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april 29th and rintarou suna was questioning his fidelity
april 29th and rintarou suna was annoyed from the advances of his current girlfriend who makes him feel nothing anymore
april 29th and rintarou suna was gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white, easily going 15 over the limit in a rush to see you
april 29th and rintarou suna didn’t tell his girlfriend where he was going
april 29th and rintarou suna was tapping his foot waiting for you to open the door, regret growing with every second you stalled
april 29th and rintarou suna instantly had his tongue down your throat the second the door opened, hands on your waist tightly, shutting the front door behind him
april 29th and rintarou suna was pulling your dress over your head in a flash so quickly you weren’t sure he wasn’t magic
april 29th and rintarou suna was shoving his middle and ring fingers past your pretty lips demanding, “suck.” as you undid his white button up shirt
april 29th and rintarou suna was palming your soaking pussy through your pretty lace panties, watching your eyes flutter shut and your head roll back at the sensation. “rintarou, please.”
april 29th and rintarou suna was pinching and pulling your clit and your nipples to make you cum without him even touching your pussy. panties still on, and now drenched.
april 29th and rintarou suna had taken one of your breasts in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the soft skin and nipping at the flesh to leave pretty red and purple marks, the other in his hand as he played and squeezed and pinched to make the sensations equal
april 29th and rintarou suna told you to open wide only for him to direct his spit to land on your cheek rather than in your mouth, and proceeded to rub it around your face with his thumb, coating your skin in his saliva. “you look so pretty like this, babydoll. you’re so so good for me.”
april 29th and rintarou suna’s thighs were shaking, abs were clenching, and fist was tight in your hair as he dragged you by your hair up and down his dick, his other hand being sure to reach down and press a thumb to your clit in your most sensitive spot
april 29th and rintarou suna had his soon-to-be wife’s best friend gagging on his dick as the most vulgar, vile, desperate, sinful sounds fell from your lips
april 29th and rintarou suna had you screaming louder than anyone’s ever made you be, bent over with a leg over his shoulder and one wrapped around his waist as he lifted your hips to stick your ass in the air, face shoved down into the blankets which aided in muffling your sobs and screams
april 29th and rintarou suna had bruised and bitten and pinched your entire body enough to cover you in love bites and marks, showing you off as his. something he’d never done much of with his fiancée.
april 29th and rintarou suna had you holding your orgasm with the most fucked out glassed over eyes he’s ever seen, begging that “if you just let me cum i promise to be the best girl you’ve ever seen, rinnie”
april 29th and rintarou suna meets the abused and overstimulated flesh between your legs with a solid pro volleyball player strength slap anytime you cum without permission
april 29th and rintarou suna has long since stopped worrying about being nice to your body. his tight grips and sharp bites and hard slaps and clit & hair pulls: every pain inducing thing he did to you? the more it hurt the better it felt
april 29th and rintarou suna had you creaming all over his dick, his cum leaking out of your overused hole, body more severely fucked than ever before
april 29th and rintarou suna had ensured you’d be walking funny for the following week
april 29th and rintarou suna swirled your clit with his abnormally long tongue before tongue fucking you like the pussy god he is
april 29th and rintarou suna didn’t bother showering before returning to his fiancée, reeking of sex and of your perfume. shirt messily buttoned and wrinkled, belt long gone (still on the floor of your bedroom), hickeys littering his skin, and not even a second glance at his wife to be. 
april 29th and rintarou suna had ruined his promises of fidelity.
do you really wanna know where i was april 29th?
Public sex Ft. Inarizaki boys!
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairing: Suna, Osamu, Atsumu X Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut
Format: Drabble
Warnings: NSFW! content, (semi) public sex, oral(M&F receiving), Fingering, Vaginal penetration
Word Count: 0.8K
A/n: Haven't written about them for a while so :P
↳Rintarou Suna
Suna has always been fond of the good luck quickies you offer him before the games start.
He tries to keep an eye on the door to watch if anyone comes in as you told him too, but with the way you bob your head up and down on his length?
It's hard to miss such tempting view. How can he not stare into your beautiful eyes when you take him this well?
He groans when he feels you rolling your tongue around his tip, suddenly deepening him down your throat until the tip hits the back of it. And you choke, again, but you keep going, and assure Suna that one day, you will be the death of him.
He curses under his breath after he catches a glimpse of the watch, realizing there's only five minutes left until the match starts. Removing your mouth from his member reluctantly, he sits you on his lap, adjusting you on his cock before thrusting up hungrily, earning low mewls from you. He knows he's being rough and somewhat needy, but he just can't help it; It feels too good to be inside you.
He needs to come quickly now, and tonight after the game, he will make sure to take his time, returning the favor by pleasuring you twice as hard.
↳Osamu Miya
Sex in his office has always been a treat for you two. Osamu sure enjoys the sight of your body wrapped in a nice skimpy lingerie, and black tights embracing your long legs. He smirks when he pulls the garter and sets it free, loving how you jerk your hips when it slaps against your skin.
He reminds you to keep your voice down, that you're still in his office and he doesn't want others to find out how much of a slut you actually are; but he has no right to protest, since his fingers scissoring you open are pretty much the reason why you can't help but to let out lewd sounds.
Whenever one of the workers ask for permission to come in, he pushes you under the desk, gagging you with his already throbbing member as he keeps his voice normal and acts so smooth like you have literally zero effect on him. Sometimes you want to start sucking his dick while the worker is in his office to embarrass him, but you know you'll receive a hard punishment afterwards that's not worth all the trouble.
He whispers degrading comments into your ear, delighted by how you shiver when his lips make contact with your ear. His right hand grips one of your boobs while the other one fastens its speed, provoking you to moan louder.
He bites your shoulder when you finally reach your climax, tightening his grip around you so you don't fall from his lap. He then picks you up with no effort, places you on his desk while throwing all his belongings on the ground, ready to fuck your brains out.
↳Atsumu Miya
Atsumu loves it when you wear things he's bought for you. At the restaurant, he smiles when he glances from the menu to your black high heels, admiring how it has hugged your feet perfectly. When he gives his orders to the waiter and looks down the table, he's met with the high heels alone, without your feet in them. He's confusion doesn't last for long though, because he suddenly feels something poking his crotch, and when he looks down, he's met with your painted toe nails grinding on his clothed cock.
You somehow find your way to the storage room, in such hurry that you don't even bother to lock the door. He slams you against the wall and kneels in front of you, peppering your skin with light, but hungry kisses. He starts from your ankles and comes up, fingers holding your legs tightly. A small groan escapes his lips when he finally has a taste of your wet pussy, and starts taking his frustration out on your poor little cunt. He doesn't listen when you tell him to slow down or you might not be able to hold your voice back, simply telling you that you asked for it and now you gotta face the music. He doesn't even care that his pants might be ruined when kneeling like this, because nothing matters to him, as long as he can have his way with you.
You end up sticking to the wall as he pounds into you, moaning at how your walls swallow him whole. You're so fucking tight and he doesn't even have to move, being inside you is enough to make him lose his mind. Although he's always been obsessed with how your voice gets louder when you release all over him, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to hear that pretty voice of yours, again.
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