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DAY 4: SLOTH: RINTARŌ SUNA

The first warm early sun rays peek through the blinds into your room, waking you up in the process. EJP Raijin had a game of victory last night against the Tachibana Red Falcons, you and Suna celebrated the whole night, drunk kisses and passionate thrusts into you were exchanged last night. The first thing you notice is a heavy arm wrapped tightly around your naked waist. As you try to turn around to face your lover, Suna tightens his grip on you, mumbling something incoherently into your neck. Pressing light kisses along your throat, the Middle Blocker moves his kisses to your awaiting lips. As soon as his soft lips come in contact with yours, Suna lets out a blissful sigh. Keeping your lips locked with each other, the brunette turns, so now you’re sitting on top of him. While having a solid grip on your waist, he eagerly pushes you back to his erection. You’re already wet enough from his intoxicating kisses and he slides into your slick walls very quick. Breaking the sloppy kiss with sinful moans, you both open your eyes and you see your boyfriend’s usual green eyes replaced by a beautiful shade of tropical teal.

Grinning at his eyes’ changed color, Suna smirks back at you, his canines sharpening in the process.

Moving up and down in a quick pattern, you rest your hands on his muscular abdomen, whimpers and deep moans leaving your boyfriend’s mouth.

"I… I know -ahhh- you… you said that you’re the demon of sloth w-when we first -argh- met… but I feel like -ohhh- you’re putting too much work into t-this."

Chuckling darkly, Suna sits up, wrapping one of his arms around your lower back while the other one gathers your hair, pulling on it, making you hiss and he leans closer to your ear.

"That may be true my love but -ah- when it comes to you, I like to show you what I can do. I almost fucked you into oblivion last night. -Shit- now let’s do round four shall we?" He bites into your ear and flips you over, to give you a fucking of a life time.

All of the Seven Sins as Haikyuu!! characters in a single post <3

Warning: nsfw, cursing

PRIDE: Wakatoshi Ushijima

It‘s his strong arrogant pride that made you draw to him in the first place. His confidence on the court is overpowering and his intense eyes find yours in the crowd at a Schweiden Adlers game. His gaze is burning into you, you see him give you a slight nod. Feeling your face flush, your focus is on him and his strong figure the entire game. After the game is over, you wait in line to get a signature on your jersey. With timid steps, you get up to the table, looking straight into his olive green eyes that have a hint of a golden shine to it.

"G-Good Game, you were amazing out there."

"Thank you.“ His deep-rich voice is giving you chills but in a very good way.

Signing your jersey, he hands it back to you, quietly telling you to look at it when you are alone.

Once you are in your car, you see a little side note under his signed name.

"Come to my next game, you will be in for a surprise. You will see I am not only good in volleyball.“

GREED: SHŌYŌ HINATA

You’ve been watching him for a while now. He is here every day, same time, same place. The local beach of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. And every time he is playing beach volleyball with the local residents of Rio, his smile is just as bright as the hot sun that shines almost each day.

Watching him behind your sunglasses whenever he plays, you can't help but watch from a close spot as the sweat drips down on his shirtless hot body and it's not just his body that is smoking hot, it's his cheery and extroverted personality that has you weak for him. But just on another usual Saturday morning, you are tanning in the hazardous heat, when a shadow all of sudden takes away the light from your upper body.

When you take your sunglasses down, you see a very familiar ginger head staring down at you with the biggest grin while his hands rest on his hips. He shamelessly ogles you up and down with his sunglasses, almost greedily, like he wants to eat you up like a delicious scoop of his favourite ice cream. ''Hey, my name is Hinata Shōyō, I know you have been watching me during my games. I must say, I haven't seen anyone as gorgeous as you around here before.'' When he leans his face down a little bit, you see a bright pearl mandarin orange shine brightly at you, along with sharp canines that make his smile dangerous. ''Want to play some beach volleyball with me and we can... get to know each other a little bit more? I can show you how to do a proper serve.''

LUST: ATSUMU MIYA

He has your back pressed against a bathroom club door of the men‘s room, his intoxicating scent blinding the rest of yours. His hot tongue is clashing against yours in a ferocious manner, you’re whimpering and moaning against his mouth. He gives you a moment to breathe, a string of saliva connected by your lips. The both of you are panting, gasping for air while staring deeply into each others eyes. His honey brown orbs are barely visible by his dilated pupils. Grasping your chin in his hand, he leans closer again and you see his irises turning into a dangerous ruby red glow, his canines getting a bit sharp.

"Say babygirl, whaddya say we take this to ma place, I‘ll show ya the secret talents of the Demon of Lust himself.“ He says while almost purring like a cat, you can’t help but fall into his spell of seduction.

ENVY: TŌRU OIKAWA

Watching you talk to his best friend at a party is making his blood boil with rage and jealousy, his grip on his red drinking cup is making the plastic slightly crunching with noise.

Laughing at something Iwaizumi said, you gently push him, giggling like a little school girl in love. Oikawa has been keeping his eye on you for a couple months now, but you’re not the slightest bit interested in him. And it pisses him the fuck off.

The brunette continues to watch the two of you, until he can’t take it anymore. He dumps his drink in the nearby trash and makes his way over to you with quick steps.

"Iwa, mind if I borrow (Y/N)?" Before Iwaizumi can even reply, Oikawa drags you off by grabbing your arm, ignoring your protest and tries of pulling yourself free.

Entering an unoccupied room, he forces you in and closes the door and then locks it.

"Oikawa what the fuck was that?!"

"I am not letting Iwaizumi take away what’s rightfully mine.” He growls and takes predator-like steps towards you, looking like a lion ready to devour its meal.

The room is really dark, the moonlight the only light source in the room. All of sudden, you see a dangerous glow of lime-green eyes looking at you. The usual chocolate brown eyes gone completely from his irises. The glowing green literally screaming lethal poison.

His changed appearance is striking a little bit of fear into your bones and yet, you feel excited for what’s coming next.

"Now, my sweet little thing, we are gonna play a game called 'Cat and Mouse', so be sure to be loud and squeaky enough for the whole party to hear you."

GLUTTONY: OSAMU MIYA

You and your husband have been overdue for a much needed vacation, which is why he put his manager in charge of his shop to take you to Okinawa. He booked a beach house for about 10 days and you could not be more excited to spend some much needed alone time with him.

After an exciting day at the beach and a delightful dinner together, you feel Osamu’s bare strong back as he fills you over and over again with his cum.

You don’t know how many rounds it’s been but the both of you keep wanting more. Thankfully as a supernatural being, he is an incredible amount of energy to spare.

Hiding his face in your neck, he switches between heavy pants and groans, his thrusts still as hard and powerful as they were over an hour ago.

"Say Samu…?" You manage to breathe out.

Humming in question, the ravenette pauses his thrusts and when he looks into your eyes, it seems like his now changed violet eyes stare right into your soul.

"What do you say about a little snack break? Aren’t you starting to run out of energy?"

He smirks at your request, propping himself up on his arms, still staying inside of you.

"Does the lady have any wishes?"

You purse your lips and think for a few moments, saying the first dessert that comes into your mind.

"Hmmm… banana cream pie?" You give him your best puppy eyes.

"As you wish." He grins and holds out his hand.

All of sudden, a whole damn banana cream pie is resting in his left hand, gently setting it down into the side before dipping his finger in the whipped cream, spreading it over your naked chest.



"H-Hey I was gonna eat that!" You pout.

Licking the whipped cream off of your chest, he gently sucks your boobs, biting and licking them.

Even though Osamu can’t get enough of food, his hunger for your body is insane. He can’t get enough of you.

His hands produce more whipped cream, as he spreads it across your stomach and more on your chest.

Leaning back into the pillow, you let the demon of gluttony devour you whole.

WRATH: TOBIO KAGEYAMA

You know this is just a one-time thing, that he’s only using you for his own pleasure. He snaps his hips into yours with a punishing pace, the force of his thrusts making the headboard bang into the wall constantly.

His raven-black hair is matted with sweat on his forehead, his head is thrown back, mouth open to let out loud moans.

All of sudden, he stops and when he opens his eyes to look at you, a shiny silver glows in his irises, making you believe that you’re looking into the brightest star tail across a night sky.

"T-Tobio…" You sigh out his name in pleasure.

He chuckles darkly, pulling out and flipping you over with ease.

Now laying on your stomach, Kageyama wastes no time in pushing back into you without a warning.

He caught his girlfriend cheating on him at the bar at a night out with one of his teammates and you as her best friend were the first person in his vision to have revenge sex with as payback.

‘It’s only for one time. I need to show that bitch that she can’t do as she pleases.’ You remember his words clearly.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a harsh bite against your shoulder and you tell him to be a little bit more gentle.

"Can’t handle a little roughness? I have to show your bestie that she can’t go around being a whore. And you’re the perfect fit for telling her later on that I fucked her best friend’s brain out.”

SLOTH: RINTARŌ SUNA

The first warm early sun rays peek through the blinds into your room, waking you up in the process. EJP Raijin had a game of victory last night against the Tachibana Red Falcons, you and Suna celebrated the whole night, drunk kisses and passionate thrusts into you were exchanged last night. The first thing you notice is a heavy arm wrapped tightly around your naked waist. As you try to turn around to face your lover, Suna tightens his grip on you, mumbling something incoherently into your neck. Pressing light kisses along your throat, the Middle Blocker moves his kisses to your awaiting lips. As soon as his soft lips come in contact with yours, Suna lets out a blissful sigh. Keeping your lips locked with each other, the brunette turns, so now you’re sitting on top of him. While having a solid grip on your waist, he eagerly pushes you back to his erection. You’re already wet enough from his intoxicating kisses and he slides into your slick walls very quick. Breaking the sloppy kiss with sinful moans, you both open your eyes and you see your boyfriend’s usual green eyes replaced by a beautiful shade of tropical teal.

Grinning at his eyes’ changed color, Suna smirks back at you, his canines sharpening in the process.

Moving up and down in a quick pattern, you rest your hands on his muscular abdomen, whimpers and deep moans leaving your boyfriend’s mouth.

"I… I know -ahhh- you… you said that you’re the demon of sloth w-when we first -argh- met… but I feel like -ohhh- you’re putting too much work into t-this."

Chuckling darkly, Suna sits up, wrapping one of his arms around your lower back while the other one gathers your hair, pulling on it, making you hiss and he leans closer to your ear.

"That may be true my love but -ah- when it comes to you, I like to show you what I can do. I almost fucked you into oblivion last night. -Shit- now let’s do round four shall we?" He bites into your ear and flips you over, to give you a fucking of a life time.

A/N: As requested by my followers, here’s my bday special yakuza!Suna smut! (It sounds like a dish lmao, also happy bday to 25 year old me yay) The characters are like in their mid-twenties! P.S. I had way too many ideas for writing this, so I am gonna divide it into two parts :'D

Warnings: non-explicit sexual content, cursing, enemies to lovers trope, mentions of sex

You absolutely despise him.

He’s an infuriating, stupidly attractive, arrogant jerk.

Even his name leaves a sour taste in your mouth. 

Rintarō Suna. 

Henchman of ruthless yakuza boss Shinsuke Kita, he is a highly intelligent strategist with rather unfortunate good looks that could make any girl swoon as soon as he looked their way. 

Too bad for all the females that Suna doesn’t do relationships, only fucking with no strings attached. 

He’s the only one in the group who brings company back to his room, claiming he has 'needs' and it’s a good stress relief.

You couldn’t care less, it’s not like you have a thing for Suna. 

He uses women and throws them away like paper, his body count is probably higher than the Spanish flu. 

You’re walking down the dimly-lit hallway, passing by an expensive painting towards his room.

When you get closer, you hear the sound of a moaning woman, along with the constant creaking of a bed. 

Immediately, your stomach twists in a weird way and you take deep breaths before hammering your fist against his door.

You hear a startled yelp of the woman and thankfully the creaking stops.

"What?!" Suna snaps loudly from inside his room.

"Suna, get your ass out of there. Kita called for a meeting 20 minutes ago. Send your visitor home and get a move on!" You yell back in frustration.

You wait for about seven minutes before the door opens, and a bright red-headed woman emerges from the room, hair all tousled up with cheeks colored almost as red as her hair.

She is unmistakably beautiful, you unfortunately have to admit. 

She looks a little bit guilty when she looks at you, not saying a word as she brushes past you in a hurry to leave. 

When you look back inside Suna’s room, the air smells heavy with sex and frustration from Suna's side, not exactly happy that you interrupted his hook-up session.

"You know, you’re such a manwhore." You say, with a voice full of anger and jealousy, after the woman has left.

"And proud of it sweetheart." Suna begins to pull up his discarded boxers and black jeans again, turning away from you, so his broad muscled back faces you.

Along with lots of scars of fights he has been in, his massive tattoo always amazes you.

It’s two giant vipers entangled with each other, mouths open so fangs are on display. At the bottom of the vipers, a red demon skull with a nasty snarl is staring right into the viewers face. Along on top of the skull are two horns, looking like they grew out of the skull. Two arrows go through the vipers, not hurting them but so the reptiles curl around them. It represents deceptive authority. 

"Enjoying the view?" Suna's teasing tone rips you out of your daydream.

"You wish. Kita has called us into a meeting and you weren’t picking up your phone when Aran has tried to call you multiple times." You cross your arms in front of your chest as you watch him getting dressed. 

Pulling his discarded maroon hoodie over his upper body, he faces you again with his usual bored expression. Aka what you call his resting-bitch-face.

"Let’s go fuckboy. Kita is waiting for us and with every damn second I spend waiting for you, he grows more agitated. Ever since his girl has left him, he’s been more moody, impatient and impulsive than usual." In the last part of your sentence, you drop the volume of your voice. 

Suna finally finishes putting on his sneakers and steps out of his room to lock the door and follow you to the conference room.

"I can’t understand how you can have sex with someone who screams so loud, I’d probably get my eardrums busted if my partner screamed so loud." You start the conversation.

"Think you sound better?" Suna grins at you with those beautiful dark emerald eyes of his, while still walking beside you to the conference room.

"I KNOW I sound better! At least I don’t scream like a cat in heat when I orgasm." You huff and fast the pace in your steps.

"I don’t care how loud they are, as long as I can fuck them and they leave, I could give less a shit." The brunette fastens his steps, so he is walking next to you again, making your shoulder brush with his side occasionally.

Silence from your side for a few seconds before Suna starts talking again.

"By the way. Why are you so uptight? Haven’t had a good fuck in a while?" He taunts you as he leans closer to your face.

You ignore his comment, finally arriving at the conference room.

When you open the door, you see Kita leaning his head against his propped up fist on his table and at the sound of the door opening, his brown eyes snap towards you. 

His eyes are very cold and it gives you shivers every time you look at him.

Suna shortly follows after you and without any acknowledgment to his boss, he sits in the seat next to Osamu. 

