up, leaning in to continue his trail of hickeys down one of your tits, taking it in his mouth while his hand toyed with the other, pinching and pulling at your stiff bud. “rin, rintarou-” he chuckled against your skin at the sudden shift in desperation radiating off of you. “rintarou seriously hold on, i’m- i… what the fuck,” you breathed out, head back and eyes screwed shut. 

“wait are you… yn. are you close?” he asked, face still so close to your chest that his lower lip dragged across your nipple when he spoke, drawing a desperate moan from your lips. your grip on his shoulders just tightened in response as you pressed yourself down against him harder, rocking back and forth faster than before. “oh, oh shit. okay. woah.” he flattened his tongue against your nipple, his teeth lightly grazing the sensitive peak. his hands grabbed at your ass, assisting in your movements. his fingers slipped under the fabric of your tiny pajama shorts, squeezing at your bare flesh. he trailed his mouth back up your neck, stopping when he noticed a specific spot made your thighs contract and your eyebrows press together harder, as if that was really even possible. he focused his attention there, one hand on your ass and the other playing with your tits all while his mouth worked at your sweet spot. your movements got faster and less uniform, rapidly raking yourself across his clothed length to chase your orgasm. 

when you finally collapse against him, hips slowly coming to a stop as you ride out your high, he almost stills below you, his hands on your hips and his eyes wide and his breath still slowly fanning your chest. when you finally picked your forehead up off his shoulder and sat back up to face him he was already wide-eyed staring right at you, the both of you silently catching your breath. “so… you…” 

“shut up, rintarou.” his face broke out into a giant grin. “hey, you’re saying my name. and not just because you’re fucking yourself on my bulge-” 

“shut UP, oh my god.” you hid your face back in his neck, pulling yourself back up when he laughed. “i’m not judging you, i’m just…” 

“you’re judging me.”

“no, i’m serious. it’s not that.”

“what, can you not make girls cum or something?” you rolled your eyes, keeping your gaze to the side, too embarrassed to look at him.

“no, i’ve never struggled with that,” he cracked a flashy, confident grin, letting it fall only to continue his point. “i’ve just never had a girl cum in her pants from grinding on me. that was really hot i’m not gonna lie to you.”

“what?” you focused your gaze back on his. “i’m serious yn, that was hot. like… really hot. i can’t believe that just happened. my stupid friends’ little sister who’s always hated me just literally came in her pants over me. i might be unstoppable.”

“oh my god get over yourself, rintarou. maybe i’m imagining someone else. maybe i’m just horny.” you shifted a little, very aware of the stickiness in your panties, forgetting that the movement of your hips was just further grinding against him. he choked down a moan. “were you? thinking of someone else, i mean. or just horny. whatever.” 

“...no.”

“i knew it. pretty girl fucked so dumb from one little orgasm– pussy untouched, by the way, that she and her bratty little mouth can’t even think of a way to lie to me.” 

“did you already forget what i said about not knowing when to shut up?”

“oh come on, baby, don’t be mean. you’re still coming down from the orgasm you just got and you wanna be mouthy? if you wanna be mouthy i’ll gladly get you on your knees and i’ll give you somethin’ to keep you busy.” 

“how the fuck did this happen.” you mumbled to yourself. rintarou just laughed. “good point. how did i get you like this? topless and on my lap with a mess in your cute little panties? must be the luckiest guy alive. i just have to know, is this a common thing?”

“what do you mean?”

“like… do you always cum in your pants from a little dryhumping? are you just really quick to cum or am i special?”

“i… wouldn’t know.”

“what do you mean, no guy ever given you the chance to dryhump? or has no one ever gotten you off before?”

“um… neither.” his head tilted to the side slightly. “what do you mean? are you a virgin?” 

“maybe.” his lips slowly spread into a smile as your head ducked down to look at your hands to avoid looking at rintarou. his eyes darkened, canines practically dripping with drool. “you don’t say.” 

