You guys seemed to really like part one so here’s part two that nobody asked for :) If you haven’t read part one you can click here to access it These are all after the time-jump! They are all 18+
Karasuno-
Suga can actually be a pillow princess sometimes and likes to be treated like royalty. Basically worshipped.
Daichi loves working both hands at the same time, like choking you while fingering. He also goes mad for eye contact and forces you to look at him
Asahi is a gentle giant but is super strong so he kind of likes to ragdoll and manhandle you because it makes him feel quite dominant
Noya is super good with his fingers, like crazy good. He can make you come from fingering without putting in any effort, he’s at a god-tier level
Tanaka literally pounds you. Rails you into oblivion. You are left with aching hips and feeling like your insides are bruised.
Kageyama likes degrading. He’s also super good at it. All the Hinata-boke practice prepared him for it
Hinata always makes sure that you’re okay, checks to make sure you’re feeling good and all that jazz
Tsukishima also degrades you. And dear god he’s good at it. He usually mixes degradation with praises such as “What a good slut”
Yam’s likes it when you’re on top, purely because he gets to hold your hips and look at you
Other Teams-
Kuroo loves giving head, it’s literally one of his favourite things and sometimes gets so desperate to taste you that he can’t even make it 2 steps past the front door
Kenma loves to get sucked off while he’s streaming which has happened more than once. You sit under the desk while he keeps a poker face. The only thing that gives it away is when his cheeks start burning red and his concentration is altered
Lev likes to fuck you while standing, he wraps your legs around his waist and helps you bounce on him
Bokuto adores holding your hips and thighs during sex, any part of you that he can grip, he’s in love with. Especially when he really gets into pounding you and tries to go harder
Akaashi always smirks down at you when you give him head. He also makes you swallow when he finishes in your mouth
Oikawa can very easily be forced into submission, also pillow princess mentality.
Iwaizumi (lord give me strength) likes to spit on you or in your mouth, then forces you to look at him and swallow it
Ushijima really loves cockwarming. He sometimes just makes you do it while he studies for his classes and thrusts up suddenly whenever you move
I have a gut feeling that Tendō isn’t even bothered by periods. Like he has no hesitation to period sex and is genuinely surprised when you tell him that most others wouldn’t keep going
Semi loves it when you wear his shirt while he fucks you, just his shirt and that’s it, maybe thigh high socks here and there.
You’re always the first person that Suna calls whenever he gets drunk and wants to fuck. He also loves it when you leave hickeys on him so he can show them off
Atsumu has, more than once, fucked you in the locker room after practice because he likes the risk of getting caught
Osamu can very easily (if you are female) make you squirt. Like super easy doesn’t even break a sweat
Can we just talk about that Iwa one tho… UGH the audacity he has to not be real
I just got random inspiration at 4am so here we are :D Also these are based on just canon behaviour of characters, like I know the fandom basically made everyone gay but I’m going based off the show and manga <3 don’t mean to disappoint, trust me, Bokuaka? UGH otp
Tanaka has a massive thing for girls in beanies or grunge outfits
Nishinoya is a natural at skateboarding but never told anyone. Not for any specific reason, he just hasn’t mentioned it
Sugawara has a sort of parental role on the team because he often has to look after his younger brother a lot and finds it hard to break out of the responsible older bro headspace
Asahi likes big girls. Period. He is also the best hugger out of everyone
Kuroo takes away Kenma’s games everyday for at least an hour to force him to study
Bokuto rambles and gets very flustered around people who he finds attractive, Akaashi often has to translate for him
Ushijima takes mental notes while watching people interact because he wants to be approachable
Oikawa has a lot of breakdowns at night, most about his sense of identity and where he’s going in the world
The only person who can break Iwaizumi out of his rage is actually Oikawa but Iwa will never admit it
Tendō hates mirrors, he’ll often pull faces at them to make himself feel better
Suga once dared Daichi to break a watermelon between his thighs, which he did with ease
Tsukki sometimes just sits in his room and thinks about future snarky remarks and comebacks
Hinata is convinced that if you eat a seed, a plant will grow inside your stomach
Aone is super duper comfortable to lay on
Kageyama is quite a good artist when he tries. He sits in class doodling eyes in his notebook, when he’s not sleeping that is
It is extremely easy to make Semi blush
Mad Dog is actually quite fond of Nishinoya but will never admit it
Suna is saving up videos of the twins fighting for a compilation that he will present on their birthdays
Yachi is scared of the dark so she has one of those cute lil unicorn lamps that you hit and it changes colour
Ukai yells at anyone in the store who starts badmouthing Karasuno
Terushima got drunk with the team someone pierced his tongue, they all still have no idea who did it
Daichi can play the guitar, his hands are large and skilled enough to reach basically any chord
Nishinoya fake-bangs literally the entire team if they bend over to pick up something
Yamaguchi is afraid of spiders and makes Tsukki get them
On the contrary, Akaashi owns a spider. A tarantula to be exact
Kenma adores Halloween, it’s his favourite holiday
I’m so tired so that’s all I got. I hope you liked it :)
you drunkenly confess to suna, and he activates your fight or flight instincts
You want to die. You’re ready to throw yourself out the window of your dorm. You almost send a text to your mom telling her how much you love her because the afterlife? That’s where you’re headed.
