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Hii sweetie, hope you're having a great day! Can I request some make up sex with Suna or Osamu?🤲 Thank you sm, I love your works btw<3

FUCK IT BETTER ☆ HAIKYUU

⊹₊˚. apologies after an argument aren’t usually spoken in words with miya atsumu, miya osamu, kuroo tetsurou, or suna rintarou.

warnings ★ 18+ content — mdni, f! reader, everyone is timeskip, rough sex, pussy slapping, choking, public sex, creampie, mild bondage, prone bone, edging

xoxo, juno ★ thank you so much!! i hope you’re having a great day too & i enjoyed writing this very much lol <3

— MIYA ATSUMU

“wanted ta run yer fuckin’ mouth, didn’t you?” you tearfully gasp at atsumu’s words, body jolting as his palm comes down briskly against your sobbing cunt.

“t-tsumu, i’m sorry,” you whine, mouth falling open at the second slap. your clit stings, pain and pleasure coursing through each and every one of your veins. “please, please let me cum.”

he practically barks out a laugh at your pathetic request, “ya expect me to give ya what ya want by bein’ that fuckin’ quiet?”

here you are, legs spread and aching from how long it’s been being countlessly denied your orgasm. earlier on, you and atsumu had gotten into a spat, shouting at one another over a simple misunderstanding. he’d tried to help you understand the issue before it had escalated into a shouting match, but you had been too stubborn to hear him out. now, hours later, you’re laid out on the bed, paying the price for all the shit you’d said to him.

“use your words,” atsumu bites, jeering you on with another merciless slap. when he lifts his hand, a glossy string of wetness connects your pussy to his palm. “‘m listenin’, baby. speak now or forever hold yer orgasm.”

“haa, fuck,” you curse, hips jerking lamely. “i’m sorry for earlier, i really am! b-but please, it hurts so bad.” the corners of his lips curl into a wicked smile at the way your voice desperately cracks.

“can’t hear ya,” he shrugs, ghosting his fingers over the tender skin of your inner thighs with an annoying huff. “gotta be louder for me, mhm.”

you’ve got no other choice.

“atsumu, please,” your voice is entirely choked and nothing but feeble as you beg, “i need to cum on your tongue, i-i really do..”

“that’s a good girl,” the praise rolls off his tongue and he smirks at your submission, then carefully lowers his head to your quivering cunt. you’re nothing less than soaked, ready to make a mess all over.

“just like that,” your back bows off the bed, eyes rolling back into the depths of your skull. “ah, ah shit, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

vibrations resonate through your entire core when he chuckles against you, sucking on your clit while he nudges two large fingers against your hole. “gonna open up f’me, baby?”

“always,” is your blissed out answer, hips lifting in an attempt to get some more stimulation. atsumu’s rock hard and rutting into the bed every now and then, but he ultimately decides that making you cum or not is more important.

“that’s my girl,” he coos as he stretches you out on his fingers, pushing into your g-spot and pulling whines from your lips. “this what ya wanted?”

“‘s not enough, tsumu, i need you to fuck me.”

“oh, really?” atsumu purrs, spitting right onto your clit, satisfied as he watches the glob roll down your cunt and onto his slick fingers.

“yes, really,” you cry impatiently, and he finally gives in. just the first heady drag of his tongue against your clit timed with the curl of his thick fingers ignites heat throughout your entire body. your tired legs tremble, wanting nothing more than to give out and collapse inwards — instead, you throw them over his shoulders, thighs squeezing on either side of his head.

brown eyes open and atsumu looks up at you while he lavishes your cunt with attention, cheeks pink and shiny in the low light of the bedroom.

“perfect, ‘s perfect, tsumu.”

slowly, you card your fingers through his blonde hair and nudge him closer, hips lifting and chasing his tongue.

“easy, easy,” his voice is low and smooth as he drinks you in like he hasn’t had water for days, “soon enough, ya brat.”

your heart thrums in your chest, practically bouncing around your ribcage as heat courses through your body and pools in your tummy. tears prick at the corner of your eyes and your breath comes in quick, little puffs.

