Suna Rintarou X Reader

suna rintarou x reader

summary: A rooftop, a cigarette. A drunk girl, a sober boy. A kiss.

WARNINGS: reader has an addiction to cigarettes, relapse, and recovery

a/n: I think the warnings make this sound a lot darker than it is lol the reader does struggle w an addiction, but they are getting better :) It’s mostly all fluff and comfort tbh but if you feel uncomfortable reading thats totally fine!

for anyone who is currently in recovery for anything: relapse does not mean failure nor does it erase progress ♡ 

From a distance, you are entrancing.

You’re standing on the balcony, mind far, cigarette in your hand. Suna knows you quit smoking long ago, and he can’t help but wonder what went wrong. You once told him that smoking is a habit you adopted due to the sheer amount of stress in your life. His heart aches at the thought.

You spent so long bettering yourself. Restless nights where you spent calling him, using his voice as a distraction from the itching feeling in your chest. Days where you would relentlessly chew on toothpicks, conversing with Suna with a small smile on your face.

He loves those days. You see him as a safe haven, and Suna couldn’t be happier. Reassuring you, laughing with you, loving you — there’s nothing the man loves more than existing beside you.

But there is nothing he hates more than watching you suffer. The cigarette creates an imaginary cloud of fog around you, haunting both you and him. He walks up to you with long strides, determined to clear the fog with his words and consolation.

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Source: Hare kon / ハレ婚

“you’re gonna get sick.”

akaashi sighed as he watched you under the safe cover of the gym roof. it’s much warmer here, at least warmer than it was out there.

“keiji!” you cried out. “it’s snowing!”

“i’m well aware,” he nods. “that’s why you should come here.”

"nonsense!” you exclaimed turning to him. “it’s the first snow of the season!”

“i’m well aware,” he repeats. “and if you stay out there any longer you’ll catch a cold.”

but you only ignore his comments. “so what?” you counter. “if i get a cold then it’ll be totally worth it.”

“no it won’t,” he sighs rubbing his temple, “i’ll have to take care of you if you are.” he adds.

“did you say something?”

and he only mumbles, “no,” before he watches you simply shrug and go back to the snow. the boy winced when he saw you slip and fall into the soft snow, realizing that you were only wearing a thin jacket. but despite this you simply sat up, laughing as snow continued to fall around you. he only shakes his head at your actions but he can’t hide the grin that grew on his lips.

“isn’t it pretty?” you smile.

yet akaashi could only think about how beautiful you looked in the snow.

stray snowflakes sat in your hair as you turned back to him. there’s a bright smile on your lips, one that made his heart race as you reached a hand out, offering once more. “come join me!”

and who would he be to refuse?

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it seems like we’re all having severe ennoshita brainrot tonight so here’s my contribution to that.

minors dni.

non-canonical timeskip.

content warnings: it’s late night parking lot car sex. do with that what you will. you also talk about getting married and he uses the word “wife” once.

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You gasped and covered your face. “Oh my god, get down here now.”

Ennoshita threw himself on top of you, arms caged on either side of you. He laid there for a moment as you held back a laugh, then sat up and glanced out the windows.

“You idiot,” he said. “There’s no one there.”

“There was a car! I swear.”

“I think you’re lying to me,” he said, slouching down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re looking for excuses not to kiss me.” You laughed and grabbed his face as he shifted his lips to your cheek.

“Never! I’d never do that.”

Ennoshita shot you another smile and inhaled deeply as he kissed you again, firmly and sweetly on the mouth.

“You’re makin’ up excuses, sweetheart. Just want me to kick you out and drive home, huh?”

You laughed harder and wrapped your legs around his waist, dragging him back on top of you.

“You’d better not,” you teased. “If I go outside you’re rolling out with me.”

“Naughty. What will the neighbors think?”

“I don’t care. We won’t be doing much thinking so why should they?”

“Ah, I didn’t think of that. You’re right. Who cares. I’ll fuck you right against the lamppost out there.” He tried to press another kiss to your lips but you stopped him with a hand to the face.

“No!”

“Aw, what? Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“My adventure senses end at car sex, thank you. I haven’t graduated to outdoors yet.”

