Everyone knew Suna liked a good fuck then he’d move on. He’s been with every single JNT teammate.
He’s latest? Sakusa Kiyoomi.
He didn’t think Sakusa had a clue at fucking. That’s what made him so damn crazy to get the spiker under him.
In reality, Sakusa did the fucking and Suna saw G-d that day.
He’s not even religious.
Fast forward to this evening and they are all out to dinner for his birthday.
Rintarou is hanging off of Atsumu, they have been together since they were kids. Atsumu is his home away from home. The one that grounds him; he even cut Rintarou off and handed him water.
“C’mon Rin, if ya get too drunk I can’t fuck ya into next week.”
/fuck me?/
Rin didn’t think he said that out-loud but from smirk on Atsumu’s face.
“Yes, ya scrub? Ya said yer down to fuck Cap and I on yer 27th birthday?”
/oh right, that bet/
Rin could feel his pants getting tighter. Atsumu was currently single, and he did say his captain was a good fuck.
Rintarou has slept with Osamu on multiple occasions but not… not Atsumu.
The blonde twin was always wrapped up in Sakusa or Meian or both. Suna never thought he compared to either of them
So he kept his mouth shut, doesn’t mean he kept his eyes to himself or his moans quiet when he was fucking his fist, images of those tan thighs wrapped-
around his waist.
He felt an arm around his shoulders, looking up he eyes danced over the smirk from the devil himself.
“What do ya say, birthday boy? Ya think ya can handle both of us?” Meian simpers, Rintarou’s stomach flipping.
/fuck he smells so good/
Eyeing the two up and down, he felt his dick twitch. He could handle both, right? Could he?
He was normally the predator but right now, under their gazes he was the prey.
He was trapped.
And he was ready to be eaten.
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It was the running question of the month. Atsumu asked him, Kiyoomi asked him, the team asked him- hell even Foster asked him.
Whose last name would he be taking? Would it be Meian still or would he become Miya Shuugo? He so badly wanted to be Miya Shuugo, but that would put a 3rd Miya on the court. Thanks to Miya Atsumu and Miya Kiyoomi.
Gods, his teammates are going to be his brother-in-laws. He was about to be RELATED to the two biggest volleyball idiots in the V-League.
Shuugo’s could feel his muscles aching. The day finally weighing down on his shoulders. All he wanted to do was sink into the hot tub and soak. Maybe disappear.
He had to separate Sakusa and Atsumu again. If those two could get their head out of their ass, he would be /fine/. But they were dancing around each other and the team was egging them on.
Sighing, he unlocked his apartment door.
Kicking his shoes off, dropping his duffel bag in the entry. His back was turned to the living room when he felt arms circle his waist.
“Welcome home, darlin,” Osamu whispers his face pressed into Shuugo’s back.