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desc;; MDNI, post-time skip, bestfriends 2 lovers, multiple orgasms, finger fucking, soft dom suna, afab!reader, not prof read, rin had a crush on you ever since… so he decides to shoot his shot! , p in v , vaginal sex, squirting, bsf!sunarin → bf!sunarin
AN;; trying something new :) expect mistakes or spelling errors wc: 884
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• bestfriend!suna has heard you complain about it for months. every time the topic of sex comes up during your late-night calls or when you’re chilling at his place after his ejp raijin practices, you sigh and say the same thing everytime. “no one’s ever been able to make me squirt. they all tap out or get tired before it even gets close.”
he’s usually half-laying on the couch scrolling through his phone with that signature lazy smirk, but this time he actually looks up, eyes narrowing with interest.
“bet i could,” he says casually, like he’s commenting on the weather.
you laugh in his face. “yeah right, rin. you’re my best friend, not some sex god.”
• bestfriend!suna just raises an eyebrow, setting his phone down. “i’m serious. give me one night. if i can’t make you squirt, i’ll get ya anything you want. but if i do…” his smirk turns sharper, “you admit i’m better than every guy you’ve ever let touch you.”
you thought he was joking.
he wasn’t.
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two nights later you’re in his apartment after one of his games, still buzzing from watching him dominate on court. weell… one teasing conversation turns into a full blwown makeout session on his couch, and before you know it he has you pinned to his bed, long fingers already buried deep inside you.
• bestfriend!suna is annoyingly good. he takes his time, curling those stupidly long fingers against that spongy spot inside you while his thumb circles your clit with lazy precision. his hazel eyes stay locked on your face the entire time.
“told you,” he murmurs, voice low and smug as he speeds up. “you’re already soaking my hand,”
you’re stubborn, still trying to deny it even as your thighs start shaking. but rintaro just leans down, lips brushing your ear.
“let go. i know you can squirt for me, pretty girl.”
• bestfriend!suna doesn’t stop when you cum the first time. he keeps fucking you with his fingers through it, palm pressing firm against your clit, curling harder, faster, wet obscene sounds filling the room as he forces you higher.
“c’mon pretty girl… give it to me.”
your second orgasm hits harder. your back arches clean off the bed and you squirt all over his hand and wrist, soaking his forearm and the sheets beneath you. the sound you make is broken and shocked. suna’s eyes darken with satisfaction.
“there we go,” he breathes, looking way too proud of himself. “fucking knew you could.”
his fingers out slowly, savoring the way your walls flutter around them. he doesn’t rush. instead, he leans down and kisses you deep as he lines himself up, pressing the head of his cock against your soaked entrance.
• bestfriend!suna fucks you through three more orgasms that night, making you squirt two more times — once while you’re riding him, and once when he has your legs pushed back to your chest, pounding deep and relentless.
every time you soak his cock and stomach, suna lets out this low, warm chuckle, almost like he can’t believe how good you feel. his thumb keeps gently circling your swollen clit, eyes half-lidded as he watches you fall apart with pure adoration.
“look at you…” he murmurs between slow, deep thrusts, sweat slipping down his messy brown hair. “so beautiful like this. i’ve got you, baby. just let go for me.”
when he finally cums, he buries himself to the hilt, groaning softly against your neck as he fills you up, hips twitching with every pulse. his voice is rough but gentle when he whispers,
“all mine… only me from now on, kay?”
you’re a trembling, soaked mess underneath him, sheets completely ruined, thighs sticky with both of you. all you can do is weakly smack his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.
“told you i could,” he whispers,
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• bestfriend!suna made good on his bet. after that night he didn’t even give you a chance to pretend it was a one-time thing. the next morning you woke up to him already scrolling through his phone next to you, arm slung over your waist like it belonged there.
“morning, squirt,” he said with that lazy smirk, not even looking up. you threw a pillow at his head.
• annoying boyfriend!suna is literally the worst (and best) thing that’s ever happened to you. he went from your stupid best friend who sent you dumb texts at 3am to the guy who now texts you “thinking about how pretty you look when you’re crying on my dick” while you’re in a work meeting.
• annoying boyfriend!suna is obsessed with making you squirt now that he knows he can. he turns it into a game. movie night? his hand is in your panties the whole time. lazy sudnay morning? he eats you out until the sheets are ruined and you’re pushing his head away because you can’t take anymore.
“rin— rinnie i can’t—”
“you can. don’t be dramatic. give me one more.”
• annoying boyfriend!suna is ridiculously clingy in the most infuriating way. he’ll lay on top of you after sex, still buried inside you, refusing to pull out while he scrolls through his phone and occasionally thrusts lazily just to hear you whine.
desc;; MDNI, post-time skip, bestfriends 2 lovers, multiple orgasms, finger fucking, soft dom suna, afab!reader, not prof read, rin had a crush on you ever since… so he decides to shoot his shot! , p in v , vaginal sex, squirting, bsf!sunarin → bf!sunarin
AN;; trying something new :) expect mistakes or spelling errors wc: 884
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• bestfriend!suna has heard you complain about it for months. every time the topic of sex comes up during your late-night calls or when you’re chilling at his place after his ejp raijin practices, you sigh and say the same thing everytime. “no one’s ever been able to make me squirt. they all tap out or get tired before it even gets close.”
he’s usually half-laying on the couch scrolling through his phone with that signature lazy smirk, but this time he actually looks up, eyes narrowing with interest.
