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toji for oomf

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That’s what you get for ditching me — ft. Toji Fushiguro

cw: wc 1.8k, NSFW, mdni, 18+, fem reader, fwb, toji calls the reader ‘kid’ and ‘little one’ as a pet name but the reader is very much an adult ! !, toji is obsessed with reader, mutual masturbation, a bit of spit kink, if there are typos ignore them 🙂‍↕️

To say Toji liked you was an understatement. After your first night together he wanted nothing more than to be inside you again, to taste you again, to feel your skin on his again. After a few more nights with you he got you a toothbrush to keep at his house, so you wouldn’t have to leave after the sex. One time you forgot your makeup remover and the next time he had gotten one just for you along with a box of cotton pads. Then, he dropped all his other hookups. So he didn’t just like you, he was pretty much obsessed. Toji doesn’t understand how it all happened, you entered his life and now everything is about you. Happened so quickly he didn’t even notice.

All of the things above brought him to this moment, sulking on a saturday evening alone at his house because you’re on a date with some random ass guy whose name Toji couldn’t care less to remember. He’s not jealous, he says to himself. He has no reason to be. You two are just friends and you assured him that, even if you started seeing the guy, you still wouldn’t be exclusive. So no, he’s not jealous. Toji just hopes that as you look in the guy’s ugly eyes you think of how many times you’ve complimented his green ones.

The familiar ding from your text notifications stops his overthinking and when he sees your text Toji can’t help but smirk to himself.

you: this date was shit

toji: yeah? that’s what you get for ditching me

Yeah okay, maybe he is a little jealous. Petty, too. Sometimes he makes you wonder if he really is the older one in your ‘‘relationship’’.

you: toji :(

toji: what do you want kid

you: are u home?

toji: what now you wanna come over?

you: please?

toji: ...

toji: the door’s open

toji: brat

He wishes he could show these texts to your date. A smug smile creeps on his face as he mumbles to himself how he won. He pours himself a glass of whiskey while waiting for you.

‘Can I come in?’ You ask as you open the door.

‘I’m in the kitchen,’ Toji says loud enough for you to hear from the doorway.

You make your way to him. He’s sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter, drink in hand.

You drop your purse on the floor, ‘Hey.’

‘Hey, kid,’ he eyes you, ‘All dolled up, let me see you,’ he motions you to turn around for him and you indulge him before sitting on the stool next to him.

You look amazing in your short dress, thigh highs and heels. You don’t need him to tell you so as his eyes do the talk for him. He offers you a glass which you gladly accept.

‘It was so bad, he was so bad,’ you take a sip from your glass.

Toji’s face contorts in a grimace as he imagines you with another guy. His hand moves to stroke your thigh, he needs you to know he’s there.

You complain about your date for a while as Toji smiles to himself knowing that at the end of the day he’s the one you’re going back to. He’s glad the guy was a dick and shit in bed, he doesn’t care how selfish that is of him.

‘These heels are killing me, too.’ You whine.

‘Come here,’ he slides his hand from your thigh to your ankle so he can loosen up the strap of your shoe and slip it off. He does the same with your other shoe and when he’s done his hand goes back to rest on your thigh.

You lean in to leave a quick peck to the scar at the corner of his lips, ‘Thanks, Toji.’

He fears his heart is going to burst everytime you do that, ‘You drive me insane,’ he mutters under his breath.

You giggle and give him another peck, right on his lips this time.

He grabs the stool you’re sitting on and pulls it closer to his until there’s no more space between them, his face so close to yours, ‘How about a real kiss now?’

You gulp, suddenly feeling your cheeks getting warmer. He’s leaning in slowly, your lips part on their own and he smirks against them before closing the gap completely. He grips your thigh as you bite his bottom lip, his other hand grabs your jaw and as he forces your mouth open, he slips his tongue in. Toji loves your lips. He thinks they were made just to be kissed, by him specifically. It didn’t matter if you were wearing liptstick, lip gloss or chapstick, he would kiss you anyway. You pull on his hair to move his face away from yours, in need of air. You’re both panting but Toji doesn’t seem to be bothered by it and soon his lips are on yours again. He’s addicted, he feels like he could live off of your kisses. You, on the other hand, you really do need air.

You pull his head again, ‘Wait,’ you puff, ‘Give me a moment, Toji.’

You're breathless, your lipstick is all smudged. Toji thinks you look stunning like this. He stands from his stool, picks you up and sits you on the counter. His hands travel with faint touches on your thighs, then under your dress. Your skin burns under his touch. He kisses your neck, leaving marks behind them. His hands grab your ass as he sucks on your skin at the base of your neck. A whimper escapes your lips and Toji smiles smugly against you. He gently slides the straps of your dress off of your shoulders, sending shivers down your body. He’s doing everything so painfully slow, you’re getting impatient. You’re starting to squirm under his every touch. He holds your face with one hand and kisses you. With the other hand he unfastens your bra and then moves to massaging your boobs, fingers playing with one nipple then the other. You’re gripping his tshirt, pulling him closer. He breaks the kiss and lowers himself to leave more kisses to your chest, this time. He licks one of your nipple then sucks on your boob. More whimpers leave your lips as you feel his tongue on your skin, warm and wet. His fingers ghost over your skin failing to ever really touch you. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. He’s playing with you and you know it. You move to unbuckle his belt.

‘Eager, little one?’ He teases you. His hand under your dress, grazing your inner tight, so close to where you’d like it to be but not quiet there yet.

You unzip his pants, ‘Quit playing,’ you let them fall to the ground and you palm his erection through his boxers, ‘Need more.’

‘Ask nicely,’ his thumb brushes over your clit and your body follows his hands in search for more.

‘Please, Toji,’ you say.

‘Mhm,’ he kisses your jaw, ‘Please what?’

You slip your hand in his boxer and curl your finger around his cock, making him groan in return, ‘Please touch me.’

He lifts your dress up and then slips it off of you completely. His hand moves in your underwear and his fingers glide between your folds. He slips a finger inside your cunt and, at the same time his thumb starts massaging your clit, he slips another digit in.

‘Were you this wet for him, too?’ He asks continuing to play with your body, making you moan nonstop.

You shake your head.

His fingers keep curling inside you, ‘Did he touch you like this?’, he hits the right spot again and again, a loud cry comes out of your lips, ‘Did he touch you how you like to be touched?’

You shake your head frantically trying to remain concentrated on stroking his dick but really, the only thing on your mind, is how his long fingers fill you up. How he really knows what you like and how you like it.

He holds your jaw, ‘Answer me with words, Y/n.’

‘N–No,’ you’re panting and there’s drool coming out of your mouth.

‘I know your body better than anyone,’ Toji whispers in your hear.

You grind on his fingers, ‘Even better than me.’

That strikes something inside of him and in a second his lips clash with yours, kissing you feverishly as he toys with your clit and his digits keep moving in and out of you in a rush. He bites your bottom lip and you can feel his hand all over your body as with the other one he curls his finger to reach that specific spot inside of you. Your body shakes in pleasure. You’re making all kinds of sounds and Toji is eating every single one of them as he moves his lips on yours.

‘Aw, doll,’ Toji says, ‘Already coming?’

‘S—shut up,’ you mutter under your breath.

Your hand on his cock gets slower as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climate. Toji doesn’t mind the way you’re starting to neglet him, right now he’s only interested in making you feel good, to remind you he’s the best fuck you’ll ever have no matter how many other guy you sleep with. He licks the saliva that’s sliding down your chin and leaves more wet kisses along your jaw and neck. You’re catching your breath, mouth agape. Toji loves when you’re breathless and disheveled because of him. He wishes he could take a picture of you right now, the lipstick that was on your lips is barely visible now, your hair is a mess, your cunt filled by his fingers, one hand gripping his tshirt and the other around his dick. You look perfect like this. He slips his thumb in your mouth, keeping it open, he presses down on your tongue and spits inside. It wasn’t the first time he did that but it still took you by surprise. Your fingers on his cock stop altogether and you look at him confused, you swallowed it nonetheless.

‘Don’t make that face, kid,’ he grazes your cheek with his thumb still damp from your mouth, ‘I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit.’

Your eyes widen and your cunt clamps thight on his fingers, a broken cry comes out of you as you finally reach your high.

Toji brings his fingers to his mouth and licks the cum off of them, ‘You’re so filthy,’ he smirks, ‘Cumming from that.’

You avoid his gaze feeling ashamed and Toji smiles.

‘Don’t get shy on me now,’ he rubs his tip against your clit, ‘We’re not done yet.’

notes: the ‘i know your dying with is to be baptized in my spit’ is actually lyrics from the song ‘funeral gray’ by waterparks ! !

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji #toji smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #minors dni #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen

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thanks everyone for all the love y'all are leaving on my posts 🥹 lately i've been a little busy with studying but i'm slowly writing a toji one shot and another suna one so expect those in the near future ! ! 🫧🫧

#haikyuu #jjk #haikyuu x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna rintarou #suna x you #jjk x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk toji

[sunafc]

short king of the century

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THE MAN THAT HE IS ⋆.°🧸๋ྀི࣭⭑ KEIJI

bestfriend!akaashi who carries your bag to your classroom and makes sure you sit comfortably on your designated seat before going to his class.

bestfriend!akaashi who always has a backup of your favorite food whenever you feel hungry.

bestfriend!akaashi who ties your hair when it gets on your face. he is gentle when it comes to your body.

bestfriend!akaashi who shields you from bokuto’s incessant flirting. he denies having any feelings for you (he certainly does).

bestfriend!akaashi who lets you lay your head on his shoulder when you fall asleep under the cherry blossom tree of fukurodani academy.

bestfriend!akaashi who gets jealous when you laugh at bokuto’s jokes. he can’t make you giggle that loud.

bestfriend!akaashi who gets flustered whenever you hug him, kiss him on the cheeks, or any physical touch you initiate.

bestfriend!akaashi who memorizes all your likes, dislikes, strengths, and weaknesses. he knows what to makes you smile, shiver in disgust, bring confidence in you, and shed a tear. he knows you better than he knows himself.

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i. Just found your blog and I like soul eater, wait can I request a death the kid doodle!?

yay yippee

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pepsi’s writing dump 🫧

i write sometimes when i have the time ! ! here’s my masterlist

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pepsi’s masterlist

haikyuu:

Seems like you fell for me again — Suna Rintarou x reader

Can I get a kiss please — Suna Rintarou x reader

jjk:

Don’t act like you care — Gojo Satorou x reader

That’s what you get for ditching me — Toji Fushiguro x reader

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #suna x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo x reader smut #gojo x reader #toji smut #toji x reader

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Can I get a kiss, please? —ft. Suna Rintarou.

cw: wc 1k, college au? idk but they are not in high school, there’s a little bit of cheating kinda, friends to lovers, suna is deeply in love and he has a breakdown because u wear his tshirt.

Suna hates many things. He hates getting up from bed in the morning, hates small talks, hates when practice gets extended, he hates when the shop close to his dorm is out of jelly fruit sticks and the list could go on forever but what he hates the most at the moment is you. He hates how comfortable you got with him during your years of friendship because now you’re standing in front of him, after taking a shower in his bathroom and wearing nothing but his tshirt on top of your underwear, urging him to move and give you some space to sit on the couch. You’re so comfortable with him that you sit right next to him, so close your knees are touching. Your hand on his thigh as you lean in to show him pictures on your phone, fingers grazing the hem of his shorts, so close he can only smell the scent of his shampoo in your hair. You’ve gotten too comfortable. He’s not even sure what you’re talking about, he’s trying to listen to you, he wants to listen to you, but you’re too close. He’s trying to paying attention to whatever is showing on the screen of your phone, but you in his tshirt smelling like his shampoo is just too much. Your touch sends sparks through his body and he can feel something in his stomach, it twists and burns and it makes him want to scream or maybe cry. He hates that you don’t notice what you’re doing to him.

You tap your hand on his thigh, ‘Look, look!’

He gets brought back to reality and a laugh escapes his lips as you show him a video of Atsumu tripping on a rock.

You put away your phone and turn to face Suna, giving him your full attention. He swallows, he’s having trouble breathing.

‘Sunarin,’ you say and he waits for you to say something else but you don’t. You’re just looking at him. He can feel that thing in his stomach move all the way to his spine and he can’t move.

‘Is everything alright?’ You ask, looking a little worried.

He nods, not daring to open his mouth yet.

‘Are you sure you don’t have a fever or something?’ You bring a hand to his forehead, ‘You’re a little weird.’

He scoffs and pushes your hand away, ‘I’m not weird.’

‘Mhm, just a little,’ you smile and turn back to your original position. You switch on the television and brows through netflix looking for a movie to watch.

Without your eyes staring into his soul, Suna feels like he can breathe a little bit easier.

‘Tell me about Yuki,’ you say tapping your fingers on the remote.

‘What about her?’ Suna could not care less about any other person when you were with him. You would occupy every single one of his thoughts. It was actually the same even when you weren’t with him too.

‘You know, how’s it going? Is she nice?’

Suna also hates the way you’re not at all bothered if he dates other people, you’re actually curious about it.

‘She was alright I guess,’ he extends a hand to you, he grazes your arm, he doesn't want to talk about other relationships he only wants to stay with you, ‘We went out like twice then I broke it off.’

Suna was always like that, there were plenty of people who asked him out but no one ever lasted more than three dates. Not when every time he would kiss someone he imagined it was you. After a while you just stopped asking him why he would not put in the effort.

‘I’m thinking of breaking up with Haruto,’ you say suddenly.

Just the sound of that name is enough to make Suna feel nauseous.

‘Thank God,’ another thing that Suna hates is Haruto. Not because he’s jealous, no, but because the guy is actually a shit boyfriend to you, ‘What happened?’

‘You know, the usual,’ you drop the remote and turn to Suna again, ‘We fought again because he’s jealous of you, says I spend more time with you than him,’ you roll your eyes, ‘He thinks I’m cheating.’

Suna can’t help the smirk forming on his lips, knowing you want to break up with your boyfriend because of him does something to him. Maybe he’s a little selfish and maybe he shouldn't be so happy about it, but he thinks it’s alright for this one time.

‘I don’t even know why you stayed with him for so long.’

You lower your gaze, ‘It was nice, he was nice,’ you say, ‘When we didn’t fight.’

‘He’s right though,’ Suna says.

‘What?’ Your eyes lock into his, feeling betrayed.

Suna shrugs, ‘You do spend more time with me.’

You jokingly punch his shoulder, ‘Shut up!’

‘Are you sad?’ Suna asks you turning serious.

‘About Haruto?’

Suna nods and waits for your answer.

You furrow your brow in thought before shaking your head, ‘He was an asshole anyway, but if it means you’ll comfort me,’ you smile, ‘With cuddles and forehead kisses...’ you sigh and put a fake pout on your face, ‘Oh, I’m so sad Sunarin.’

You’re slowly killing him, he’s sure that’s your goal for the night. Slowly stabbing him with every word and every look you’re giving him. You’re looking up at him and you’re just too pretty as you ask for his attention.

He sighs, ‘You know there’s no need to act,’ he pulls you closer and with a newfound confidence he lets you sit between his legs as you face each other, ‘If you want hugs and kisses you just have to ask.’

Maybe he didn’t think that through, because now your legs are around his torso and your skin brushes against his back where his tshirt is slightly lifted. You’re way too close now. He doesn’t know where to put his hands, definitely not your thighs though. He opts to just lazily put his arm around your body.

‘Okay then,’ you run your fingers through his hair, ‘Can I get a kiss, please?’

With that, the thing in his stomach returns and it stretches to his throat making it impossible for him to talk. He’s sure you can feel the way he’s slightly shaking and the sound of his heart pounding in his chest. He thinks of asking you to repeat, but he heard you right and he doesn’t want to risk you changing your mind. He leans in as one of his hands make its way to the base of your neck. He can feel your breath on him. Your fingers still in his hair. Your noses are touching. He feels high, maybe a little dizzy. Just a little closer and your lips would be touching. You’re not running away, you want this too. It feels like you’ve been in this position for hours, the wait is agonizing. He wonders how your lips will taste, maybe like the blackberry chapstick you always wear. He wonders if your lips are as soft as they look.

‘Stop joking around,’ you break the silence.

His other hand grazes your cheek and then his thumb traces your bottom lip, ‘I’m not.’

‘Rin, please,’ you whisper.

Oh, how he loves the desperation in your tone. If only you knew for how long he craved this too. Just when you think he’s finally closing the gap, he gives you a quick peck at the corner of your mouth.

‘I can’t, Y/n,’ he says lowering his head, ‘Not when you’re not mine.’

He hugs you, thightly, burying his head in your neck.

‘I’m sorry,’ you say, ‘I shouldn’t have asked for that.’

You can feel him shaking his head lightly, ‘I wanted to,’ he says.

You wanted it too, more than anything you ever wanted.

Suna can feel the thing in his throat threaten to leave his body through his mouth, ‘I love you,’ he blurts out and shocked by his own words his head jerks up, ‘I—’

‘Sunarin,’ you stop him and every thoughts that was starting to form in his mind, ‘It’s okay,’ you cup his face, ‘I love you, too,’ you lay your forehead on his, ‘I’ll make it up to you.’

He hugs you again, ‘You’ll be mine?’

You hum and nod your head.

Now that you knew of his feelings, that thing in his stomach, in his spine, in his throat, is gone. He still doesn’t dare to touch your thighs, though, and the smell of his shampoo on you still makes him weak at the knees. Next time you’ll see each other you’ll be his and then he will kiss you. He can imagine how it will be, he imagined it so many times before. He smiles as he gets comfortable in your arms.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna x you #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintarō #sunarin #haikyuu x y/n

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baby is not a baby anymore🎉

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Seems like you fell for me again — ft. Suna Rintarou.

cw: wc 3k, fem reader, time skip au kinda, exes to lovers, lovesick suna.

You lay on the couch letting out a sigh. You take a look at the furniture in your apartment. It’s placed randomly around the room, cardboard boxes are everywhere, the shelves and the walls are completely empty. The couch you’re on is so out of place, in the middle of the room, and you don’t even have curtains on your windows yet. It’s a big mess and it looks kinda sad. You can hear your phone ringing, it’s on the kitchen counter. It takes you a few seconds to get up and walk to it. It’s a call.

‘Sunarin <3’

You read it again, to be sure. But then again, as strange as it may be, you were kind of expecting it. You accept the phone call and bring your phone to your ear, swiftly moving your hair out of the way.

‘Hello?’ You say.

‘Hi,’ he replies and, as you hear his voice, you let out a deep breath. His voice is a bit deeper than the last time you heard it. You can hear him taking in some air, he’s going to say something, but you don’t hear anything. He doesn’t say anything. You can hear the sound of his steps as he nervously walks back and forth.

‘Suna...’ You say. You can’t hear his steps anymore, he stopped.

‘Yeah, I’m here,’ he says and swallows his saliva, ‘So, you are back.’

You assumed this was the reason behind the call.

You had gotten back in Japan just a few days earlier. You and Suna used to live in the same neighborhood when you were in high school so, when you got back in the country and went to see your parents, you also happened to meet Suna’s mom who was taking out the trash. She greeted you, she asked you how you’ve been. It made you feel nostalgic from when you were only sixteen, you would visit her house almost everyday because any excuse was good enough to see Suna. She asked you if you’d seen his son, you told her not yet. You hadn’t even told him you were back, but you figured now his mom was going to let him know.

‘Mhm.’ You mumble, nodding as if he could see you. You lean on the counter, waiting for him to say something but, again, you can only hear faint sounds of him moving around. It’s as if you had him right in front of you, you could vividly imagine him in his house, on the phone with you. He has a hand in the pocket of his sweats as the other holds the phone, he’s walking around the room with his head thrown back as he looks at the cieling.

He takes a deep breath, ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘Oh, Suna...’

You have thought of it, of telling him you were coming back. Doubts flooded your mind and you were still weighing the options today.

‘We haven’t talked in so long, I—’ Your voice dies in the back of your throat, ‘I didn’t know if you wanted to know.’

‘I did.’

You’re not sure what to say to that, so you say nothing. You can hear the sound of water being poured in a glass, then you hear him drink it down.

‘Can I see you?’ He asks in a whisper.

‘Yeah, of course.’ You say softly and you can feel a smile forming on your face.

When the phone call ends you stare outside the window lost in thoughts. The realization of how much you’ve missed him just now sinking in as you remember your break up years ago.

You had told Suna about going to college abroad months prior to your graduation. You were walking together after his volleyball practice. He was holding your hand and you were looking at your shoes as you told him.

He stopped walking, ‘You’re leaving?’

You looked at him with tears already forming in your eyes, ‘It’s a great opportunity Rin...’

‘Oh no yeah I know, sweet girl, and I want you to go, obviously,’ he got closer to you and wiped your tears, ‘I’m just going to miss you.’

‘I'll miss you too.’ You said and you couldn’t help the tears from falling down your cheeks.

‘What are you so sad about, I thought this was what you wanted... and besides, it’s just for a few years,’ he hugged you and ran his fingers through your hair, ‘Are you going to miss me that much?’

You stepped away from him, ‘I think it’s best if we break up.’

For a moment he doesn’t say anything. It’s just you two standing on the sidewalk as the cars pass by in the street. Then you could see his eyes getting glossy and you wanted to move, to get closer to him, to get back in his arms, to tell him you take it back. Your legs wouldn’t move and no sound was coming out of your mouth.

‘Why?’ He asked fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie.

‘I—’ more tears fell from your eyes, ‘We won’t be able to see each other and,’ your heart was physically hurting, as if it was continiously being stabbed, ‘I’ll be busy with studying and you’ll be busy with volleyball...’

A car passes by outside your window, bringing you back to reality. Suna agreed to meet you at your apartment and help you moving in. You go to your room to get changed out of your sleepwear, anxiety starts growing inside you at the thought of seeing Suna again after so long. You start wondering what he’ll think of you now, of how he’s changed. What does he look like now? Is he taller? Did he change his haircut? You think that maybe you look a little lame, you’re still tired from the long flight and the dark circles under your eyes don’t help your case. It all feels like when you were just a teenager with a silly crush on your neighbor, when you’d spend hours deciding what to wear the next day to school just so his gaze would linger on you a little longer. You take one last look at yourself in the bathroom mirror before deciding that your hair looks fine enough and then, your doorbell rings.

You open the door and you’re met with his beautiful green eyes. You fight the urge to run in his arms and you try to hide the smile creeping up on your face.

‘Hi,’ you say letting him in, ‘Sorry for the mess.’

You take a better look at him, he is taller and his hair is shorter. It suits him, you think.

‘Hey,’ he greets you, he takes off his shoes, ‘You look good.’

You smile, ‘I think I’ve looked better, but thank you.’

He goes wandering around every room to check out your apartment. In your bathroom he notices the toothpaste you have sitting on your sink, it’s still the same brand you used to buy when you were younger. In your bedroom he takes a look at your bedsheets, they are the same you had on your old bed when he slept at your house for the first time.

‘Do you want something to drink?’ You ask from the kitchen. You open the fridge, ‘I don’t have much to offer though...’ you mutter under your breath.

‘Mh...’ he takes a peak inside your fridge sneaking behind you, he grabs the cranberry juice bottle and studies it, ‘This seems nice.’

You smile and move to get him a glass, ‘Here.’

‘This place is cool,’ he takes a sip of the red drink, ‘You just need to settle in, right now it looks a bit... anonymous.’

‘Yeah I’m just a little overwhelmed, still so many things to unpack and all that furniture to move...’

The awkwardness from your phone call is soon replaced by the familiarity of being together. You catch up on each other lives, he tells you about his volleyball team and his matches, you tell him about your studies and your exams. He’s happy, you notice. He has a genuine smile on his face as he tells you about his latest practice. You’re happy too, that he’s here. That he’s talking to you, you’re happy to listen to him. Happy to see him, to notice all the little habits he still has. The way he taps his fingers on the glass he’s holding as he talks, how he leans back in the chair he’s sitting on, the way he keeps intense eye contact with you for a few seconds, that feel like hours, just to move his gaze somewhere else and catch you staring when he looks back at you. You’re happy to see he’s, somehow, the same old Suna Rintarou you once knew.

‘Enough about volleyball,’ he gets up from the chair, ‘I’ve come here to help.’

So you get to work and after a couple of hours the room looks completely different to what it looked like that morning. Your sofa is still in the middle of the room, but now there’s a low table in front of it and the beautiful carpet your mom gifted you is beneath it. All the cardboard boxes are piled in a corner still waiting to be emptied, but at least it’s tidier. Suna helped you move every piece of forniture exactly where you wanted and now, your windows even have curtains.

‘Way better.’ You say with both your hands on your hips, looking satisfied.

Suna hums beside you, ‘So what do I get for helping you?’

‘Oh and here I thought you just wanted to spend time with me,’ you roll your eyes at him, ‘What would you like? And don’t joke about anything sexual, you idiot.’

‘Ah, too bad then...’ He smirks then his expression changes to something more sincere, ‘How about you stop calling me Suna, mh?’

You know exactly what he means and you can feel your cheeks getting warmer, you avoid his gaze as you say ‘Alright, Rin.’

You don’t miss the shit-eating grin that forms on his face, and you can’t help but smile yourself. Suna suppresses the temptation to pick you up and spin you around, to hold you, to get closer to you and to vomit a love confession right there in that instant. He prides himself in being good at hiding his true feelings, so he acts indifferent and tells you it’s time for him to go but, when you walk him to the door and say bye to him, the sun is hitting you just the right way. Your kind eyes look even prettier and you look drop-dead gorgeous, he feels like sixteen again wearing his heart on his sleeve for you.

He can’t help the words from escaping his lips as he leaves and says, ‘Bye, love you.’ And he doesn’t even realize what he’s saying because his mind feels like any teenage girl’s notebook: filled with heart doodles and your name on every page, written in pink glittery gel pen.

You on the other hand, you realize what he’s saying, your mind is muddled with thousands of different thoughts running wild and your heart is racing. You wonder why he said that and you find yourself overthinking once again.

You close the door and let out a loud groan.

—

It’s been almost a week since that ‘Bye, love you.’. Suna came to your house again, he helped you some more, there are only a couple of cardboard boxes left to unpack. Now when you look at your apartment, it feels like you. There are pictures on the wall, books on the shelves, colorful notes sticking to your fridge with magnets of every shape. Your bathroom cabinet filled with products and in your bedroom, you already formed a pile of clothes on a chair. Suna even helped you with your grocery for the week and yet, no one addressed those two words. Now it’s getting late but you’re not tired yet. You’re laying on your couch watching some show on netflix when your phone starts ringing and, as you read ‘Sunarin <3’ on the screen, it all feels like déjàvu.

‘Hello.’ You answer. You wait for a response on the other line but you can only hear the noise of cars passing by and people talking in the background.

‘Hi?’ You try again and this time you can hear Suna asking someone if it’s your voice he heard, then you hear someone else saying ‘Shut yer trap, Suna.’

Someone finally talks to you, ‘Hi, Y/n, it’s Samu.’

‘Oh, hey, is everything alright?’

‘Yeah look, we went out to drink and Suna here got a little too tipsy.’

You can hear Suna and Atsumu arguing but you can’t make out the exact words, still, the mental image makes you smile.

‘He wants to see ya.’ Osamu says.

You hear Suna in the background asking to talk to you, Osamu probably moves the phone away from him as you hear vague noises in the distance.

‘Should I take him home or can I bring him to ya?’

Your brain is slower than your mouth and the words just escape from your lips as you tell Osamu your new address.

When the doorbell rings you rush to the door and you’re met with Atsumu, in the back you see Suna with an arm around Osamu’s shoulders as they carefully make their way to your apartment.

As soon as Suna lays his eyes on you a grin shows up on his face and you can’t help but reciprocate it. The twins leave the boy in your care before saying their goodbyes. You close the door behind you and when you turn around you’re quick to be engulfed by Suna’s arms. He was always a clingy person, and even more so when drunk. You missed being embraced by him, his warmth, his touch, him.

‘I missed you while you were gone.’ He says as he thigthens his arms around your body.

It feels like he’s ripping your heart from your chest with his bare hands.

‘Did you miss me too?’ He asks with pleading eyes.

When you broke up with him, when you left, you also left a part of you behind. A part of you that, by then, was not yours anymore but Suna’s.

You avert your gaze from him, ‘Come on, let’s go, you need water,’ you try to push him towards your kitchen, ‘Please, Rin.’

You get him to sip some water then you walk him to the bathroom. You make him sit on the edge of the bathtub, in front of the sink, and you push his hair back with a headband.

‘I’m gonna wash your face, you’re sweaty and you stink.’

He nods to that, he let’s you do wathever you want, happy that you’re there with him, that you’re paying attention to him. You do your whole skincare routine on his face as it reminds you about the many times he did it for you. When you’re done, you place little dots of moisturizer on his skin then start massiging it to spread it out evenly. Suna is keeping his eyes closed, giving you the chance to admire his face and skin as much as you want. You trace the shape of his eyebrows, his cheekbones, his nose and you can’t stop your thumb from grazing his lips.

His eyes flutter open in an istant and you run from his gaze lowering your head. He slides his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. His hands creeps inside your tshirt to feel your bare skin. He caresses your waist and your lower back, you feel your skin tingling under his touch.

You grab one of his wrists to stop him, ‘Rin...’

He moves his hand from your waist to your hand, he moves up and his long fingers trace meaningless shapes on your inner arm. The air around you seems getting hotter.

‘Can I kiss you?’ He asks.

Your eyes widen and you quickly put an hand over his chest to be sure he won’t move, your heart is racing so fast you swear it’s going to break your ribcage. You want to say yes, you want to feel his lips against yours again, you want his hands in your hair as he pulls you closer to deepen the kiss, you want him biting your bottom lip, you want him grinning against your face, you want to feel his hot breath on you as he tells you he loves you in the middle of the kiss, you want to tell him you love him too. You want to tell him you never stopped loving him.

‘You’re drunk.’ Is what you say.

‘I wanted to kiss you when I was sober too,’ he cups your face with one hand, ‘I always want to kiss you.’

‘You need to sleep.’ You say, but your gaze doesn’t move from his lips.

‘Please,’ he whispers, ‘Just a peck?’

You really want to say yes. He’s looking up at you with half lidded eyes, his lips almost pouting and he just looks too cute with your pink headband holding back his hair. Your thumb graze past his bottom lip again and, before you can stop yourself, you’re lowering your face on his. When your noses meet it’s too late to turn back, you feel his breath on you and your lips part on their own. Soon his lips are on yours. It really is just a peck and it lasts only a few seconds, yet it still makes you feel the butterflies in your stomach and crave for more. You give him another quick peck before caving in and kiss him. You put your arms around his neck and Suna’s hand on your face moves to your nape to keep your head still as he wastes no time slipping his tongue in. His grip on your waist thightens and he pulls your whole body closer. You’re so into the kiss you both forget Suna’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub so, when you lean on him as he pulls you closer, he falls back bringing you with him.

‘Rin oh my god!’ You check if he hit his head, ‘Are you okay?’

He laughs and reassures you everything is alright, he cups your face and gives you another peck, ‘Seems like you fell for me again,’ he says that with a sly mirk, ‘Quite literally.’

You push his hands away, ‘You fell too!’

‘So you’re not denying it?’ He promptly asks.

‘Let’s talk about it tomorrow, alright?’ You say after taking a deep breath. You get out of the bathtub and you reach out to him with your hand, ‘Time for bed.’

He grabs your hand and leaves the bathtub, ‘Y/n?’

‘Mh?’ You murmur as you look for a tshirt for him to change into.

‘I lov—’

You throw the tshirt in his face, ‘Don’t say it. Tell me tomorrow.’

He smiles at you and pulls you in a hug, ‘Okay, don’t worry, I will remember.’

You smile hugging him back, ‘You better.’

#haikyuu #suna x reader #suna x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou #suna rintaro haikyuu #sunarin #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintarō #inarizaki #inarizaki x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you

[sunafc]

Don’t act like you care — ft. Gojo Satoru.

cw: nsfw, wc 4k, fem reader, college au, fwb, smut, a bit of angst but with a happy ending (i promise!), gojo is a coward.

You ponder if you’ve somehow angered the universe. That morning, as you were trying to study, your lovely upstairs neighbours decided it was a great idea to vacuum the whole place and move every single piece of forniture they owned. Then, when you thought you could have lunch, your kitchen stove just stopped working and you had to resolve to just warm up something in the microwave. Now you just got out of the shower, you think you can have a moment of peace and take care of your body — the doorbell rings. You groan as you put on a clean tshirt and rush to the door, your hair still drenched. You look through the peephole and, when you’re met with Gojo Satoru waiting on your doorstep, you’re sure you’ve somehow angered the universe.

You open the door, “What are you doing here?”

Gojo pretends not to hear you and enters the apartment. He eyes you up. He notices the way you shirt is getting dump because of your hair, the way it barely covers your underwear and how your legs are completely naked. He can’t help impure thoughts from forming in his mind and he’s sure you can see the carnal desire in his eyes. But he’s quick to cast those feelings away, he’s not here for that today. He walks past you and towards the bathroom. You hate the way he’s so aquainted to your flat. Moving in it as if it was his own.

You follow him, “Stop ignoring me, what are you doing here?”

“You’re getting the floor all wet, angel.” He says as he hands you your towel.

Seriously, you hate him and his stupid pet names. You snatch the towel from his offering hand, “Did I forget you were coming over?” You’re sure it’s not that, otherwise you would definitely remember, but there aren’t many other reasons why he should be in your apartment.

“I’m moving in here.”

You furrow your brows in confusion, “Are you trying to make a joke?” You let out a fake laugh and he just smiles at you.

“I’m not joking,” he says, “The other dorm is getting renovated and I got reassigned here.”

Now you wonder if in your past life you’ve been some kind of criminal, a really awful person, to deserve Gojo Satoru, of all people, to move in with you. You probably had worse roommates yeah, but at least they weren’t someone you’ve slept with. It had started exactly seven months earlier, you hooked up once and it just kept happening. And then, a few months in, you realized you’re not built for this type of relationship with no feelings, but you just couldn’t stay away from him— and even if you could, apparently the universe had something different planned for you.

You’re too tired to complain aloud, “Do what you have to do, you know which one is the empty room.”

As you dry your hair with the towel your tshirt lifts up, giving Gojo full view of your waist and panties. All his resolve to stop his lustful thoughts flies out the window.

He locks eyes with you, “You might want to start wearing pants around here now that you don’t live alone anymore.”

“Whatever,” you hold the eye contact as if it was some kind of challenge and you throw the towel over your shoulder, “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

He snickers, “That’s true,” he gets closer to you, “But I might think you’re trying to provoke me.”

He’s just a few inches away from you. He tucks your hair behind your ear and his fingers brush against your skin. You find yourself following his touch. He lays a hand on your lower back and leans in to kiss you. He urges your mouth open, wasting no time slipping his tongue in. You can’t focus on anything but his voraciousness. He bites your bottom lip and you moan in his mouth. He forces you back until you meet the wall — the towel that was on your shoulder is long forgotten on the floor. Gojo’s hands make their way in your wet hair. He lets you take a breath as he leaves a trace of sloppy wet kisses along your jaw and then your neck. His knee is now between your thighs, pressing on your clothed cunt. He sucks at the base of your neck, dead set on leaving a mark. His touch on you makes you lose your mind. You keep moaning and you slowly grind on his thigh, longing for the tiniest bit of friction.

“Trying so hard,” he whispers in your ear, “Should I help you?”

You nod sheepishly. He picks you up to lay you on the couch and crawls on top of you.

His fingers play with the edge of your underwear, “Can I?” He asks.

You kiss him, “Please.”

He slides your panties off, feels your ass up and caresses your inner thighs. He hasn’t done anything yet and you’re already a squirming mess under his touch.

“You’re so cute, Y/n.”

“Stop teasing me and start doing some—”

He takes your jaw in one hand and slips his thumb in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, “Patience, there’s no rush.”

Your drool starts dripping down from the corner of your mouth to his fingers.

“Lick it off.” He commands, slipping his thumb out but without letting go of your jaw.

You obey and clean the spit off of his fingers with your tongue, looking at him from under your lashes. When you’re done you take his thumb back inside your mouth and you suck on it. With his free hand Gojo traces meaningless shapes on your inner thigh.

He glides two fingers across your folds, “You’re so cute,” he says again, “Already so wet.”

Without warning he slips a finger in. You let out a moan and Gojo hums to himself. He inserts another finger in and starts thrusting them in and out roughly. The most delightful sounds escape from your lips.

The hand that was holding your jaw moves to cup your face, Gojo strokes your cheek making an even bigger mess with your drool, “That feels good mh?” He pulls you in for a kiss that quickly becomes desperate and filthy. His fingers keep entering your hole and his thumb plays with your clit, “Tell me, angel, let me know how good I make you feel.”

“So good!” You cry, lewd sounds fall from your lips, “F—fuck Toru—”

You sound so desperate, Gojo can feel his dick twitching in his boxers. You’re just so helpless and miserable, all at his mercy. He needs to see you breaking on his cock. He stops fingering you abruptly.

You gasp, suddenly feeling empty, “Wh—why?”

He licks his fingers clean, “It’s not time to come yet."

He takes off his clothes and, holding you by your waist, he positions you between his legs. His tip so close to your entrance. He slips in in a swift motion, gaining a squeal from you. He starts slow but he’s soon thrusting at a faster pace. Your eyes flutter shut.

“Look at me,” he holds your face with one hand, “Look at how good I’m fucking you.” He brings both his hands back to your sides, fingers pressing hard into your hip bones as he guides your body into his. He moves your leg over his shoulder to reach deeper into you. The way your cunt cleanches around him makes Gojo feel dizzy.

“Shit baby, so thight.”

Jolts of pleasure keep running through your whole body, “Toru.” You moan his name. Again and again. Your nails dig into the blanket on the sofa as he keeps hitting all the right spots. He’s thrusting deeper and faster every second, the room is filled by the slaps of your skin meeting and the sinful moans and whines you’re making.

“F—fuck Toru, slow down!” You shriek.

“Are you close? Feels so good you’re already cumming?” He drops his face down to yours, “C’mere,” and he kisses you. He sucks on your tongue and your cunt flutters. His teeth sink in your tongue, hard, and you gasp loudly as you come undone on his dick.

“Wh—what was that for?” You ask in between pants, still processing your orgasm.

He shrugs, now grinding into you slowly, “Wasn’t on purpose.”

You scoff, “Sure it wasn’t.”

He slides out of you gently. “Get on your knees.” He instructs staring vehemently into your eyes with his piercing blue ones. You feel like you could come again just for that. You oblige and open your mouth before he can ask you to.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He smiles satisfied. He holds your hair in a messy ponytail in his hand, he settles his cock on your warm tongue and lets out a low groan. “Go on, suck.”

You start by licking just the tip then, slowly, you take most of the lenght in. You work with your hands what you can’t fit in your mouth. You hear Gojo letting out deep sighs.

“Come on, angel, I know you can take it all.” He pushes your head softly towards his pelvis, “Fuck.” He throws his head back.

Motivated by the indecent sounds coming from him, you continue bobbing your head up and down. Your eyes are watering and saliva is falling from your mouth to the floor. The sight of you makes his dick twitch in your mouth — and you moan at that.

He tightens the grip on your hair and starts fucking your throat himself, “Fuck, fuck Y/n, so good for me.” He sets a faster pace and he can feel his tip hitting the back of your throat now and then, “G-god, I’m gonna come soon.” He thrust insistenly into your mouth a few more times before releasing inside with a deep whine, “I want you to swallow it.”

You obey as you sit on the floor, burned out. Gojo sits next to you and massages your throat gently, “You did good.” He says that softly. He wipes the drool off of your face and kisses your forehead.

“I’m gonna need another shower now.” You say.

“Let’s go, I’ll help you.”

He walks towards the bathroom and you follow him.

“Your hair is a mess.” He says after shutting the door behind you.

“Gosh, I wonder why...” You say with a sneer.

He holds the brush in his hand, “Come on.” He gestures you to sit on the toilet.

He brushes your hair delicately, when he’s done he puts it in a ponytail and leaves a few kisses on your shoulder, “Shower time.”

He waits for the water to get hot before letting you inside the shower box. He’s careful not to get your hair wet again and, when he rubs you with the sponge, he tries his best to not to hurt your sore spots. You can’t help but think about how he probably does this to all his other hook ups too. You feel a sharp pain in your chest and, suddenly, his touch on your bare skin is something unbearable.

You grab the sponge, “I know how to wash myself—”

“I don’t mind.” He interrupts you, gently taking the sponge back from your hands.

A moment he’s pounding into you without a care in the world, the moment after he’s handling you tenderly as if you were made of porcelain and a look could break you. You could not stand him — or that was what you wanted to believe. You cover your face with your hands and sigh loudly, you had no idea how you were going to survive living with him.

—

The day after, you think maybe the universe decided you’ve been punished enough. No annoying noises from your neighbors, your kitchen has been fixed, just Gojo Satoru roaming around your apartment — but you’re set on spending most of your time outside so that you don’t have to see him. That’s why now you’re sitting at the campus cafè with your friend.

“Wow, sucks to be you.” Shoko says teasing you, when you tell her the news.

“This is serious!” You whine as you stir your drink with the straw, “I promised myself I would not sleep with him anymore.”

“Then don’t.” She takes a hit from her cigarette. When she catches you avoiding eye contact, her lips part as she connects the dots in her head, “Oh my god, Y/n! You already had sex again!”

You cover your face in embarassment, “Don’t say a word.”

She laughs, “I can’t believe you.”

“I really don’t know what to do.” You admit and take a sip of your drink, “I don’t think I can do it, seeing him everyday.” And then it hits you, “Oh god,” your eyes widen, “What am I gonna do when he brings his other hook ups over? Shoko I’m going to cry.”

“I could beat him up, if you want.”

“I’m gonna go live in the streets.”

She offers you a kind smile, “Don’t be silly now,” she puts out her cigarette, “There’s a party tonight, wanna go? Might help you get distracted a bit.”

You think about it a few seconds before agreeing. You kinda regret it when you get there, thinking maybe it would’ve been better to stay home. Watching a sad romcom, alone in your bedroom, with a glass of wine... it wasn’t such a bad idea. But you’re here now, might as well try to have some fun.

The party is nothing special, the music is too loud, you can only smell alchol and smoke and it takes you two minutes to lose Shoko in the big crowd.

“Great.” You mutter under your breath.

You look for the kitchen, opting to start by drinking something. You pour yourself a glass of the first bottle at hand, in the less sticky cup you can find.

“That kinda sucks, try this.” A voice whispers in your hear from behind you, handing you a cup with another drink inside. A voice you could easily recognize everywhere. And again, you’re certain the universe must really hate you.

You turn around. Gojo is towering over you. He’s wearing a very simple outfit, yet you can’t help but think he looks fucking good.

He takes in your figure and runs the hem of your skirt between his fingers, grazing your bare thigh, “That’s pretty.”

You ignore the butterflies in your stomach and you ponder of a way to get out of this situation. You could spill your drink on yourself “by mistake” so that you’d have to leave, or to say you need to find Shoko— or anyone else, really. You push his cup away, “I don’t accept drinks from guys at parties.” You say that with a tone a little too harsh.

“I would never do that, Y/n.” He says with a pout on his face.

Your heart breaks a little, you were just joking and you knew he wasn’t that kind of person. You were angry at him when it wasn’t even his fault, you knew what you were signing up for when you decided to continue sleeping with him.

“I know,” you mumble and grab the cup, “Let me try, then.”

He smiles pleased with himself. You wanted to tell him it was disgusting and that he had horrible taste. Actually, it tasted nice, not too sweet but not bitter at all: just like you liked it. “It’s okay.” You say.

“Stop lying, you can have it, I know you like it.”

You roll your eyes. You fidget with the edge of the cup, not sure what to talk about.

“Say, pretty girl—”

Gojo’s words are interrupted by some random guy greeting you.

Gojo watches as you chat with the boy, who apparently shared classes with you. He watches as you put on your customer service voice, as you answer the guy's questions just out of kindness. It’s obvious you’re not into him, Gojo wonders how oblivious could one be. He is not sure why his chest aches when he sees you smile at the boy, why he feels anger when that guy’s hand falls on your arm and why he feels nauseous when you don’t move away from his strokes.

“Me and my friends are playing beer pong,” the boy tells you, “Want to join us?”

Gojo glares at the guy, seriously thinking what his problem could be... did he not notice you were talking with him first?

“Man, get a damn clue,” Gojo says before you can even open your mouth. He grabs your wrist, “We’re kind of busy.”

You look at him with a confused look on your face, you pull your arm from his grip then turn to the other boy, “Maybe another time...”

Gojo feels satisfied with your answer.

You wave him goodbye. You turn to Gojo, vexed, “What was that?”

“What?” He asks with faux innocence.

“What if I wanted to go—”

He picks you up and sits you on the counter, a hand on your thigh creeping up your skirt and the other steady on your waist. His face way too close to yours.

“You didn’t.” He says with a smug smile.

You stop his hand on your thigh from going too far up, “I was saying,” you avoid his gaze trying your best to ignore the way you’re feeling hotter by the second, “If you wanted me to stay just say so, no need to make a scene.”

Gojo feels a little offended by that, he was not making a scene. You two were talking and that guy stopped you, it was only natural for him to react like that... right?

He traces faint circles on your inner thigh with his thumb, “We were talking.” He kisses the corner of your lips.

You huff, “What are you, five? He just asked.”

He kisses your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.

You tilt your head the to the side to give him more space, “You didn't have to answer for me.”

He gives you a hickey, “Mhm,” and another one.

You want to fight but you keep getting hornier with every little touch. You grab his hair by the nape and pull it a little to move his head, getting a moan in return from him.

“You’re not even listening to me.” You whine.

“I am,” he says cupping your cheek with one hand, “I know it wasn’t my place to answer.”

You cross your arms, “And?”

He leans in, “And, I really need to fuck you now, angel.” He says in your ear with a raspy voice.

Your eyes widen, your face flushes, “And, you should apologize!”

Gojo knows you’re right, of course you are. He should apologize. Despite that, he’s not sorry. He got what he wanted, he got you to stay. And right now, he needs to hear you scream his name, he needs to be sure you don’t forget he’s the only one who can make you feel good.

He cups your face and kisses you, he mumbles a quick “sorry” as he moves his lips on yours.

Your hands instictively go in his hair, “Are you?—ah”

He bites your bottom lip, “I am so sorry, baby.”

You’re not sure if he’s still talking about what happened before or if he’s apologizing for the bite. Either way, you kind of don’t really care anymore.

The kiss gets messy quickly as always, his tongue in your mouth, saliva smearing all over your chins, your hands tugging his hair, his hands roaming your body.

When he stops to catch a break a string of spit keeps you two connected. You’re a panting mess and you feel yourself getting wet.

“Toru.” You whimper.

“I know angel, let’s go.” He lets you off the counter and holds your hand as he makes you follow him through the people.

You text shoko in a hurry, you ask her if she’s alright and you tell her to not wait for you when she decides to leave.

When you look up from your phone you’re in a storage room and Gojo is closing the door behind him.

“Satoru what’s this?”

He wastes no time as he’s already on you again, with his arms around your waist, “Sorry, but the bedrooms were occupied.”

You put a hand on his chest, keeping him at a distance, “We could always go home, no?”

“I need you, now.”

And you let him have you. You let him unzip your skirt and slide it off along with your underwear. You let him suck on your neck leaving all kind of marks and wet kisses behind.

“You smell great.” He says breathing against your skin. He kisses you like he’s craving you, shoving his tongue in your mouth as he slips finger after finger in your cunt. You gasp and whimper inside the kiss.

“Be louder, all your little sounds are heavenly to me.” He says continuing to slip his fingers in and out of you.

He lowers himself, knees on the ground. He positions his head between your legs and while continuing to finger you, he starts licking your folds.

You shake in pleasure when he sucks on your clit. Your hands find their way in his white locks and you push his head further forward your cunt, “I’m close, Toru.”

He’s working his tongue against you and moaning every time you push his face closer. He switches his fingers with his tongue and his hands grip tightly around your thighs.

Your hips stutter with every movement of his tongue, you grind down on his face, “Don’t stop.”

He sucks harshly on your clit a few more times until you’re nothing but a spasming mess in his mouth and the only word coming from you is his name.

He licks at your juices, savoring you, “Taste so good, baby.”

“Toru,” you pant, “I want you.”

He doesn’t wait for you to tell him twice, in a second he stuffs you with his cock, “Still so tight, my angel.”

You’re leaning with your shoulder on a rack while Gojo holds you still by your hips as he stretches you out with his length. You dig your nails in his back, adjusting to the feeling. He snaps his hips forward one time, burying himself inside you, before starting to fuck into you mercilessly.

“Feels good?”

“Y—yeah.” You say looking at him through half lidded eyes.

His grip on your hips tightens, “Yeah? I’m making you feel good mh?”

“The best— ah,” you pull him closer and rest your forehead on his chest, “You’re always the best Toru.”

That sends blood straight to his dick that twitches in you, “That’s right, baby,” he cups your face with one hand and makes you look at him, “I’m the best for you.”

He passes a thumb over your bottom lip, “Stick out your tongue.”

You don’t know if it’s the way he’s fucking you greedily, or holding you tight like you could slip through his fingers at any moment— or maybe it’s the half cup of alcohol you drank earlier, but you feel intoxicated and you’re having trouble forming even a single comprehensible thought.

You comply with his request, having no strenght to ask why or refuse, but what he does next seems to clear your mind all at once. He holds your jaw still and spits in your mouth.

Your pussy flutters, you shake in pleasure and come again. Every word you can think of dies in the back of your throat and your eyes are wide open, Gojo even stops thrusting into you for a second before starting again slowly. Neither of you says anything for the next few seconds.

You can feel his spit starting to slide off of your tongue and you close your mouth.

“W—wait!” Gojo says trying to stop you.

But it’s too late. You’ve already swallowed it.

Gojo lets out the most sinful sound you ever heard as he comes inside you. He groans and lets his head fall on your shoulder, “You really drive me insane, angel.”

You’re panting, feeling dizzy after what happened just now. You think it’s the perfect moment to end whatever it is you have going on, “Toru...”

He pulls out of you gently careful not to hurt you, “Let’s get you home, I’ll help you wash.”

He gets dressed, he gathers your clothes and helps you put them on.

“Toru.” You say more firmly.

“It’s okay,” he picks you up with a grin on his face, “You don’t even need to walk.”

You squirm in his arms, “Gojo. Let me down, please.”

He frowns, “Gojo?” He puts you down, “Should be Toru to you.”

Why does he look so hurt? Why is he making this so difficult?

“There’s—” your voice cracks, you clear your throat, “I can’t do this.”

Gojo cups your face and looks at you worried, “What’s wrong?”

Tears start forming in your eyes.

“Oh no, baby, no no,” he wipes them off, “Hey, Y/n talk to me. Please.”

You move his hands away, “Don’t— don’t act like you care.”

You can see it in his eyes, his heart just broke in two. But yours is in a million pieces. You can’t look him in the eyes. You need to end it now, but you can’t. Not when he looks at you that way. Not when he wipes your tears so gently. Not when he calls you baby with his voice laced with honey. You have to get away. You grab the handle of the door.

Gojo puts a hand on yours to stop you, “I do care.”

You crouch to the ground, back facing the door. You’re a sobbing mess now.

“Y/n, please, tell me what’s going on.” He says, sitting down in front of you.

You take a deep breath, “I can’t do this anymore,” you can’t hold eye contact with him, “Is this still just casual sex to you?”

You start talking again, “Calling me baby, your angel, you hold me like I could break... like you’re scared to lose me,” words just keep falling from your mouth, “You never leave without giving me aftercare,” you remember what happened earlier in the kitchen and laugh hysterically, “God, you’re even jealous of me!”

Gojo blinks a few times but before he can say anything you’re talking again, “I have feelings for you, Toru.”

He wipes your tears again, “Seems like you’re way braver than me,” he sighs, “You are my angel, Y/n,” he hates being the reason why you’re crying right now, he kisses your forehead “It stopped being casual sex like a month in,” he admits and kisses your cheek, “I’ve been fucking only you. No one else.”

You can’t stop your tears from running down your cheeks.

Gojo pats your head and covers you in chaste kisses, “I have feelings for you too.” He gives you one last sweet peck on your lips, “And, I was not jealous.”

“You so were.” You say in between sobs.

He laughs, “You have time to tease me even when you’re crying?”

“Of course.”

He kisses you again before getting up, he extends a hand to you and helps you up.

“Let’s go home, baby.” He says before exiting the storage room with you.

Now you think that maybe you just got the universe wrong. Maybe the universe wasn’t punishing you, maybe it was helping you.

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Cyno hums in contemplation, the cool water flowing over his fingers. He turns the faucet off just as he hears footsteps on tiles and takes a towel to his hair, counting the four seconds he knows it takes to get to the room.

“Cyno, I really don’t- oh,” you stop in your tracks, right on time. He doesn’t have to turn around to know you’re holding a familiar folder of papers with complaints outlined in red ink. “Sorry. I didn’t…”

“You should really learn to knock first.” He thinks it’s funny because the rooms here don’t actually have doors, just sweeping arches for the great big important spaces, and then tiny arches for less important rooms (like his apparently), and then medium-sized ones for… well other things. Kaveh was the Kshahrewar graduate, not him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. And… and…” He can just hear you bristle. You even straighten up a little judging from the faint shuffling. “And I don’t know, maybe you should put up a sign or something.”

Cyno rubs the white towel over his head slowly, finally standing up from where he’d been kneeling. “Maybe I should.” He’s seriously considering it—you always bring up good points. “Though, I thought everyone knew only my room is in this wing. You’d have to go out of your way to get here.” That and he’s just come back from an expedition. No one bothers him after those.

Thick water droplets and remnants of the desert circle around the drain. You hadn’t walked in on much. He had been rinsing off the sand grains that stuck to his arms and shoulders and were especially annoyingly weaved in his hair, but he’d also removed his armor—he didn’t typically wear much anyway so to see him with even less was probably too cruel, even by your standards.

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Well, now you're gonna die too.

i got inspired by "funeral gray" by waterparks if y'all want to listen to that, it's a great song

cw: fem reader, smoking, alcohol consumption, suggestive but no smut, happy ending, college au

It's 11p.m. when Suna first sees you. It's a saturday night, at a party. The music is loud and it's really crowded. When you walk through the door, suddenly everything is silent and, for a moment, there's no one between you and him. Suna knows that's only happening in his head, but somehow, it feels real. And then, a moment later, all the noise and the people appear once again. Maybe he's a little tipsy.

You are on the terrace, you feel like smoking. Too bad your lighter decide to stop working right that moment. It's 3a.m. when you first see Suna. He's with some friends. You need a lighter.

"Does any of you guys happen to have a ligther?" you intrude their conversation. One of them hands you one, you lit up your cigarette and thank them. You go back to your spot, resting your back to the railing.

"That shit is gonna kill you." Suna is now beside you.

"Mhm," you take a hit and blow it in his face, "Well, now you're gonna die too."

Suna can't breathe for a second. His mind blames the smoke, his heart blames you. He clears his throat. You take another hit. Your mouth still open from blowing out the smoke. Suna takes your chin with a hand and pulls you closer to his. He can feel your breath on his lips. He can smell your perfume and your hair graze his skin. His head is spinning. His mind blames the alcohol, his heart blames you. Maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe it's you who's intoxicating. Your lips are on the verge of touching. Your free hand goes to his nape, your fingers through his hair. Your other hand keeps the cigarette far from him, careful not to burn him. You close the gap. He tastes like alcohol and fruit jelly. You taste of smoke. His grip on your jaw tightens. He nips at your bottom lip, maybe a little too hard. As that makes you gasp, he slips his tongue into your mouth and a hand makes its way under your sweater. He pulls your whole body closer by your waist. He's kissing you hungrily. The hand that was holding your jaw is now in your hair, pulling it a little, making you moan into the kiss. You push his chest a little to get him off of you, needing a break. You clear your throat. He takes all your figure in, your hair is a mess, your lips are swollen, your lipstick is all smudged and yet, he thinks you look so fucking hot. He passes his fingers through your hair trying to fix the mess he made. You take a look at your cigarette, it's now over.

"You owe me a cigarette." you say and, before he can say anything, you go back inside.

It's 1:30p.m. when Suna wakes up on the twins' couch. His head feels like it's going to explode, his mind is replaying what happened with you. He convinces himself it was the alcohol. There's no way he was feeling all that over someone he just met, he tells himself. However, when Osamu wakes up, Suna is quick to ask if he knows who you are.

"The girl with the grey sweater?" Osamu asks.

"The girl that looked all messy after a few minutes with ya?" Atsumu appears in the kitchen with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Yeah," Suna tries his best not to sound like he cares, "I didn't catch her name."

Osamu pours himself a glass of water, "I think that was Y/n, isn't she in class with Hitoshi?"

"What is it Suna, are ya in love?" Atsumu teases him.

Suna shrugs, "She's just hot."

You're just hot, but it's on monday at 12p.m. when he's waiting for your class to end so that he can see you, so that he can ask you to have lunch break together. And you say yes. You're just hot, but when he hands you his phone so that you can put your number in it and your fingers brush against his, his heart skips a beat. You're just hot, but no one misses the smile on his face as he receives your texts.

It's a week later, friday at 4p.m. when he texts you.

Suna: are you going to the party tonight?

Y/n: no i have a date

You're just hot, so why is he angry and leaves you on read? You're just hot, so why does he care?

It's 1a.m. when Suna sees you sitting on the porch at the party. You're smoking. He sits next to you. "I thought you had a date."

"Yeah," you take a hit, "He was boring, I left."

Suna wonders why you didn't text him to let him know you were there. But then again, he was the one to leave you on read.

"I bet you would've had more fun with me." he says.

"Mhm, yeah, I bet," you take another hit, "Why don't you show me how?"

Suna doesn't say anything to that. He puts a hand on the back of your neck and pulls you closer. With his free hand he steals the cigarette from your fingers. He takes a hit. You can't take your eyes off of his lips, you're hypnotized. He leans in and your lips part on their own. He blows it in your mouth as he closes the gap between you two. You can see the lust in his eyes and you can feel it in the way he's kissing you greedily. It's all so messy and you're so taken aback, you let him do whatever he wants as you just sit there. When he lets you go, the little smoke that remains escapes from you lips. He gives you back your cigarette.

"I thought you said this shit was gonna kill you." you say.

"It's true." he says.

"I thought you didn't smoke."

"I just wanted to talk to you."

It's 4a.m. when you go home with him. You enter his bedroom and you can't take your hands off of each other. You're taking off each other clothes as you exchange messy kisses.

It's 12p.m. when Suna wakes up with you in his bed, with you in his arms. You're still half asleep, you scoot over to be closer to him.

"Y/n, are you awake?" he asks.

"Rin let me sleep a little more." you murmur.

His eyes widen, what did you call him? He sits up and you whine under your breath.

"Say that again." he says.

"Let me sleep." you repeat.

He holds your shoulders and turns you around so you can face him, "No, what did you call me?"

Your eyes are still closed as you say, "Rin."

He kisses you, "Again, please."

"Rin."

He kisses you again.

"Rin."

He gives you another kiss. And another. And another.

"Rin." you say again.

"You're so fucking cute."

It's 12.30p.m. when Suna decides he wants to wake up to this everyday of his life.

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