“Well, I can arrange that.”

He nuzzled into your neck and teased you with his kind lips and quick tongue. You sighed through a smile and ran your hands through his dark hair.

“What is this place, anyway?” you breathed.

Ennoshita leaned up and glanced out both windows, squinting across the dimly lit parking lot to read a sign. His eyebrows raised and he stared down at you with a shocked smile.

“I think it’s a funeral home.”

Your smile dropped.

“You’re kidding.”

He sputtered out a laugh and dove back on top of you as you tried to sit up to look.

“No! You’re mine. Stay here.”

“Chikara, you ass!” You smacked his shoulder and tried to push him off.

“You’re half naked in a funeral home parking lot and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I can leave.”

“Be my guest but I won’t take you home.”

“Fine, I’ll walk.”

“I’ll follow you.”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t take me home?”

“I’m not doing it for your benefit. I just don’t want anyone else staring at your ass in these.” He grinned and tugged at your underwear, working them off your legs and planting a kiss on your knee. You hid your face as you laughed.

“You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot in love with an idiot.” He rifled through his discarded pants and pulled out a condom. “But one of us does have a great ass, so you’ll have to forgive me for being so protective.”

“How romantic. I think I want to marry you.”

Ennoshita grinned as he ripped the packet open with his teeth.

“Yeah? How bout it?” His eyes shut for a moment as he slid the condom over himself.

“Why not?” you said. “Just remember you aren’t allowed to invite your aunt.”

“What? Why not?”

“The first time I met her she asked when we were having kids.”

Ennoshita adjusted his weight so he was hovering over you.

“Yeah? Is that it?”

You both let out a relieved sigh as he sunk into you. His forehead tipped forward onto yours as he began slowly rocking himself inside of you.

“What do you mean ‘is that it’? That’s enough.”

“Okay, okay. Fine. Any other wedding rules?” His voice was strained and his eyes screwed shut.

“No one is allowed to wear black or white. Only colors.”

“What about me?”

“You can wear whatever you’d like.”

“Fine, I’ll wear a wedding dress.”

“As long as it’s not more expensive than mine.”

“You know I’d never do that.” His hand migrated between your legs and rubbed slow, tight circles over your clit. You tipped your head back and he took advantage of it, pressing small kisses over your neck. “I gotta spoil you on our big day.”

“What about our big night?”

“Our wedding night?” He grinned readjusted his so one arm was wrapped around your shoulder as the other hand continued to play with your clit. “I think I’ll hold you close like this. And I’ll fuck you slow at first, just like this.” He pressed a deep, lazy kiss to your lips.

“Once I’ve made you come once I’ll take you to the bathroom. We’ll have a huge jacuzzi tub and lots of candles and I’ll try to clean you up.” He sped up the pace of his hips, going deeper on each inward thrust. “But I’ll get distracted and pull you into my lap and let you use me until your legs are shaking.” He sucked lightly at the crook of your neck, bringing a slight ache to the surface.

“Then we’ll dry off and I’ll have my way with you every way and every place you want me to until we’re unconscious.” Heat was rushing through your body and you could feel his arm tensing underneath you. He laughed a little to himself before speaking again.

“And then whoever wakes up first makes the other person come so hard they forget they were ever sleeping.” His words came out in a rush as his pace on your clit increased. His pants turned into subtle groans and his lips twitched into an exhausted smile.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Why don’t you give me a little taste of that, huh? I wanna feel you come for me.” Your body tensed and you buried your face into his shoulder, then trembled as you came. He followed close behind, a small noise falling from his lips.

You lay against each other for a moment, breathing heavily and ignoring the fact that the car windows were completely fogged up.

“I think that sounds pretty nice,” you said, breaking the silence.

“I think so too. Want to try it sometime?”

“Having sex or getting married?”

“We already did the first one.”

“Well, then you need to be patient, Chikara. My brain’s a little scrambled right now.”

He smiled and pressed kisses all over your face and neck.

“Let it stay scrambled,” he said. “You can stay my idiot wife with the nice ass and I can be your idiot husband.”

“Then hurry up and put a ring on it, Chikara.”

Ennoshita glanced at the pocket of his jacket, which had been discarded in the front seat.

