𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫.

¡ Suna !

(not smut but also kinda??)
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¡ one !

Suna had never gotten head as good as yours. That was a statement, a fact, the honest truth. He was still thinking about it hours later when he laid in his bed, one hand under the sheets wrapped around his dick.

After the multiple rounds you went through with him, he still felt himself get rock hard whenever his mind flashed to the image of you on your knees with his dick in your hand and his cum coating it, looking up at him with innocent eyes as you told him you didn't have a gag reflex.

The reason why he came so quickly then was because his mind had started flashing with images of you taking him while in your mouth, letting him skull fuck you and taking it well because you weren't going to throw up if he went too far.

All he could think about was you. Your pretty hair, your eyes, your hands—your oh so talented hands.

He came again with a long, breathy exhale. He'd never pushed his body this far, but he just couldn't help it, for some reason he was extra horny today. He was never one to have multiple meaningless hookups, so he blamed it on pent up sexual frustration and tried to masturbate it away. When that hadn't worked, he'd posted it to his story as a joke. His story was where he just dumped all his thoughts, any and everything that came to mind.

He hadn't thought much about it at first. To him, you were just some random person that would always view his story. You never gave him a reason to unfollow you, so he didn't. He was so thankful he didn't.

He never thought you would swipe up. He never thought you would really come over, he never thought you would be so willing.

He remembered pacing back and forth as he waited for you, contemplating opening the conversation and telling you that he was just kidding and you shouldn't actually come over. His mind was still reeling from the fact that he had been careless enough to give his address to a stranger just for what—a quickie?

(Well, seeing as it lasted quite a while, not exactly).

When he heard that doorbell, he nearly ran to look through the peephole and audibly sighed. You were pretty, enough so that he thought you could be a model—and in the back of his mind, he wondered if you seemed a bit familiar. He assumed it was just because you followed each other for a while.

Your outfit was far too nice for just this, so he assumed that you'd come from somewhere else, but in the moment, he didn't really care.

Suna groaned as he sat up, cleaning himself up. When he was done he leaned back against the headboard, exhausted. He may have been an athlete but even this was too much overexertion.

He pulled out his phone and opened Instagram. He almost got sucked in the wormhole that was the explore page, filled with dumb little posts and some of his interests. He was lost in a comment section argument when a thought struck him.

He should check your account.

Of course he'd glanced at it when you first followed him, but he hadn't really cared much back then. He checked it again when you texted him, just to see what you looked like. You only had one post, and it was more scenery and a picture of some other girl tagged 'yemibby_' who he knew from a few brief meetings in high school.

Now, he really studied your account. He was on his main, so he saw that you were followed by an abundance of people he knew—especially volleyball players. A whole lot of guys from Nekoma and Karasuno, like the energetic short guy with the orange hair, Kenma, Kuroo, Tsukishima—all the people he used to play against.

You had guys from Shiratorizawa following you, some dude named Daishou, Terushima (who Suna knew as the dick with a tongue piercing), Oikawa—even Aran followed you. He was starting to feel like he should know you or something, or like you were some kind of gatekept celebrity he should've met in high school.