And no you’re not being dramatic. What you are however, is fucked.
You should have known better than to let yourself get carried away and trying to outdrink the Miya Twins at some stupid party.
Now you’ve woken up with a headache massive enough to compete with Atsumu’s big head. Honestly, this isn’t your first rodeo with hangovers- you’re a college student, and mixed with your inability to say no, parties have become a somewhat weekly thing. Plus you’re sure you can outdrink the Miya’s at some point.
The hangover isn’t the end of the world. The memory of what you did last night however- it’s enough to convince you to give up alcohol forever.
Playing beer pong with your best friend.
Losing because you have the worst hand-eye coordination.
Volunteering for karaoke and singing horrible off-key.
Trying to call for a ride home and dialing the wrong number.
Accidentally calling Suna—
God, you can’t even bring yourself to think about it, but your brain hates you. The vivid memory replays in your head over and over again. You feel sick.
Rin,you had said. I’m so in love with you, you confessed.
You said a lot of other things before that too, but really you just want to remember what Suna had said in response. You don’t think he said anything. Did you hang up immediately? Who the hell knows?
If you remember correctly, Suna was also at another party last night too. You’re hoping he was, because maybe he was also too drunk to even remember anything. Maybe the party was too loud and he didn’t even hear any of it. Besides, there were no missed calls or messages from him after that so you think you have a good chance. Suna was definitely the type to call back after receiving a confession like that.
It’s that hope that pushes you to agree to go to brunch with your group of friends. You know you could skip it and easily blame the hangover to avoid Suna, but one part of you needsto know whether he remembers the confession. You can’t live with the suspense. You have to know right now so you can decide whether to live life as normal again or whether you have to drop out of college, fake your death and move to a different country.
When you get to the brunch spot, everyone is already there. Hope begins to bloom in your chest at the prospect of getting away with it when you arrive and Suna acts normal towards you. And by normal, you mean he immediately begins teasing you.
“Damn Y/N, you tried to outdrink Atsumu again?” he asks, a smug grin on his face as you sit opposite him.
“Too loud, please shut up I’m recovering.” You respond, trying to look disgruntled rather than fucking nervous.
Suna laughs in response, the way he always does when he knows he’s getting under your skin, but his response is comforting.
“It’s ok, I’m recovering too.” he says smoothly, taking a sip of coffee.
You look at him and use what little energy you have to suppress an eyeroll. Suna looks great compared to everyone else at the table; Atsumu is unnervingly quiet as he wolfs down his food, Osamu looks like he might hurl any second, and your friend Miwa is lost in her own world as she stares at the wall.
Suna, of course, looks like a model next to your barely put together outfit consisting of sweatpants and whatever jumper was on your floor. What kind of hungover person has the time to put on a nice jacket, classic white t-shirt and fashionable black pants? Suna Rintarou apparently.
It’s not fair and you’re tempted to say something until you remember you’re trying to keep a low profile (and if you open your big mouth, you might blurt out something that definitely should not be asked over the table in front of everyone).
So you quietly order your food, listen to Atsumu boast about his upcoming game, listen to Osamu about how much he has to do for the week and ignore Miwa when she tries to convince you to run for student council with her. You avoid looking directly at Suna for too long, because you know you’ll end up looking like a tomato.
Brunch ends before you can even comprehend anything, and you’re ready to walk away from the scene with confidence that Suna either doesn’t remember what you said last night, or he’s pretending not to and won’t bring it up. Either way, you’re grateful for one less headache.
When you all get up to leave though, and you’re ready to deuce the fuck out and suffer silently in your room, you hear Suna call out your name.
You hold your breath.
“What’s up?” you ask, turning to him.