“I’m planning on it.”

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the feminine urge to commit patricide 

day 10: bodyguard | suna rintarou

suna rintarou x gn!reader, 849 words, sfw requested by @stffychn

Asellus’ 2022 Follower’s Event

These dates are always so stuffy and exhausting.

It’s hard to pretend month after month that you’re interested in the people your father arranges dates for, but you know it’s part of your duty as heiress to Japan’s biggest conglomerate. So you smile and nod when they fawn over your father, trying to get in your good graces by complimenting his business prowess, his sharp mind, or his fierce loyalty to family. You know it all quite well having been raised in it of course, so after the arranged date is over, you wish them well and never call them back.

Every time, your father only sighs and shakes his head, muttering about how he raised a stubborn child with too high of standards. And maybe he did, but there’s another reason you keep denying these set-ups for marriage.

That reason knocks on the door and walks into your bedroom as you’re taking out your earrings from another “failed” date.

Suna Rintarou looks sharp in his black suit, arms behind his back, hair gelled and pushed back behind his pierced ears. His fox-like eyes regard you through your vanity’s mirror, and there’s a ghost of a smile on his lips as he shuts the door behind him and locks it. When it’s just the two of you like this, you’re no longer bodyguard and client.

You’re what you really are: a couple of over two years.

“Aren’t you going to ask me how it went, Suna-san?” You tease as you grab a wipe to start to clean your face. “I’m sure you’re curious.”

“Don’t need to,” he responds casually as he unbuttons his suit jacket and throws it open, padding over so he stands behind you. “Did this one ask about you at all?”

“Of course they didn’t. They never do, do they?” You laugh, throwing away the wipe when your face is clean. Suna sets his hands on your shoulders and squeezes, and you spin around in your chair so you can face him. “I’m not sure how much longer my father will accept my refusals, though. He’s starting to get annoyed.”

Suna considers you for a moment before he gets down on one knee, and for a moment, you let your mind run wild with the possibilities. Suna asking you to be his partner, truly becoming part of your family, walking down the aisle with him, and then letting him take you to the honeymoon suite to—

You shake your head, blinking the fatigue out of your eyes before you ask, “What is it?”

“When’s the next one?” Suna asks as he digs in his pocket. It can’t be. You feel like you can’t breathe, excitement running through your veins. Is he proposing? Here and now? You’ve talked about it before, but is it really coming true?

“Um, in a few… weeks, I think,” you manage to stutter, eyes watching like a hawk as he pulls out—

—a handkerchief.

Suna uses it to wipe the remaining dewyness from your chin, an amused raise to his eyebrows. “What?”

“I thought you were… I thought—ugh, nevermind,” you mutter and push from your chair, walking past him to start walking toward your walk-in closet. His playful voice stops you in your tracks.

“Thought I was going to give you this?”

It feels like an out of body experience when you turn around and see that little black box in his hand. He looks so unaffected, head tilting to the side as he holds it out to you, the other hand stuffed in his pocket. You slowly pad back over, shaking fingers taking the box from his hand before looking up.

“Are you serious?”

“You’re not even going to open it?” He mumbles.

That’s when you notice the way his cheeks scrunch up for just a moment, pulling on the edge of his lips before he licks his lips and goes back to neutral. Suna Rintarou is nervous. It makes you smile, and you have to bite down on your lower lip to keep from giggling.

“You had the perfect opportunity a second ago when you were down on one knee, you know.”

“That’s boring,” he shrugs, gesturing with his head to the box. “Go on.”

“I’m just saying that—”

“Would you open it already?” He snaps, and your giggles finally explode.

You throw your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the back of his hair as you kiss him over and over, your lips not leaving each other until you’re fully satisfied.

“I don’t need to see it,” you smile against his lips. It feels perfect within his arms, and you know there’s no place you’d rather be. “My answer is yes. Yes, yes, a million times yes.”

“I guess we should go talk to your dad,” he mumbles before kissing you again. Suna starts to pull away but you grab hold of his suit jacket, shaking your head as you take a step back toward the bed.

“We can talk to him tomorrow,” you whisper, pulling him back into you for another kiss that Suna certainly doesn’t fight off.

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