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Rintarō Suna x Reader “Just breathe”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @wake-uptoreality @nerd-of-karasuno @lyditheoverthinker

Genre: fluff and smut

Words: 1800

The apartment is silent. The couple of six years have been giving each other the cold shoulder for about three days now. Giving each other snappy answers, briefly reacting to what the other has to say and no kisses or touches have been shared between you two.

It all started when you got your period in the morning three days ago, the pain and your low energy matching your moodiness. Suna knows he should always watch what he says and does during that time, but to be honest, he had quite a shitty day as well.

Shitty blocks, lots of yelling from the coach and twisting his ankle in a bad way have completely ruined the Middle Blocker’s day at practice. He just wanted to get home to you, hug you tight and you whispering comfort in his ear that everything is going to be okay was all he wanted. Instead, as soon as he stepped through the front door of your apartment he could already tell something was up with you. You were standing in the kitchen and you didn’t even greet Suna when he appeared in your vision. He sees that you have a grumpy look on your beautiful face, which already brings his bad mood even more down.

So he can’t believe he dares to ask what’s wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”, you snap at him.

Suna huffs out an annoyed sigh and just leaves the kitchen to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

You continue to make dinner for you and Suna and your cramps are killing you. Turning down the heat a little bit, you walk towards your bathroom and you can hear the sound of the shower running.

Entering the bathroom, the steam hits you immediately and you open up the cabinet to take some Paracetamol to hopefully relieve your pain level a little bit.

The brown-haired pro volleyball player exits the shower and sees you taking some pain meds. Grabbing a fluffy towel from the heater against the wall he wraps it around his waist.

“Baby, why are you taking Paracetamol? Are you okay?”, your boyfriend asks worryingly while drying his hair with a smaller towel.

“No, obviously I am not fine, otherwise I wouldn’t be taking this.” Popping two pills into your hand, you make your way back to the kitchen.

Fed up with your attitude, he now reaches his limit and snaps back.

“Okay, you know what? Fine. Be that way. I was just trying to help.” He calls after you.

Hearing that, you can feel your frustration rising, making your blood boil in anger.

“Great help stating the obvious Rintarō. I feel so much better already.”, spitting venom at him, you only add fuel to the fire.

“What is your problem woman? Did I do anything to upset you?” He frantically asks, quickly pulling a fresh shirt over his toned body as he rejoins you in the kitchen.

As you drain the ramen noodles from the water in the pot, you decide to ignore him.

“(Y/N)! You’re gonna give me an answer or??”

“I am not in the mood Rin! Would you just leave me alone and freaking drop it?!”

Suna gives you one last look before scoffing and shaking his head at your childish behavior.

“When you are done being a childish brat, I am ready to talk.” Grabbing his phone he lays down on the couch and puts on American Horror Story. Opening his phone, he opens TikTok and watches some videos to try to calm himself down.

You finish making dinner, but don’t call your boyfriend over. Taking your bowl to the small table near the living room you sit down and start eating alone.

‘Screw him. He can make his own dinner.’, you think to yourself while angrily stabbing the poor chicken in your Ramen bowl before putting it in your mouth.

You hear the distant noise of the TV in the living room but don’t join him.

And this is how it’s been going on for the last two days. You both come home, don’t talk to each other, and don’t eat together but still go to bed together with a great distance between your bodies. Too stubborn to talk to each other, neither of you wants to start to apologize even though it’s you who started it in the first place.

And now. Here you both are.

Still no talking, just passive aggressiveness remaining in the air.

It’s Saturday and both you and Suna have this weekend off. Suna has been forced to take leave because of his bad performance lately at practice and was told not to show his face until he grew some balls and talked things out with you.

Suna is currently sitting in front of your shared couch on the floor, playing Insurgency on his PS4.

A frown decorates his face as he watches you wipe down the entertainment system, constantly blocking his view from the TV.

“Could you maybe do that later? I am trying to focus on the game.” His first words to you, after not talking for three days.

“No.”, you simply say, continuing to wipe off the dust.

Suna inhales deeply because his patience has run out.

He gets up and walks in your direction with quick steps.

You turn around and glare up at his towering figure, not being intimidated by his height in the slightest.

“You want to say that again you little brat?”, he whispers in a dangerous tone as he leans in a little bit, his warm breath hitting your face.

You lean closer to him, lips now only inches apart.