“i know that’s like lame or whatever, but–” 

“seriously, stop talking.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, flipping you so that you were flat on your back with rintarou hovering over you. his thumb drew circles on your hipbone while his mouth pressed kisses down your neck and chest, winding himself up at the waistband of your shorts. he looked up at you for approval, slowly tugging the fabric down your legs. his long fingers danced across your skin, delicately spreading your legs farther apart and using his fingertips to trace shapes on your inner thighs. his lips pressed against your core, chucking a little at the damp spot from your arousal and your previous orgasm. he pulled your soaked panties down your thighs, sticking them in the pocket of his sweatpants. 

he licked a stripe up your core, groaning at your taste. your thighs tried to close around his head instinctively, to which he brought up his hands and pried them apart again, pinning them down to the point where if you tried to close them you’re not sure you’d be able to. you stuttered out something that sounded like it was supposed to resemble his name and he just laughed against you, the sound vibrating through you and causing a moan to break your attempt at a half-formed plea. “it’s okay baby, you don’t have to try to make a sentence. just relax.” 

he pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, slowly working you open with his tongue. you tugged on his hair to get him closer, his nose bumping against you in the process. he brought a finger to your hole, slowly working it in against his tongue to get you used to the stretch before adding a second finger. it wasn’t long before he had your back arching up and your legs locking around his head as you fell apart. he pressed a kiss to your clit, smiling at the way it twitched and your breath shook before pulling himself back up to face you with a devilish grin. “gotta be quiet, princess. wouldn’t want to wake your brothers up, huh?” 

you pulled him down by his hair, bringing his lips to yours, tasting yourself on him. you brought one of your legs up to hook around his hips, lifting your hips in an attempt to gain friction against the large indent of his sweatpants. “not fair. why am i naked and you still have pants on?” you asked between kisses. “you want in my pants that bad?” 

“yes,” you softly whined, much to his surprise. “holy shit you actually said yes.” 

“of course i did, i want you to fuck me.” 

“whatever you say, princess.” he sat back on his knees momentarily, leaving you spread out before him. his hands paused at his waistband. “what, rin? please god don’t tell me you’re about to stop.” 

“no, i just wanna enjoy this. try to seal it in my memory. don’t wanna forget it. you look beautiful. you look beautiful clothed, too, don’t get me wrong. you just look nice when you’re not mad at me. even more so knowing your pretty lips are all kiss-swollen and your hair’s a mess and it’s all cause of me. doing wonders for my ego.”

“if there’s anything you don’t need it’s an ego boost.” 

“this entire night has been an ego boost, baby.” he pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants just enough for his cock to spring out, slapping against his stomach. your eyes went wide at the size. “holy shit,” you breathed. 

“like what you see?” he smirked. “yeah.” you stared at it, unblinking and with wide eyes. “okay now i’m getting self-conscious, why are you staring?”

“it’s just really big. and also not ugly.” it’s true. you think if there was a competition for prettiest dicks ever, he might win. “yeah? you think i’m pretty?” 

“why would i let you fuck me if i didn’t at least think you were pretty?”

“so you’re saying you’re madly in love with me?”

“can you cool it with the lovebombing? i’m getting cold and if you don’t fuck me soon i might go clinically insane.”

“aww, you want my cock that bad?”

“rintarou i swear to god if you don’t put that inside of me i’m literally gonna kick you out and send you back to my brothers butt ass naked and then you’ll- oh,” your train of thought ended halfway when he brought the tip up to your hole, making small circles with the head. he dragged it slowly from your weeping entrance to your clit, pressing himself against it just enough to see your broken whimpers. he lined himself up and pushed it in, inch by inch. 

he traced hearts along the side of your hip, hooking one of your legs over him as he pulled himself in and out little by little, letting you adjust. his other hand was drawing his own name against your clit, his mouth pressing soft kisses along your neck and collarbone. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, confirming that he could speed up, and settled into a steady rhythm. his hand moved from your hip up to cover your mouth when you started getting too loud, a necessary precaution to keep your family from waking up. 

your eyes rolled back and his pace picked up, losing uniformity and growing rapid and uncontrolled, back arching so far up into him that you may as well have snapped your spine as you came undone in sync with his release. he kissed your temple, the two of you catching your breath as he carefully pulled out and grabbed your discarded tanktop to wipe up the insides of your thighs. “seriously? my tanktop?” 