"Finally." Kita sighs and leans back in his chair. Finally all of the Inarizaki members have arrived, sitting at the long white-gray marble table, with Kita sitting at the head of the table. 

The last unoccupied chair was next to Riseki, who gives you a small smile as you sit down next to him.

Kita stands up and walks around a little bit, starting to talk.

"The reason why I called you all in here is because Inarizaki will soon expand its territory. With Shiratorizawa and Nohebi gone, all that is left is Karasuno and Itachiyama." Some of the members listen intently to him, others like Suna pulling out his phone, typing on it with a bored expression.

"So what are we going to do about them?" Aran asks from Riseki's left side. 

"I had a talk with Iizuna last night. We have come to a mutual agreement of joining forces together." Kita answers, stopping at the window to look outside.

"What? Ya serious?! Those snobby bastards only care for their own fuckin' profit!" Atsumu sneers madly.

Kita looks at Atsumu through his peripheral vision briefly before returning his gaze back outside.

"I know that some of you may have a problem with that, but Karasuno has gotten too much power in the last two years. Sawamura is stealing most of our customers away and by joining forces together with Itachiyama, we will be able to take over half of Japan, soon maybe the whole of Japan. Eliminate them one by one, pray you do not disappoint me.”

“What about their newest product ‘Spikedopamine’? I heard that’s the newest shit in town. Is that why our sales have dropped so much?” Akagi states, who sits on your right.

Ginjima and Atsumu who sit across from you, start laughing hysterically at the name that they chose for the newest drug they produced. The name-founder Kageyama used to play volleyball back in high school, where most of the crows have met and formed their group. 

“That’s the stupidest name I ever heard!” Atsumu manages to say while getting tears in his eyes.

Ginjima and Atsumu keep on laughing until Omimi shoots them a sharp glare, while Kita looks at them with an undefined expression.

Ginjima immediately stops, while Atsumu’s laugh turns into a nervous chuckle, stopping after a while as well.

It’s quiet for a while before Kita starts to speak again.

“I will divide you into teams and you will all work together with Itachiyama. Iizuna and I already made the teams.”

Kita walks back to his chair to sit down and reaches for the few folders that Aran has slid over to his boss.

“Team 1, the Surveillance Team. Osamu, you will go with Akagi, Kosaku, Omimi and Komori from Itachiyama. He’s a black-hat hacker, he can help you hack into their security system and download important files, steal information and hack into their bank accounts.” 

The names of the men that were called begin to stand up, since Osamu sits on Kita’s left side at the head of the table, he grabs the folder that Kita has provided him.

“And Team 2, which will be the Assault Team, will consist of Atsumu, (Y/N), Suna and Sakusa from Itachiyama. He's a weapons specialist, expert interrogator and master strategist.” Kita slides the folder to you, since Suna is still on his phone, showing it to Atsumu, who grins mischievously at the screen. 

“Aran, Riseki and Ginjima, you stay here at headquarters, in case someone gets injured, you can take over. That will be all.” Kita, Aran, Riseki and Ginjima begin to get up to return to their rooms while you and your assigned team remain seated.

Well this is fucking great. 

You’re stuck with a psycho, a manwhore and an arrogant jackass for God knows how long, until you all bring the downfall for Karasuno.

Teasing him in front on his friends

Suna Rintarou x Fem!reader

Mentions of Aran and Miya Twins.

Synopsis: Getting on Suna's nerves while he is with his friends probably wasn’t the best idea.

Warnings: Nsfw, Thigh riding, slight exhibitionism?, power dynamics, spanking, orgasm denial, begging, kinda degrading?

Wc: 1.7k+ | MDNI

Suna loves his pretty girl.

He loves watching his friends gush over you, and he loves the fact that he’s the only one that gets to touch you in all the places he wants.

Right now you’re placed in his lap with your head resting on his shoulder while he’s talking to Aran, Atsumu and Osamu as you’re almost falling asleep.

You love Suna's friends, you really do, but you’ve been tired all day and you just want to go home.

You want to watch TV and cuddle with him, but it doesn’t seem like your boyfriend is planning on leaving soon.

"Rin…" you mumble quietly in his ear, just loud enough for him to hear.

"What’s wrong princess?" He pauses his conversation with his friends while looking down at you.

"Can we please go home? Please?" You give him your puppy dog eyes while you claw at his shirt.

"Now?" He sighs before checking his wrist watch.

"Mhm." You respond calmly.

"Just one more hour baby I promise."

He doesn’t want to leave yet. It’s not often that he sees his friends after graduating Highschool, right now he just wants to catch up with them and have fun.

"But I’m so tired." You pout at him.

"C’mon baby stop bein' so cranky. You’ll get a reward later if you behave now."

He makes you sit up straight so that you can face him and look him in his eyes.

"I don’t want a reward, I wanna go home!" You hiss at him before you pinch his chest.

You can barley keep your eyes open and you’re starting to get annoyed at the fact that he cares more for his friends than for you, but you immediately regret raising your voice at him after you see the way he looks at you. If there’s one thing that your boyfriend hates, it’s dumb little girls acting like brats, and not only that but in front of his friends too.

He just waves off and continues to ignore you again, what doesn’t mean that he’ll let you get away with the little outburst you just had, he’s just going to take care of it later.

You keep on trying to get his attention but it seems like he just doesn’t care, he acts like you’re not even there, and keeps talking to his friends about the most random things. You’re starting to get frustrated while you think of different ways to make your boyfriend want to leave with you.

Mindlessly you begin moving in his lap when he wraps his hand around your waist to make you sit still as you get an idea. You rest your head against his chest before you start slowly rubbing your clothed pussy on his thigh. Your left hand slides under his shirt, where you hold onto his belt.

Suna immediately realizes what you’re doing and it doesn’t go unnoticed by his friends either. He roughly grabs you by your shoulder before gritting his teeth.

"What the fuck do you think you’re doin'?" He glares at you.

"I think yer girl needs some discipline Suna."

Atsumu giggles. It seems like this entire situation is pretty amusing to him.

"Shut the fuck up, like ya know what a girl needs Tsumu." Osamu interrupts his twin, as he hits his shoulder.

You still don’t stop grinding on his thigh, the spite the fact that it’s obvious that everybody’s watching you. If Suna doesn’t want to listen then he has to learn it the hard way, at least that’s what you thought before he grabbed your chin to leave a slap on your cheek.

"We’re leavin'." Is all he says before standing up and dragging you after him.

"Take care Suna." Aran and Osamu figured that acting like nothing happened would make things easier for you, since they know how Suna can be.

"Make sure ya don’t break her, she still needs to come to my game on Saturday." Atsumu jokes as you wave all 3 of them goodbye.

"Shut the fuck up." Suna responds before dragging you out.

。 ☆★☆ 。

"You seriously pissed me off today princess."

Suna pushes you onto your shared bed after he just took off your shirt and bra, exposing your tits to him.

"It’s your fault, you ignored me!"

You roll you’re eyes at him while trying to cover your chest. One stern look from him is enough to make you realize that hiding your body won’t help you right now. You let go of your chest and look up to him where his and your eyes meet.

"My fault huh?" He says while holding you in place by your waist.

"Mhm." You stand your ground.

"I should put a fucking collar on you since you wanna act like a fuckin' dog."

He moves your skirt out of the way before rubbing his thumb against your inner thigh.

"On all fours." Is all he says. You choose to not disobey him again, since you don’t want to make things worse than they already are. You feel Suna's hand trailing over the soft flesh of your butt while your face is pressed into the mattress.

"Now be a good girl and count for me yeah?" He says before you feel his hand harshly spank your behind. "O-One." You start counting. "Mhm, just like that." He praises you before slapping you again. "Two." You continue counting like Suna wanted you to. "That wasn’t loud enough." He says as he places another firm slap on your ass. "Three." You cry out loudly when you feel the pain starting to get worse and the well known stinging that’s probably going to make sitting very difficult for you for the next two to three days.

Ten slaps later and you’re so overwhelmed that you just start whining into your pillow. You wouldn’t be surprised if your neighbors could hear you by now but it’s impossible to keep your shit together with your ass burning like that. You’re sobbing while begging Suna to stop.

"C-Can’t a-anymore. P-Please, hurts to m-much." You whimper.

"Shut up and fucking take what I give you, understood?"

He warns you as he slides your panties down to your ankles before tossing them to the side. You nod slowly at his threat as he turns you onto your back and slowly presses his thumb against your clit.

He wraps his other hand around your throat tightly while smirking viciously at the fact that you’re pussy's already soaking wet for him. You can feel the metal of his rings pressing against your skin, as you gasp for air. Suna immediately feels your body twitching lightly when he slides his middle and ring finger inside of you. You grab his wrist and try to remove his hand form your neck but he just tightens his grip.

"R-Rin I- I.." you try make him stop, digging your nails into his skin but he just won’t let go.

"You want me to stop?" He asks as he looks down on you.

You just nod in response.

"Apologize to me first."

"I’m s-sorry." You barley get out.

"Say I’m sorry for bein’ a selfish little attention whore." He commands harshly as he removes his fingers from your clenching pussy to sluggishly insert his already stiffened cock inside of you.

Your head turns to the side and you whine in pain as Suna's hand forcefully grabs you by your hair to make you look at him.

"Say it!" He yells at you while tears start rolling down your face. He starts moving carefully while trying to keep himself from moaning by biting down on his lip. Fuck, he loves you for always making him feels so good, but there’s no way he’d ever let you know, especially not if you were acting like a bitch earlier.

"I-I’m sorry for being-ahh a s-selfish…." All the sobbing makes it difficult for you to think straight, what keeps you from being able to finish your sentence.

"C’mon princess you almost got it." Suna looks at you expectant while still holding you by your hair as he starts to move faster.

"For being a sel-selfish little a-attention Whore." You finish with a mortified look on your face.

"Mhm that’s right, you wanna be my good girl again?" He asks as he lets go of your hair.

"Y-Yes please." You beg mindlessly as the tears in your eyes make it hard for you too distinguished anything.

"Wanna feel good baby?" You hear him laughing quietly to himself as you let out a small, "Mhm.".

"Should I go deeper princess?" He knows exactly what your answer is going to be and yet he asked just cause he wanted to hear you say it.

"P-Please go deeper, I need you to go d-deeper Rin!"

You’re so desperate for him right now that it’s humiliating in many ways, especially since you were the one that started all of this. Of course you don’t regret it but you might think about it twice if you want to annoy your boyfriend next time. Suna holds you by your waist as he deepens his thrusts.

"Why can’t you just listen to me? You think I like doing this?"

He hisses under his teeth.

"I love treating you like a princess but you just keep makin' things difficult for me."

You can feel how frustrated he is by the way he’s slamming his dick inside of you with not a single bit of pity in sight. He feels you tightening around him, knowing that it means that you’re about to cum.

"Oh so you’re close hmm?" He hums devilishly.

You nod your head yes as you feel your body getting ready to release yourself right on his cock, wich is still hammering inside you when suddenly all your pleasure reduces to zero. You can’t even comprehend what just happened to you when you yelp loudly and notice that Suna stopped moving completely.

You whine and whimper, trying to rub your behind against him when he violently smack your butt again, right where you were already sore.

"You really thought I’d let you cum? Silly little girl… Tonight only I get to cum.

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I really don’t know how to feel about this lmaoo. I started so many works but I just don’t know how to finish them, so I’m sorry if this is kinda rushed! :(

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Seeing you in a wedding dress for the First time

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: Suna x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Format: Scenario

Warnings: None,just fluff :)

Word count: 0.8K

A/n: Been day dreaming about this scenario from the moment I was born. Not proofread

Oikawa Version

You weren't surprised when your best friend A.K.A Osamu's girlfriend asked you to try her sister's wedding dress on,since your bodies were the same size and much alike.Her sister lived abroad an wanted to buy a dress from her home country,and thats why they needed your help.

But you were surprised when you found yourself looking into the mirror,looking Enchanting in that pretty,white dress.That dress was magical,signalizing every curve of your body in an Elegant way.

your friend seemed to be amazed too " well damn y/n! wanted to buy that for my sister but now im having doubts.maybe you should wear it instead of her.

you rolled your eyes at her,nervously chuckling as you observe yourself in the mirror for the thousandth time. "dont be ridiculous. your sister is way more attractive than i am,thats why shes getting married before me.im sure she'll look stunning when she wears it"

it was your friend's turn to roll her eyes now. "here we go again! why are you so insecure,bitch? wait till Suna gets here then see his reaction yourself" "yeah not happening,im going to change right n-"

you were caught off gaurd when your boyfriend and the younger twin suddenly opened the door of your apartment and came inside. "babe,do you have co-" Suna started talking,but went silent after he laid his eyes on you.

and suddenly the whole room was filled with a deadly silence.

Suna forgot why he came here.he forgot where he was,who else was here and what were they doing.all he could see was you,standing still, looking like a goddess.your dress was calling him in,telling him to come closer and merge his lips with yours.

your face,your eyes,your lips,your body...

breath taking.

you were nervous.youve been dating him for four years.sure! you wanted to take a step forward,but not like this.you didnt want to push him.and why was he still quiet anyway? why wasn't he saying anything? why wasnt he panicking like y-"

all of your thoughts got interrupted when you suddenly felt his lips being smashed to yours,tasting every cure of them,not wanting to let go.you were shocked,eyes widened,taken aback from receiving affection at this unexpected moment.

and ashamed of course.

you broke the kiss,shying away from him as you tried to hide your embarrassment by burying your face in his chest,surprised to feel his heart,racing so fast.was he...?

"R-Rin! i told you not to do it in front of your friends!" you whined as redness started spreading through your face,finding its way to your heated cheeks.He on the other hand,did not seem to be paying attention to your words.he was too fixated on how amazing you looks rather than caring about that right now.he was thirsty for you,and needed to taste you now.

therefore,he decided to ignore others presence as he lifted you up without warning,carring you princess way as he took the direction to the bedroom and smirked at your embarrassed reaction. "Rin! what are you- put me down! Rin!"

Osamu watched his friend clothing the door behind him with his foot, and chuckled as he laid his eyes on his girlfriend,who seemes to be enjoying the sight in front if her.He leaned toward her,putting his arm around her shoulder as he planted a small peck on her left cheek. "c'mon babe,lets give em some privacy,hm?" "ok..." your friend giggled,and grabbed her purse as she held her boyfriends hand,pressing it softly while closing the door behind her.

"ya know,maybe ya could borrow that dress from y/n afterwards... 'think it would look good on ya too" "no way Samu! thats my sisters wedding dress!" "well,not after tonight"

he had a point though; he knew Rin for a long time,after all.

Bonus:

◆You did gave your friend the dress back,but your friend noticed a strong scent of laundry detergent that was not there before

◆Rintarou couldnt wait for the ring he specially ordered for you to be ready.the idea of proposing had been on his mind for quite a time,but after seeing you in a wedding dress? boy is in a hurry.he cant wait to make you his ;)

◆after that night,youre subconsciously waiting for him to bring the topic of marriage on,and he did notice this in your behaviour

◆He did "it" eventually :)

ok this is kinda self-insert,i guess.i mean thats what i could do if i was in that position...

reblogs,likes,comments or any type of interactions are wildly appreciated :D hehe

Hope you enjoy reading this!