“mmm, tsumu,” you whimper, thighs clenching around his head; he only speeds up his pace at your tone, knowing what’s sure to come next. “o-oh, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m so close,”

the unspoken please fills the space between each of your frantic words, and atsumu nods against you, eyes locking onto yours. he thinks you look nothing less than beautiful coming apart on his tongue and thrashing on the bed, his name falling from your lips like a sacred prayer.

“‘m cumming, ‘m cumming!” one last lick and you’re letting out a sob as you finally fall over the edge into sheer ecstasy, body completely jackknifing as you sit up and fully bend forward, leaning over him.

“tsumu, tsumu,” euphoric tears cascade down your face, gathering at your chin before they fall onto the back of his neck. he’s still licking and fingering you through it, pumping into your spasming cunt now rather than curling his fingers deep.

“ah, shit,” you gasp sharply, your high lost and replaced with the mix of pain and pleasure from overstimulation. quickly, you scoot your body back, legs falling away lamely as you pull yourself backwards

“nuh uh,” you hear, and you know he’s fully pussy drunk by the way he grips the skin of your ass so hard you can feel the crescent indents you’ll see tomorrow. atsumu looks up, face covered with slick and dripping. “‘s just the first, baby. ya thought i was done that fast?”

— MIYA OSAMU

“wait, samu, i—” your protests fall on deaf ears as osamu pushes you forward and flips up your skirt to reveal your damp panties. he slips a finger beneath them and snaps them into your pussy, pushing you down when your body jolts.

“no, ya fuckin’ started this. now yer gonna finish it, angel.”

“i didn’t mean to be to pushy, i-i really didn’t! osamu, we absolutely cannot do this here!”

you’re bent over the front counter of onigiri miya, minutes after osamu decided to close early on account of a petty spat between him and yourself. you’d been hounding him about closing early or at least leaving the place to his capable managers so you’d be able to spend more time together over the weekend, but he’d stubbornly refused. it got to the point where it would come up in conversation while you were helping around the restaurant, or when you two were home together, and it all came to a head this evening.

after the last customer walked out, osamu kindly dismissed the staff, letting them know that onigiri miya would be closing early tonight and that they could head on out. when he’d flipped the open sign to the closed side, you’d been holding all your stuff, ready to leave, but he’d kissed you hard and manhandled you behind the counter until he was pushing you over. from where you’re positioned over the center of the counter, you can see the road and passerbys across the street, even though it’s a little dark outside.

“anyone could see us! let’s just take care of this at home, i mean it.”

“stop talkin’, i mean it,” osamu grunts, yanking your panties to the side and smacking your ass so hard it stings for a while. “ya pissed me off on purpose, y’know. all that arguin’ ‘nd grabbing me whenever ya could.”

“it was supposed to be encouragement—”

“encouragement my ass!” he exclaims with a laugh, and you can hear him spit just before he pushes two slick fingers inside your tight cunt. your body subconsciously shifts, pushing back against him with the need for more. “yer just a damn brat, and i’m not letting ya get away with it this time, angel.”

you moan as he scissors his fingers in and out of you, the sound of your pussy growing louder and wetter. osamu smirks as he fingers you open; you’re so eager despite all your complaining earlier, aren’t you? clearly, he’s not the only one who’s been dreaming of fucking you in the restaurant after hours.

“hurry up ‘nd cum f’me,” he hisses, impatience driving him to move faster and harder. you only whine and bury your burning face in your arms, hands balling into fists in front of you. sweat accumulates on every inch of your skin, under clothes and across the unclothed slopes of your body. you’re not sure if it’s anxiety from the prospect of being caught, the intensity of the orgasm rising in your belly, or the thrill of it all.

“samu, feels good,” you mumble faintly into the countertop. he swoops a hand under your chin and lifts your head up.

“don’t get all shy on me now. go ahead ‘n tell me, what was that?”

“i said ‘s good, samu,” you whine, eyes fluttering shut as your cunt starts to spasm on his thick fingers.

