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Shake the World

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This is a submission for @zorotits collab exes and oh’s! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x fem!reader

Warnings: slight angst, smut, fingering, vaginal penetration, breeding, family talk

Word count: ~2.7K

You didn’t want to admit it, but Suna Rintarou had ruined you for other men. Even when you dated in high school, the fox like volleyball player was the standard. And you only dated for two years. Two whole years you gave to him, and he broke it off to focus on volleyball. You understood that, you really did and had even encouraged him to go pro. It just hurt how he broke up with you.

You were ready to head to his place and talk amicably about parting ways for the future. You were surprised when you walk in and see the Miya twins there and overhear their conversation.

“Good fer ya, Rin. She was holding ya back.”

“I wouldn’t say that, ‘Tsumu.”

“It’s true,” Osamu interjects. “When y’all weren’t talkin, that was the best ya ever played. Ya were more focused. Glad you dumped her.”

You slowly felt your heart break the more they talked.

“Yeah I guess you two are right,” 3rd year Suna sighs, “she’s supposed to be coming over to get her stuff so keep that talk to yourself. We did date for 2 years-“

He stopped in his tracks when he saw you in his doorway, tears falling freely as you angrily stared at him. His sharp green eyes were shocked then guilt ridden when he realized you had heard everything they said. “Is it true? Was I really holding you back that much?”

Suna watched the keys fall from your hands as well as the bag filled with his belongings. Shit, he didn’t think you’d find out this way or at all. He had thought you had been worth it. But after hearing what his best friends think, maybe it’s for the best. You were his weakness after all. He’s about to respond when Atsumu bursts through.

“She is really hot though so if ya still wanna fuck her- oh shit.” Suna quips his head to shut up the blond but it was too late. You throw his things at him and put your shoes back on.

“I fucking hate you Suna Rintarou. Never talk to me again.”

******

The champagne in your flute sparkles and fizzes as you swirl it around in your hand. You take another sip as your eyes scan the room from your lonely corner. Ten year high school reunions used to be something you looked forward to but since the break up? Not so much. You had thought you’d be with Suna, maybe married, potentially starting a family while you support him in his volleyball career. But no.

Of course you kept tabs on him, happy that he is succeeding in his calling and even saw him when he was in the Olympics. Your heart soared at his successes but the ache that came after was sharp. Those were things you thought you’d be there for him for and you just weren’t. It hurt you more than you wanted to admit but you had to suck it up. You take another sip, the light and bubbly taste tickling your tongue. A sigh leaves your lips as the party goes on around you. Most people looked at you with pity, knowing that Suna and the Miya twins were the talk of the reunion. It was hard not to look their way with everyone around them. Girls that had crushes on your ex would approach you with a half glass of wine for you saying:

“This must be so hard seeing him like this.”

“Does his success bother you? It would bug me for sure!”

“How are you not mad at him? But, he is single right? Like, you’re over him?”

“I heard you’re secretly engaged to someone! And they’re an athlete? Petty revenge, I like it. Cheers!”

You’d smile and chuckle along before taking a drink. To the world and your friends, you’re a growing music writer and producer working with a bustling network of artists and celebrities. The ring on your left hand is a sign of another aspect of your life. You’re unheard of finance has been the talk to gossip circles and friend chats. However, that’s not the front of it.

Your fame is being overshadowed by the truth of you being Suna Rintarou’s high school ex. The tabloids say all your success is because of him, saying that he got you all those jobs because of his name. It’s all bullshit. You worked your ass off at school, internships, and every other little odd job you had to make yourself who you are. Suna didn’t help you, he wasn’t fucking there. The worst thing you hear is when you’re now in earshot of the terrible threesome is when Gin loudly proclaims:

“So Suna, who’s thih you’re dating? Rumors are going crazy right now!”