“bet i could,” he says casually, like he’s commenting on the weather.
you laugh in his face. “yeah right, rin. you’re my best friend, not some sex god.”
• bestfriend!suna just raises an eyebrow, setting his phone down. “i’m serious. give me one night. if i can’t make you squirt, i’ll get ya anything you want. but if i do…” his smirk turns sharper, “you admit i’m better than every guy you’ve ever let touch you.”
you thought he was joking.
he wasn’t.
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two nights later you’re in his apartment after one of his games, still buzzing from watching him dominate on court. weell… one teasing conversation turns into a full blwown makeout session on his couch, and before you know it he has you pinned to his bed, long fingers already buried deep inside you.
• bestfriend!suna is annoyingly good. he takes his time, curling those stupidly long fingers against that spongy spot inside you while his thumb circles your clit with lazy precision. his hazel eyes stay locked on your face the entire time.
“told you,” he murmurs, voice low and smug as he speeds up. “you’re already soaking my hand,”
you’re stubborn, still trying to deny it even as your thighs start shaking. but rintaro just leans down, lips brushing your ear.
“let go. i know you can squirt for me, pretty girl.”
• bestfriend!suna doesn’t stop when you cum the first time. he keeps fucking you with his fingers through it, palm pressing firm against your clit, curling harder, faster, wet obscene sounds filling the room as he forces you higher.
“c’mon pretty girl… give it to me.”
your second orgasm hits harder. your back arches clean off the bed and you squirt all over his hand and wrist, soaking his forearm and the sheets beneath you. the sound you make is broken and shocked. suna’s eyes darken with satisfaction.
“there we go,” he breathes, looking way too proud of himself. “fucking knew you could.”
his fingers out slowly, savoring the way your walls flutter around them. he doesn’t rush. instead, he leans down and kisses you deep as he lines himself up, pressing the head of his cock against your soaked entrance.
• bestfriend!suna fucks you through three more orgasms that night, making you squirt two more times — once while you’re riding him, and once when he has your legs pushed back to your chest, pounding deep and relentless.
every time you soak his cock and stomach, suna lets out this low, warm chuckle, almost like he can’t believe how good you feel. his thumb keeps gently circling your swollen clit, eyes half-lidded as he watches you fall apart with pure adoration.
“look at you…” he murmurs between slow, deep thrusts, sweat slipping down his messy brown hair. “so beautiful like this. i’ve got you, baby. just let go for me.”
when he finally cums, he buries himself to the hilt, groaning softly against your neck as he fills you up, hips twitching with every pulse. his voice is rough but gentle when he whispers,
“all mine… only me from now on, kay?”
you’re a trembling, soaked mess underneath him, sheets completely ruined, thighs sticky with both of you. all you can do is weakly smack his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.
“told you i could,” he whispers,
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• bestfriend!suna made good on his bet. after that night he didn’t even give you a chance to pretend it was a one-time thing. the next morning you woke up to him already scrolling through his phone next to you, arm slung over your waist like it belonged there.
“morning, squirt,” he said with that lazy smirk, not even looking up. you threw a pillow at his head.
• annoying boyfriend!suna is literally the worst (and best) thing that’s ever happened to you. he went from your stupid best friend who sent you dumb texts at 3am to the guy who now texts you “thinking about how pretty you look when you’re crying on my dick” while you’re in a work meeting.
• annoying boyfriend!suna is obsessed with making you squirt now that he knows he can. he turns it into a game. movie night? his hand is in your panties the whole time. lazy sudnay morning? he eats you out until the sheets are ruined and you’re pushing his head away because you can’t take anymore.
“rin— rinnie i can’t—”
“you can. don’t be dramatic. give me one more.”
• annoying boyfriend!suna is ridiculously clingy in the most infuriating way. he’ll lay on top of you after sex, still buried inside you, refusing to pull out while he scrolls through his phone and occasionally thrusts lazily just to hear you whine.
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desc;; MDNI, hate sex, semi-public sex, afab!reader, post-timeskip, smut, kuroo x reader, not really prof-read, oral (f) receiving, car sex, established exes, unprotected sex, degradation, reader also works for JVA, tetsurou regrets breaking it off with you
AN;; this is butt I’m so sorry. I haven’t posted in so long… wc: 2.7k words
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you and kuroo had been assigned the same fucking work trip. of course you had! the universe clearly hated you both.
three days in osaka for the JVA promotional campaign, long meetings, fake smiles, and pretending you didn’t want to strangle the tall, smug bastard every time he opened his mouth. kuroo tetsurou, sports promotion department golden boy, with his stupid messy hair and sharp tongue. your ex. the one who broke things off two years ago because “work was getting too stressful” and then somehow became your professional rival.
the drive back to tokyo was supposed to be quiet. newsflash? it wasn’t. six hours stretching ahead on the dark highway after leaving osaka, the kind of endless trip that already had your nerves frayed before the arguing even started.