“good girl,” he praises, using a free finger to rub at your swelling clit and chuckling at the way your body thrashes, hips banging into the counter as you start to pant. “there’s no one else in here, want ya to be loud for me. ya hear me, angel?”

“yes, yes i do, samu, just don’t stop—” each muscle in your body contracts as you cream all over his fingers with a loud moan that echoes through the dining area and bounces off each wall. osamu marvels at the ring of white at his knuckles before he tugs his fingers out of your clenching pussy and sticks them into a mouth before letting them go with a pop.

“alright, ‘s my turn now,” osamu huffs, painfully hard and throbbing. his mouth is full of your sweet aftertaste, head full of the sight of you cumming on his fingers. he won’t be able to get the picture of your arching back out of his mind for months.

“y-you’re too big, samu, i can’t take it just yet,” you cry, fingernails scraping against the countertop. he bottoms out quickly and gives a few sloppy, experimental thrusts.

“yes you can,” is his only response before he’s lifting your hips and pulling you back to meet each buck of his hips. onigiri miya fills with nothing but the sound of skin clapping against skin, along with your shared moans.

this is nothing short of intoxicating, all too rough and yet so fulfilling. osamu’s cock fits inside you perfectly, stretching you out and filling you up just enough — his heavy balls slap against your already sensitive clit. your toes uncontrollably curl in your shoes, body jolting each time his cock kisses your cervix during the occasionally extra intense thrust.

“so fuckin’ tight, shit. yer squeezing me like ya want me to cum already,” osamu comments, lips parting around a moan of your name.

“yes, please,” your back arches and you push backwards off the counter, offering him a better angle for him to fuck you at. your eyes roll all the way back into your head, and a breathy gasp leaves your lips as you feel yourself start to tense. “oh, oh my god, ‘m gonna cum again, i-i—”

his own groans cut you off as he reaches his own high, spreading your legs and rather mercilessly yanking you back onto his cock. osamu buries his cock as deep as he can and shoots ribbons of white into you, warmth filling you up while the excess spills out.

“oh, shit! get down, samu!” you say, dizzy and practically cross eyed; the sound of a knock on a window not far from where you both are wipes the bliss away immediately. you push off the counter and into him, and he falls right onto his bare ass and stifles a curse as you land on his lap. his cock is pulled from you and you’re dripping cum onto his lap behind the front counter while a customer tries to pull on the front door with a closed sign. the post nut clarity hits him and he leans in close to your ear.

“angel, that was amazin’, but the restaurant isn’t the place for this.”

“i said that earlier! this was all you!”

he remembers what you’re talking about but doesn’t want to acknowledge how wrong he was. “no, no ya didn’t. ya said it would be fine and i trusted ya.” when you try to protest, he cups a hand over your mouth and says you can’t talk about it right now because of the customer.

— KUROO TETSUROU

“just shut the fuck up, yeah? spread your damn legs.”

there’s nothing you can do but bury your face in the duvet; it’s stained from the drool dripping down your chin and the mix of mascara and tears that stain your cheeks.

“i said, spread em. did i fuck you dumb or something, doll? doesn’t seem like you understand what i’m saying, huh?”

“tetsu,” you whine, his name drawn out as it leaves your bitten lips. “‘s too much, i can’t take it anymore, tetsu!”

tetsurou yanks on his tie, pulling your bound hands back towards him and your head up. “aw, that’s too bad,” he grunts mockingly, “i don’t care. you can, and you will.”

he punctuates each word with a harsh thrust, your asscheeks rhythmically clapping against his thighs and slightly echoing around the room. tetsurou savors the weak moans that leave your lips and the pathetic little cries you can’t seem to stop letting out. you’d decided to prank him on the wrong day; he’d had a terrible day at work and was on thin ice, and when you’d been snarky with him as a prank, he’d snapped back.

instead of taking a moment to pause and assess the situation, then apologize, your tempers had both flared, leading to a nasty argument. tetsurou had repeatedly warned you that he’d needed some time to himself to shower and relax before getting into bed, but you’d been all too insistent in pissing him off. challenging his every word with sultry innuendos and bratty confidence had him throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before dumping you onto the bed in a heap.