Atsumu quickly interjects and wraps an arm around his foxish best friend. “Are ya kiddin? With our schedule,” he chuckles with a slur in his voice, “it’s amazin he’d have time for this! Plus!” Atsumu eagerly continues, “I’ve heard he’s of ta market.” Suna just shakes his blond friend off and sips at his drink. His hand fidgets in his pockets as he tries his hardest to avoid looking at you. The middle blocker knew you were gonna show up but it didn’t prepare him for actually seeing you. His heart lurches for what could have been and what should be. The both of you knew it was for the best but he didn’t wanna end it the way it did. Maybe having the twins over before truly parting ways wasn’t the best idea, but he had hoped one of them would talk him out of it and stick it out with you.

God, you really do look amazing tonight. He knows he has no right to think that right now, so he punches Atsumu’s side and strides over to the bar. Unsurprisingly, a crowd of fan girls follow him and he tries to hide his irritation. Sure he’s happy with all the attention of being a star athlete, but it’s his high school reunion can’t he have a little space? Just one night where he doesn’t have to be Suna Rintarou, EJP middle blocker and Olympic athlete. He wants to be Suna Rintarou, former Inarizaki volleyball player and best friend to the Miya twins. Of course he wants to capture this moment with funny videos and memes but he has to be more careful with what he posts after all. Any mention of his high school life and you’re thrown into the picture. Accusations that you used him left a sour taste in his mouth but his PR and manager told him not to interact.

He also kept tabs on you, smiling when he saw your name under popular artists. He remembered the dreams you had of working with them and was excited to see you achieving your dreams. The two of you made your dreams come true, maybe breaking up was the best thing for you two. Suna orders another whiskey sour and heads to an empty hallway. A deep sigh leaves his lips which then alerts you to his presence. Seems like the two of you had the same idea.

“Oh, it’s you.”

There’s no malice or ill intent in your voice as you eye him with contempt. You take a gulp and rest against the wall, eyes darting to the door of the private room to avoid his lingering stare, knowing you’ll fall into those sly emerald pools in front of you. You hear him clear his throat in front of you and you’re immediately drawn into him, inhaling his cologne that reminds you of being held in his arms in his bed, wearing his hoodie, riding him, cockwarming him…

“Is there somewhere we can talk?”

Your eyes are in a haze of lust that quickly dissipates and slightly sobers you up. His baritone voice catches you slightly off guard as this is the first time you hear it all night. You curtly nod and tilt your head to a disclosed room, a closet of sorts and the two of you step inside. You wait for him to lock the door before you drop all the weight you had been mentally holding. “Fucking finally.”

Suna quickly pulls you into a needy yet passionate kiss, hands cupping your face to keep you closer. Your hips rock into his as he pushes you up against the wall, locking your hands above your head with one hand and pulling a leg to wrap around his waist with the other. He groans into your mouth when he feels the heat and wetness from you rubbing his hard erection. He pulls away first, tantalizingly slow to drag his lips on your neck to leave seductive kisses on your skin. You breathe lightly into his ear and grip his hair tightly as you feel his fingers travel to your inner thigh and play with your exposed folds. His nose sharply inhales at how daring you are being so open like this as his fingers are coated with your essence before he slides two fingers inside of you. Both of you moan lowly, your hips gyrating up into him.

“Bunny,” he moans into your ear. “Have you been like this all night?” He pumps another finger into you and begins a slow pace. He sees you nod, doing your best to keep your voice down and snickers to himself. With a low whisper you softly respond.

“I, I hated all those bitches and Miya twins talking to you.

“Fuck I love when you get possessive babe. Touch me, I wanna feel your hand around me, baby.” His demand has you keening and knocking your head back in pleasure. You shake your head before licking your palm to lube his cock. He cocks an eyebrow at you. “No?”

You whimper out, “just quickly fuck me, less of a mess.” Your chest heaves as you feel his warm erection in your hand. The way he bucks into your hand reminds you of your high school days. Suna moans while biting his bottom lip before he lines up with your entrance and pushes in. Although he risks messing up your lipstick, he covers your mouth with his hand as he fucks up into you. You shiver and whimper, licking his palm as you feel him pulse inside you. You can feel how much he’s wanted you too. You didn’t miss the way his eyes would find yours during the party but you tried to shake it off. You couldn’t help it, he has you in his clutches and you don’t plan on being released any time soon.