“you’ll live, you have a million tanktops.” 

“not gonna wipe off your dick?”

“nah. wanna wake up knowing you’re still on me. just a shame it’ll wash off when i have to shower tomorrow.” 

“whatever, freak.” he kissed you gently one last time before heading towards your bedroom door. “you love me.” 

“i’ll text you.” 

“nudes?” you laughed. “goodnight, rintarou.” 

“goodnight, princess.”

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— getting mind reading powers then being body slammed by rintarō’s thoughts aren’t really in your to-do list.

suna rintarō x telepath!f!reader

c/w: fluff fluff fluff fluff!! a bit suggestive, (unsaid) threats, cursing, dirty thoughts

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He is going to end them because this was his sacred show time, where his favourite of all favourite shows in the history of TV aired.

Yes, call him old fashioned.

In this day and age, he still enjoys watching live TV. Mostly because this this show hasn't dropped on any streaming service yet.

Or pirated website.

Believe him, he checks those out on an hourly basis.

His phone rings, for the upteenth time, and he blindly reaches behind him to grab it.

Without looking at the screen, he accepts the call and begins his rant.

"Now listen up you little-"

"Can you pick me up?"

Immediately, he softens. Your voice rings from other other end of the line, wobbly and breathy as if you were trying to hold back your tears.

Alarms go off in his mind, and he's fast on his feet, his show long abandoned.

"Hey, hey what's wrong?" He asks, stumbling over his own feet as he grabs his jacket from the back of a chair.

So much for chaos being useless.

He's never been happier he didn't put shit where it belonged.

"I hurt my foot, like really really bad and I can't walk now."

There's the distinct sound of chatter in the background, cars driving by in the middle of the night.

He concluded you must have been on your way back from work, and his heart aches at the sheer amount of pain your voice holds.

"S'okay sweetheart, I'll be right there yeah? Just send me your address," he promised, not even bothering to tie his laces properly as he raced down the stairs of his apartment building.

A deep, primal instinct flares up inside him, propelling him forward as he slams the entrance door open to head to his car.

He must look mad to anyone watching him, he's sure of it. His phone held to his ear as he babbled on and on, incoherent strings of sentences only you could possibly translate into something understandable.

But that's always how it has been with you two.

No one understood him like you did.

And no one showed up for you like he did.

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IT’S SO SWEET

KNOWING THAT YOU LOVE ME

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PAIRING :: Suna x Reader

CONTENT :: Reader cant sleep, Suna helps reader to sleep, that easy tbh

CONTENT WARNING :: none, purely fluff

Js a quick drabble tbh

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It was a cool spring night. You were laying in bed with your lover Suna Rintarou. The both of you embracing one another to use your body’s temperature as natural warmth.

You were wide awake though. Why? You didn’t know. You just were. Sure you need sleep, but what could you do for not being able to sleep?

“Y/n? Why’re you still up..?” He mumbled, noticing your distressed shifting.

“Can’t sleep.” You replied casually, yet exhausted, also slightly shivering from the cold. Sure it was spring, but that didnt mean it was gonna be super warm.

He let go of you for a second, still half awake, taking off his hoodie, wearing a black tee underneath, before handing it to you. After you put it on, he went back to embrace you, pressing soft kisses to your face.

“If you need anything, let me know…” he said in a deep tired voice.

“I will”

He put his hand up the hoodie to draw shapes on your bare back, to hopefully help you fall asleep easier.

It helped a lot.

He then pressed more soft and tender kisses to your face before eventually kissing your lips.

After pulling away you laid your head on his chest, letting him draw shapes on your back. You felt your eyes become heavier.

Before you knew it, you’d have fallen asleep. Comfortably in his embrace.

Suna kept drawing shapes for a bit before eventually removing his hand, pressing another kiss on your forehead.

Eventually he murmured a quick “Goodnight” before passing out with you in his embrace.