“you’re still pissed i got the bigger bonus last quarter?” kuroo’s voice cut through the dark highway, one hand loose on the wheel, the other tapping an irritated rhythm on his thigh. his suit jacket was tossed in the back, tie loosened, top buttons undone. he looked too good, and god if that didn’t make you angrier..
“i’m pissed that you undermined my presentation in front of the sponsors,” you snapped, arms crossed tight over your chest. “you just had to jump in with your ‘holistic approach’ bullshit like i wasn’t standing right there.”
he laughed, low and mean. “sweetheart, your slides were weak. i saved your ass.”
“saved my ass? you made me look incompetent!”
“you were incompetent on slide seven. don’t lie to yourself.”
the car felt too small. the tension had been building since osaka—stolen glares across conference tables, brushing past each other in hotel hallways, the way his eyes lingered on your legs during dinner. hate and something worse. something that still burned hot between you even after all this time.
“pull over,” you said suddenly.
“what?”
“i said pull the fuck over, kuroo. i’d rather walk the rest of the way than sit here with you.”
he didn’t pull over. he kept driving, jaw clenched, knuckles whitening on the steering wheel. the silence stretched until it snapped.
“you know what your problem is?” he growled. “you’re so fucking stubborn you’d rather crash and burn than admit when you’re wrong.”
“my problem?” you twisted in your seat, glaring at him. “my problem is you. you waltz in with that smirk like you own the room, like you still own me. newsflash, asshole—we’ve been done for two years.”
kuroo’s eyes flicked to you, dark and dangerous. the car swerved slightly as he took the next exit too fast. gravel crunched under the tires as he pulled into an empty rest stop off the highway, far from the lights. the second the car stopped, he killed the engine.
“get in the back,” he ordered.
“excuse me?”
“you heard me.” his voice was rough, chest rising fast. “you want to fight? fine. but i’m not doing this in the front seat like some dumb teenager.”
you should’ve told him to fuck off. instead, heat flooded your body and something worse. you shoved the door open anyway.
he was faster, long legs ate up the distance around the car. his hand wrapped around your wrist, firm but not bruising, and he pulled you toward the back door. you stumbled in, landing across the leather seats with your skirt riding up.
kuroo followed right after, slamming the door shut. the space was immediately too small for his broad frame. his knees hit the seat, shoulders hunched, but he crowded you anyway, one hand bracing beside your head.
“you drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered, breath hot against your cheek. “always fuckin’ have.”
“then why are we here?” you shot back, shoving at his chest. your palms met solid muscle. he didn’t budge.
“because you’re soaked already and we both know it.”
his hand slid up your thigh, fingers gripping the soft flesh as he pushed your skirt higher, brushing teasingly against the edge of your panties. you cursed under your breath, heat flooding your core despite yourself, but didn’t stop him. the tension crackled between you, angry and desperate.
“tell me you want this,” kuroo rasped, voice low and rough against your ear, his breath hot as his fingers hovered, waiting. “say it. i won’t touch you unless you do.”
you glared at him, cheeks burning “oh wow, now you want my permission? how caring of you, tetsurou,” you sneered, voice dripping with sarcasm.
that was all he needed. clothes came off in frustrated, eager tugs, your blouse half-unbuttoned with buttons popping loose, bra shoved down to expose your breasts, panties dragged slowly down your legs and tossed aside. his jacket was already gone, shirt rumpled. the car fogged up quickly from your heavy, mingled breathing, windows blurring with the heat of your bodies.
kuroo pushed your thighs apart wider, settling between them in the cramped space. one of your legs hooked awkwardly over the front seat, spreading you open for him. he stared down at your exposed pussy, eyes darkening with hunger as he took in how wet and swollen you looked, glistening under the faint light.
“aww, look at this,” he murmured, voice mocking. he used two fingers to spread your lips slowly, deliberately, exposing your glistening folds and swollen clit. “already this wet? pussy all puffy after one argument. you’re pathetic, you know that?”
“shut up,” you spat, face burning. you tried to close your legs but he held them open, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin.
“why would i? this is too good.” he dragged his fingers through your slick, spreading it messily. “two years and your body still reacts like this to me. embarrassing.”
you grabbed his hair, intending to pull him up for a fight, but he dipped his head lower instead.
he started slow—too slow for how angry you both were. his tongue traced a lazy path along your folds, tasting you. then he focused on your clit, circling it gently at first, coaxing it out from under its hood with soft, deliberate licks. his breath was hot, lips brushing teasingly.
“this is the only way to shut you up, is it?” he said against your skin, voice vibrating. he sucked lightly on your clit, tongue flicking in slow, coaxing strokes. not aggressive. not rushed. like he was savoring how you twitched and tried to fight it.
“fuck you, nghh.. kuroo!” you gasped, hips jerking.
he chuckled darkly, the sound muffled. “yeah? keep talking. see how long that lasts.”
he slid one thick finger inside you, curling it slowly while his tongue continued its unhurried work on your clit. he added a second finger after a minute, scissoring gently, stretching you open with careful patience.
your hands fisted in his messy black hair. “you’re such an asshole… ah— always acting like you know everything..nghh..”
he groaned softly against your pussy — a low, involuntary sound he tried to swallow back. you felt it more than heard it. he pretended he didn’t make noises like that, always so controlled, but here in the cramped backseat he couldn’t hide it.
he kept licking and sucking your clit with focused dedication, fingers pumping in a steady rhythm. the wet squelching sounds filled the car. your thighs trembled around his head. he switched between soft sucks and slow, flat licks, drawing it out until you were whimpering despite yourself.
“atta girl,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. his lips were shiny. “getting so wet for me. can’t just slide my cock in without getting you ready, can i? not that you deserve it.”
“i-i..nnghh.. hate you!” you breathed, but your hips rolled toward his mouth.
“i know.” another groan slipped out as he dove back in, sucking your clit a little harder now, fingers curling deeper. he was still holding back the full aggression, making you feel every deliberate stroke.
you came with a broken moan, back arching as much as the tight space allowed. he worked you through it, tongue gentling but not stopping until you were pushing at his shoulders, oversensitive and panting.
when he finally lifted his head, his hair was wrecked, eyes wild. a streak of your arousal shone on his chin. he wiped it with the back of his hand, smirking.
“still cursing me out?” he asked, voice rough. he freed his cock from his slacks, thick and heavy, flushed dark at the tip, it rested against your thigh, leaking.
“yes,” you snapped. “fuck you tetsurou. this changes nothing.”
“that’s fine.” he spread your lips again with his fingers, staring down at your soaked, puffy entrance. “look how messy you are. dripping all over my leather seat. you really hate me, huh? pussy says otherwise.”
you reached down and grabbed his cock, squeezing it in warning. “just shut up and fuck me already if you’re going to!”
he groaned again, In that same low, reluctant sound as you stroked him. “bossy even now.”
he lined up, rubbing the head through your folds, teasing your clit with it. then he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open. the cramped backseat made it harder to move.
“fuck… you’re tight,” he muttered, burying his face in your neck. he didn’t slam in. he rocked in deep, grinding rather than pounding, letting you feel all of him.
“i still hate you,” you gasped, nails digging into his back. “you’re such a smug bastard… always have to act like you’re right…”
he rocked harder, hips rolling in controlled thrusts that hit deep. “yeah? keep talking shit while your cunt’s squeezing me like it missed me.” another groan escaped him. he tried to muffle it against your shoulder but failed.
you wrapped your legs around him as best you could in the tight space. “you think you’re so good at this? you’re not. you’re just… ah— an asshole who got lucky.”
kuroo laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into another groan as he ground against that spot inside you. “lucky? baby, you’re the one creaming all over my cock right now. look at you.” he reached between you, spreading your lips again while he was buried inside, thumb brushing your swollen clit. “so wet. pretty pathetic how bad you need this.”
“shut up— fuck you kuroo!” you moaned, hips bucking to meet his slow, deep thrusts. the car creaked with every roll of his hips. fog covered the windows completely.
he kept the pace deliberate, desperate but not frantic — grinding deep, circling his hips, making sure you felt every inch. his hand came up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
“say it again,” he taunted, eyes gleaming. “tell me how much you hate me while i’m inside you.”
“i hate you,” you hissed, clenching around him on purpose. “i hate your stupid face, your stupid voice! the way you think you can just— fuck— pull me into the backseat like this…”
he groaned loudly this time, hips stuttering for a moment. “keep going. it’s cute when you’re mad knowing I’m inside of you.”
you cursed him more—a stream of “asshole” and “i fucking hate you” mixed with moans as he rocked into you steadily. every insult made him grind harder, thumb working your clit in tight circles. sweat dripped down his temple. his hair stuck to his forehead.
well the thing is..
he refused to speed up no matter how much you squirmed and cursed beneath him, keeping those deep, rolling grinds that dragged against every sensitive inch inside you but never quite pushed you over the edge. the cramped backseat made it worse—every slow rock of his hips pressed you awkwardly against the leather, your leg hooked high over the front seat, bodies slick with sweat and stuck together in the fogged-up heat. you were getting frustrated, tears of pure irritation prickling at the corners of your eyes as the pleasure coiled tighter without snapping.
“fuck, kuroo! you’re—ahh doing this on purpose aren’t you!?” you hissed, nails digging harder into his back. “you smug piece of shit! just fuck me properly or get off me. i hate you so much right now—”
he groaned low against your throat, the sound slipping out unwillingly again as your walls clenched around him. “yeah? look at you, whining because you’re desperate.” he mocked, voice rough and smug even as his hips kept that same deliberate, grinding pace. he spread your lips again with his fingers while still buried deep, thumb brushing your swollen clit in lazy circles. “pussy’s so fucking puffy and wet, dripping everywhere, but you still can’t cum? maybe you don’t hate me enough. or maybe you just like suffering on my cock.”
“shut up—ahhh fuck you tetsurou!” you cried out, voice cracking with frustration as another slow thrust made you throb but refused to tip you over. tears slipped down your cheeks now, angry and overwhelmed. “you’re such an asshole, always having to control everything even this—”
kuroo’s smirk faltered when he caught sight of your face, the genuine little sobs mixing with your moans. his golden eyes softened just a fraction, that reluctant groan rumbling out louder this time as he pressed his forehead to yours. “shit… don’t cry pretty girl.” he muttered, almost like he hated himself for it. “can’t stand seeing you like that, even when you’re pissing me off.”
this time? he finally gave in. his grip on your hips tightened and he started thrusting faster—still deep and desperate but with more urgency now, hips snapping harder in the limited space. the car rocked noticeably with each thrust, the wet slap of skin echoing louder. he kept one hand between you, fingers spreading your lips obscenely while his thumb rubbed your clit in firm, quick circles, coaxing you right where you needed it.
“there you go,” he taunted through gritted teeth, but his voice had that wrecked edge. “cursing me out and crying on my cock? fucking pathetic. this what you wanted hm? my pretty girl needs it rougher to cum?”
“yes— fuck, yes!” you moaned, tears still falling but now from the overwhelming pleasure as it finally built sharp and fast. your walls fluttered wildly around him, squeezing tight. “i still hate you—hate how good this feels hate you—”
he groaned deep and broken, burying his face in your neck again as he fucked you harder, pace turning frantic in the cramped backseat. every thrust hit perfectly now, grinding against that spot while his thumb worked your swollen clit without mercy. the build-up finally shattered—your second orgasm crashed over you in intense waves, making you cry out loud and clamp down around his cock, thighs shaking violently.
kuroo kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release with those same desperate groans he couldn’t hold back anymore. “mmph— fuck!”
he spilled inside you moments later with a wrecked groan, hips pressing flush and grinding deep as he filled you, pulse after pulse of heat. but he didn’t pull out right away, still rocking slowly through the aftershocks, keeping you full and messy while you both panted in the tangled mess of limbs and fogged windows.
then he pulled out slowly, spreading your lips one last time with lazy fingers, watching his cum leak out of your swollen pussy. “still so messy,” he mocked softly, voice low and satisfied. “hate looks good on you.”
you shoved weakly at his chest, though there wasn’t much force behind it. “get off me tetsurou. this was a mistake.”
he didn’t move right away. instead, he leaned down pressing a kiss to your cheek before lifting his head to meet your eyes. his smirk was still there, sharp and smug. “you don’t mean that.” he murmured, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “you did so well for me, hm?”
you glared up at him, cheeks still flushed, but your usual sharp comeback didn’t come as fast this time. the pettiness in you wanted to snap back, yet the way he was looking at you made your stomach twist.
his car was a wreck, quite literally. the windows are completely fogged, clothes scattered everywhere, air thick with the smell of sex and lingering anger.
but…
neither of you moved to clean up right away. the hate was still there for sure, simmering hot under your skin. but so was the undeniable pull that neither of you could deny.
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AN;; I hope I didn’t write Tetsurou too out of character </3 NOT PROF READ SO EXPECT MISTAKES🥹
desc;; osamu miya x reader, fluff, oneshot, established relationship, post-timeskip, not prof read, gender neutral reader
an: finally clearing out my drafts for my 2026 bingo card wc: 400-500
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you really thought you could pull this off.
osamu had been working late at onigiri miya again, so you wanted to surprise him with dinner when he got home. easy, right? he makes stuff like this every day. how hard could it be?
righttt……?
the rice was a bit too watery. the main dish was dry and stuck to the pan. the soup? way too salty. you stood in the kitchen staring at the mess, hands on your hips, when the front door clicked open.
gulp.
“m’ home,” osamu called out, voice tired but warm. he kicked off his shoes and walked in, still wearing work attire.
you tried to block the counter with your body.
“uhh…welcome back?”
he raised an eyebrow, that lazy little smirk already forming. “what’s goin’ on here?”
“nothing,” you said quickly. too quickly.
he stepped around you anyway and froze when he saw whatever you were working on. burnt bits in the pan, rice that looked more like porridge, and a very sad looking main dish.
osamu blinked slowly. then he started laughing—low and deep, shoulders shaking.
“ya tried to cook for me?” he asked, eyes soft. “yer too cute, ya know that?”
“i wanted to do something nice,” you mumbled, cheeks burning. “you always cook for everyone else. i thought… i dunno.” he looked at the disaster again, then at your pouty face, and his expression melted.
“c’mere, dummy.”
he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. he smelled like rice and the faint scent of the restaurant. you buried your face in his chest.
“i ruined it,” you whispered.
“ya didn’t ruin nothin’,” he said, rubbing your back slowly. “just means we get to fix it up together, yeah?”
before you could protest, he rolled up his sleeves and stood next to you at the counter. he tasted the soup and made a face.
rude.
“well that’s something,” he chuckled. “how much salt did ya put in here?”
“i don’t wanna tlk about it.”
he grinned and bumped your hip with his. “alright, new plan. ya chop the green onions. i’ll handle the rest.”
what was supposed to be a nice quiet dinner turned into a small disaster. you kept stealing bits of rice from his bowl while he wasn’t looking. he flicked water at you when you tried poking him. at one point you hugged him from behind and rested your chin on his shoulder while he was stirring, whispering silly questions about what he was doing. it made him laugh softly, the sound warm and low as he tilted his head to press a quick kiss to your temple.
“yer a menace,” he said, but his voice was so fond it made your chest feel warm.
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when everything was finally done, you both looked at the slightly better looking plates and decided it was good enough. as you carried the bowls over to the table, you bumped the edge and some rice chunks spilled onto the floor.
you both paused and stared at the little mess for a second.
then you started giggling. osamu chuckled too, warm and low, eyes crinkling.
“ah well,” he said, grabbing two big onigiri he had brought home from the shop. “let’s just eat down here. floor picnic sounds nicer anyway.”
so that’s how you ended up sitting on the kitchen floor together, backs against the cabinets, eating your meal in comfortable silence. your legs were tangled with his. every now and then he’d reach over and wipe a grain of rice from your cheek with his thumb, or press a soft kiss to your forehead.
“thank you for tryin’,” he said quietly after a while, voice low. “means a lot, ya know. even if it was a total disaster.”
you leaned your head on his shoulder. “even if i’m a terrible cook?”
“especially ‘cause yer a terrible cook,” he teased, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. “makes me feel needed. plus i get to show off a little.”
you poked his side. he just laughed and pulled you closer, arm around your shoulders, holding you tight against him.
the kitchen was still a mess. dinner was half burnt, half salvaged. but sitting there on the floor with osamu, listening to him hum quietly while chewing, you couldn’t think of a better night.
“love ya,” he mumbled through a bite of onigiri, casual as anything.
desc;; MDNI, hate sex, semi-public sex, afab!reader, post-timeskip, smut, kuroo x reader, not really prof-read, oral (f) receiving, car sex, established exes, unprotected sex, degradation, reader also works for JVA, tetsurou regrets breaking it off with you
AN;; this is butt I’m so sorry. I haven’t posted in so long… wc: 2.7k words
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you and kuroo had been assigned the same fucking work trip. of course you had! the universe clearly hated you both.
three days in osaka for the JVA promotional campaign, long meetings, fake smiles, and pretending you didn’t want to strangle the tall, smug bastard every time he opened his mouth. kuroo tetsurou, sports promotion department golden boy, with his stupid messy hair and sharp tongue. your ex. the one who broke things off two years ago because “work was getting too stressful” and then somehow became your professional rival.
the drive back to tokyo was supposed to be quiet. newsflash? it wasn’t. six hours stretching ahead on the dark highway after leaving osaka, the kind of endless trip that already had your nerves frayed before the arguing even started.
“you’re still pissed i got the bigger bonus last quarter?” kuroo’s voice cut through the dark highway, one hand loose on the wheel, the other tapping an irritated rhythm on his thigh. his suit jacket was tossed in the back, tie loosened, top buttons undone. he looked too good, and god if that didn’t make you angrier..
“i’m pissed that you undermined my presentation in front of the sponsors,” you snapped, arms crossed tight over your chest. “you just had to jump in with your ‘holistic approach’ bullshit like i wasn’t standing right there.”
he laughed, low and mean. “sweetheart, your slides were weak. i saved your ass.”
“saved my ass? you made me look incompetent!”
“you were incompetent on slide seven. don’t lie to yourself.”
the car felt too small. the tension had been building since osaka—stolen glares across conference tables, brushing past each other in hotel hallways, the way his eyes lingered on your legs during dinner. hate and something worse. something that still burned hot between you even after all this time.
“pull over,” you said suddenly.
“what?”
“i said pull the fuck over, kuroo. i’d rather walk the rest of the way than sit here with you.”
he didn’t pull over. he kept driving, jaw clenched, knuckles whitening on the steering wheel. the silence stretched until it snapped.
“you know what your problem is?” he growled. “you’re so fucking stubborn you’d rather crash and burn than admit when you’re wrong.”
“my problem?” you twisted in your seat, glaring at him. “my problem is you. you waltz in with that smirk like you own the room, like you still own me. newsflash, asshole—we’ve been done for two years.”
kuroo’s eyes flicked to you, dark and dangerous. the car swerved slightly as he took the next exit too fast. gravel crunched under the tires as he pulled into an empty rest stop off the highway, far from the lights. the second the car stopped, he killed the engine.
“get in the back,” he ordered.
“excuse me?”
“you heard me.” his voice was rough, chest rising fast. “you want to fight? fine. but i’m not doing this in the front seat like some dumb teenager.”
you should’ve told him to fuck off. instead, heat flooded your body and something worse. you shoved the door open anyway.
he was faster, long legs ate up the distance around the car. his hand wrapped around your wrist, firm but not bruising, and he pulled you toward the back door. you stumbled in, landing across the leather seats with your skirt riding up.
kuroo followed right after, slamming the door shut. the space was immediately too small for his broad frame. his knees hit the seat, shoulders hunched, but he crowded you anyway, one hand bracing beside your head.
“you drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered, breath hot against your cheek. “always fuckin’ have.”
“then why are we here?” you shot back, shoving at his chest. your palms met solid muscle. he didn’t budge.
“because you’re soaked already and we both know it.”
his hand slid up your thigh, fingers gripping the soft flesh as he pushed your skirt higher, brushing teasingly against the edge of your panties. you cursed under your breath, heat flooding your core despite yourself, but didn’t stop him. the tension crackled between you, angry and desperate.
“tell me you want this,” kuroo rasped, voice low and rough against your ear, his breath hot as his fingers hovered, waiting. “say it. i won’t touch you unless you do.”
you glared at him, cheeks burning “oh wow, now you want my permission? how caring of you, tetsurou,” you sneered, voice dripping with sarcasm.
that was all he needed. clothes came off in frustrated, eager tugs, your blouse half-unbuttoned with buttons popping loose, bra shoved down to expose your breasts, panties dragged slowly down your legs and tossed aside. his jacket was already gone, shirt rumpled. the car fogged up quickly from your heavy, mingled breathing, windows blurring with the heat of your bodies.
kuroo pushed your thighs apart wider, settling between them in the cramped space. one of your legs hooked awkwardly over the front seat, spreading you open for him. he stared down at your exposed pussy, eyes darkening with hunger as he took in how wet and swollen you looked, glistening under the faint light.
“aww, look at this,” he murmured, voice mocking. he used two fingers to spread your lips slowly, deliberately, exposing your glistening folds and swollen clit. “already this wet? pussy all puffy after one argument. you’re pathetic, you know that?”
“shut up,” you spat, face burning. you tried to close your legs but he held them open, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin.
“why would i? this is too good.” he dragged his fingers through your slick, spreading it messily. “two years and your body still reacts like this to me. embarrassing.”
you grabbed his hair, intending to pull him up for a fight, but he dipped his head lower instead.
he started slow—too slow for how angry you both were. his tongue traced a lazy path along your folds, tasting you. then he focused on your clit, circling it gently at first, coaxing it out from under its hood with soft, deliberate licks. his breath was hot, lips brushing teasingly.
“this is the only way to shut you up, is it?” he said against your skin, voice vibrating. he sucked lightly on your clit, tongue flicking in slow, coaxing strokes. not aggressive. not rushed. like he was savoring how you twitched and tried to fight it.
“fuck you, nghh.. kuroo!” you gasped, hips jerking.
he chuckled darkly, the sound muffled. “yeah? keep talking. see how long that lasts.”
he slid one thick finger inside you, curling it slowly while his tongue continued its unhurried work on your clit. he added a second finger after a minute, scissoring gently, stretching you open with careful patience.
your hands fisted in his messy black hair. “you’re such an asshole… ah— always acting like you know everything..nghh..”
he groaned softly against your pussy — a low, involuntary sound he tried to swallow back. you felt it more than heard it. he pretended he didn’t make noises like that, always so controlled, but here in the cramped backseat he couldn’t hide it.
he kept licking and sucking your clit with focused dedication, fingers pumping in a steady rhythm. the wet squelching sounds filled the car. your thighs trembled around his head. he switched between soft sucks and slow, flat licks, drawing it out until you were whimpering despite yourself.
“atta girl,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. his lips were shiny. “getting so wet for me. can’t just slide my cock in without getting you ready, can i? not that you deserve it.”
“i-i..nnghh.. hate you!” you breathed, but your hips rolled toward his mouth.
“i know.” another groan slipped out as he dove back in, sucking your clit a little harder now, fingers curling deeper. he was still holding back the full aggression, making you feel every deliberate stroke.
you came with a broken moan, back arching as much as the tight space allowed. he worked you through it, tongue gentling but not stopping until you were pushing at his shoulders, oversensitive and panting.
when he finally lifted his head, his hair was wrecked, eyes wild. a streak of your arousal shone on his chin. he wiped it with the back of his hand, smirking.
“still cursing me out?” he asked, voice rough. he freed his cock from his slacks, thick and heavy, flushed dark at the tip, it rested against your thigh, leaking.
“yes,” you snapped. “fuck you tetsurou. this changes nothing.”
“that’s fine.” he spread your lips again with his fingers, staring down at your soaked, puffy entrance. “look how messy you are. dripping all over my leather seat. you really hate me, huh? pussy says otherwise.”
you reached down and grabbed his cock, squeezing it in warning. “just shut up and fuck me already if you’re going to!”
he groaned again, In that same low, reluctant sound as you stroked him. “bossy even now.”
he lined up, rubbing the head through your folds, teasing your clit with it. then he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open. the cramped backseat made it harder to move.
“fuck… you’re tight,” he muttered, burying his face in your neck. he didn’t slam in. he rocked in deep, grinding rather than pounding, letting you feel all of him.
“i still hate you,” you gasped, nails digging into his back. “you’re such a smug bastard… always have to act like you’re right…”
he rocked harder, hips rolling in controlled thrusts that hit deep. “yeah? keep talking shit while your cunt’s squeezing me like it missed me.” another groan escaped him. he tried to muffle it against your shoulder but failed.
you wrapped your legs around him as best you could in the tight space. “you think you’re so good at this? you’re not. you’re just… ah— an asshole who got lucky.”
kuroo laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into another groan as he ground against that spot inside you. “lucky? baby, you’re the one creaming all over my cock right now. look at you.” he reached between you, spreading your lips again while he was buried inside, thumb brushing your swollen clit. “so wet. pretty pathetic how bad you need this.”
“shut up— fuck you kuroo!” you moaned, hips bucking to meet his slow, deep thrusts. the car creaked with every roll of his hips. fog covered the windows completely.
he kept the pace deliberate, desperate but not frantic — grinding deep, circling his hips, making sure you felt every inch. his hand came up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
“say it again,” he taunted, eyes gleaming. “tell me how much you hate me while i’m inside you.”
“i hate you,” you hissed, clenching around him on purpose. “i hate your stupid face, your stupid voice! the way you think you can just— fuck— pull me into the backseat like this…”
he groaned loudly this time, hips stuttering for a moment. “keep going. it’s cute when you’re mad knowing I’m inside of you.”
you cursed him more—a stream of “asshole” and “i fucking hate you” mixed with moans as he rocked into you steadily. every insult made him grind harder, thumb working your clit in tight circles. sweat dripped down his temple. his hair stuck to his forehead.
well the thing is..
he refused to speed up no matter how much you squirmed and cursed beneath him, keeping those deep, rolling grinds that dragged against every sensitive inch inside you but never quite pushed you over the edge. the cramped backseat made it worse—every slow rock of his hips pressed you awkwardly against the leather, your leg hooked high over the front seat, bodies slick with sweat and stuck together in the fogged-up heat. you were getting frustrated, tears of pure irritation prickling at the corners of your eyes as the pleasure coiled tighter without snapping.
“fuck, kuroo! you’re—ahh doing this on purpose aren’t you!?” you hissed, nails digging harder into his back. “you smug piece of shit! just fuck me properly or get off me. i hate you so much right now—”
he groaned low against your throat, the sound slipping out unwillingly again as your walls clenched around him. “yeah? look at you, whining because you’re desperate.” he mocked, voice rough and smug even as his hips kept that same deliberate, grinding pace. he spread your lips again with his fingers while still buried deep, thumb brushing your swollen clit in lazy circles. “pussy’s so fucking puffy and wet, dripping everywhere, but you still can’t cum? maybe you don’t hate me enough. or maybe you just like suffering on my cock.”
“shut up—ahhh fuck you tetsurou!” you cried out, voice cracking with frustration as another slow thrust made you throb but refused to tip you over. tears slipped down your cheeks now, angry and overwhelmed. “you’re such an asshole, always having to control everything even this—”
kuroo’s smirk faltered when he caught sight of your face, the genuine little sobs mixing with your moans. his golden eyes softened just a fraction, that reluctant groan rumbling out louder this time as he pressed his forehead to yours. “shit… don’t cry pretty girl.” he muttered, almost like he hated himself for it. “can’t stand seeing you like that, even when you’re pissing me off.”
this time? he finally gave in. his grip on your hips tightened and he started thrusting faster—still deep and desperate but with more urgency now, hips snapping harder in the limited space. the car rocked noticeably with each thrust, the wet slap of skin echoing louder. he kept one hand between you, fingers spreading your lips obscenely while his thumb rubbed your clit in firm, quick circles, coaxing you right where you needed it.
“there you go,” he taunted through gritted teeth, but his voice had that wrecked edge. “cursing me out and crying on my cock? fucking pathetic. this what you wanted hm? my pretty girl needs it rougher to cum?”
“yes— fuck, yes!” you moaned, tears still falling but now from the overwhelming pleasure as it finally built sharp and fast. your walls fluttered wildly around him, squeezing tight. “i still hate you—hate how good this feels hate you—”
he groaned deep and broken, burying his face in your neck again as he fucked you harder, pace turning frantic in the cramped backseat. every thrust hit perfectly now, grinding against that spot while his thumb worked your swollen clit without mercy. the build-up finally shattered—your second orgasm crashed over you in intense waves, making you cry out loud and clamp down around his cock, thighs shaking violently.
kuroo kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release with those same desperate groans he couldn’t hold back anymore. “mmph— fuck!”
he spilled inside you moments later with a wrecked groan, hips pressing flush and grinding deep as he filled you, pulse after pulse of heat. but he didn’t pull out right away, still rocking slowly through the aftershocks, keeping you full and messy while you both panted in the tangled mess of limbs and fogged windows.
then he pulled out slowly, spreading your lips one last time with lazy fingers, watching his cum leak out of your swollen pussy. “still so messy,” he mocked softly, voice low and satisfied. “hate looks good on you.”
you shoved weakly at his chest, though there wasn’t much force behind it. “get off me tetsurou. this was a mistake.”
he didn’t move right away. instead, he leaned down pressing a kiss to your cheek before lifting his head to meet your eyes. his smirk was still there, sharp and smug. “you don’t mean that.” he murmured, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “you did so well for me, hm?”
you glared up at him, cheeks still flushed, but your usual sharp comeback didn’t come as fast this time. the pettiness in you wanted to snap back, yet the way he was looking at you made your stomach twist.
his car was a wreck, quite literally. the windows are completely fogged, clothes scattered everywhere, air thick with the smell of sex and lingering anger.
but…
neither of you moved to clean up right away. the hate was still there for sure, simmering hot under your skin. but so was the undeniable pull that neither of you could deny.
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AN;; I hope I didn’t write Tetsurou too out of character </3 NOT PROF READ SO EXPECT MISTAKES🥹
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i haven’t posted in so long and I keep telling myself that I’d write something eventually but I have no clue what to draw whatsoever.. I was thinking of Tetsurou once more but eh
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