Your nails dig into his button up as he pounds you harder against the wall. You feel your toes curl in your shoes as he hits that one sweet spot you love, a spot only he can reach. You know better than to leave remnants of your rendezvous but you’re feeling extra needy tonight and you need him badly. Suna rests his head in the juncture of your neck, kissing and nipping at the sweaty skin as his hips continue to roll into you. He knows you two don’t have much time so he whispers for you to lock your ankles around his waist so he can hold you up with one hand and rub your clit with the other. He kisses your lips to silence your whiny moans knowing damn well you love it when he does that. Your hips move erratically as you feel that coil within you about to release. Suna notices the signs and keeps going at his pace with his waist and fingers. His tongue inside you commands for you to cum with him, feeling his pre spilling into you already. You let out an extra high whimper behind his lips as his breathing changes, pulling away to catch your expression as he spills his seed inside you. The two of you ride out your orgasms until his balls are empty. The empty closet is hot and smells of the two of you, a smell you didn’t realize you missed.

Suna slowly lets you down and sits you carefully on the floor. He keeps your legs spread to insert a finger. He hushes you as you keen into his touch. “Sh sh baby, gotta keep it all in, yeah? Don’t want a mess, and besides I thought we were trying for a family?” You eye him in disbelief before rolling your eyes and pulling your underwear from your purse and putting them on.

“I had a backup plan,” you chuckle. You pat the space next to you and wait for him to join you against the wall, his hand resting atop yours. “Still the king of barely there aftercare.”

He flicks your head before letting you rest it on his shoulder. “We’re in a bar closet, there’s not much here.” His thumb rubs comforting circles on the back of your hand and the two of you sigh deeply. “Bun, we’ve gotta tell them at some point.”

You breathe deeply in exhaustion. “I know, but you’re almost done with the season, and I’ve got my projects. With how we acted tonight, we can’t just go out and say “just kidding, we’re engaged and planning a family”. I don’t think they’ll take that very well.”

Suna laughs at your quick quip and sarcasm, bringing your hand to his lips for a kiss. “True, but I wanna see the look on ‘Sumu and ‘Samu’s faces when I tell them we got together 3 years ago. They think I hate you.”

“And the world thinks I haven’t worked hard enough to get where I am.” Suna kisses your forehead at this before commenting,”well in a way, I did help with some- ow!”

You had flicked his head with a pout. “I only asked you cause the company was really interested in your team! That’s all. But,” you sigh in defeat, “it would help erase and ease some of the rumors and tension. And besides,” you lift your left hand to admire the ring he meticulously picked out for you.

“I’m tired of hiding who got me this amazing ring.”

“Plus Kita and Aran figured it out,” Suna adds as he stands and lends you a hand. His laughs at your dropped jaw and helps you look somewhat normal. If he’s being honest, breaking up with you was the best and worst thing for him. He got what he wanted but also realized who he was without you and wanted to be part of your life. All the missed important dates in both of your lives was due to schedule conflicts but the two of you had private celebrations. Both of your managers knew of your relationships and did their best to conceal it so the two of you could focus on your careers. It really was for the best, you think as you check yourself in your phone camera before hearing the door unlock. Rin looks back at you with a soft smile with his hand held out.

“Are you ready to shake up the world?”

*****

Bonus

When the two of you return to the party, all eyes are on you as Suna lifts your left hand and proclaims that you’re his fiancé and have been together in secret for years. You threaten after that if any of them lean this info that you will have all of them doxxed. Suna shakes his head and says, “she’s joking, but seriously. Don’t.”

Atsumu and Osamu have matching expressions as the two of you approach them. Both of them sputtering out “we’re so sorry, we didn’t know, we’re such dicks,” yadda yadda before you silence them both.

“Turns out, we are better apart. But we’re our best when we are together. Suck on that!”

“She’s a little drunk.”

You snort, “on your dick.”

“Alright, we’re leaving. And if any tabloid asks, we left separately.”

The atmosphere shifts when you leave and the Miya twins just gape at each other. The blond speaks first.

“You owe me 1000 yen.”

“Yeah, yeah.”