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A/N :: this was merely just a quick nighttime drabble cause it’s dark here as well and i thought ‘ok why not’

sunarin x fem! reader note: short rushed drabble-y thing i wrote while procrastinating homework. this is so self indulgent lol #freeme #ihateschool wc; 485

you could feel your boyfriend’s glare behind your back, staring at you from his place in your bed. choosing to ignore him, you turned on the noise canceling setting on your headphones as you scribbled furiously in your notebook. his sharp gaze soon became too much, causing you to finally take off your headphones and turn around to meet his eyes.

“what is it now?” 

he kept his silence, still staring straight through your soul. you sighed, and then turned back around to continue working on your homework. as you were sliding your headphones back on, he shot up and grabbed them off your head. 

“what the fuck rin? give it back!” 

“no, not until you close your damn notebook and come to bed.” so that’s what it was about.

“it’s due at 11:59, i need to finish it.” you fired back. 

“11:59 when?” 

“...sunday.” you admitted, looking back down at your notebook. he snatched it from you, simultaneously shutting your laptop as well. you sighed, and got up from your desk chair for the first time in hours. 

suna was by no means a star student, giving just enough effort to get by since high school, those habits continuing through now, as a university student. unfortunately for you, you were conditioned to get ahead with schoolwork, especially now with your major being one of the more difficult ones in stem. you two had met through a mutual friend, osamu miya, who you had tutored first semester freshman year when you were both in the same chemistry class. he had dragged suna to one of your tutoring sessions, as he was sick and tired of hearing him complain about his “terrible” calculus professor and how boring the class was. 

that changed real quick for him, now that you both were in the same lecture. he was a lot more motivated to come to class, and not because he was intrigued by derivatives. he would spend most of the hour observing you as you took notes, periodically showing you some stupid post on his instagram explore page, or random photos from his camera roll. one thing he could conclude for certain; you were the prettiest girl he had ever been blessed to cross paths with. 

you both were not ones for dating, never really having been in a serious relationship before, but suna could’ve sworn he was in love after a mere two weeks of knowing you. things moved pretty quickly after that, and you two didn’t have many issues in your relationship. other than the current predicament you were in. 

“babe, that is 5 days away. it is 11:23 pm. it is time for bed.” he wrapped his arms around your torso guiding you towards the bed. 

“rin i really wanted to get it done tonight.” 

“too bad, i’m tired and i can’t sleep without you.”

“that’s called codependence.”

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 | 𝖲. 𝖱𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 10 | 𝖣𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 | 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 | 𝖭𝖾𝗑𝗍

The six of you finally made it to Suna’s house.

After taking your shoes off at the front door, everyone followed him upstairs and into his room. His parents apparently were not going to be home for another few hours.

You were surprised by how big his room was.

It was clean too. Annoyingly clean.

His bed was neatly made, his desk was organized, and there were only a few scattered volleyball magazines and clothes here and there.

It felt very… Suna.

Quiet. Minimal. Kind of boring.

The six of you settled down in a circle on the floor, pulling out notebooks, textbooks, pencils, and random assignments. You placed your bag beside you and looked around at everyone.

“Okay, Atsumu,” you started, “begin with the homework you can do by yourself first. Leave the rest for me later.”

Atsumu groaned dramatically.

“You make it sound like I’m stupid.”

“You are stupid.”

“Mean.”

You ignored him and looked around at everyone else.

“You guys too, if you need help.”

“Okay, thank you,” Remi smiled.

Sana nodded too.

Even Suna muttered out a quiet, “Thanks.”

You blinked at him for a second.

Then looked away.

For a while, the room stayed relatively quiet.

The only sounds were pencils scratching against paper, pages turning, and Atsumu sighing dramatically every five minutes whenever he got stuck.

You had just started working on one of your own assignments when—

“Y/NNNN.”

You looked up immediately.

Atsumu was staring at you from across the circle like a child begging for attention.

“I need help with this,” he complained. “Please.”

You sighed and put your pencil down.

“Okay, let’s see.”