Suna and Cigarettes

I made my last post about cigarettes based on @shoyokuns ‘s post. Well, now I’m stuck thinking of the boys and cigarettes 24/7, and Mr. Suna himself came to mind (S&M by Rhianna had come on shuffle and that made it worse lmao). So I just had to! Still inspired by Mous, but differing a bit

Description: Suna’s a mean, mean dom, and asks very hard things of you while he’s breaking your insides open on his cock. Like not burning yourself while he fucks you with the wrong end of a cigarette in your mouth. (1.8K)

Warnings: very very very mean suna!!! Suna is so fuckin mean here. Established relationship, degradation, dangerous sex, Sadomasochism heavy!!!!, painful sex but on purpose, asphyxiation, a lil dehumanization because you’re a good cocksleeve for horny Rin, mentions of the word slut and dumb and other vaguely derogatory language, vaginal sex, f!reader, some fear, at one point reader says no more but it’s not the safeword so it’s ignored.

Suna’s always pretty when he’s looming above you. he’s pretty any time, technically, but this has to be your favorite vantage point.

Unfortunately, you can’t see him very well right now with how hard your eyes are rolling back.

He’s on his knees, but he’s firmly in change, because you’re on your back. There’s even a pillow under your hips to raise them, more for his pleasure than yours, since he can bury his cock so much deeper this way. 

Your knuckles are white from clenching around your knees, holding them wide and open for Suna like the needy slut you are! He commanded you keep yourself held open or you wouldn’t get anything at all.

Not that this is going very well for you right now. You made your sweet Rintarou mad, and he hates being mad.

Not that you could tell with how pleased he seems to be with himself right now, hips slowly rolling deeep into yours, making you feel every shift of your walls trying to keep him still. It’s enough pressure on your nerves to have you nearly crying in desperation, keeping you on a plateau of pleasure that isn’t nearly enough, but it’s so intense you almost don’t want more.

Almost.

But the way you have your knees held to your sides makes it hard to rock into him, and if you let go of your knees you know he will pull out instantly, probably to finish all over your dumb crying face.

He doesn’t want to hear your whines right now, this is for him to enjoy. You’re just holding yourself open so he can get himself off in your cunt. 

And he’s got one hand wrapped around your neck to remind you of that, light pressure to the veins restricting your blood flow, long fingers wrapping around your weak neck like it’s nothing.

The other hand is busy smoking.

As if you holding yourself wide for him wasn’t degrading enough, but him casually smoking while he’s thrusting so fuckin slowly in your walls makes you want to weep and beg. There’s a haze of smoke around the top of the room, and he just adds to it with every one he lights up, swirling around his head and hand as he’s resting his cock in you.

That little smile of his, too. It’s there whenever he pulls the cigarette away from his lips again, smoke passing slowly between his lips.

You know you’re looking at him in betrayal whenever your eyes can focus, and he squeezes your neck as a silent reprimand.

But it forces a whine from your throat.

Ooooohhhh you’ve done it now.

He stops his hips to stare you down. You know better than to apologize, it won’t help. He’s putting his cigarette butt out and shifting to light a new one, making his cock bump into a high-up delicate spot of your cunt, and you can’t help the noise that escapes while you burst into tears.

Suna just takes a long drag of the cigarette. Inhale, exhale. Looking at you. He’s leaning over you, now, looking even more imposing than before with his strong shoulders and built body. You know he can hold you down like a ragdoll.

“Open” he orders.

Your mouth is wide open for him without question, praying he’ll be merciful. Maybe he’ll just spit in it. But you eye his smoldering cigarette getting closer to you and fear hits your spine so hard you almost recoil.

“Hold still and you won’t get burned.”

You check his eyes to see if he’s lying before going pliant, but you tense again the closer the cig gets to your tongue. Your tongue retreats, flattening and sliding backwards in your mouth, but he’s putting the burning end past where your lips are stretched open, and you can feel the heat of the tip so fucking close, oh god, oh my god.

“Close your lips”

You do, so, so slowly. If you keep your tongue at the back of your mouth, and keep a tight circle around the body of the cigarette, the heat barely misses the inside of your soft wet cheeks. The smoke makes your eyes water and you want to cough, but if you do that god knows what Rin will do.

He smiles a little bigger down at you, but it’s far from kind. He’s just enjoying the panicked look in your eyes.

And he’s withdrawing his cock from your folds, and slamming it back in so hard you jerk against the pillows.

Oh fuck

“Hold that for me” he says, lightly, as if he was talking about a water bottle. “I need to use my hands.”

And use them he does! As if the pace he sets on your poor wrecked pussy isn’t making it hard enough to avoid the shifting fire inside your mouth, now his fingers are flicking at your exposed nipples, tongue soon joining to slobber and bite all over them until you want to scream, nails digging into the underside of your thighs. He’s pinching and pulling the delicate skin over your rib cage, too, leaving harsh pricks and stings of pain all over your skin.

“Be careful not to get hurt” is all he says, fake sympathy.

He wants you to burn your mouth. It’d be your fault, after all, for disobeying. And that’s what happens to bad little sluts who make Suna mad.

if you make a noise you’ll get burned, if you move you’ll get burned, if you even pant too hard because he’s fucking you rough and it knocks the smoke-filled breath from your aching lungs, you’ll get burned.

He goes feral, wildly smacking away into you, aiming for your cervix, which is made so much easier by the pillow tilting your hips. He planned this all along for his dumb baby. 

And that’s really all you are.

You wince so hard every time he bangs against the tight ring deep in your cunt, pain making tears fall down your face faster, that you almost flinch again because you’re sure you’re about to burn yourself.

The smoke is coming out your nose and it fucking stings. You have to fight to get any smidge of clean air. You feel the unfiltered nicotine flooding your head with hazy joy, nicotine high settling into your blood but not doing much to lessen your struggle to hold the fuck still or get a tongue full of scar tissue.

But holy shit does it feel so good. You’re scared to death of coming from this, proving that you like being a little disobedient cocksleeve for him while he threatens you with pain. But you can feel your cunt flutter every time his balls slap your ass.

You have bruises all over your torso from his wicked teeth trying to make you fail.  And the whole time, he’s got those eyes watching, sadistic lil quirk of his lips from above you. He yanks your hips toward him, more upwards so he can really dig in deep, chasing his high, and the cigarette in your mouth lightly grazes your tongue. All your muscles clench because it hurts, it hurts, oh god don’t come from this-

You manage to breathe deep enough to not cream all over his cock on the spot, but breathing is so hard when you have smoke filling your whole body.

Ashes are falling on your tongue from Rin jerking your body into his, using you. It hits your trembling throat and you gag, spit splurting out your nose. Your eyes can’t uncross at the pleasure that has you weeping.

“Fuckin messy” Rin tells you, one strong hand moving your hips and the other coming up to your neck again. Black swims in your eyes. Somehow you still have a hold on your sweaty knees, but you’re scared your hands will slip since the heat in your mouth and the panic your body is going through have you slick all over.

Especially between your thighs. You’re bucking into every drive of his hips to chase how good it feels, the high he pushes you toward with every ounce of pain he delivers, and he allows it. 

“Being a fucking painslut for me? Good, you’re finally being honest with yourself.”

And you can barely see with how close you are to unconsciousness, but you see a flash of teeth as he rakes his knuckles across your clit and that’s it, you’re gone

You’re lucky he leans down to pull his cig from your lips into his own to take a drag as soon as you toss your head back, because you would’ve burned your tongue and probably just come harder. As it is, he watches, entertained by your body spasming and legs kicking as slick drips ticklish down his balls from all of his mistreatment. But you’re too busy creaming and crying “Rin, Rin, Rin oh my god Rin,” slurring and drooling, to notice any of that.

But Suna is enjoying the show. So he’s holding still and letting you have your long orgasm, but the second your face un-scrunches and you might be opening your eyes, he fucks his cock deeper again in the hardest pace yet.

“RIN! Rin please no more, please, plea-” when he doesn’t hear the safeword, he sticks his fingers into your mouth to pull it open, looking at the spit soaked interior, looking at the little singed line on your tongue. He’s running his digits along your gums when he fucking spits, aiming right at your uvula so you’ll gag again at the slimy glob.

“You get so much tighter when you’re gagging” and it sounds like praise.

And the cigarette is bitten between his teeth while he flips you onto your stomach to pound you through your come-down, enjoying the wrecked sobs and trembling frame of his little fucktoy beneath him.

He fucking lives to be mean to you when it makes you come so hard on his cock. And when you come again while he puts the cigarette out on your hip, he sneers.

“Masochist”

bite me!

WARNINGS: 18+ content, minors dni or i’ll bite u

THEMES: mentions of blood, blood drinking, injury

suna rintarou x fem!reader, 17k

SUMMARY: you want to take your relationship with your vampire boyfriend to the next level. but mostly, you just want him to drink your blood.

a/n: ah yes… my one and only spicy longfic. hope you enjoy!!!! there’s a surprise at the end hehe

There’s a good reason why your vampire boyfriend, Rintarou, doesn’t drink from you.

A good reason, you’re sure of it. You just can’t remember it right now.

Right now, you’re losing yourself to the euphoric beat of the music, blaring loudly in the speakers of the club you’re at.

It’s a beautiful night, one you haven’t had in a while because of classes, work, and life in general. But your boyfriend had been adamant on taking you out, saying what’s the point of having all this money if I can’t spoil you, and had whined and whined until you agreed.

You’re glad you did. It’s been so long since you’d gotten dressed in clothes that made you feel hot as fuck. Hell, your jewellery collection has begun to collect dust because you’ve been so busy trying to make ends meet; in the mornings, you’ve taken to getting ready with the bare minimum and skipping all of your typical indulgences. Putting them on tonight felt like the first step in feeling like yourself again, instead of just being a long list of things to do waiting to be checked off.

“Stop thinking,” Suna yells over the music, snaking an arm over your shoulder, “I brought you here to have fun.”

You take a sip of your drink, before putting it back on the table, “I’m having a lot of fun.”

“Then why aren’t you on the dance floor with everybody else?” Suna teases as he pushes you to stand up. “Go on, I’ll guard the table.”

“No,” you shake your head, smiling, “Let’s wait for someone to come back. I want to dance with you.”

Suna’s eyes flicker to the crowd. He smiles, “Guess the world is on its knees for you tonight.”

When you look, you see your friends stepping out of the dance floor, so you happily turn back to him. You extend a hand, “Come on then.”

Suna takes it easily, chuckling as you drag him onto the dance floor.

There’s some top 50 song playing in the background, and Suna leans over to say, “I don’t know how to dance to this song.”

“You don’t have to,” you say, turning around and leaning into his broad chest until your bodies are pressed together, the sweet curve of your ass against his front. “Just follow my lead.”

You move your hips to the beat of the song, and Suna follows, allowing you to lead him into a dance that starts out mindless and descends into something too euphoric for everybody else to see.

It hits you— along with being too busy to go out, you’ve also been too tired to get up to anything with your boyfriend. You go home, share a kiss, cuddle, then pass out. When was the last time you two fucked?

Considering how turned on you’re getting, the only answer is not recent enough.

And with the way Suna’s hands are gliding all over your body, hand sneakily travelling further down, it’s been too long for him too.

Neither of you even have to say a single word out loud. The two of you move out of the dance floor and manage to avoid your friends in the process of finding some dark corner of the club to relieve yourselves.

“You don’t wanna take this back home?” Suna says, his fingers tracing the outline of your hardening nipples. A fucking tease.

You shake your head, pressing his hands against your chest until he’s fully cupping them, moaning at the pressure. “No. I think we’ll end up fucking in the taxi—”

Suna laughs. “And you think it’s better we fuck here than in the taxi? Here, where there’s more people around us to see you with—”

You kiss him just to shut him up. “Everybody’s too drunk to notice here. Besides, I just want something to get the edge off,” and this is where the alcohol plays its part, “I’ll make it up to you when we get home. Please?”

“Since you said please,” Suna rolls his eyes. It’s meant to be sarcastic, but it just comes out fond— after all, you always keep your promises and return good deeds tenfold. You’ll give it just as good as you get later.

Suna finally pulls your dress up, and the relief has you wanting to lean your head against the wall behind you. You don’t. The best part of doing anything sexual with Suna is getting to watch him do it.

It’s the vampire allure, you assume as you watch him slide down your panties and press his fingers against your heat. His hand is smooth, his touch a little cold but it’s just how you like it. He makes you feel so good. He makes you feel so special, being chosen by this creature designed to seduce and get anyone they want for a quick bite, and yet, he’s here with you, giving you what you want—

A loud moan interrupts him, too distant to come from either of you.

The source of it is not too far away. A couple with the same idea as them, clearly.

You snort, ready to turn back to Suna when you make accidental eye contact with one of them. He looks to be about your age, but there’s something about his eyes, something dark and old and compelling—

Oh. The man sinks his teeth on his….partner’s neck and sighs something guttural and deep. Vampire.

Suna’s hand pauses from where it's playing with you as he watches the vampire—the man gets his fill, his partner looking for all the world at the height of pleasure.

You wonder how good it would feel to be in that girl’s place. How does venom feel when it travels through the veins, from neck to heart to pussy?

A hand grasps your cheek, turning your gaze away from the scene and back to your own vampire boyfriend. And once you’re looking at Suna, you find yourself forgetting the scene you’d witnessed.

This, you’ve come to learn, is the vampire allure. Suna’s not the first vampire you’ve met, nor will he be the last, as seen from tonight’s events. But you don't think any other vampire will captivate you like this. Suna’s dark eyes, framed with long wispy lashes, his luscious pink mouth, the way he moves—all of it invites you closer, until you’re close enough to be ensnared.

I should fear this.

Suna tilts his head down, mouth in a beautiful pout. An invitation for a kiss, perfumed with the barest hint of jealousy that has your heart fluttering in your chest. As if you’re the one who could have anyone between the two of you.

But Suna is the vampire here. He’s the one beautiful enough to seduce anyone into his arms, the one suave enough to convince you that they need only one bite, the one with venom that turns anyone into bitches in heat begging to be sucked dry; and yet, no part of you shivers or tries to pull away.

You’re the one cupping his cheek, the one parting his mouth for a dirty open-mouthed kiss, the one who ends up sucking a bruise that heals far too quickly on his neck.

Suna’s fingers start moving again on your heat and the sweetheart that he is, lets you fuck against it. He does this all the time, lets you take and take, like the act of giving was enough for him.

You love him. Your sweet little vampire. You want to protect him, though you know that your human body is too weak in comparison to do any damage to anyone strong enough to hurt Suna. You want to give him everything, have almost given him everything—

Everything, except the very thing all vampires want.

Your blood.

.

.

.

It’s not like the topic of it hasn’t come up before.

Once, early on in your relationship, when everything was new and you were both so, so eager, you had offered it.

You were in bed, half-drunk on each other’s touch and on the way to sobriety. Or at least, Suna was.

He had pulled away too fast for your liking, and when you whined, Suna’s eyes shimmered with delight in the dark, “So needy.”

“For you,” you reached for him, but Suna only dodged with a laugh. “I’m just getting thirsty. I don’t want to accidentally drink you instead.”

It was very cute, but you were awfully horny. He had left you with a singular thought: drink me on purpose.

And like any hungry little thing in the dark, the thought took shape and materialised into desire. By the time Suna came back, it was a fully-formed thing.

“Sorry I took so long, I had to brush my teeth,” Suna said, sheepish but looking very refreshed, “Because of, you know—“

He gestured vaguely, but you understood. To wash the taste of blood in his mouth.

It was considerate and any other time, you would have teased him for it. This time, though, all you could think of was that somebody else had been in your boyfriend’s mouth.

“It’s okay,” you said, feigning nonchalance. You stretched, leaning back on your hands, tilting your neck in a way you knew looked good, and waited until Suna was starry-eyed and mesmerised to continue, “You know…”

“I know,” Suna teased, coming up to you so that he was standing in between your spread legs. His hands came up to rest on your shoulders, but his thumb curled right at your pulse.

It felt like premonition and promise rolled into one touch.

You placed his hand over it, “I wouldn’t mind at all if you wanted to—“

“If I wanted to, what?” Suna giggled, leaning down to brush his nose against yours.

You stole kisses to preface your next words. Only when Suna was pliable and wrapped around you did you say, “You could drink from me, if you want.”

Suna jerked away from you, pulling away so that he could look you in the eye. “What did you say? Do,” He paused, as if searching for the right words, “Do you know what you’re offering?”

“I do know,” you said, trying to pull him back in, but he wouldn’t budge. You smiled, thinking it was his prudish sensibilities acting up. Suna was technically born at the turn of the twentieth century and had insisted that he court you properly before you could even kiss. “I’m serious. Why don’t you drink from me? I can give you however much you need. It would taste good, wouldn’t it?”

“You—“ Suna inhaled sharply, gaze fluttering all over as your words sunk in. His hold tightened, before he exhaled a hard, “No.”

You frowned this time, “Why not?”

“Because!” Suna sputtered, “It’s dangerous. I could kill you, what the fuck. Or worse, I could turn you by accident.”

“But—“

Suna continued, not letting you get another word in, “I could take too much, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me because of the venom.” He shook his head, “I won’t risk you—“

He went on and on, full of distress. Eager to calm him down, you told him you understood, promised you would never bring it up again, and when you laid together that night, you were filled to the brim with regret. You wished you had never said a word.

Looking back, you don't regret it now.

You saw. Suna’s eyes had darkened, black overtaking brown, and looked at your neck like he was wondering how it would taste. Gaze sinking in like fangs.

It was there, even if it only existed in the split of a moment in the dark. Even if it was pushed down a throat, swallowed-up, digested—

Suna had wanted it too.

.

.

.

Armed with the knowledge that Suna would be into it, you set out to convince him.

You do your research, take notes on all the do’s and don’ts, and collect enough information to create a powerpoint so thorough, it could educate all new Vampire-Human couples in the world on “How to Introduce Blood-Sucking into Your Relationship.”

You’re nothing, if not a planner. It’s the only way you’ve been able to make your life work, balancing your rigorous business course, your job, and your social life. You had to be detail-oriented with plans and strategic with your timing.

As such, you plan on talking to Suna when the other is half-awake and vulnerable.

It’s easy enough to find him in this state. Your boyfriend loves to sleep and coupled with his solar-intolerance, Suna is usually still asleep when you get home from work.

You let yourself into his apartment (our apartment, if you consider the amount of time you spend there) and turn on all the lights on your way to his bedroom. You carefully open the door and squint through the dark. Suna is still dead to the world. Good.

You let your  eyes adjust to the dark, before closing the door behind you. You switch the lamp by the bedside on. A soft, orange glow illuminates the room.

You sit on Suna’s bed, slowly pulling the covers back to reveal a sleeping Suna Rintarou. Scary vampire, my ass, you think. You had gotten warnings before about dating one.

They’re selfish, Y/N. Beautiful but vain. And only wants one thing and will stop at nothing to get it.

You almost wish that was the case. If it were, you wouldn’t have to stoop this low to convince your boyfriend to take it.

You stroke his hair, pressing a kiss against his cheek, “Good morning, baby. Wake up, wake up.”

Suna groans, turning away. You are undeterred, chasing him with kisses, “What, you’re not even going to kiss me back? Did you even miss me, huh?”

“You were literally here right before I went to bed,” Suna complains, though he gives you a small little smooch that softens his next words, “I didn’t have time to miss you.”

You remember a time when Suna had been so sweet to you. You’d ask, did you miss me, baby? And Suna would at least say, you were in my dreams, but it wasn’t the same.

You miss the honeymoon era of your relationship, but there’s something to be said about how comfortable you are with each other now. It’s another reason why you think it’s okay to bring up feeding again. You know Suna so much better now. And you’ve changed too, you aren't so eager to smooth things over and pacify. You know how to ask for things now without feeling shame.

“I missed you,” you say, burying your face in the crook of Suna’s neck, breathing him in. He smells just like that vanilla-scented perfume you got him for his birthday.

Suna’s hand threads through your hair, “Hard day at work—mhm!”

His words cut off into a moan, right at the moment you start placing kisses on the skin of his neck. You grins at the affected look on his face.

Suna glares at you, “That was not what I had in mind when you said you missed me. I just woke up, give me a good twenty minutes.”

“Thought you were always ready to go,” you tease, turning your head to kiss the hand that holds your cheek. “Are the years finally catching up to you, old man?”

“I will start crying if you call me old man one more time,” Suna threatens, “You're the one who looks older—“

You kiss him to shut him up. Sometimes, Suna talked too much nonsense.

And for someone who said they needed twenty minutes, he’s kissing back pretty enthusiastically. You push down the duvet separating you, with Suna kicking it away to help. There’s a laugh that dies between you, the moment you get a hand up his shirt.

In terms of seduction attempts, it falls somewhere at the bottom in your experience. You keep having to pause because you’re wearing too many layers.

“Who told you to wear all this?” Suna complains, to which you roll your eyes, “The weather. It’s winter. Next time, I’ll take off all my clothes before I go into your room.”

Suna watches you take each layer off with interest, “That sounds amazing actually. Please tell me more.”

You throw your  shirt at him, “I’m sick of doing all the work here.”

Suna takes the shirt and looks at you with puppy dog eyes. You know it’s fake, but you hate how cute he looks with it. “Really? Because what were you saying the other night? Tell me what you want, Rin, I’ll do anything—“

“You’re so fucking shameless,” you say, covering his mouth. God, you like it so much. And you know Suna knows that too, because the idiot just smiles under your hand.

Suna removes your hand and speaks in teasing pouts, “Yes, I am. Let me kiss you now, Y/N.”

You huff but lean down anyway. Suna rarely makes any demands of you; you find that maybe it’s for the best, for you can’t resist giving him what he asks.

He makes a pleased sound, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you so that you’re pressed together tight.

“Finally,” you murmur against his mouth. You feel more than hear his answering chuckle.

There’s a hidden purpose to your actions here, yes, but it doesn’t mean you don't enjoy it any less. You kiss with a certain languidness that can only come with familiarity. Sometimes, a mouth can be a home.

Sometimes, a mouth can just be what it is: a mouth, kissing its way down the column of your neck. Here is the point, where you wish Suna would forget all about the rules and just bite. But all he does is press kisses before moving on—

Or tries to. You keep him there with a firm hand on the back of his head and whine, “I like it when you kiss me there.”

Suna groans, a quiet rumble that creates ripples of goosebumps rise on your skin. You breathe in deep, and think that he’lll indulge you a little bit more, but as always, when it comes to your neck, Suna has other plans.

Suna’s hand is halfway down your pants when he says, “Wanna eat you out instead.”

Go right on ahead, you want to say, but you know the moment Suna’s mouth is on your pussy, it’s over. Brain emptied out of everything except for his warm breath and experienced tongue. It would be so good, but priorities.

“Hold on,” you say, stopping his hand from touching you further. “Can we actually talk for a sec?”

“We’re talking right now,” Suna says, giggling at his little joke, but when he sees that you’re serious, he goes, “Y/N, couldn’t you have started with this, before you ambushed me in my own bed and started taking off your clothes?”

You lie through your teeth, “I just remembered! Shut up.”

Suna does as he’s told, running a hand through his messy bed hair. He stares at your topless form with longing, “Can you at least put a shirt on?”

“No,” You say, grabbing Suna’s hands in yours. “It won’t take long, I promise.”

“Okay,” Suna sighs, “What’s up?”

“Before I say it, can you promise not to say no immediately? Like, just hear me out first, okay?” you plead, and only when Suna nods do you continue, “I really, really, really want you to drink from me—“

Suna’s hands try to escape from your hold, but you squeeze it and give him a look that keeps all of Suna’s protests stuck in his throat. “Please?” You beg, because in the name of pleasure you are not above it, “I know you have reservations about it. It can be kind of scary, even for me, who really wants it. But it’s a lot like other things, in the way that we can work up to it, or figure out a way that works for both of us. We can do a lot of things to prepare for it.”

Suna stares at you, and you hold your breath, ready to pull out statistics of accidental turnings slash deaths in consensual Vampire-Human relationships out of your ass. But it doesn’t come. Instead, Suna quietly asks, “Like what?”

You swallow your own eagerness. You don't want to sound like you’re gagging for it. “I was talking to people about it, but you can try to get used to the taste of my blood or even the smell of it,” you bite your lip, “Or the first couple of times we try it, someone could be there to watch.”

Suna doesn’t seem convinced but doesn’t say anything.

At that, you continue, “I think it would be really good for us. I thought long and hard about it, and I’ve wanted it for the longest time. I know the risks, but it would be worth it, I think.”

He sighs, which is starting to sound like hope—until he says his next words, “Why do you want it? Is it just a sex thing? Are you getting bored?”

“What?” you ask, a little appalled at the insinuation. Well. It’s not completely wrong, but Suna doesn’t need to know that. “No, I just want it. It doesn’t even have to be a sex thing unless you want it,” you look down at your intertwined hands, “I just want to be able to provide for you. You always spoil me with gifts, take me out to such nice places, and make sure I’m not dying of stress from all my obligations. I love you. I want to take care of you for once.”

Suna’s frown deepens, and you can’t help but reach over to rub the corner of his mouth. “Don’t be mad at me—“

“I’m not mad at you,” he sighs heavily, pulling your hand away, “For the record, you do take care of me all the time. I’m just worried, because I love you, you idiot.”

“And I trust you. I’ve gotten all the warnings. I’ve done the research. I know the risks, but what can I do? I still want to try. If anything goes wrong, we can stop and forget about it. But let’s at least try.” you hum, “Please? For me?”

Suna makes a displeased noise before letting himself fall against his pillows, “I’m going to regret this.”

You laugh, parts happy, parts relieved. You follow his movement, pressing kisses to his cheek, “I’m not going to let you regret this. It’s going to be so good. Baby, we’re going to feel so good.”

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You actually have a powerpoint that you eventually show Suna.

“Please pay attention,” you say, watching the words, Blood Drinking, spin its way to the screen. Yes, you’re using transitions in this powerpoint. Yes, you spent an hour making said powerpoint. No one better fucking judge. “I worked hard on this.”

Suna squints at the laptop, like a man would look at a dead body—filled with morbid curiosity, “Alright.”

He clicks on the space bar and together, you watch as the slide flips into the next one. The word, PROS, guarded by two vampire emojis slides into the center. He clicks the space bar again and slowly the words, HOT, SEXY, we would <3 love <3 it, i would be a literal snack, fade into existence.

“You—” Suna turns to you in judgement, but you raise your hand to silence him, “I’m right and you know it!”

“A literal snack?” Suna asks with raised brows.

You sniffs, “I already am metaphorically. But if you bite me, nobody would be able to deny it.”

Suna rolls his eyes, “Everybody already thinks you’re hot. Show me your cons.”

You hit the spacebar. CONS slowly fades into view. So does a tiny little coffin emoji.

“You’re terrible,” Suna groans, but you’re not done yet, “Wait, there’s more—”

You hit the spacebar again, and sentence by sentence, these words fly in:

i could die (but in a sexy way).

but you would be sad (not in a sexy way).

Suna closes his eyes, and you have to hit his shoulder, “It’s kind of funny. Please laugh.”

“The High Vampire Council is going to put a stake through my heart if you die, Y/N. I feel a little stressed,” he shields his face from view.

“But I’m not going to die,” you reassure him, and then pause as a tiny existential crisis passes through you, “I mean, I will, someday. But not until you suck me dry—”

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The Carrd masterpost on safe blood drinking you found on the internet said to start small.

Get your vampire used to your blood.

And so when you accidentally cut yourself while making dinner, you call Suna over immediately.

“Smell this,” you instruct, pushing your bloody finger towards him. Suna covers his nose, “No, thank you.”

You gape at him, “Why are you covering your nose?” you huff, looking at your finger before bringing it up to your nose. It doesn’t smell like anything. Just good ‘ole coppery blood. And then it occurs to you, “Oh, is it because it smells too good? If so, I completely understand.”

Suna pinches his nose, like he’s smelling something bad, “Sure, babe. That’s exactly it. What blood type are you again? Type A, huh? Gotta say, my favourite is Type O—”

You turn away, running your finger through water to clean the cut. You can’t believe you were born a Type A. How could they do this to you and the love of your life?

Arms wrap around your waist and a chin is placed on your shoulder. Against your ear, Suna  whispers, “I’m just kidding. It smells pretty good, actually.”

“You’re so nice,” you sulk, “If it smelled good, then why were you so unaffected, huh?”

“Because I’m well-fed. And smell alone isn’t going to make me the deranged vampire you’re seeing in whatever vampire porn you’re watching—“

“I do not watch vampire porn—“

Suna just ignores you, “I’d have to be starving for days.”

You turn to him, but he’s not even looking at you. He’s looking at your finger, clean of blood though the cut is still there. He continues with a sigh, “And it depends on the source, really. I don’t know why, but it tastes better right at the pulse.”

You look at your finger, “So not there?”

Suna burrows against your neck, “No, it would be better by your wrist,” and inhales deep, “the best here.”

You bite your lip, steeling yourself against the kitchen counter, and say, “Stop, I still have to eat,” but you don’t mean it.

“I know,” Suna murmurs, moving away. “I’m hungry too.”

It’s so unfair how you have to work up to it.

Ever since the possibility of it opened up between you, Suna’s been less restrained. Fidgeting with necklaces you wear, staring at your neck, and looking like he’s a breath away from devouring you just like he did now. You feel heated at the thought.

“Go then,” you say, pushing him towards the fridge where you keep his blood supply. “We can try it another time.”

You feel like you can only breathe once he’s out of the kitchen.

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False starts and stupid Carrd masterposts aside, they take their first step at some house party.

You had just finished taking a shot of vodka, when Suna came up to you to whisper, “Don’t drink too much tonight.”

You don't think too much about it, thinking that maybe he’s just reminding you that you got a bit too drunk last time and had to haul your ass up several flights of stairs.

Unfortunately for him, you still get a little bit drunk. Get a little more drunk as you play a bit of beer pong with your friends. Totally fucking drunk by the time you spill somebody else’s can of beer on the floor. At the end of the night, you’re sloppily making out with Suna on the couch until somebody yells at the both of you to get a room.

And because you’re you, you drag your boyfriend to a room. A bathroom. Which is still a room.

God, you’re so drunk. You giggle against Suna’s shoulder as he tries to support your weight.

“I thought I told you that you shouldn’t drink too much,” Suna pushes you until you’re resting against the counter, “Sit here.”

It takes some coordination for you to pull yourself up, so that you’re sitting on the counter. “Rin,” you say, super happy in a way only you could be without your inhibitions, “Love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies, highly amused. “Can’t even be mad at you when you look so cute. You’re rarely relaxed like this.”

You pout, wrapping your arms around him, “What do you mean? I’m always relaxed when I’m with you. Because I loooooove you.”

Suna laughs, tucking your hair behind your ear. It pricks at your tender heart. Your boyfriend is so sweet. You should do something for him. Something super romantic, like suck his dick.

Your brain catches up to you, “Why didn’t you want me to drink? Drinking is fun. I wish we could get drunk together. How come you can’t get drunk?”

“I can,” Suna rolls his eyes. “If I drink from someone drunk, then I can get drunk.”

You sit up straight, “So? Drink from me then.” You offer up your neck so fast you end up bumping your head against the bathroom mirror behind you.

“That was my plan,” Suna rolls his eyes, as he massages the back of your head. “But you’re a little too intoxicated right now, babe. I can’t believe Ihave to be the responsible one tonight.”

You pout, “It’s your turn to be responsible. I’m tired of being the responsible one in this relationship.” For some reason, because everything is delayed maybe, you realise what he just said, “Wait, what do you mean that was the plan? You were going to bite me? Rin, what the fuck?”

You shake his shoulder, to which he only laughs, “Sober up then, babe. I’m not biting you while you’re this intoxicated.”

“But,” you whine, “You know I’ve been wanting this. Rinnie.”

“Y/N,” Suna says, trying to be stern but failing. “Sober up a little at least. Drink some water.”

You whine, “We fuck even when I’m drunk. How is this different? If it’s consent you want, I’m giving my enthusiastic consent right now. Bite me, bite me!”

Suna eyes widen as he hurriedly covers your mouth, “Shut up, people can hear you. I swear, you lose your shame when you’re drunk.”

You lick the hand covering your mouth and Suna hastily takes it away, wiping it on yout jeans. You laugh, “I’ll sober up if you kiss me.”

Suna frowns, but doesn’t say anything when you cup his cheeks and pull him in for a filthy kiss. You part open his mouth, licking into it as his hands find their way to your ass. In return, your own hands move to his ass and squeeze hard while he yelps in surprise.

“Be gentle,” Suna pulls away from you with a glare, breaking the string of spit connecting your mouths with the swipe of his fingers.

You massage his ass in apology, though you say, “I thought you liked it when I played with your ass—“

Suna lowers his gaze, mumbling, “Only when you use your mouth…”

You lick your lips as you look at him. So cute. Considering all the nasty shit you’ve already done with each other, there really is no reason for him to be so shy. God, he’s the cutest one-hundred plus year old virgin-looking non-virgin you’ve ever seen. You imagine the bitch that took your boyfriend’s virginity and curse them. Lucky bastard.

Suna looks back up at you and says a stunner of a one-liner, “I’m hard.”

You laugh and finger the button of his jeans, “And what do you want me to do about it?”

Suna grumbles something you’re far too drunk to hear. “What’d you say?”

“I said, you’re kind of annoying. You’re even worse when you’re drunk,” Suna repeats with a roll of his eyes.

You cup his cheeks, pulling him close and giving him a big fat smooch, “It’s because you’re too cute when you’re annoyed at me.” his frown deepens, and you kiss him, again and again and again, until he’s pliant again. You don’t even fight the urge to smirk when you say, “I’m sorry, baby, I’ll take care of it—“

And then promptly unbutton his jeans and finally, finally touch him.

“S-shit,” Suna squeaks, before covering his mouth and muffling all the sweet noises he’s making. Hmph. Acting like this when he’s already leaking pre-cum all over your hand. You want him to give in. You want your beautiful boyfriend to fall apart right in front of you. You want to swallow him whole and cum in your mouth.

You hold him tight by the base, and it has Suna whining, “Why did you stop?”

“Because,” you hop off the counter and push him against the wall of the bathroom. Kneeling in front of him in lieu of an explanation as you press a kiss against the head of his cock, smearing cum against your lips. You lick your lips, swallowing the taste as you look up into his eyes, “Taste so good.”

“You’re the fucking worst,” Suna groans, his head hitting the wall behind him. You’re smug as you kiss all the way from the tip down to the base of his cock, licking all the way up before finally, finally putting him in your mouth.

Suna has a pretty everything, and his cock isn’t an exception to that. Pink and curved and surprisingly big. You love it in your mouth, the weight of it on your tongue, love it even when it hits the back of your throat. It’s worth it for the overwhelmed look on Suna’s face when he sees you’re stuffed full of his cock.

You moan, mouth full, when his hand fists through your hair. “Y/N,” Suna  says, hoarse and on the edge of desperate, “Can you—?”

Anything for you, you want to say, but it’s not something that needs to be said. You hold tight onto his hip as you swallow him whole, hollowing your cheek as you come back up. You stroke where your mouth can’t reach, swirling your tongue around the tip.

Suna warns you when he’s close, but he doesn’t pull you off. He never does. Suna shivers as his orgasm rips through his system and you swallow it all until, sucking him until he’s milked dry.

You’re wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, when Suna pulls you up by your shirt and kisses you hard, all teeth and tongue. Even with his cum in your mouth, he doesn’t mind the taste. He never has. When you had curiously asked, he had only said, like the taste of you and me together.

He pulls away by a sliver, keeping his hands on your cheeks, “Y/N, tell me how drunk you are right now.”

“I’m alright,” you say, and it’s true. Sucking dick is always a sobering experience. “Less drunk than I was when you pulled me in here.”

Suna looks at you, like he’s weighing your words for how much truth they hold. “I want to try feeding from you tonight.”

You swallow, a wave of heat going through you. God, you were already soaking wet from sucking him off. You’re so horny you might cum without him even touching you. Like a fucking loser.

“At home?” you ask weakly.

Suna shakes his head, “No, right here. It’ll be better. If something happens, there’s a lot of people to help us out.”

You breathe in deep, “Oh, okay.”

They’re doing this. Right now. This is not how you expected the night to go, but you're not complaining. Though, your brain is also too overheated to think of anything else right now. “Tell me how you want me.”

Suna replies, “Sit back down on the counter. That way, in case it’s too much, you’re already sitting down.” He frowns, “I don’t think I should bite your neck—”

“Why not?” you blurt out.

“Because,” Suna says, uncharacteristically stern, “It’ll be too much for me. I just want a taste anyway.”

Suna takes your hand instead, pressing a kiss to the centre of your palm before moving down and stopping at your wrist. Mouth against a pulse. Kisses, kisses, kisses.

“Is that supposed to ease the pain from the bite?” you ask.

Suna looks up, but doesn’t move his mouth away. You feel the words as they’re spoken, “No. This is just foreplay.”

Only then do you feel something sharp poke at your skin, the sensation light before it sinks into your skin. It hurts so much, just as you’d been warned, just as you’d talk about prior, but only for a brief, brief moment, before what must be the venom coming through to soothe the pain. It has you relaxing at a pace that’s almost dizzyingly fast.

The pleasure spreads through you in waves, has you forgetting where you are, and the world narrows down to the point where his mouth meets your wrist. Suna’s eyes are closed, brows furrowed, and it looks so much just like an open-mouthed kiss if one were to simply glance.

Or maybe not. You don't know how you look, but if it matches how you feel, there’s no way anyone would think Suna was just kissing your wrist.

You feel him suck harder, and another wave of pleasure hits you. It’s strong enough that you almost fall back against the mirror, if not for his hand catching you back. The movement pulls Suna away from your wrist and he comes off with a bloody mouth. Lips and fangs covered in red, a single drop of blood dripping down his jaw.

You reach over, wiping the blood off his jaw with your thumb before pushing it into his mouth.

Suna sucks until it’s licked clean. Then he moves on back to your wrist, not letting a single drop of blood go to waste.

Your wrist throbs, pain flooding back in now that the venom isn’t pumping through you. You’ve only got one thought in mind, though.

“How was it?” you ask.

Suna licks his lips, still eyeing your wrist.

“Baby?” you call again and this time, Suna looks up, a hint of red in his eyes. He blinks a couple times and it takes a moment, but his eyes clear and turn back to brown.

Suna’s expression turns to worry, “Babe, are you good? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” you say, though you wince when you move your arm back to your lap. “It’ll heal. What did you think?”

“Are you sure?” Suna asks, looking guiltier by the second.

You pull him into a hug, “I asked for it. It did hurt, but then it felt good. I enjoyed it.” When you pull away, you lean forward to kiss him before rethinking it. You haven't quite thought about how you feel about tasting your own blood. You shake your head and put on your most reassuring smile, “I wouldn’t lie to you. I enjoyed it a lot. Ten out of ten, would recommend, would do it again.”

It gets him to ease up and laugh, which means you’ve properly done your job. “Now tell me if you liked it or not,” you pouts.

Suna turns bashful under the question, shrinking into himself. “Isn’t it obvious? Of course, I liked it.”

“So you would do it again?”

“Yes,” Suna confirms, wrapping his arms around your waist. Then, he confesses in a whisper, “It scared me though. How good you taste.”

“Why would you be scared?” you ask, running his hand down Suna ’s back. “You stopped like you said you would. I’m fine.”

Suna shakes his head, “I’m scared because I don’t think I can go back to drinking anybody else’s.”

Well. You don’t have a problem with that.

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You wouldn’t normally characterise yourself as the jealous type. You’re not, you swear. At least, not the type of jealous person you’d often see in some teenage rom-com. You trust your boyfriend wholeheartedly. He chose you when he could have literally anybody else.

He deserves better too. You don't know who, but maybe someone of his own kind. Someone who will live longer or forever. Someone rich, worldly, and older who can take care of him properly.

Deep down, you know this to be true. But you’re not magnanimous enough to do anything serious about it, like break up with him to see him free. Quite frankly, you’re too greedy to be selfless, and you want him too much to ever give him away. Besides, he goes wherever you want to go. He’ll be yours for as long as he wishes to be.

So, no. You’re not going around like some crazed asshole, glaring at other women for eyeing your boyfriend’s cute ass.

But… It doesn't mean you don't get jealous. You just internalise and bury it deep enough, so that Suna can’t ever sense it.

(That’s a problem for a different day.)

This, though—watching Suna drink somebody else’s blood—you just can’t let it go.

It’s ridiculous, you know. Suna’s not even sinking his fangs in someone else’s neck. He’s literally drinking blood provided by his clan. Government-sponsored, citizen-donated blood. And yet. And yet.

You kind of hate it.

All it literally is, is food for Suna. That’s what you know your boyfriend would say if you were to ever breach the subject with him.

But it always felt more than that.

Blood keeps Suna healthy and full and in control. It keeps him going, and you want to be the main provider of that. Suna should eat well, and is there anything better than your blood?

Of course, it’s about love.

Though if you’re really being honest, it’s about possession too.

You want to be the person Suna thinks of when he’s hungry and wanting. When he feels empty and aching, You want to be the person that fills him, whole and to the brim.

After all, what is possession deconstructed but your own desire to be needed?

It was something you could ignore when Suna had been adamant about not feeding from you, but now that you’re working up to it, you can’t help but want it. Be the only thing he drinks.

When you spot Suna about to take a sip from his blood bag of the night, you stop him, “Wait—”

Suna  looks at you wide-eyed, “What?”

You swallow, cursing your mouth for speaking faster than you could think. Your hands fidget awkwardly at your side, “I know we’re still working up to it, but, I was just thinking—”

Suna’s surprise melts into fondness, eyes from full moons to crescents, “Always thinking. What is it now?”

“I said I was just thinking,” your own nervousness melts too as you flash him a glare, “that maybe you should try feeding from me again?”

Suna eyes your wrist, still bandaged, still healing, “You haven’t even recovered. And I’m still not biting your neck.”

You immediately frown, “My other wrist is fine. You can bite me anywhere else. I don’t care.”

Suna scans you, all the way down to your toes, and asks, “Did you eat properly today?”

“I always do,” you snort. “I slept well, exercised well, paid attention in class well too, Mom—”

Suna makes a face, “Don’t say that—”

You join him, to where he’s sitting on the couch, and offer your unmarred wrist, “I wouldn’t offer it, if I didn’t think I could handle it.” A lie, maybe. You want to give as much as Suna  would take, regardless of if you could handle it. “I trust you.”

Suna raises a brow, “I am hungry, you know?” He shakes the little blood bag he has in his hands and says, “It would be better if I drank this first.”

Your jaw tightens, and your annoyance must show beyond that because Suna laughs at you, “You’re ridiculous. You know it doesn’t mean anything to me, right? It’s just food. Think of it as me having you for dessert. Saving the best for last.”

Food. Just as you predicted he would say.

Suna leans over and you tilt your cheek, expecting a kiss there. But the kiss never lands on your cheek. Instead, you feel it on your neck, like the brush of a butterfly’s wing. “I want it too,” Suna murmurs, “Just be patient.”

You feel heat run through you, and the gesture almost placates you. Almost.

Maybe it’s worth a conversation.

“Hey babe?” you start, avoiding his gaze. “Can I be honest for just a bit? And then you do that thing where you listen and you don’t judge and you keep loving me?”

You feel Suna slowly hooking your pinkies together. This time, you get the kiss on the cheek you were expecting earlier. It’s soft and lingering and accompanied by his promise, “Always.”

You nod and finally continue, “I don’t know why, but I don’t like it when you drink other people’s blood. I mean, I kinda know why, but it’s super irrational—“

Suna squeezes your hand.

You try to explain anyway and pray you don’t sound ridiculous, “It’s like…sex,” though when Suna raises a brow, you immediately backtrack, “I mean! It’s a metaphor. Okay, I am not explaining this properly—“

Suna laughs, stroking your cheek with so much fondness, “Y/N, you’re fine. I’m following, keep going.”

You take a deep breath, “Letting you and wanting you to drink from me feels like we’ve stepped into a deeper level of intimacy.” You looks down at your joined hands, “So, in a way, it is like sex, where I want it to be an exclusive thing just between the two of us. Where I’m the only one you want to do it with.

You shrug, like you didn’t just admit to wanting to be Suna’s one and only blood bag forever and always, “I don’t know, that’s just what I want, but obviously, thinking clearly and logistically, there will be times where you can’t drink from me. Because I could be sick or gone or whatever—“

“Okay,” Suna  says, stopping you mid-ramble.

You stared at him, “Okay?”

Suna nods, “Okay. We can do it, but you have to be understanding when I have to drink from the blood bag, okay? I…agree,” Suna pauses, like he’s trying to figure out how to word it too. “I see what you mean when you say it’s like sex, but Y/N, it’s different too. Biting is different from when I drink out of a blood bag. Baby, look at me. Look at me.”

“I’m looking,” you bite your lip.

“You are the only one I want to do this with,” Suna says earnestly. “Okay? You’re my dream come true.”

“That’s,” you sniff, “You’re my dream come true.”

Suna presses your foreheads together and says, “So, let’s do it. Just you from now on, except for the times where we really can’t. Alright?”

It’s fair.

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It’s addicting.

Suna  starts feeding from you on a semi-regular schedule. Usually from your wrists. One time…on the meat of your thigh.

Always avoiding your neck.

You do it hours after Suna first wakes up, close to when you’re about to go to sleep.

You’re getting used to the pain, that first sharp bite feels more like a sting now, and it’s just become something to expect. You’ve come to like it actually, but you wonder if that’s just a pavlovian reaction to what comes after—euphoria.

That, you’re still trying to wrap your mind around. Suna’s venom is designed to make his prey weak and willing, to take the struggle out of feeding. It feels sickening to think about, but you know that’s not how it is for you.

You’re already so willing and he’s no prey. Sometimes, when Suna struggles to pull away, too drunk and dazed from the taste of your blood, you think it’s the other way around.

Or maybe, it’s both.

A mutual addiction neither of can help but lose yourselves to.

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“You look like you’re in a very good mood,” Hina comments when you meet up at your favourite cafe. “You have that glow.”

You’re on the side of the table closest to the window so you ask, “Do you mean the sun? Shining on my face?”

You pose for Hina.

She gives you a disgusted look, “No. I mean, you look happy. And relaxed. Like the permanent stick up your ass has been pulled out for once. What’s new with you?”

“Nothing’s new with me,” you squint at her, “But I am happy. In general. School’s the same. Work’s the same. Boyfriend’s the same.”

Hina opens her mouth before decisively shutting it. You’re suspicious, “What? Say it.”

“We’re in public, so I decided to hold it in,” Hina says, like she’s finally decided to learn shame. Must be the influence of her two so-called angelic boyfriends. Or maybe not, because Hina leans close to whisper, “Did you finally tell your boyfriend about your biting kink?”

Ah, there’s the Hina you know and love.

You narrow your eyes at her, “Dude. I told you that in confidence. How dare you bring it up in broad daylight?”

Hina makes a face, “Maybe it isn’t the biting kink then?”

“You also have a biting kink!” you whispered threateningly. You found that out about each other at one drinking game, at some party, where you got voted most likely to be a monsterfucker. It was so embarrassing, but Hina had patted you on the back and said, me too. Made you feel a little bit less embarrassed.

It changed your friendship. Made it stronger for some reason. You knew you could be honest with her, because you were the same. Something about birds of the same feather flocking together or some shit like that.

Hina simply shrugged, “I have both a vampire and a werewolf as a boyfriend. I think that’s pretty obvious.”

“No, it’s not,” you argue, if only to get one over Hina, “You might just be a big Twilight fan.”

You and Suna giggle over it often. Suna (not so) secretly refers to Hina as Bella Swan, which causes her so much grief. Hina already isn’t a fan of romance movies, but the constant Bella Swan comparisons drove her over the edge. It was hilarious.

Hina’s nose flared, “Weren’t we talking about you?”

You stretch in your seat, arms raised above your head, which causes Hina to gasp, “It is the biting kink.”

You immediately kick her, looking around to see if people heard her, but thankfully, everyone is busy minding their own business. You hold your hands in your lap and hiss, “Shut up!”

It looked like the clouds had parted for Hina, understanding setting in like the sun. “That’s fucking why Rintarou was at Oikawa’s apartment that one time. Your boyfriend was asking my boyfriend for advice.” You want to wipe Hina’s smug expression from her face. “I always did find it weird that he never fed from you. I just figured he had Victorian sensibilities.”

You struggle not to confirm it. Suna did have something akin to Victorian sensibilities, though that didn’t stop him from being absolutely nasty in the bedroom.

“It’s complicated,” is what you sigh out. “We’re figuring it out. He’s just scared he’ll lose control and I wouldn’t be able to tell him to stop, ‘cause I’m too high on venom. It makes sense that he talked to Tooru, no wonder he’s been so firm about things.”

“It’s funny, because I know you’re a responsible person,” Hina muses, “But I also know you have zero impulse control sometimes.”

You groan, running a hand through your hair, “I do and I don’t. When it comes to the things I want, I really don’t have it. So he’s the one who has to stop before it gets too much. Can’t believe it’s come to this. My boyfriend is my impulse control.”

Hina sips her tea, “Well, you look like you’re enjoying it either way. Sometimes, Tooru bites me when I’m stressed, so I can relax. He does it for Haji on days when he’s restless and about to turn during a full moon. Different uses. It’s the best during midterms though. You should try it. Very relaxing.”

“Ah, well…” You scratch your head, “We usually just, you know,” gestures vaguely, “when I’m stressed.”

“Ahhh,” Hina nods, grinning like a demon, “You guys talk it out and enjoy a nice cup of tea together. Yes, that sounds very, very relaxing.

You roll your eyes, “You know what I mean. Don’t make me say it.”

“If you say it, I’ll give you a tip,” she offers. “You’re twenty-three years old. You can say it.”

There’s not enough alcohol in your system right now that would allow you to tell her that Suna fucks the stress out of you. At least, not in those exact words.

“Shut up,” you turn away from her. “We haven’t even worked the feeding thing while we’re doing it. Don’t know if that’s something Rin wants.”

Hina purses her lips, “Well, you could just ask.”

After you’ve made the whole blood drinking thing about love and intimacy and exclusivity?

Sure. You’ll ask at the next blue moon.

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Or you’ll ask never. You are absolutely content right now.

“I think I’m getting spoiled,” Suna says, patting your hair.

You’ve just finished another feeding session, and you were this close to falling asleep. The ache in your arm was tolerable enough, and it helped that he was taking care of you right now too. Ever since he started feeding on you, he’s began to do the following:

He’d bring you lucozade to get you rehydrated again. He wipes the bite mark with a warm washcloth, cleaning it, and then bandaging it up. He’d even kiss it, just to help it ‘heal’ faster. And then he’d run his hands through your hair continuously until you fell asleep. Just like he’s doing right now.

“What are you getting spoiled with?” you asked, nuzzling your cheek against your favourite pillow: Suna’s thighs.

“Your blood,” he sighs, “Just thinking about how you’re going on that trip with your family, and how I’m going to have to go back to drinking my blood bags.”

You giggle, “You still drink those though?”

It’s funny how whatever weird feelings you’ve had about him drinking other people’s blood has disappeared now that you’ve come to an understanding about it. It’s nice. Maybe communication is key to a healthy relationship.

“I do,” Suna grumbles, “But it’s like the difference between eating frozen food versus food cooked fresh. Drinking yours would always be better.”

“Ah,” you tease, still too sated from the venom to sound anything but light, “So it’s not that you prefer my blood. You just like it fresh. To think that I was going to get my blood drawn, so you could still drink mine until I came back. Nevermind.”

“Oh,” Suna’s hand stops stroking your hair, which makes you whine, “You were going to do that for me?”

Suna’s eyes are so pretty, so starry when he’s touched. You reach up to brush his long hair away from his eyes. He should really get a haircut soon. “Of course. Gotta take care of my baby, always.”

“You’re the best,” Suna chuckles. When he leans down, you taste laughter in his kiss. “What a good girl.”

You snort, pulling away and covering your face, “It sounds funny when you say it.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Suna whines, following you with his puppy dog eyes, “It’s sexy. Or it can be sexy.”

“Okay, okay,” you say, unable to stop teasing him, “If you say so.”

Suna ’s frown deepens, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around him (doesn’t matter how sore it feels). “Rinnie,” you laugh, “You’re so cute. I’m gonna miss you when I’m gone.”

“I won’t miss you. Only your blood,” Suna declares.

But when you leave in the morning, Suna is pressing kisses all over your face.

A prelude to longing—his mouth saying, I’ll miss you, over and over again.

Really, how can you ask for more than this?

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It’s a fun trip with your family.

A week long trip in Bangkok, Thailand.

You eat your heart out. Pretend like you’re a kid again. Take a couple pictures for your parents.

Thailand is beautiful, and you make sure to capture it on film, very much excited to share it with your friends and your boyfriend.

Thailand is also two hours early, which means you have more time in waking hours to catch Suna awake. It’s especially nice for you, who misses him.

You’ve never really thought of yourself as a clingy person by nature. But practically living with someone, seeing them all the time makes you get used to having them in your everyday life. And to add to the fact, Suna wasn’t just anybody. He’s got your heart.

And even worse, you know Suna misses you too.

Still, you remind yourself. It’s only a week.

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And what a week does to a person.

You come home to a sleeping Suna, and he’s not even mad that he’s woken up early.

Instead, he blinks through the milky white film of sleep and gives you a heart-throbbing smile, “Baby, you’re back.”

“I’m back,” you say, happily letting him pull you down for a kiss. The kiss begins sweet but soon ends up open-mouthed and eager, like your one-week separation has made both of you forget what the other’s kiss felt like and you were desperate to remap what you had known before.

Soon enough, Suna’s got a leg wrapped around your hip, his hand on your ass, and when he grinds his hard cock against your pussy, he lets out a low moan that has you growing wetter than you already are.

“Shit,” you curse, closing your eyes as you press your forehead against his. “I want you. Missed you. Please”

“Me too, me too,” Suna says, unable to stop touching you. Hands tangling in your hair, wandering up shirt, caressing warm skin. “Fuck, want you too.”

You waste no time. You press one hot kiss against his mouth hurriedly removing your clothes. Suna ’s shirtless and pushing his pyjamas off.

You finish taking your shirt off and are met by the sight of Suna stroking his cock, watching you hungrily. You raise a brow, removing your panties slower than you normally would’ve, and are rewarded with his whines, “Hurry up. I’m going to cum by myself if you don’t get here right now.”

“Go on then,” you say as you step out of your underwear, “You say that like I don’t enjoy watching you play with yourself. Besides, I know you can go again. Maybe I’ll suck you off too—”

“Shut up,” Suna says, frustrated. His legs fall open, his head falling back against the pillows of their bed. You bite your lip. You’re saying all this shit, but you don’t think you can wait either.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, people often say, but fuck, absence makes you so goddamn horny too.

You quickly join him in bed and are welcomed with open arms and open legs. “Missed this,” you murmur, reaching down to push away his hand. “Let me do it.”

“I’m gonna lose it if you touch me,” Suna whimpers, but you ignore it. Suna is hot and wet in your hand. “Baby,” He pants.

“Hold on,” you try to pull away, but Suna’s got a tight grip on his hair. “Babe, you have to release me, so I can get on top.”

Suna’s grip loosens, and you find yourself sitting up on your knees. It’s hard, because he keeps kissing whatever part of you he can reach, but you eventually manage, climbing on top of his lap.

Suna’s hands start rubbing your inner thighs, moving closer to where you need him most and intending to tease your puckered hole, but when he slips a finger, it meets no resistance and he groans.

“Fuck baby,” he whimpers, “you’re this wet for me already?”

“Rin,” you’re out of breath, every inch of skin feeling like it’s being set on fire. You need him. Now.

You’ve underestimated Suna Rintarou’s ability to be a tease however, because he just keeps pumping his fingers in and out of your wet heat, savouring the moans and broken whimpers of his name that are leaving your lips right now. You’re so desperate for him, that you shamelessly start fucking yourself on his fingers.

“Are you ready?” Suna calls out, smirking as he feels you squeeze down on his fingers. You want to argue, but you flash him a glare and a simple, “Please.”

“Beg me.”.

You squirm and pant and beg, “Rin, your cock, please, please—“

“Really did miss you,” Suna mumbles against your lips.

“Did you miss my hole?”

You’re close. Suna pulls out his fingers and watches your face contort in frustration. It isn’t until he positions his cock right at your entrance do you relax.

You’re panting hard, chest heaving at your ruined orgasm but Suna can’t find any reason to put it off any longer. He’s dragged this long enough.

And it shows—by the time he finally presses his cock inside you, you’re both exhaling, half in relief and the other half at the feeling. It’s a slow drag, but Suna presses on until he’s sheathed. You laugh something airy, “Welcome home.”

Suna doesn’t laugh back, face twisting in pleasure are the feeling of your tight, wet hole starts to overwhelm him. “Oh fuck. I missed this. Missed you.”

This time, you’re the one begging, “Relax, baby—“

“I’m trying,” Suna nods with an exhale, “I’m trying. Just give me a sec.”

Your fingers lightly brush over his chest, before pressing a kiss to it, “Let me know when you’re ready.”

It takes more than a sec. It’s maybe a whole moment before Suna nods and you start moving.

You start bouncing on his cock slowly, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling. Your whole world narrows to a single hot point. “Shit,” you moan.

“Missed a good fuck,” Suna spits out, breathing heavily as he regains his bearings and grips onto your hips tightly. He starts thrusting up to meet your hips, and soon enough you’re both just a chorus of pleasured moans and laboured breathing.

Suna wasn’t always this loud. He used to cover his mouth with his hand or bite his lip to keep his moans in. You used to slow down whenever he did that. You’d pull Suna’s hand away or kiss him. Do that again and again until Suna had unlearned shame. Until he’d realised shame wasn’t allowed in your bed.

“Feels so good baby,” Suna whimpers, unwavering even when he’s breathless. Your hips stutter from the steady pace he’s beginning to set, and the sensation’s almost too much; it only gets worse when Suna starts praising you, “You’re so good for me, my pretty baby.”

His forehead is slick with sweat, but the almost carnal desire evident in his eyes is sending you down a spiral. “How could I not miss this, Y/N?” he continues, “You’ve ruined sex for me. Nobody else can fuck me this well.”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” You hate him. He’s older than you, the one who’s more experienced and it shows in his ability to make you lose your mind embarrassingly fast.

“Should I say making love instead?” Suna teases, arms moving up until he’s gripping your shoulders. You fall into him, to his mouth, to shut him up, to give hima kiss, to swallow any further words. Your heart is hammering in your chest, the heat inside you building up to a fever pitch, tight and low in you belly.

“I think,” you pants, trying to move the hair out of your eyes. When you struggle, Suna does it for you. “I think,” you begin again, as another wave of tenderness swells in your chest, “I liked it better when you were telling me you missed me instead.”

It sounds sarcastic, but you mean it. You love being told you’re missed and wanted.

Suna knows it and indulges, even if he sounds like an absolute asshole doing so, “Ah, really? You like hearing I miss your pussy? You’re so romantic, baby. You’re so lucky you’re sexy. Is this getting you close—”

Suna moans when you start bouncing on his dick faster, driving his cock deeper into your hole. You beg, “Keep going, baby. I’m so close—”

Your knees are starting to buckle under the pleasure, your hands wandering until they’re wrapped tightly around his neck. You’re babbling at this point, your mouth moving on its own but you vaguely register you’re begging for him to fuck your harder, to fuck you deeper — to just keep fucking you.

“I love it when you lose your mind on my dick,” Suna moans out, unable to keep further pretence of his teasing, “Love what I do to you. You’re so pretty when you fuck me like that, don’t you know? You’re making me lose my mind. I think it’s time I bite your neck. I know you would love that. You’re always gagging for it—”

You nod, hiding your whimpers against his neck. Suna continues, one hand bunching your hair in his fist, “I thought about it while you were gone. Real long and hard as I drank the blood you left me. How you compared it to sex. How jealous you got at the thought of me drinking someone else. And I’m starting to think that thing you said about love and intimacy was an excuse. You love me, I know that’s true, but I think you just want to get bit—“

“Rin —“

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Suna says, lowly, against your ear, “The venom. You always look like you’re a second away from an orgasm whenever I bite you on your wrist, and you were so wet after I bit you on your thigh. I worry, sometimes, feeling like I’m taking advantage of you and your love for me whenever I drink from you. But I think you want it more than me—“

You shake your head, but you almost don't care about how exposed you feel. You’re too fucking close, and Suna’s words are just driving you further to the edge.

“I think you love it, the way it makes you forget everything but my mouth on your skin, the way you don’t have to think about anything at all for once. You love taking charge, but sometimes, I think you’d like to be told what to do just once—“

“I do, I do,” you cry, ready to lose yourself in the spiral. “Rin, I’m gonna—”

“Then cum,” Suna orders, so you do. You come with a loud, pitiful moan, gasping his name as the world turns white. Suna follows suit and comes with a groan, joining you in your bliss.

It takes you a moment to catch your breath afterwards, feeling his hand tracing silly little hearts all over your back. You blink, coming back to earth, and realise he’s already hard again as he pulls out.

“I can take care of it,” Suna says, hand already reaching down to stroke his leaking cock.

“Not when I’m right here,” You say, gripping him tight. Thumbs at the slit, spreading your mixed cum down to the base. The sickening squelch from your hand stroking Suna’s cock is awfully loud in the quiet apartment.

Suna’s eyes close. His hands don’t know where to go. Gripping the bed briefly, before rising up to his chest to play with his nipples. He’s so sexy.

“Baby,” Suna breathes, “Faster, play with the tip—”

You can do better than that. You lean over, swallowing his cock in your mouth. You barely get a lick in, before Suna’s shooting cum down your throat. You pull up, almost choking, cum spilling down your chin.

Suna breathes hard as he shakily sits up, “Warn a guy next time.” His words sound exasperated, but he’s reaching over for his discarded shirt and using it to wipe your face.

You let him, even though you know you’ll be better off washing it off.

Gone is the fire from earlier, only tender warmth remaining.

Later, when you’re washing up in shower, Suna says under the spray of the shower, “I meant it, by the way.”

“Meant what?” you ask, squeezing shampoo in your hands. You reach over and start shampooing his hair.

Suna closes his eyes, afraid to get soap in his eyes. “When I said it’s time. I feel in control now when I feed from you. Your blood is still the best thing I’ve ever had, but I think I’m getting used to it. I’m ready.”

You gulp down your own excitement. “When?”

Suna opens his eyes, raising a dark brow. “After we talk about your biting kink.” On seeing the expression on your face, he laughs, “You thought that was just me talking dirty to you?”

You focus on his hair, “I was…hoping…”

“Well,” Suna shrugs, “If you want it, I’m game. We just have to talk about it.”

“Really?” you ask, “You’re not a little weirded out by it?”

“An awfully long game you’re playing if you’re only into me for my fangs,” Suna reasons, before smiling, a teasing glint in his eye, “Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll be the vampire of all your wet dreams from now on.”

You grab the shower head and spray water directly on Suna’s face. He yelps. Serves him right for never letting you live. Fucker.

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The Biting Kink convo warrants an emergency pre-meeting with The Bestie.

“You’re panicking,” Hina says, amused.

You’re pacing across the living room of her apartment. You deny any allegations of the sort, “No, I’m not. I’m excited. I’ve been wanting this. And now, he wants to talk about it. What do I say? What do I do?”

You really hate how Hina’s become the person you go to for things like this. But how could you not, when she’s got the experience? Being prepared is more important than your pride right now.

You stop, putting a hand up to explain, “It’s just, I feel like I’ve built it up in my head. Like I’ve been wanting this so much? And now Rin’s ready. What if I’m not ready? What if I don’t like it?”

“Dude, calm down.” Hina pats the open space beside her on the couch, “Sit down.”

You take a seat, and she pats you on the shoulder, “There, there. Maybe you should down a shot of vodka before doing it. Just to ease the nerves. You’ll be fine. You like it when he bites you on the wrist, right? It’s the same sensation, but better by the neck. Just intensified.”

“That’s what I’m thinking too, but now, I’m a little anxious,” you admit. You look at your hands on your lap. “What if it does go wrong? What if I lose too much blood, pass out, Rin calls the emergency hotline, they find me naked, and it becomes too much of a traumatic experience that we never try it again?”

Hina stares at you, “You need to go back to doing yoga.”

“Hina!”

She sighs, “Do you trust him?”

“Yes,” you say, exasperated. “I love him. Of course, I trust him.”

“Then trust that he won’t let anything happen to you,” Hina says, “If you feel faint, make sure to stop him. Maybe have a safeword or something. Apply normal kink rules to this. Maybe it’s good that you’re overthinking. Talk through what to do with each scenario first, before proceeding. If it doesn’t work out, then it doesn’t work out. What can you do about it? He can keep feeding from you. Nothing has to change.”

You nod at her words. They make sense. Logical. Easy to follow.

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind,” you say.

Hina gives you a one-armed hug. It’s warm and comforting and you’re suddenly super glad that you have her as your friend. That is, until Hina speaks again, “I shouldn’t joke about this, but don’t worry. If you pass out due to blood loss, I’ll visit you at the hospital.”

You elbow her hard and Hina falls backwards with a laugh, “If it turns out well, I’ll make sure to get you a cake that says, congrats on the sex!”

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“Okay,” you start, “I want you to drink from me during sex.”

You’re on Suna’s couch, opting to have a serious discussion in a neutral non-sexual space for once. Although, you’ve fucked on this couch, so you don’t know if it’s really that neutral. Anyway.

You squeeze his hands and quietly follow up, “Is that okay?”

“I’m down to try,” Suna nods, as if mulling the specificities over. “But your safety is the most important thing to me. I’ve been doing my own research—“

You grimaces, “With Tooru?”

Suna shakes his head, “No…I asked my sire…for advice…I don’t want to talk about it. It was really awkward, but Kita-san was really informative. So. Yeah.”

You nod,”What did he say?”

“He said to make sure I’m not hungry before going at it,” Suna’s thumb rubs comforting circles on the back of your hand, “That would lessen the impulse to overfeed—“

“What if,” you swallow, “that means it’s not as good for you?”

“Impossible,” Suna dismisses, “I’m always going to want to drink from you, and you will always taste the best to me. Moving on—“

He doesn’t even give you the time to blush and process before soldiering through.

“—the next important thing is you use our safeword if you feel even the slightest bit faint, okay? If you feel like you’re going to pass out, I need you to say something. Do you think you can do that?”

You think you can. “We both have a little more experience with it now, so I think I should be able to.”

“Good,” Suna says, before shooting you a worried look, “And make sure you get enough sleep before, don’t skip any meals, be extra hydrated. Stop drinking those smoothie meals for lunch, because you don’t have time to eat. And stop eating so much instant ramen—“

You roll your eyes, “Okay, okay, I get it. I’ll stay healthy for you.”

Suna smiles, pinching your cheek, “You should really stay healthy for yourself, but if you need an incentive, I think you look really cute when your cheeks are so plump—“

“Did Kita-san say anything else?” You cut him off.

Suna thinks about it for a moment before cutely wagging a finger at yoou, “He said it would be easier if I was on top. I know you like riding me, but please, let me fuck you for once—“

“Let you?” you raise a brow, “You say that like you’re not the one who loves lying there and just taking it—“

Now, it was Suna ’s turn to roll his eyes, “You literally always manhandle me into cowgirl.”

You splutter, “That’s because I want to see your face when we fuck—“

And on and on they go.

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Anyway.

The important thing is you’ve talked it through. And the next important thing is, you’ve decided on when you want to do it.

Because you’re you, you put it on your calendar.

The date for the big day ends up a little over three weeks later. Your classes predictably picked up with their workload, and then there were midterms to think about too. Factoring papers, homework, and studying, your calendar had filled out almost completely. Suna had stood over your shoulder as you slowly filled your planner with deadlines using a red pen.

When you were done, Suna took the pen from you and marked a quiet Friday after midterms with the word, BUSY.

“I think this would be a good day to do it,” Suna says, just as he doodles a little heart next to the word, before drawing an arrow that covers your entire weekend after. Suna grins at you, “So you have the entire weekend to recover.

The words were so bold, it made you blush. An entire weekend to recover from what?

Hot, sexy, kinky vampire sex?

When you ask him, the only response you get is, “Well, you know how we get after your exams.”

You do know. With a different pen, you make a reminder to go grocery shopping before then. Maybe stock up on electrolytes. Maybe you should buy flowers just to make the evening a little more romantic.

Great ideas, you pat yourself on the back. Nice.

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Midterms, the entirety of it, does a good job of distracting you.

Though what’s in store for you is never too far from your mind. All you need to do is check your planner and you’re reminded of it.

It gets you a little hot under your collar, which is unfortunate because sometimes, you’re studying at the library, and you don’t really want to be thinking about getting the fucking of your life at such a dignified establishment.

You’re reminded of it too every time Suna feeds from you. How you’re one step closer each time to the long-awaited neck bite.

Anticipation needlessly grows in you.

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When the actual day rolls in, the anticipation has grown monstrous. It’s grown acrid and yellow and can only be called anxiety at this point.

You’re free all day Friday, which only makes the restlessness worse.

You’d woken up early, in your own apartment for once, and couldn’t go back to sleep. You go out for a run, hoping to get some of the bad energy out. When that doesn’t work, you busy yourself with grocery shopping, hoping it tires you out. It doesn’t, so you continue trying other methods. You clean. You watch some drama show on your computer.

All it does is pass the time, bringing the day to a close and the night to a start.

Before you know it, you’re walking into Suna’s apartment with everything you might need for the weekend.

You’re setting your stuff down on the couch, when Suna walks out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel.

“Um,” Suna says, panicked, “Did you go into my bedroom?”

You tilt your head to the side, “No. Why?”

Suna relaxes immediately and gives you an innocent smile as he bounds up to you, “Nothing. Have you eaten dinner?”

You raise a brow, but don't comment on it. You say hello with a big hug, “I was going to make something.”

Suna wraps his arms around your waist, pressing kisses against your jaw, “Thought you were just going to order something for tonight.”

“I wasn’t feeling any of the usual places I order at,” you say, which is not untrue, “And I went and got groceries today, so it’s a waste of money when we have food here.”

You feel Suna run his hands down your back affectionately, “Just do whatever is easiest. You’re going to get wrinkles if you frown super hard every time you contemplate what you’re going to eat.”

You absentmindedly rub your forehead at that. “Easy for you to say. You always have one choice of what to eat.”

“Yes. I’ll be having you for dinner tonight,” Suna hums, and the hand on your back begins to feel like promise rather than comfort. Suna lets you go, “Just make your favourite. Ramen?”

You soften, briefly caressing his cheek. Your nerves ease a little as you’re reminded of who you’re doing this with. You pinch his cheek, “Cute. You really do know me so well, huh?”

“Ow,” Suna whines, trying to push your hand away, “You’re so annoying.”

“Shut up, you love me,” you say smugly, which used to make your vampire boyfriend blush. Now, all it does is earn you a roll of his eyes.

Predictably, Suna says in response, “Unfortunately.”

It’s still cute in your eyes. It’s made even cuter by the fact that Suna starts pulling out an old brass pot and filling it with water. Suna has zero use for his own kitchen, almost everything here is kept for you. The thought of it fills you up—you’re so lucky to have someone this sweet. Suna always does things for you without even saying a single word. Without even needing a single word of thanks.

It’s a quick and easy meal that solves one problem and delivers you to the event that you’ve been trying to manifest for months.

Suna disappears into his room, while you’re cleaning the dishes and putting away the groceries in the fridge, and comes back with a kiss.

“Babe,” Suna pulling away with a shy giggle as you stand on the threshold of his bedroom, “You’re not allowed to make fun of me for this.”

“Make fun of you for what—“

Suna opens the door to their bedroom, and when you take a peek, your eyes widen.

The room is dark, illuminated by lit candles scattered all around the room. The bed is covered in rose petals, forming the shape of a heart. Gosh, when did he even have the time to do all of this?

“Babe,” you say, covering your mouth, “This is—“

“I know!” Suna sighs, holding onto your arm. Embarrassment slowly seeps into his expression, “I just got this idea in my head and I thought, it would be cute. Since it’s kind of a special first time, right? And you’ve just finished your midterms and I just thought you deserve something nice and romantic—“ Suna swallows the rest of his words and says, “Y/N. Nevermind, I’m going to blow the candles out—“

“No, no, no,” you say, pulling him back, “I love it. It’s very nice. It’s very cute.” You can’t help but tease, “Very romantic… I’ve always wanted to have sex on top of rose petals.”

Suna lightly hits your shoulder, “I said, don’t make fun of me!”

“I’m not!” you deny, cupping his face and pressing a sweet kiss on his lips, “I promise I like it. I’m into it. It’s really cute. Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m really embarrassed now,” Suna pouts, “But if you’re into it…”

“I am,” you assure, though he keeps his pout for a moment more before nodding. He looks at you through his lashes, and his gaze, his gaze, feels like a stun to the heart.

The humour from earlier melts from the heat of his gaze.

Suna touches your wrist and asks, “Should we get started?”

You kiss him in response.

It’s a slow moving kiss, exactly what you need after a long day of overthinking. You feel your body relax as you give into the soft glide of his lips against yours.

It’s the first act of your sweet capitulation.

As you kiss him, you hear the click of the door being shut, and slowly but surely, you’re being walked towards the bed.

You pull away the moment you feel the edge of the bed behind your knees. You sit down, looking up at him, and say, “I’m a little nervous.”

Suna smooths his hands over your shoulders, “I can feel it. Do you want to not—“

“No, no,” you shake your head. Suna brushes your hair back, “We can do it another time.”

“I want it now,” you say steadily, despite your shaking heart. You nod, “I trust you. I trust me. Us. I just get worried. What if something goes wrong?”

“Then we’ll stop, like we said we would,” Suna promises. “We eased into this. We did all the steps right. But we’re experimenting, and it’s okay if we fuck up. We can always try again later.”

Suna says all this while holding your face in his hands. Like you’re something precious. You turn your head, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand. You savour being held for just a moment before you ask, “If I pass out, could you make sure that the ambulance doesn’t find me naked?”

“Y/N,” he tries to reprimand, but the question is too funny that he ends up laughing, a shaking figure against yours. When he pulls back, he’s rolling his eyes, “Yes. I’ll make sure you’re clothed and covered if we have to take you to the hospital. Stop being morbid. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Yeah?”

You absolutely believe it.

“Now,” Suna says, sitting down and placing you on his lap. “Let me take care of you. You’ve worked so hard, baby. I just want to make you feel good. Will you let me?”

You nod and are rewarded immediately by the dark bloom of his beautiful smile. It’s the last thing you see before you’re being kissed again.

Suna takes absolute control of it. He kisses passionately, full-bodied, like kissing you is the only thing he was put on this earth to do. His hands are in your hair, caressing your cheeks, touching your neck, exploring your chest—overwhelming your senses.

All you can do is take it and try to give back as good as you get.

Suna’s hand is cold when it works its way beneath the hem of your shirt. You flinch and feel him press soft butterfly kisses in apology.

“S’okay,” you mumble, more than appeased when Suna’s palm flattens against your stomach and travels its way up your chest. It’s the lightest graze of his fingertips over your nipple that has you shivering all over.

Suna swallows, eyes darkening as he says, “You’re a gift to me,” before pushing your shirt all the way up, so he can have full access to your chest. The only warning you get is the soft kiss against where your heart lies, before you’re being flipped around and pushed roughly up the bed.

“Look at you,” he says with awe. You can only imagine how you look, surrounded by rose petals, under the orange glow of the candles in the room. His hand traces a line from your chest all the way down to your stomach. “I need to send flowers to the god that gave you to me.”

Your mouth dries at his words. It’s not that you think you’re ugly nor are you lacking in admirers. It’s just that—nobody’s ever described you like this. There’s almost something religious about the way Suna looks at you; the way he touches you, in this room, right now, it can only be called worship

“Please,” is all you can say, not really knowing what you mean, what you wish for Suna to do.

He nods.

You watch him slowly lean down and press a soft, lingering kiss right in the middle of the valley of your chest. It tickles almost, the touch so light against skin it feels almost like a dream. The next kiss is just as light, an inch down, and then another, and then another, until he’s reached your stomach and—

You don’t even realise you’ve pushed yourself up on your elbows to watch until his eyes flicker up to you. Your breath catches in your throat at the intensity of his eyes, and you don't, you can’t breathe as Suna maintains eye contact as he gives an open-mouthed kiss so close to the waistband of your pants.

The brush of his cool tongue against heated skin is immaculate, and you find yourself slowly exhaling at the feeling. You’re a fan of delayed gratification, but never when you’re at the end of it. The lack of control has you taut with tension; Suna’s barely touching you, barely putting any pressure anywhere, and yet, you feel like you’re on fire.

“Rin,” you whisper, “Touch me—“

Suna gives you a look that has you swallowing your words. But Suna’s not entirely as good with denying you, not even to play a role in bed, and you find him moving lower, close to where you want him to be.

Just as you think he’s about to unbutton your pants, his fingers tease instead, touching your clothed head, before putting his mouth over it, laving at it with his tongue.

You have never hated denim so much in your life.

You’re sweating by the time Suna finally touches you properly, poking his through your pants with a small smirk. You can’t even begrudge him for it, the relief you feel is insane and it must show.

Suna pats your thigh and says, “Take off your pants.”

You don't need to be told twice, hurriedly taking off your shirt, before pulling down your pants then your underwear. Suna only helps by pushing your discarded clothes to the floor.

You’re fully naked when you realise he’s entirely clothed. “Are you…”

Suna shakes his head, “Later. Can you sit by the headboard?”

You crawl your way to where he wants to be and sit there without any complaints. But when you turn to look back at him, Suna looks like he’s trying hard not to laugh.

You frown, “What?”

Suna bites his lip before letting out a laugh.

“What?” you whine as Suna joins you, settling in between your legs. Suna smiles at you. He reaches over, and you think he’s finally going to touch you where you need him most, but all he does is pick something off of your skin.

You want to die when you see what it is: a rose petal.

“You had one stuck on your ass,” Suna snickers, and all you can do is cover your face, “Stop embarrassing me. It’s killing the mood.”

“It’s us,” Suna says, kissing your knee. “I’m sure we can resurrect it.”

You grumble, stupid, under your breath, but you can’t quite hold onto the disgruntled feeling when Suna starts kissing his way down your thigh. He passes the faded scar from when he fed from your thigh and gives it more attention, sucking the skin into his mouth and only moving on when he sees it’s bruised.

As if you could forget the feel of his teeth sinking against your skin.

Suna makes himself comfortable in between your legs, kneeling until he’s right in front of your pussy. He leans forward into your heat, giving it a kitten lick, like he’s only allowed a taste, and then presses his lips together, as if savouring the taste.

“Yummy,” Suna says, almost to himself. Your hands are curling into fists at your side, fighting the instinct to take control and have Suna eat you out already. The anticipation has you on the edge, and it paints everything Suna does in an erotic light.

Even this—the prim way Suna tucks his long hair behind his ear before finally, finally, putting his mouth on you.

“You’re perfect,” you moan, head falling back against the headboard as his warm and wet tongue dips into you. You think you can cum with just this, with the way his tongue is swirling in and around you, the steady roaming of his hands all over your body. You could close your eyes and just give in to it all, but you fight the urge.

After all, the view is the best part.

Suna’s mouth on you, eyes swimming in desire, saliva dripping down his chin.

You reach out and caress his cheek, wondering, who taught you this, who could give you up after seeing you like this?

As if Suna could hear your thoughts, he pulls away to take a breath and looks at you with his beautiful dark eyes, his delicate ink black lashes against porcelain skin. “Alright?” Suna pants.

“Yeah,” you nod, wiping the slick dribbling down his chin. Suna chases your fingers, licking it with his tongue, before sucking on your fingertips. You push them further in, until you’re knuckle deep and pressing down on his tongue.

The sound Suna makes has him pulling his fingers out. You swallow, “It’s your turn. Come here.”

Suna laughs, sitting back on his haunches, “I feel shy all of a sudden. I feel like we weren’t like this even on our first time.”

“Why are you shy?”

Suna shrugs, taking his shirt off to hide his expression. “Because.”

You laugh, fond even with how heated everything is. You reach out and sigh with pleasure now that you get to touch his bare body. “I don’t like it when you take charge,” you say, “You never let me do anything.”

Suna smiles, “You’re supposed to sit back and enjoy the show.”

“But I want to kiss you,” you pout..

Suna laughs this time, “You’ve always been allowed to. Come kiss me then.” But he’s the one taking off his sleep shorts and clambering over to you. “Come suck me off too,” he teases.

“Mhmm, finally,” you joke, but you think you’ve genuinely had enough of this drawn-out tease. Your first round is usually never this slow, both of you guys fans of fucking hard and fast just to get the edge off before taking it more slowly the next round.

Suna’s too busy pressing kisses on your throat, sucking hickeys like he’s marking the spot he’ll be biting later. The reminder has you pinching his side, “Rin —“

“Calm down,” he soothes, giving your chin a kiss.

You ignore him, reaching for his cock instead. You don’t have any patience left.

Suna gives you a look but gives in to your wishes. He’s rising to his knees, laying above you as he lines his cock up into your hole. You grip his back, steadying him as he slowly sinks into you. Suna let out a low moan, shuddering as you fully took him in.

You echo the sentiment with your whole heart and pussy. Suna’s hands massage your sides as he lets your body adjust to him. You watch his face, the slight pinch between his brows, the bite of his teeth around his bottom lip, and wait, with absolute patience, for him to move when he’s ready.

You distract him with kisses, placing them anywhere you can reach, shoulders, nose, the curve of his Adam’s apple at the centre of his throat. Makes a home in his mouth with a kiss so slow and intimate it felt like you were both beyond the touch of time.

Suna kisses back, deepening the kiss as he twines his arms around your neck. And carefully, he starts to move.

Suna’s hips rock exquisitely slow, and all you can do is feel the movement. Every time he rises, your grip on him tightens. You’re fighting the urge to move, to fuck back against him every time he thrusts into you. There’s a rush of pleasure running up your spine that you want to chase so bad, but experience has taught you the virtues of patience.

The reward is the carnal knowledge of why some people call an orgasm a little death, and considering the bite that awaits you at the end of this, you’re certain you’ll find the name apt.

So, you lean back against the headboard and watch your boyfriend take absolute pleasure from you. The sinuous wave of his body as he sinks again and again into your pussy is bound to haunt all of your future wet dreams. His face twisted in pleasure, with his half-lidded eyes and pussy-eating mouth, is what you will touch himself to when you’re alone—

“Y/N,” Suna moans, falling forward into you. You catch him, caressing his back, then his thighs, the muscles of which flex underneath your hands, “Are you tired, baby?”

Suna presses his forehead against yours, mouth parted around a gasp as he shakes his head. “I’m good. Are you—“

“Good,” you say, though that word hardly covers half of how good you feel. “So good,” you praise.

“I’m happy,” Suna pants, staring deep into your eyes, “Just wanna make you—make you feel good, sweetheart, love you so much—“

You kiss him, holding his cheeks so you can do it properly, deeply. A kiss you pour all the love you have in your heart into. Suddenly, it feels unbearable to receive all of this, to be taken care of and loved like this, without giving anything back. When you pull back, you beg, “Me too, let me make you feel good too—“

Suna shakes his head, “After, you can ride me after—“ He doesn’t even properly finish his sentence, like he’s trying to hold onto his control too. What he does is press on the bruise he left on your neck and asks, “Do you still want me to—“

You nods desperately, “Please, Rin, I’ve been waiting—“

You think you might die if he starts having second thoughts about it. This, you’ve dreamt about for so long. This, you’ve imagined the delicate mix of pain and pleasure far too many times. And you’re so close to having it, you’ll whine, you’ll beg, you’ll do anything to assure him you need it.

“It’ll hurt,” Suna warns, but you hear a promise instead.

“I want it,” you lick your lips, like you can taste the pleasure already.

“You remember your promise to me, right?” Suna says, “If you feel—“

“Yes,” you promise, “Yes, I will.”

“You’re not allowed to die,” Suna jokes, and you’re too delirious with need to find it funny. Suna descends on your neck, and your brain shuts down completely, surrendering completely to his open mouthed kisses, to the tiny nips he makes here and there.

You tilt your neck to the side to give him easier access and hear the low growl coming from your boyfriend. Yes, please, it’s yours, I’m yours, all of it—

You don’t even realise you’re saying it out loud until he chuckles against your neck, the sound vibrating. You can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed at all, not when you feel your honesty rewarded by the wet stripe Suna licks up your neck.

It’s followed only by this admission: “You’re the only person who’s made me being a vampire feel like a gift, so don’t die.”

By the time those words sink in, sharp fangs sink in you too.

Unimaginable pain fills you, neck first. Instinct begs you to fight back, but you still, bearing it. The only thing anchoring you through it is Suna, who you hold with one arm wrapped around his waist and another tangled in his hair.

It hurts so much that the world is blurred around the edges. You close your eyes in fear that vision would make you dizzier. You don't want to faint.

You feel a hand stroking your hair. Your body begins to get used to the pain or perhaps this is where the pain begins to fizzle altogether, the venom reaching your heart. You welcome it easily, greedy for any and all relief—before you realise it, there’s hardly any pain left. Just pleasure in equal strokes.

The pleasure strikes through you like lightning, electric, all-consuming, and spreads like wildfire through you. You jolt, squirm, and would have absolutely thrashed if not for the way Suna was holding you down. The pleasure is almost too much too, bringing a sort of restlessness to your movement, heat wanting to get out but not knowing where to go.

“Rin,” you moan, not even knowing what you want him to do. Your hands go back to his waist as you suddenly remember he’s still inside you. You don’t think you have the strength to move, body too lax with pleasure, nor do you want to accidentally jostle him and ruin the bite.

You do end up grinding against his hips, small circular movements to give your aching pussy some relief. You don’t know how much time passes as you do that. You’ll only remember the way Suna gulps against your neck, the way he releases you, the single trail of blood dripping down his chin.

You watch the blood almost spill to the white sheets, but Suna catches it with his thumb. He brings it to his mouth, sucking onto it with his eyes closed. Savouring even the stray drop.

“Scrumptious,” Suna says, voice thick with rapture, and leans back down to lick whatever blood was left on your neck.

It’s a blur after that. Your tangled bodies giving into instinct. The essence of you together, hot as the blood shared between you stain the sheets.

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You think it’s morning when you wake up. Not that you can tell by the light, as the room is hidden from the world with black out curtains.

You try to get up, but your neck aches immediately. Your hands go immediately to it, expecting to find a large gaping wound, but all you can feel is gauze.

You feel the cool breeze of a fan hit your body, a sobering feeling that has you remembering the night before.

The rose petals. The sex. The bite—

“I can hear you thinking,” Suna says grumpily, beside you. His voice thick with sleep. “Go back to sleep.”

You lay back down, relaxing fully against the pillows and what appears to be fresh sheets. You turn to your side and cuddle closer to your boyfriend , whose eyes are closed.

After a moment, they flutter open. Suna says, “I can feel you staring at me,” then with concern, “Is your neck bothering you?”

“It’s expected,” you mumble, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Thank you. I loved it. Ten out of ten, would do it again.”

Suna chuckles, dropping a kiss to your cheek, before settling back down and saying nothing more.

You slowly give in to sleep too. Nothing left to say as there’s nothing more to want.

You’re his completely.

a/n: i wanted a tender and sweet vampire fic to read but couldn't find one... who says you can't have a healthy relationship and be nasty in bed right... hence i wrote it instead... this is my first time attempting to write a long fic w smut so please be gentle w mistakes!!!!

also surprise! here's the powerpoint mentioned in the fic :')