“Are you okay?” Suna asks, scratching the back of his neck. His nervous habit he never seemed to grow out of. “You’ve been quiet all morning, when usually you could compete with Atsumu for being the loudest.”
“Yeah, I’ll be okay.” you respond, trying to act cool. You are the queen of casual conversations. “Nothing a good nap won’t be able to solve.”
He nods at that.
You nod back.
A heavy silence falls between the two of you, and you think this is the cue for your getaway. “Think I’m gonna go—”
“Actually,” Suna cuts you off and you look at him in anticipation for his next words. He looks nervous, not meeting your eyes as he glares holes into the wall beside him. He fiddles with his fingers. Cracks his knuckles. Takes a big breath. It’s a rare show of hesitance and nervousness for him and a pit of dread starts to build in your stomach.
Fuck,you internally scream, fuck.
Suna clears his throat, seemingly over whatever internal battle he was fighting. He still can’t meet your eyes though.
“You…” he starts, “do you remember anything from last night? Because you called me and—”
Suna doesn’t get the chance to finish the rest of his sentence because you immediately bolt out of the restaurant.
He has always activated your fight or flight response, and though you’re usually up for the challenge, today your body decides this is a flight only option. Despite Suna and his athleticism, you were on the track team for high school and you have never been more grateful for it than today when you sprint like the wind around the streets. You can hear him chase after you, calling your name, how he just wants to talk.
But you will not stop for him. You’re not ready for the talk, especially not when you’re hungover and look like shit. Besides, you’re not sure you can even formulate a convincing lie to get yourself out of it and Suna has always seen right through you.
You run fast enough that he doesn’t seem to be able to catch up to you, and when you spot a small bookstore, you immediately rush inside and hide in one of the shelves in the back. You hope he didn’t see you come inside.
You try to catch your breath, standing there pretending to look at the books while you try to rationalize your situation. You stay there for a good five minutes, then another five just to be safe. Only when the sales assistant gives you a suspicious look do you leave.
You don’t go back to your dorm immediately. Suna knows where you live. Instead, you choose to hide away in Miwa’s dorm and nurse your hangover there. She seems distracted enough that she doesn’t question why you aren’t doing it from the comfort of your own room and you end up spending the night. It’s not until the next morning when she’s running around getting ready for class do you decide to put on a brave face and head home. Thank god you have Mondays off.
For the next week you live in fear of Suna catching you off-guard around campus, so you devise a plan to leave at odd times to attend your classes. You begin taking alternative routes as well, avoiding all the places you frequently go to. You’re extra careful walking home, jumping at every noise that even sounds vaguely similar to him and running away.
Your stupid evasion tactics don’t last long though. After a week of hiding, Suna catches you just as you’re about to leave your apartment to go for a grocery run, corners you at your front door and declares, “You can run back inside and hide, but I’m not leaving.”
You gulp, knowing you’re backed into a corner. You live on the fifth floor too, so sneaking out isn’t an option. Shit.
“Hey, what’s up?” you try to ask casually, fake smile on your face.
Suna looks far from impressed.
“You’ve been avoiding me for a whole week. We need to talk.”
You meekly nod, sighing and opening your door wider to let him into your room. If you’re going to be rejected, you’d rather it be in the safety of your own room than in the hallway with your nosy neighbours. You steel yourself for what’s about to happen.
You aren’t a coward Y/N. You were bound to get rejected at one point, let’s do it with a little dignity.
Suna stands a safe distance away from you, standing next to your window while you remain by the door. You look anywhere but him, hoping he would just get it over and done with.
Suna lets out a sigh when he sees the look on your face.
“Can you stop looking like I’m going to yell at you? It’s just me, I don’t bite.”
“That’s just my face.” you pout. “Besides, I don’t want to have this conversation; can we just drop it?”
“Will you look at me?” Suna says, “You’re making me nervous. And don’t think you can run away just because you’re next to the door.”
You nod reluctantly, but you still won’t meet his eyes. Your cheeks are already starting to heat up.
“You’re really not going to look at me?” He asks, tone softer than usual that you start to feel bad. “I just want to talk to you, I promise. I’m not even angry at you, just— frustrated.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. This is Rintarou, the soft side of him you’ve only been lucky to catch a glimpse of a handful of times; this is the guy that you daydream about, the one who tells you he likes you back in some alternate universe. Rintarou is more terrifying than Suna, because you can never say no to him.
“Y/N, please?” He pleads. “I haven’t seen you in a whole week. Please just look at me.”