You got up from your spot and made your way over.

The twins shifted slightly to make room for you between them.

You squeezed into the space and leaned over Atsumu’s worksheet.

“What are you stuck on?”

“All of it.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You spent the next several minutes explaining the problem to him. Osamu occasionally chimed in just to insult Atsumu for not understanding basic math. Atsumu kept getting distracted halfway through.

You had to explain the same thing twice.

Then three times.

Then four.

Eventually, though, he finally seemed to understand.

“Ohhh,” Atsumu said slowly. “Okay, that actually makes sense.”

“See?” you said. “You’re not completely helpless.”

“Debatable,” Osamu muttered.

Atsumu glared at him.

You laughed quietly under your breath before standing back up.

“Well, there you go. That should help you out.”

Atsumu smiled up at you.

“Thank you.”

You nodded and started heading back toward your original spot.

But when you glanced up, you realized Suna was already looking at you.

You frowned slightly.

“What?”

He leaned back against the wall behind him.

“Can you help me too?” he asked. “I’m having trouble with English this time.”

You blinked.

“You?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Yes, me.”

You sat there for a second before nodding. Reluctantly, you were going to help him.

“Oh, su—”

“I can help.”

Everyone looked over at Sana.

She smiled as she shifted closer.

“I’m super good at English,” she said. “Here, let me see.”

She leaned forward slightly, trying to look over Suna’s shoulder at his paper.

But Suna shook his head.

“No, it’s fine.”

Sana paused.

“I like the way Y/N explains things,” Suna said casually. “Maybe next time. Thanks, though.”

Sana looked surprised for a second.

Then she smiled awkwardly and nodded.

“Oh. Okay.”

There was a weird pause after that.

Not long.

Just long enough for the room to feel slightly awkward.

Thankfully, you broke it before it could get worse.

You grabbed your notebook and moved over to where Suna was sitting.

“Okay,” you said as you sat down beside him. “What part don’t you understand?”

He slid the worksheet toward you.

“This.”

You looked down at it.

“Seriously? This is easy.”

“You’re so nice.”

“I know.”

You pointed to one of the questions.

“Okay, so basically, this word changes depending on the sentence. You have to pay attention to the tense first.”

Suna nodded slightly.

You kept explaining.

As you talked, you focused on the paper in front of you.

You didn’t notice that Suna had stopped looking at the worksheet entirely.

His eyes were on you instead. On the side of your face. The way your eyebrows furrowed slightly whenever you were trying to explain something. The way you absentmindedly tapped your pencil against the page. The way your voice softened without you realizing it.

It was strange.

Because Suna had spent so much time thinking you were annoying.

Loud. Irritating. Bossy.

But right now—

You didn’t seem annoying at all.

You seemed…

Different.

And that feeling in his chest was weird.

Not bad.

Just unfamiliar.

Like he was stuck in place and couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.

He barely heard a word you said for the last thirty seconds.

Finally, you looked up.

“So… do you get it now?”

Suna blinked.

You were closer than he realized.

Close enough that he could see the details of your face clearly.

Close enough that it made his chest feel strange all over again.

“Uh…”

He quickly looked away.

“No, sorry.”

He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck.

“Can you repeat it one more time?”

You stared at him for a second.

Then you nodded.

“It’s fine. Yeah, sure.”

You looked back down at the paper and started explaining again.

This time, Suna forced himself to pay attention.

Mostly.

A little while later, “Ahh, finally done!”

Remi stretched her arms above her head dramatically.

Everyone else looked up from their work.

“What should we do now?” she asked.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes.

“Beats me. I’m kind of hungry though.”

You looked over at Suna.

“Do you have any snacks?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Let’s just go downstairs and see what’s there.”

No one argued with that.

Everyone stood up and started making their way downstairs.

Atsumu immediately headed for the kitchen cabinets.

Osamu grabbed drinks out of the fridge.

Remi found a bag of chips.

Sana offered to help carry things to the table.

Within a few minutes, everyone was sitting around Suna’s dining room table with snacks spread out between you.