“Want me to spell it out for you? I said NO. N-O.” Your form reminds Suna of a rattlesnake. It’s like he can almost hear your tail rattling in anger, ready to put your fangs into your enemy.

Instead of your fangs, you close the gap between the two of you, clashing your mouth angrily and with force against his.

Tongues battling for dominance, Suna easily wins it.

Your hands travel up to his short, dark-brown hair, harshly tugging on it, as your fingers thread through his thick locks.

Completely enraptured in pleasure, your frustrations begin to falter and Suna moans heavily into your mouth when he feels your nails scratching the skin on his head.

The Middle Blocker‘s hands forcefully grab your hips pulling you back and you can only follow him blindly while still having his tongue down your throat.

Turning you around quickly, he pushes you against the hallway wall in a haste, almost knocking out the air in your lungs with the amount of force your boyfriend uses against you.

Your arms wrap around his strong neck and pull yourself up a little bit to rub your front against his.

Both of you break apart for some air, and a string of saliva connects your wet lips.

Suna‘s grayish-yellow lust-blown eyes meet your own, breathing heavily as he stares down at you.

He smirks cockily, grinding his hips against your own, making you gasp.

Nuzzling his face into your tender neck, he places hot kisses down your neck, gently biting it in between. Grabbing his shoulders in anticipation, you try to pull him closer to you.

“Guess I‘ll have to show you how a good girl should behave.“ He purrs into your neck, kissing it softly.

You grin at his words, fingers finding his face and you drag him up again to look at you.

His eyes follow your tongue as you lick your lips, turning him on even more.

“Then you better put on your best performance.“

Suna‘s eyes widen at your demand, shining in an exciting gleam.

Lifting you, like you weigh nothing, he makes his way toward your shared bedroom.

Entering it, he closes the door with the back of his foot and drops you on the bed, letting the magic happen.

Spoiler alert, you end up winning this fight.

~ Five steamy rounds later ~

Suna thrusts into you one last time, before reaching his limit, filling you up with his cum.

His head is spinning, sweat is dripping down his face and he groans loudly in pleasure.

Suna is not going to lie, his body feels beyond exhaustion, like he worked out for 5 hours straight.

Panting heavily he drops beside you with a huff, trying to catch his breath.

“Just breathe, it’s not that hard.“ You tease him as your hand lays on his naked glistening chest.

Feeling each breath he takes, you feel proud for tiring your lover out.

Sharp eyes snapping to you, he glares at you in disbelief, still trying to catch his breath.

“Easy for you to say.“ He starts.

“You‘re not the one who just worked his ass off five times.“

Giggling at his answer, you lay your upper body over his, making him grunt. Nonetheless, he wraps his arm around your body to pull you closer to him.

You put your head over his chest, right above his heart and you can hear his fast heartbeat slowing down.

Fingers tracing little circles on his toned abdomen, you look at his face.

His eyes are closed and you can feel him relax by your touch.

“Rin?“ You whisper.

“Hm?“ He replies, while still having his eyes closed.

“I am sorry for my behavior.“ You apologize.

He lazily opens one of his eyes to gaze at you with a raised thin eyebrow of his.

All of sudden, he starts to sit up, making you frown in confusion by his action. Moving off of him, you continue to watch him.

He bends down to the side of the bed to reach his neglected shorts, to pull out his phone out of his pocket.

Still very confused, you watch him as he lays back down next to you again and unlocks his phone.

Holding it near you, you can see he has his voice recorder app on.

“Please repeat what you just said.“ While glancing at you with teasing eyes and mischievous smile.

You just stare at him for a few seconds, blindly reaching for a pillow and you start hitting him with it.

Suna starts laughing loudly, easily blocking your hits.

Come on, he does it professionally every day.

You’re both glad though, you made peace in the most easy way, letting your frustrations out during sex.

Nail and bite marks cover you and your boyfriend’s skins, limbs are heavy and you don’t even want to start with the amount of hickeys decorating your neck, breasts and thighs.

Six years are a long time to be together and even with the most petty fights, you both always manage to come back to each other, giving a 100% into your relationship and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Vandalize my heart

11k • explicit • ShinBaku

It was just sex. That was all it had ever been, so Katsuki had no reason to be disappointed when Hitoshi broke it off. He’s not heartbroken. He’d have to give a flying fuck first. He… ha had just gotten used to the bastard, that’s all.

It’s been a month since the last time they fucked. When Hitoshi shows up unexpectedly, Katsuki wants this one to leave a mark.

[Read the fic on AO3]