Already, you’re lifting your head to look in his eyes. See? This is what he does to you, soft spoken words and you’re already putty in his hands, willing to bend over backwards just to make him happy. Almost like a reward for your bravery, Suna flashes his signature smile at you, and you almost melt.
“Ah,” he says softly, walking towards you and cupping both your cheeks in his hands, “there she is.”
Your cheeks heat up even more, and you try to turn away once more but he holds your head firmly in place.
“Will you be honest with me?”
Do you have any other choice? You nod, slowly, hesitantly, but it’s enough for him.
“Last Saturday night, when there was a full moon, you called me super duper drunk,” he starts, “and said, Suna Rintarou I hate you and your stupid face and your stupid smile and your stupid hands I think about holding all the time, did you mean it?”
Oh my god. You want the ground to suddenly open up and swallow you whole. You want an asteroid to suddenly hit the earth and destroy all living things. Anything to get you away from the scene unfolding before you.
You stare at the little freckle on his cheek. “Yes.”
“You’re a terrible liar. My mother says I’m very handsome, so why would you call my face stupid?”
In between your thoughts of curling into a ball to feel sorry for yourself and bolting out of the room far away from Suna, you manage to roll your eyes.
“Where are you going with this?”
Suna completely ignores you.
“Moving on, you said, why are you so stupid Suna Rintarou? You’re so stupid when it comes to doing your homework on time and making all those stupid jokes. You always tease me more than anyone else, and it’s not fair that you target me when Atsumu literally exists—”
“Oh my god,” you interrupt, “did you memorize this or something?”
“Studied it better than any of my notes for a test.” he teases. “But don’t worry, I haven’t even got to the good part yet.”
You could punch him right now. You really could.
“And after that you said, I hate how you make me feel special like that, you make me delusional enough to think that maybe I am special to you and that’s why you always choose me as your target. I hate that you’ve been blessed with everything but a goddamn brain, because if you did then maybe you’d realize it before I even had to tell you.”
“Maybe,” he heaves out a breath and smiles at you, “maybe if you did then you’d realize that I’ve been in love with you for the past year and a half.” Suna looks into your eyes then, and there’s a glint in his eye you’ve never seen till now. “Rin, you said my name softly like that, I’m so in love with you.”
“I—” you try to start but he’s left you speechless. You can’t believe he remembered everything you said.
“Though, my favourite part is when you said all those sweet things then proceeded to yell ‘you suck!’ into the phone then hung up before I could even say anything.” Suna giggles, he giggles,and you realize he thinks this whole situation is funny. He sobers up quickly, then his eyes seem to start analyzing you, searching for something. “I tried bringing it up with you last week, but you ran away before I could even say anything. And all this time, I’ve just… I’ve been wondering whether you meant it.”
You stare at him blankly, still trying to process his words. You’re sure that you’ve lost all your brain cells in a week because you’re still at a loss of what to say. But there’s nothing left to hide anyway, is there?
“Yes, I meant it. The last part,” you gulp, “I really meant it.”
“The part where you said that I sucked?” he asks, eyebrow raised questioningly.
You scowl at him. “You know what I mean! The last part!”
“The part where you said I’ve been blessed with everything but brains? Or the part where you called my jokes stupid?”
You can’t believe the nerve of this guy. Stupid, stupid, stupid motherfucking Suna Rintarou. You hate the fact that he’s teasing you over your feelings like this.
“You really do suck. So much. You’re the worst person I know. Fine. Yes I meant it, yes I’ve been in love with you for the past year and half you idiot. It’s all true okay.” you finally admit, exasperated. “So can you just stop wasting my time? Reject me already, so I can cry about it and glow up and make you regret your life decisions and—”
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear those words from you?” Suna asks suddenly, looking at you so earnestly you stop your rambling. “This isn’t how I pictured you saying it, and honestly I figured I would do it first, but this works too I guess. It was meant to be a lot more romantic, and you weren’t insulting me every five seconds when declaring your undying love for me—”
You cannot believe what you’re hearing right now.
“But… this works too.” he says. “I’m in love with you too, been in love for a while now actually and I never really knew how to say it. So when you confessed last week, I just thought it was the perfect time to… you know.”
Nowhe’sthe one blushing.
“What the fuck?” is all you can say right now.
Suna can sense that you’re about to ramble and ask a million questions so he beats you to it.
“I think we should kiss right now.” is all he says, before leaning dangerously close to you.
You immediately put your hand on his chest to stop him, effectively stopping him in his tracks.
“Hold on! What the hell, I’m still processing this Rin!”
Suna looks at you in confusion, already pulling you in closer again. “What is there left to process? I waited a whole week for you already!”
“You had a whole week to process my feelings— you’ve given me like five minutes!” you exclaim. “I don’t even think I’m awake right now, quick pinch me so I know it’s real.”
“Maybe if you come and kiss me you’ll know it’s real.” Suna says, stupud smirk on his face. “Come on pretty girl, process it later, I want my kiss.”
“Who says I want to kiss you?” you counter, but your resolve is already crumbling by the second.
He shoots you an incredulous look. “Seriously? You’re going to play hard to get right now? I’m here ready to kiss you and—”
You bolt away from his hold, giggling as you run towards the door but Suna doesn’t let you take more than two steps away from him.
“I’m serious, Y/N. I’ve been thinking about this for the past week, been dreaming about it much longer than that. Can I please kiss you?”
You would be a fool to deny him when you’ve been dreaming of the exact same thing as well. So you offer him a small nod, and that’s all it takes before he pulls you towards him, so gently, as if you’re fragile.
He cups your cheeks in his hands, smiling at you as if you are the sun itself. The light from your window seeps in at that moment and lights up his eyes in a way that makes you fall in love all over again.
He brushes his nose softly against yours, eyes closing as you smile in anticipation. Just when you can’t wait anymore, you feel his lips against yours and you can’t help but melt in his arms, your body flush against him.
You don’t know how to describe what it feels like to finally kiss him. He tastes of mint, lips languidly moving against yours, not too harsh but just enough that it leaves you wanting more and more (you don’t know if you’ll ever get enough of him).
After a considerable amount of time, you both pull away, chests heaving as your foreheads bump against each other.
“Well?” you ask, still basking in the moment as you gaze up at him.
for some reason, that’s the first thing that came into your mind to ask him when the both of you were dining out with your closest friends one fine evening.
blame it on the bit of alcohol that’s in your system, you’re tipsy and it made you become more straightforward than usual.
“i don’t get it,”
you mutter to yourself while suna rintarou lets his eyes stay on your face to look at your amusing expressions.
“you’re very boyfriend material. so why is it that you don’t have anyone you’re romantically involved with?”
as you mindlessly list down the good qualities you have seen in him in the many months of being his close friend, suna rubs his chin as he hums, thinking about his answer carefully. your stare went to his lips, unconsciously biting your bottom one and gulping. you’re feeling a bit thirsty.
“must be because the girl i like is quite oblivious about my affections for her.”
with widened eyes and a startled gasp, you egged him to carry on. you had no idea he was harbouring feelings for someone (which was ridiculous because you thought you were his friend and friends say these kind of things to each other right?).
so what if you were also eager to know who it was because you needed to find out who stole the heart of suna whom you’ve liked way before he had met you? you certainly wouldn’t pose any harm on the person. at the very least, you’d compare yourself to them every waking moment, throwing them secret glares whenever you have the chance to see them.
the man you were with chuckled softly and changed his position so his body would be facing you. he gives you yet another one of his intense gaze partnered with that lazy grin you’d come to love and made your breathing hitch.
“you would think she’d find it out quickly considering we’re close but i guess that’s just wishful thinking on my part.”
blinking several times, you had to process every word that he had just said as he was awaiting for your reply. he watches you open and close your mouth like a fish out of the water and controlled himself not to just pull you into him and make out with you,your friends be damned (he reasoned it was because he was slightly drunk that he was acting on impulse and having these thoughts)
you resisted the urge to scream and do something embarasssing in front of not only the guy you like but also in front of your friends and peers.
fanning yourself and breaking eye contact with him, you looked at your surroundings to see if anyone else was listening in on your conversation yet found no one. fortunately they were all too busy with partying.
you then stared back at him and dumbly pointed at yourself.
“are you talking about me?”
“hmmm…guess.”
you’re flushed, lightly intoxicated and it’s getting difficult for you to hide exactly how much you like this man in front of you. you never were much of a planner anyways, you’re more of a go with the flow kind of person.
“so umm i like you a lot, did you know that?”
he simply gives you a smile and leaned closer to you, cupping the back of your head and caressing your cheek adoringly.
“don’t you think it’s about time we both get romantically involved with someone?”
you could smell the cologne you’ve bought for him last time when he came closer.
suna could see you wearing the earrings he’d given you yesterday upon closer inspection.
you both admired each other as you sat completely still, afraid that whatever was happening right now is just some elaborate scam you’re mind conjured up. everything is unfolding so fast you can’t wrap your head around it.
the moment suna leaned more in your direction though with his nose brushing against yours, you forget all worries about the proper way this should’ve gone and cracked a toothy smile for him to see.