There were chips, cookies, crackers, juice, candy—basically anything that could be found in a kitchen.

Atsumu was already halfway through a bag of chips.

“Slow down,” Osamu said. “You eat like you’ve never seen food before.”

“I’m growing.”

“You’re literally done growing.”

You smiled to yourself and grabbed a cookie off the plate.

The conversation stayed light for a while.

Mostly just random things.

School.

Teachers.

Atsumu complaining about practice.

Remi talking about a movie she wanted to watch.

Sana slowly started getting more comfortable, laughing more often and talking a little louder now.

At one point, Atsumu told a story about falling asleep in class and accidentally snoring loud enough for the teacher to hear.

Everyone laughed.

Even Suna.

You looked at him for a second when you heard it.

His laugh was quieter than everyone else’s.

But still there.

The room eventually grew quieter after a while.

Not awkward.

Just calm.

Then Sana suddenly looked between you and Suna.

“So…” she started.

You looked up from your drink.

“I have to ask.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly.

“Ask what?”

Sana smiled nervously. “Are you and Suna dating?”

The room immediately went silent.

You stared at her.

Suna looked equally confused.

Atsumu started choking on his drink.

“What?” you asked.

“Sorry!” Sana said quickly, laughing awkwardly. “I know that’s kind of blunt. You guys just seem… close.”

You and Suna looked at each other. You held eye contact for a second.

Then another.

And then—

You burst out laughing.

“Never,” you said immediately.

You leaned back in your chair, still laughing.

“Like, if we were the last two people on Earth, I’d still stay away from him.”

Suna scoffed.

“Dating her would probably be the worst experience of my life,” he said.

You looked at him.

“And I’ve gone through a lot,” he added dramatically.

You laughed again.

“All she does is nag me,” he said teasingly.

You tilted your head.

“Like you don’t nag me?”

“You literally yell at me every day.”

“Because you’re annoying.”

“You’re annoying too.”

“You started it.”

“No, you did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

Remi, Atsumu, and Osamu were all laughing now as the two of you continued bickering back and forth.

“You’d cry if you had to date me,” you said.

“I absolutely would.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“You’re mean.”

“You’d survive.”

“Barely.”

Sana laughed so hard she had to cover her mouth.

“Okay,” she said between laughs, “forget I ever asked.”

You smiled.

“You guys are more like a divorced failed marriage.”

Everyone laughed again.

“I wouldn’t even marry him in the first place,” you shot back.

“Good,” Suna said. “Because I’d say no.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“You’re obsessed with me.”

“In your dreams.”

“Please.”

“You’d be lucky.”

You threw a napkin at him.

He caught it easily and smirked.

You rolled your eyes immediately.

Annoying.

You all stayed at the table for a little while longer after that.

The conversation shifted to random things again.

What classes everyone hated.

Weekend plans.

Practice schedules.

You had mostly stopped paying attention by then.

Instead, you leaned back in your chair and looked down at your phone when it buzzed in your lap.

Your eyes widened slightly.

“Oh, shoot.”

You stood up quickly.

“I have to go.”

“Already?” Atsumu asked.

You nodded.

“Yeah. I didn’t realize how late it was.”

You stood up fully and brushed the crumbs off your clothes.

“See you guys tomorrow.”

“Thanks for your help, Y/N!” Atsumu said.

“Yeah,” Suna added. “Thanks.”

You looked at him briefly before nodding.

“Whatever.”

You headed upstairs to grab your things.

Once your bag was packed, you headed back downstairs and slipped your shoes back on near the front door.

You were just about to leave when you heard footsteps behind you.

You turned around.

Osamu was standing there with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” he said. “Do you want me to walk you home?”

He gave you a small smile as he gently tapped your lower back.

You blinked at him.

“Oh, no. It’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” you reassured him. “I’ll be fine.”

Osamu sighed softly.

“Well, okay.”

He stepped back.

“Have a good night.”

“You too.”

You smiled a little.

“Goodnight.”

Then, with one last wave, you opened the front door and stepped out into the cool night air.

© 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌: 9𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗁𝖺