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torhues · 2 years

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suna rintarou.

suna is waiting.

he has been for a while know— sprawled on your couch with one hand gripping the bowl of potato chips while the other was busy pressing buttons on the remote as he browsed through movies to watch for the night. he has been doing that for thirty minutes now, waiting for you to join and assist him in his little hunt.

"beer or coke?" your voice emerges over the silence, a sigh falls of his lips as your fingers dance on the refrigerator's door, along the tunes of the song you're humming, awaiting a response from him.

"you," a pause, suna whips his head in your direction, and then; "i mean, the just come here. we can get drinks later,"

'beer it is,' he hears you state with a heavy breath, and he shifts to his right the moment you sit next to him, placing the four cans of alcohol on the table in front of your couch. another look at you, you're wearing just a t-shirt— his t-shirt that he forgot to bring home the last time he was over at your apartment. suna knows he isn't getting it back.

but, his eyes travel back to you— your face— you press your lips into a thin line while scrolling through a hundred different shows. suna didn't even realise when you took the remote from his hand. you start humming the same melody once again, he remembers the song, it's the first one on the playlist he made for you two days ago. he's so busy thinking about your presence, suna doesn't realise when you get inside his blanket, or when you had shifted a little closer, when his hand landed right next to your leg, almost brushing against your thigh— suna doesn't realise when his heart started racing.

"you're staring," suna doesn't realise he has been staring at you. "rin,"

his eyes instantly revert back to the tv screen the second his name falls off your lips. it's uncharacteristic of him to be this quite, to not reply, to be this nervous around you— it doesn't make sense to him, but neither do you.

he steals a glance, registering the image of smiling in his mind. a second passes, then another, and then he's back to staring at you. suna doesn't realise when his lips had curled into a smile at the sight of you looking so intently at the television. you take a sip from the can and he almost chuckles at the expression you made when the cold liquid hit your throat. suna doesn't realise when he started thinking of his best friend in this light.

"you're staring again," suna doesn't realise when you stopped paying attention to the movie. "i must be looking so damn pretty right now for you to look at me like this,"

it's a joke, he knows that. "you always do,"

he replies, your heart skips a beat.

the sound of the movie fades into the background as if he's in his own cinematic world. suna doesn't realise when the smile on your face disappeared, or when you had stopped looking at the tv. his hands are sweaty, but he doesn't realise when they slid next to yours— a little bit intertwined, the warmth of your hand against his like magic spinning in the air. he doesn't realise when his gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips, until he takes them back up.

suna doesn't realise for how long he has been staring at you, for all he knows is that you're looking back into his eyes with the same anticipation.

suna has been waiting, but he realises he can't anymore.

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yuu-kumeii · 9 months

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Thinking about best friend and menace Suna who always finds a way to sit next to you in class, pushing your desks together so he can just look at your book and not get his own

The guy who hides your water bottle in hard to reach places just to see your reaction, he could hide it on top of the lockers, under the bleachers, inside the twin’s bag, somehow put it right outside the window, there are endless possibilities

…You ended up forgetting about it during a field trip and Suna called the place back to ask if they can hold on to it while both of you try to get it back

Your best friend who twisted his ankle once and still went to school but couldn’t get up the stairs on his own so you laugh at him from the top before trying to help

The same guy who once tried to drink straight out of the water dispenser because he forgot his water bottle one day and decided there was no other option

“SUNA KEEP YOUR MOUTH AWAY FROM THE DISPENSER”

“But I’m thirsty”

“OTHER PEOPLE DRINK FROM THAT”

“But I need water”

“SUNA THERE WAS A MOSQUITO CHILD IN THERE JUST YESTERDAY”

“A new friend”

You had to restrain him because he kept running back to it, both of you on the floor from pushing each other so much that a teacher saw it and thought you were throwing hands at each other

Your best friend who can’t help but draw little immature doodles on your books with a straight face, always redrawing them whenever you dared to erase them

“Wow very mature of you Suna” You say with a deadpan, eyes following the pencil move along the corner of your textbook

“I know right?”

Menace Suna who made a deez nutz joke you didn’t know and took the opportunity

“Do you like E girls or I ladies?”

“What’s I ladies?

You poor thing.

Best menace friend Suna, what’s not to like?

#「★ It's showtime! ★」#「♠︎ Eureka! ♠︎」#haikyuu fluff #suna rintaro x reader #haikyu x female reader #suna fluff #haikyu x reader #I have an important scholarship test today (technically)#Just some stuff that happens in my class #And my best friend you know who you are #Trying out different formats because I'm drabbleless #Idk if he's ooc if he is then you saw nothing #My class is chaos

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tendou-satori-chocolatier · 2 years

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Kidnapper: we have your boyfriend

Atsumu: you'd be dead

Kidnapper: we have your brother

Atsumu: ok... and?

Kidnapper: we have the orange headed shorty?

Atsumu: you'd probably be his friend by now

Kidnapper: uh what about the owl looking one???

Atsumu: oh my god SUNA THEY HAVE BOKUTO HES GONNA DIE

#pretend suna and aran arent his best friend. just for this scenario #i know atsumu would care for osamu irl but 🤫#haikyuu #haikyuu incorrect quotes #haikyuuanime #haikyuuincorrect #incorrect haikyuu quotes #incorrecthaikyuu #msby #sakuatsu #black jackal

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oiks-milkbread · 1 year

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Pining best friend suna headcanons

((I wanted it to be a little bit longer, but it is what it is))

- it doesn't take very long before the realisation hits me;

- he's not very amused;

- he really wishes he didn't have a big crush on you;

- but he does;

- probably he avoided you for some time, hiding behind the excuse that he is a busy volleyball player (not a complete lie, but still);

- you catch him staring at you, his expression is indecipherable as usual, but there's something a little bit different;

- he smiles more often than you're used to;

- when you make him notice, he tries to hide it;

- uses his jacket to shield you from the rain;

- buys you stuff when you need it;

- once he held your hands bc they were cold;

- always listens very carefully, even when it doesn't look like it, and always remember what you said;

- sends death glares when someone is flirting with you, or just being a little bit too insistent;

- he's the first person to send you birthday wishes as soon as midnight strikes;

- sends you pictures/videos/memes of things that reminded him of you;

- wants some excuse to do some quiet stuff togheter, as long as you are in the same room;

#pining best friend #pining best friend suna #suna rintarou #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq!!#hq #hq sfw #hq fluff #haikyuu sfw #haikyuu fluff #mine #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou x you #best friend suna #friends to lovers

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otakubabe420 · 1 year

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It took me way too long to finally post my all time favorite, but I just really didn’t want it to be a dud and I finally had the time to devout a few hours to him. I love Suna more than anything 😩 I’ve definitely cried over him before... oops

Adding the playlist I made. Gotta admit there’s a few random guilty pleasure songs. Don’t judge me

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atsumusuna · 10 months

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atsusuna as best friend's brother trope where suna only comes to a sleep over at the twin's house to see atsumu, and he'd often stay up till 3AM to go grab water so he can see atsumu having his midnight snack there <3

#atsusuna #sunaatsu #atsumu miya #suna rintarō #atsumusuna #inarizaki #midnight snack #osamu miya #haikyuu #best friends #brother

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sunast0es · 1 year

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guys from our tumblr mutual discord im sorry i can't be there right now my discord crashed. please don't share too many funny moments or cool things about your enstars fankids without me

#~ suna #i'll be there soon best friends #discord server promo

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izurou · 2 years

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i cant send pictures while in anon:( BUT

THIS WITH SUNA HAS ME SCREECHING AND KICKING MY FEET<33

btw while sending this the pic is super pixelated so idk if it will be pixelated on your side..

-💸

no bc rinnie is thee biggest cuddly baby EVERR !! i need him so bad nhh i’m always like no i will not have suna brainrot and then you feed me <3

#inbox #💸 anon #you can stay as the anon or i can give you the mootie tag ! up 2 you <3 #suna fuckers are automatic friends #best friends #!

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torhues · 1 year

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suna rintaro.

w : suggestive, probably some mistakes idk

something about suna makes you nervous.

you can't point what it is, but something about him has you lost amidst a hundred different thoughts. it could be because of his eyes, the way they seem ever so uninterested and yet, seem to capture every single detail. maybe, it's the way he speaks, his voice, the tone, the faint smirk that always resides on his face for no apparent reason except adding more to his facial features. or perhaps, it's in the way his hands settle on your waist.

you don't know how you ended up on his lap.

the last thing you remember is coming out of shower and, his amused grimace when he saw you in the t-shirt he gifted you on your birthday. suna looked more surprised watching you wear the minimalistic piece of clothing instead of the subtle realisation of the fact that this is the first time you're wearing it in seven months. he tells you how well it suits you and how nicely you pull it off, says it would look even better if you pair it with wide bottom jeans. he offers to help you dry your hair, which isn't odd at all since you both have been used to drying each other's hair, sharing clothes— which is mostly on your side— letting the other person stay over. it's a blessing to have a friend who's willing to share everything.

suna thinks you look pretty. you smell like citrus and rosemary, it's as if you glow even more under the dim yellow lights of his living room. but you look pretty all the time— in suna's mind, there isn't a moment when he didn't associate your image with all the adjectives one could use to compliment someone. though all that aside, suna thinks your shirt looks prettier. it fits you so well, just ever so perfectly; it looks so pretty that suna now wants to take it off.

and you end up on his lap, you don't know how you got here. you can't seem to remember it. the hair drier is lying astray on the couch, the towels on the floor, a faint sound of his phone ringing up breaks through the decorum and his hands tighten around your waist to have your attention back to him. for a second, you consider getting away, for he's your friend, best friend, someone you've shared the most intricate and important moments of your life with, maybe it's the fear of losing something that's keeping you on your tip-toes, but all those thoughts evaporate out of your mind the moment his fingertips brush against the bare skin under your t-shirt.

your hands are around his neck, his lips are barely inches away from yours, your eyes refuse to leave contact with his; your breath hitches, suna makes you nervous. his hands travel further up your skin, leaving transparent patters all along, and it's as if his actions solely managed to get a control of your conscience, because you lean in closer to him, cupping his cheeks before brushing your thumb against his lips.

it seems as if suna has won again.

he pulls you closer as if you weren't already close enough, as if the two of you weren't impossibly close to be any more closer, but he manages to make it happen. while his one hand continues to rest on your back, the other one ghosts up your waist and lands on your thigh, immediately prompting you to exhale deeply. it's not your first time being in such close proximity with someone, but something about suna makes it feel exactly like the very first time you fell for someone. something about him is so intriguing that it makes you drop all your worries about what your actions may lead to, compelling you to give into your desires.

something in the way he looks at you is so ravishing that your hands grab the ends of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head before it's discarded in some corner of your room like any other piece of unnecessary stuff lying around. you look at suna, your breathe gets caught up in your lungs.

you don't think he can get any prettier.

your fingers skim against his collarbones like feathers, suna closes his eyes in satisfaction. you didn't know he had such beautiful layers of expressions under the nonchalant grimace that always masks his face. the nervousness wrapped around your fingers starts to dissolve, his grips against your thigh, you lean into his touch, and suna has been trying his best to not kiss you breathless, but he can't control anymore.

he tilts his head towards you, eyes on your lips. it freezes you in your stance. you gulp, leaning in closer, there's hesitation dripping through the cracks on your skin and it seeps under his skin. you lean in further, letting his warm breath fan against your lips. a second passes, you wait for him to take a lead, but you know something's up.

"rin," you whisper against his lips.

and suna backs out. "let's do this when you're ready,"

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taones · 24 days

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tw - flirting, good girl x bad boy, school setting but they are vv much 18+, suggestive, swearing

“How’s my favourite girl today?”

Your best friend tensed up from her seat in front of you. She had chosen to hide out in the stuffy school library to avoid exactly this. She had never been a huge fan of him, but his recent attempts to catch your attention had been grating on her nerves. The boy seemed obsessed with you, following you into the cafeteria and hanging around in the shop you frequented on your way home. Nothing but bad news followed him, and she needed to keep him away from her friend. You were a good student, perfect attendance and good grades - the last thing you needed was someone like him bringing you down.

“Fuck off, she doesn’t want to talk to you” she huffed at the man, “you’re not her type”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the back of your chair. Goosebumps travelled up your body. The musky scent of his aftershave permeated the air around you, settling in your lungs like a cloud. If you could bask in that scent forever you would. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, tie loosely hung around it. Thin fabric did little to hide the muscle definition of his chest, slight but still very visible to you. And you couldn’t help but peer through the gap. His tan skin contrasted the crumpled white shirt beautifully. You felt your mouth go dry.

“Hmm, I’m not too sure about that one” his voice rang out.

“She seems very interested”

You jumped slightly as his face was far closer to you than you realised. If you were to turn your head slightly, your noses would be just touching. A warm flush flooding your body. You gnawed at your fingernail, peering up at the man next to you through your eyelashes. He dropped his eyelid down in a quick wink and set his sights back on your fuming friend.

“Why won’t you just leave us alone? She’s trying to study”

He tutted.

Next thing you knew the pressure of a wide hand was resting on your shoulder - making you freeze on your seat. The feeling of his warm, calloused palm on your shoulder did nothing to cool your feverish body and you tried desperately not to gasp. In through your nose, out through your mouth, you tried to remind yourself. You couldn’t let him fluster you - then he would be winning.

A warm chuckle sounded from above you. The palm on your shoulder travelled towards your face, lithe fingers gripping your chin gently. He curled his index finger and dragged the knuckle up the soft skin of your throat. It was like you were frozen in place but your body was squirming under your uniform. His actions left you breathless and you couldn’t help but feel he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If the way his eyes trailed up your legs, thighs clenched together under your skirt, was any indication. Soft lips stretched into a smirk.

Leaning forward once again, his eyes met yours under a piercing gaze. He let out a teasing coo in your direction.

“Oh I'm sorry pretty girl, did I scare you?”

- ATSUMU, tsukki, oikawa, SUNA, tanaka (hear me out), kuroo, gojo, KOJIRO, adam, bakugou, SHINSOU, dabi

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ravenslvt · 2 months

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why does your best friend's older brother have to be so hot?? :(((

☆ suna rintarou x fem!reader (pt.1) ☆

cw: smuut! p in v, v fingering, fluffy, lowk sweet, implied virgin reader, unprotected sex.

pt. 2 pt.3 pt.4

you sigh at the empty water bottle on the nightstand. you look over at your best friend, ami. she was fast asleep. you smiled, glad you were able to visit her on your break from university. you were grateful her parents let you stay over while they were out of the country for some sort of work meeting.

back to the important matter, your thirst. you slowly get up, trying not to wake your dark haired bestfriend. grabbing the tin water bottle and tiptoeing downstairs, making sure to close the door to her bedroom quietly on the way out.

you walk through the familiar halls of the house you’ve known since you were young. all the lights were off except the kitchen light.

walking in, you notice your bestfriend’s hot ass older brother, rintarou, leaning against the kitchen island on his phone. he was wearing his usual loose sweatpants, and a tight fitting t-shirt from your old highschool. it used to be loose on him, it was clear he’s been working out more and gained more muscle. his head perks up, he pauses whatever he was watching and speaks.

“hey, didn’t think anyone was still awake.” his voice is low and a little hushed.

you don’t notice the way his eyes go to your attire, small little sleep shorts and a tank top.

you notice he’s heating something up in the microwave as you reach the fridge, unscrewing the cap to your water bottle to refill it. you watch as the bottle slowly fills, talking to him.

“ami fell asleep and i was thirsty. she always passes out so fast” you softly chuckle. she was always the first to fall asleep at sleepovers, even in your childhood. girl was a deep sleeper.

“mmm” he simply hums, returning back to looking at his phone.

you turn back to face him, taking a refreshing sip of water.

“whatcha watchin?” you lean on your elbows against the counter, peering over at him.

your relationship with suna rintarou was…. friendly to say the least. he was only a year older than you and ami, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a (fat) crush on him since middle school.

you remembered the exact moment your crush on him had started. you and ami were twelve and rintarou was thirteen. you were at the suna’s family beach house for summer break.

you and ami relaxed in the sun, reading your assigned reading books together and laughing over how dumb you guys thought the plot was.

“seriously, this guy is so lame. he just mopes around and smokes cigarettes all day. dude’s gonna have lung problems” ami rolled her eyes at a certain line of the book.

you giggled and opened your mouth to say something to agree. until a volleyball came flying at you full speed. your eyes widened and you just froze. you two were aware rintarou and some of his friends were playing a game of beach volleyball a few feet away.

you flinched and put your arms up quickly in defense, but never felt impact. you look up to see a teenage rintarou who dived to grab the ball before it hit you.

“you good?” he called your name to get your attention. you just nodded, hiding the flushed state of you face with your book. he made a comment on how he read it in english class last year and if you needed any help on the work, he had your back.

“go away, rin. she doesn’t need your c- average help” his sister retorted as he walked back to his friends. he turned his head to give a small chuckle. you never forgot his smile since then.

back in the present, he takes his eyes off his video for a moment to look back at you.

“my game replays. hey, come watch this and tell me if you think furuhashi fucked us over with this serve” he did a ‘come here’ motion. you were at his side within a moment.

you peered at the phone screen over his shoulder. his phone looked so small compared to his large hands. he replayed the video for you to watch. you focused on the teamate he pointed to and it looked like he did a purposefully bad set, aiming right at the opponents head.

“ouch. seemed like he had personal beef with number eight….” your face scrunched in the way the opponent immediently fell to the floor from such a powerful blow.

“yeah, dude let his emotions get the best of him and got the rest of us in trouble with the ref for it” he shuts his phone off, sighing.

“you have another game next week, right? ami wanted me to go check you guys out.” you grab your bottle from the counter.

taking another sip of water, a small droplet spills past your mouth, down your neck, and disapears into the curve of your breasts. you notice the way his eyes follow the bead of water.

his eyes meet yours. and before he can open his mouth, the microwave beeps loudly. he quickly gets up to take the food out with a quick curse, hoping the obnoxious beeping didn’t wake anyone up.

he takes the steaming plate out of the appliance. you notice he heated up some cold pizza you guys ordered earlier in the night.

your eyes go back to his broad shoulders and arms, down to his large veiny hands. he’d matured a lot more since you’d seen him last.

you caught yourself staring, starting to feel a little awkward. you suddenly start to get a little hot, despite what little clothes you wore. you step away to leave the kitchen. your thoughts ran rampet of his hands. you pictured them touching your hair, your arms, your-

“where are you going?” his eyes are only on you now, his arms leaning against the counter to look at you.

“i- um should probably get back to ami” you gulp.

“why? isn’t she asleep? come hangout with your real favorite suna” he smirks, taking a peice of the hot pizza into his mouth.

you roll your eyes and fake scoff.

“don’t let your sister hear you say that, she might believe it” you cross your arms, eyeing him.

he swallowed, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smiling.

“i mean, it’s the truth. isn’t it?” god he was so cocky today. but you loved it.

“and what makes you think that, rin?” you played along. you step a little closer, this time you lean your elbows on the counter facing him. accidentally giving him a front row view of your cleavage through your thin top.

you see the way his eyes drop to your tits. oh you had him.

“cause, you think i’m cuter” his eyes flicker back to your own. he shrugs casually, a smug smirk on his face. his food now forgotten in his mind. only thing he wanted now was you.

“sure, whatever you want to think.” you sarcastically remark back.

he laughs, circling the kitchen island so now you had nothing between you except about a foot of space.

“oh i don’t have to think it, pretty. i know it” shit, he was getting closer and your heart was only beating faster.

“you’re delusional, rintarou.” you aren’t laughing anymore, smile fading to a more serious demeanor. you were nervous and he could tell.

he smiles, running a calloused finger down your arm. it left a trail of fire down your skin and your breath hitched.

“is that why you’re always staring at me. you think i don’t notice?” his voice is lower now, quieter.

fuck. he knew.

“as if you don’t oogle at me whenever i’m in a swimsuit.” you refuse to look away from his gaze.

he lets out a small chuckle. it was hypnotizing.

“i ‘oogle’ you no matter what you wear” he admits, almost proudly.

you eyes widen for a moment. you try your best to hold it together. his hand played with the ends of your hair. you two had never stood this close before.

you felt the flimsy fabric of your panties start to dampen.

“what’s got you all quiet?” his hand moves from your soft locks to hold your chin, forcing you to look right at him.

“screw you, rin” you retort, flustered. he snorts.

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” his face only got closer to yours.

you guys were so close, you had forgotten you weren’t the only two in the house.

“in your dreams-“ you start.

“knock that shit off. admit you want this as bad as i do” he says your name. your faces were now inches apart. his eyebrows furrowed and he just looked so attractive. he was studying your expressions, his eyes never leaving your face.

“rin i-“ you start again. this time his lips hover over yours, ghosting over your own.

“tell me to stop and i’ll go back up to my room and we will never speak of this again.” his hand moves to cup your cheek, his forhead resting on your, giving you a chance to pull away.

but you didn’t want to pull away and he didn’t either.

finally, after what seemed like years of tension, you snapped. going up on your tipy toes to crash your lips on his.

his hands immediately draw to your waist, holding you as close as possible while your hands wrap in his soft dark brown locks.

years of unresolved feelings and tension all poured into one heated kiss.

his hands gripping your waist moves down to your hips, he turns you so your rear is against the counter. how convinient his hips are the perfect height for the kitchen island.

you let out a soft gasp as he bites your bottom lip, he smirks and gently prods his tounge into your mouth, seeking permission first. you lean your head back to let him kiss you deeper.

he was fully addicted to your lips.

he pats your hip and you take it as a sign to hop on the marble counter, he helps you jump up. he slots himself inbetween your thighs, your lips never pulling apart.

“fuck. i can’t believe i haven’t tasted you sooner” he says in between kisses. you giggle at the way he refuses to pull apart from you.

he just grips your waist tighter, his cold hands slipping under the fabric of your tank top. you gasp as he reaches for your bare tits, lifting the fabric to rest above your breasts. you never wore a bra around him. and of course he always noticed.

he gave your perky tits a firm squeeze, you mewl into his mouth as he gently pinches your hardened nipples. his cold fingers adding an extra chill.

rintarou’s hips press gently into yours. you could feel his erection through his pants. you grip his hair tighter at the feeling of his clothed member rubbing against your clothed clit.

you unlatch a hand from his hair and bring it straight to his hardness. he hisses as you rub him through the pants. he could feel a small wet patch forming in his boxers.

“shit, take these off” he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your sleep shorts, you lift you hips for him to shimmy them down your legs, you didn’t even notice where he put them. you didn’t really care.

you were left in your little lace panties. he gave a lopsided smile at how prepared you were. it was like you knew he was gonna fuck you tonight. or maybe you wore these all the time around him, just waiting.

“this wet already?” he sucks in a breath, running a finger over the growing wet patch on your panties. you just nod and focus your gaze on his long fingers. you wanted them so bad.

“rin, please” you grab at his hand that was teasingly brushing over your clothed clit.

“stop teasing” you pout at him. he looks up at you and gives you another kiss.

“you’re too cute not to tease.” he pulls away and pulls your underwear to the side, spreading your legs more. he curses at the sight of your glistening pussy, knowing it was all for him.

he runs a long finger down your folds, causing your grip on his wrist to tighten.

“so worked up, aren’t you? no one ever touch you like this before?” he asks, continuing his motions up and down.

“n-no rin, just you.” you breathily admit, a bit emberassed. it was the truth though, he was the only one you really wanted over the years.

he lets out another curse at the thought of being the first guy to touch you in this way. he was straining against his boxers, his loose sweatpants suddenly feeling so tight on his hips.

“tell me if it hurts and i’ll stop, okay?” he looks you in the eye, serious. you just nod.

“wanna hear you say it, baby” he pulls his hand away from your cunt.

“yes rin, i swear” you assure, shimmying to the edge of the counter to be closer to him.

he smiles, giving you a peck on the forehead before prodding his middle finger into your tight hole, spreading your wetness to make sure you were ready.

he slowly enters you and you grip onto his shoulders for dear life. he gives a few slow experimental pumps of his finger before you were asking for more.

“this ok?” he whispers in you ear, kissing your neck.

“god yes. more please” you plead in a quiet tone, trying your best to keep silent.

he chuckles and adds his ring finger. just two was enough to stretch you out. it was a delicious pain of his large digits splitting you open. you couldn’t even imagine how good his cock would feel.

you bite your knuckles to muffle the sounds of pleasure you were making. but nothing could cover the wet noises coming from him finger fucking your pussy.

his wrist started to ache, but it was worth it to see the way you were taking it so well. he curled his fingers, doing a ‘come here’ motion inside of you. you let out a muffled curse as your legs started to shake.

he kept pumping and curling his fingers over and over. his long thick fingers reached places your little hands just couldn’t.

“i think i’m-“ you cut yourself off with a soft moan, still trying to be quiet.

he just kisses you through your orgasm, groaning into your own mouth. your pussy squeezes around his fingers and he swallows up all your noises. he imagines how you’d feel squeezing his cock like this, while his other hand groping your tit, pinching your nipple. you arch into him and pull away from his lips to breathe.

you pant and look at him, face completley flushed, he slowly removes his fingers. his hand was coated in your cum. he gives your chest a few small kisses, accidentally leaving faint marks on the skin. not an accident at all.

he was panting too. you looked at him, curiously. your eyes go down to his pants. there was an obvious wet stain in the front.

“did you….” your eyes go wide as he flushes with emberassment.

“m’sorry you were just so fucking hot i couldn’t-“ he starts, but you cut him off with your lips. you were immediately aroused again, but this time the only thing that could satisfy you was his cock.

you paw at his sweats, shaky fingers clumsily trying to untie the drawstring. he grips the back of your neck with one hand while the other helps take off his pants. he starts to stroke himself until he’s hard again, still recovering from blowing his load in his pants.

you swat his hand and give his cock long strokes. you finally get a good view of it. he wasn’t small by any means, but not obnoxiously large. it was a delicious size that made your mouth go dry. there was a certain blue vein that ran down from his tip, your finger running over it, making him hiss.

he noticed you staring and encourages you to continue, his thumbs rubbing your thighs in comfort.

you swipe your thumb over his slit making him shiver like a small dog. his tip was so sensitive. you move to try and hop off the counter to get on your knees, but he stopped you, gripping your hips.

“if you do that i won’t be able to last.” he pets your hip sensually. you pout.

“don’t give me that look. next time, i promise” he pecks your lips and your heart flutters. so there will be a next time.

his head rests on your shoulder as you continue to stroke up, switching from pumping it to teasing his tip. he stopped you once his hips started to sputter. he was like putty in your hands at this point.

“p-please” he says your name, panting.

“i need to be inside you. i need to feel you so bad, baby please” he begs, kissing your neck, leaving darker marks in his wake.

you whine at his words, using your legs to wrap around his hips, his cock sitting right above your needy cunt.

“fuck me already, rin” you give his cock a few more pumps before lining him up with your wanting hole.

he does as yous say, slowly pushing in, his mouth gaping wide and his head falls back once he’s fully inside of you.

now your head rests on his chest as you encourage him to move. he slowly pulls out then back in with a powerful thrust. you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out. surley leaving a mark.

“ohmygod rin” you can’t help but chant out his name as his thrusts quicken. you were praying ami was still asleep or she would totally hear the sounds of his hips slapping into yours.

“shh. gotta be quiet, kay? don’t want your friend to hear you getting fucked by her big brother do you?” he clasped a hand over your mouth, you unconsciously squeezed him tighter. your eyes screwed shut tight.

“fuck. you’d probably like that wouldn’t you? want everyone to see how badly you want my dick?” he groans in a hushed tone, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper. he was loosing control.

he gripped onto your hips to stabilize his pace. you guys never broke eye contact as your mouth hung open silently, trying so hard to keep quiet. he smiles at how fucked out you already looked.

“rinnn” you whine.

“m’right here, pretty” he kisses you once again. one of your hands takes purchase in his (now) messy hair, the other one gripping onto his strong arm. you were sure you were clawing into him with your nails, but he didn’t seem to mind.

you were getting close already. he moaned into your mouth as you tightened around his cock. he fed you simple praises from his pretty mouth, encouraging you to cum.

your thighs tightened around his hips, wanting him to be even closer, if that was even possible.

“i got you, baby. let go” he whispers inbetween kisses.

he bites your lip as you cum on his cock, squeezing him in every possible way. you whine into his mouth, the kiss now turned so messy a bit of drool fell from your mouth.

he fucked you through your orgasm as you shake in his hold, he was holding back his own until you were satisfied. you started to mewl from the overstimulation of his veiny cock pounding into you.

he pulls out, pumping himself until he finishes on your thigh, letting out a hushed moan of your name from his lips, making you squeeze around nothing. both of you breathing heavily.

after you both cool down from your highs, he looks at you, full of admiration.

“you did amazing” he kisses your cheek.

once your mind fog clears, the realization hits you. you just fucked your childhood crush, your bestfriends brother. a part of you feels a little guilty, but the other part of you wants nothing more than to do it again.

he notices your hesitation, placing a gentle hand on your hair so soothe it down.

“hey, you okay?” he asks. you didn’t even notice when he had pulled his pants back up, or when he put your top back in place over your tits.

you give him a soft smile.

“i’m okay” you assure him.

“good” he smiles back, he grabs a nearby kitchen cloth and wipes off his spend from your thigh.

“gross, rin. people use that towel” you scold.

he just shrugs “i’ll throw it in the wash”

you both knew in your heads you couldn’t tell anyone about this.

it was your little secret.

suddenly, rintarou’s phone lights up from across the counter. he puts your panties back in place, grabbing your sleep shorts and putting your legs through them so you could put them back on. he snatches his phone for you both to see.

‘WEATHER WARNING: all schools in the area shut down for another two weeks’ the notification read.

your eyes widen. looks like you’d be staying at the suna’s house for a lot longer than you thought.

the next morning

“ouch, looks like your girl maimed you” ami laughs over her waffles. you sit next to her, pouring the syrup over your own. rin almost chokes on his food and your head snaps up.

“what?” he says with a mouthful of bacon. ami points to the scratches on his arm and the literal bite mark on his shoulder. your eyes go wide. you made sure to wear a hoodie to cover your own marks.

“aww rin hooked up with a wolf!” you add, trying not to raise suspicion. he squints his eyes at you, swallowing his food.

at least he had the decency to wipe down the counter before we ate.

“something like that” you eye eachother before turning back to your breakfast.

this was gonna be a long stay.

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a/n: i kinda wanna make this a mini series lollll lmk of you’d like a pt.2 (this is highkey ooc but idc!!! its fanfiction!!!! i love my fake man fr)

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luvring · 2 months

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CALLING THEM "DUDE"

gn!reader | oikawa, akaashi, suna, atsumu, aone

OIKAWA, predictably, lets his jaw drop and acts as if you’ve broken up with him. he teeters between draping his entire body over yours and whining, or crossing his arms and huffing while turning away. calling you dude feels foreign on his tongue, an insult to you, in tooru’s mind. but he’s nothing if not a little petty, and will call you it until you apologize.

“thanks, dude.”

tooru freezes, plate of cut up fruit in his right hand that mere moments ago, he pictured he’d be feeding you. but now—“dude?”

off the court, he’s nothing but predictable. you bait him with a smile. “yeah?”

“no! what- you called me dude! me?!” tooru holds his free hand to his chest.

“tooru—”

“oh, now i’m tooru? sorry, only the love of my life can call me that and be fed fruit from my personalized platter, bro i don’t know.”

AKAASHI cares a little—it feels kind of awkward and he finds himself overthinking the term. but once he’s comfortable, he can tell if it’s just something you say or if you’re messing with him, in which case he’ll have a knowing smile as he refers to you as his friend. but if he’s tired, he’ll drag out the bit just long enough to make you regret it.

“you okay, dude?” you ask as he finally comes out from the washroom, ready for bed.

keiji doesn’t respond, the pout on his face and his slow steps speaking for themselves. he climbs into bed, curling into your side and draping an arm over you.

his breath is warm against your collarbone. “no, dude. i think we need to stop capitalism. can i have a hug now?”

wrapping yourself around him, you place a kiss on his head, hair more ruffled than usual. “i’ll collapse capitalism for you.”

“you’re the best, dude. love you, dude.”

“keiji, please.”

SUNA doesn't really care. the times rintarou 'takes offense' are for a bit, and he sounds amused the entire time. if you don't care either, he'll call you “dude” himself and means nothing negative about it. this isn't to say he won't call you "baby" or "babe" or even "hon," but he—in his words—considers a large nickname vocabulary to be diverse and for the better.

"what the fuck are you talking about, dude?" you laugh.

rintarou rolls onto his back to look at you as you rest against the bed's headboard.

he squints at you and frowns—the look of disbelief on his face isn't at the term, but your reaction. "you're supposed to get me like no one else as the love of my life."

you raise an eyebrow. "maybe you should try making more sense?"

"i'm gonna 'dude-zone' you until you take that back."

"rin—"

"what, dude?"

ATSUMU instinctively responds as if you were osamu, not used to hearing the word in your voice. as soon as it clicks, he's as offended as you'd expect him to be. it becomes nonsensical bickering as soon as you act offended, until you're both laughing and ‘apologizing’ to each other.

“dude, where is my towel?”

“huh? i dunno, why would i touch your nasty ass towel?” he asks, eyes honed in on the game on his monitor.

you blink, and a moment passes before atsumu pauses and whips around. “wait, ‘dude’?”

his expression mirrors yours as laughter builds in your stomach. “what the hell did you just say to me?”

“y’just called me dude!”

“my nasty ass towel?”

atsumu’s own words finally hit him and he stutters, “babe- wait- i thought you were ’samu—”

“samu?!”

“wait—”

AONE’s gotten so used to you calling his first name, or using terms of endearment that he thinks he’s done something wrong. his anxiety doesn’t last long, not when you take a look at his hesitant expression and posture while he works up the courage to ask about it. he wishes it didn’t bother him so much, but he admits that he’d like having a special name, or just his first instead.

“hey, dude, can you pass me my charger?”

“...huh?”

“my charger? it’s next to the couch by your feet,” you explain.

takanobu’s brows furrow as he quietly picks it up and hands it to you. he wonders if he’s imagining things when you shoot him your regular smile and thank him.

a few minutes go by, and it’s nowhere near unusual for the both of you to sit quietly together, but he hasn’t sat comfortably since you asked for your charger. moving closer, you apologize and hold onto his arm. “’m kidding, ’nobu, just wanted to see your reaction.”

his body relaxes as the both of you lean into each other, and he smiles, albeit a little embarrassed. “that’s good to know.”

“...i like your nicknames for me more.”

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starreo · 4 months

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multi-character drabble.

includes cheating, alcohol consumption, adult themes so, mdni.

you don't understand why he's dating your best friend. you're so much better than her. you make him a wholesome breakfast when she has to rush to see a friend, you drive him home when he gets drunk, crying about how he's probably never going to find anyone who loves him as much as he loves them, and you bring him hot soup when he wakes up with a hangover.

when he comes over to see her and she suddenly has to see a friend of hers, refusing to mention the name when you ask, you keep him company...ordering takeout, pouring drinks, and talking for hours, before she comes back, a little too happy, starting to be handsy as she sits on his lap, "c'mon, baby, wan' you so bad" his slightly conflicted eyes stare at your disappointed ones for a minute before taking her to bed, leaving you alone on the couch.

on his birthday, which his lovely girlfriend almost forgets about, you gift him that video game he'd been wanting for so long...you, stand in the long line in the heat to get your hands on it before it sells out. "heard you talking about it last month, so i thought it'll be a good gift for your birthday."

and it was. which is why, to thank you, he invited you over to his place, something about wanting to teach you how to play it...but you didn't care much about that, did you?

you'd gotten yourself a bikini wax the day before, so you opted for a manicure and pedicure right now, choosing the color red to paint on your nails. that was his favorite. he'd told you that when he saw you in your body-hugging, red tube dress at his birthday party. "seeing you in that color is...dangerous...makes me wanna do things i shouldn't..."

so you weren't delusional...sure, you weren't a good best friend, but she didn't deserve him...he was so sweet, so kind, so hot, so perfect, and that bitch, she cheated on him, multiple times, laughing as she told you about it.

"t-thank you-fuck..." he whispered, his cold breath hit your cunt, planting a quick kiss on your ankle, as his fingers spread your sticky cum across your folds, making a mess before he plopped them in his mouth, sucking your slick off...he looked into your teary eyes, taking his fingers out and leaning forward to kiss you, letting you taste yourself.

as he distracted you with his kiss, his cock easily slipping inside of your slippery entrance, smiling as you gasped into the kiss. so tight. so warm. so perfect. "y'er s-so good, y/n...so good to m-me, fuck i think i'm in love with you-"

eren jaeger, nagi, gojo satoru, reo, suna rintarou, hiori, isagi yoichi, rin, chifuyu matsuno. + your favs <3

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