“we should do this whole confession thing again properly tomorrow.”
“whatever you want, (y/n).”
the last thing you saw before closing your eyes and feeling his lips work with yours was suna fondly gazing at you as if he had waited for this moment for a long time.
(you wouldn’t know until much later on that suna rintarou had been crushing on you longer than you have been crushing on him)
i wrote this quickly while i was sleep deprived haha
summary: while out with your friends, you end up in the restaurant as suna and his friends. one|two
an: sorry for being so late with this part. i kept changing things. i did this whole written part, didn’t like it and deleted it. there’s gonna be another part, maybe written, maybe not!! but anyways, enjoy this late part and give more suggestions!!
summary: more texts from your maybe ex boyfriend suna rintaro. first part here.
an: posted this part sooner than i thought that i would. i actually had fun making both of the parts. if you want to see more stuff like this just lmk!
summary: your ex boyfriend texts you after running into each other out in public. part two.
an: hi! i know i’ve been really mia the past few months and im sorry for that. here’s a little something that i made just bcs i was bored?? might do some more!
why’d you only call me when you’re high ; suna rintarou
warnings mentions/usage of marijuana, and suna being a dick
genre angst (?), modern au, college au
word count0.6k
inspiration wyocmwyh by artic monkeys ( and this tiktok i saw )
synopsisyou’re upset that suna only wants you when he’s high while he’s indifferent
author’s note saw this tiktok of suna to this song the other day and i’ve been obsessed since. and i rarely wrote things that don’t end with a happy ending so spare me. also sorry if i didn’t use the right terminology for weed and stuff! i just went off my common knowledge.
There was silence until you heard the sound of Suna opening the drawer to his side table. The usual. You inhaled deeply, shutting your eyes. You always wondered to yourself why you thought it’d be different every time you came over. He beckoned you the same way every time.
Three in the morning, maybe even two, high off his ass, and only asking for sex when you arrived at the door.
Yet, you came in each time. You followed his trails of the smell of weed that you hated. But you put up with it each time. You laid under him, under the clouds marijuana while you let him lazily trail sloppy kisses along your collarbone or suck the skin of your thighs. As much as you loved that, you couldn’t push away the thoughts that came with it.
Your sighed when you heard the clink of his lighter. Slowly opening your eyes to the sight of Suna taking a drag and inhaling the drug. The question you’ve been wanting to ask tickled at your throat. It’s what came of those thoughts. It kept you up at night.
Did Suna even like you? Or was this just something he did while his head was in the clouds? It bit at you. You gulped audibly, mind racing.
Before Suna could bring the joint to his lips again, you spoke. “Why do you only call me over when you’re high?”
“What?” Suna angled his head down at you in question. You stared into his eyes, he obviously wasn’t sober.
You cleared your throat. Eyes shooting to avoid his tinted pink, “Why do you only call me over when you’re high, Suna?” Your tone was softer. You could feel your confidence slowly going out as he continued to stare down at you in silence.
Without a word, he fixated his view forward again and brought his joint to his lips. You internally scoffed. Well, there you had it.
You watched him exhale, craning his head backwards. It was the last time you were going to watch this. You couldn’t take it. No matter how good Suna made you feel, no matter how many times he managed to get you over the edge with the keen of his fingers or the thrust of his hips. No matter how many times he asked you to stay until the sunrised just for you to watch him cloud his mind right when he woke up.
“Fine.” You shuffled out of his bed, grabbing your clothes.
You visibly winced when you heard him snort. “Wait. You’re being serious?” He croaked. Your mouth opened to retort but nothing came out. Just the feeling that came when you were on the verge of tears.
Ugh, don’t cry over him.It’s not worth it. You repeated to yourself over and over while you got yourself together.
“___,” he called out for you. You slipped into your shoe, looking at him through your lashes.
“Forget it, Suna.”
He laughed again. “You’re being ridiculous…” You could feel the tears swelling up in your eyes.
You scoffed, heading for his bedroom door. It would be the last time you would be going through it, you were going to make yourself that promise. There would be no more walking into a waft of smoke just so you could be pleasured in the middle of the night by someone who obviously didn’t care.
“That’s fine. Just make sure to find someone else you can call when you get high and bored.” Your voice was on the borderline of shaky, but you still stood your ground.
There was no laugh this time. You watched his face twist up in confusion. Opening his door and stepping out into the clear hallway, you looked back one more time.
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