“i already came, tetsu, ‘m too sensitive,” you push, tits bouncing as he only yanks your hands back harder. some of the fabric audibly tears and he curses under his breath, changing up his once methodical pace.

the thick tip of his cock punches into your g-spot again and again, only going deeper and harder with each stroke. your cunt spasms and you moan lowly as you cum on his cock for the nth time; you’ve entirely lost count and tetsurou certainly doesn’t care to help you keep track.

“shittt, that’s it,” he praises, closing his eyes as a few beads of sweat roll down his temple from exertion. “i want you to cum over ‘n over, until you can’t fucking move.”

his balls clench and he gulps as he holds back another pesky orgasm, tensing his cock until the feeling finally goes away. it’s physically hard to keep it going, with the way your sticky walls are quite literally milking him and begging for his load.

“tetsu,” you whisper, voice small. it’s not like he’s discreet — you can feel him holding back inside you, prolonging this round because he’s gonna end up falling asleep afterwards. “cum in me, i need it bad.”

“what’d i say about asking the right way?” tetsurou groans, smacking your ass hard and startling you. it’s a mistake, because you clench hard on his cock and suck him deeper; you’re so hot and tight and he’s so fucking close to giving in.

even though you’re entirely fucked out and exhausted, soreness setting into every muscle, you’re still devious and absolutely determined to make him break.

“tetsu,” you whine, biting your lip as you push back against him, “want you to fucking ruin me, cum inside me ‘n fuck it deep, please,”

“s-sluts don’t get to make requests,” he chokes out, feeling a strong orgasm hurtling towards him. it’ll be more than difficult to hold this one back and he knows it. you do, too. the telltale twitch of his cock in your pussy means you’ve won this.

“c’mon, stuff it full,” is your next request, paired with the spreading of your legs and an insistent push back into his cock.

“you don’t deserve it,” he bites into his lower lip, resolve slipping away as he folds like paper. “ughhh, fuck, we’re not done yet— shit, ‘m cumming..”

and with that, plus a choked moan, he finally lets go, cock spurting white deep into your awaiting cunt. tetsurou’s way too tired to fuck it in until the cum’s pouring out, and lets go of the tie, falling on top of you with a gasp.

“shit, baby,” he bites into your shoulder, still not over the argument from earlier. “can’t move.”

“how do you think i feel? you’re crushing me!”

“it’s okay,” he hushes you, planting a sloppy kiss to the side of your face. “we can help each other over to the shower in a little while..”

— SUNA RINTAROU

“you’re mine and i’m yours. don’t forget that again, pretty baby.” rintarou’s hand smooths over the tender skin of your throat just before he lightly grabs it, pushing you back against him.

“did you hear me?” his fingers squeeze at the sides of your throat and a gasp slips past your lips as you desperately nod your head, straining to speak.

“y-yeah rin, yes i did.”

“‘s just what i wanted to hear,” he rasps lowly, hips slamming into your ass and filling the room with the sound of an applause.

outside of the bedroom you both snuck off to, the party rages on, people whooping and shouting to the dance music. your cheeks are just as hot as his, your head spinning from the effects of drinking until you became quite tipsy.

rintarou had been sitting on a couch, tossing back shot after shot to show off to his friends and a few others how high his tolerance was. you’d watched wordlessly as a few girls flirted with him, trying to feel him up and coming back every time he pushed them away. he’d just shoved a girl off his lap and onto the floor when he turned to see you disappearing into the crowd.

rintarou found you with a full cup of vodka at the liquor table, and when he’d tried to pull you away to let you know his concern, you’d shouted in his face and doubted his loyalty, questioned your importance to him. he’d been quick to take you away and lead you to an empty room upstairs; in his haste to prep you and push inside, he’d left the door wide open.

“my baby can be a bit dumb sometimes, no?” he coos into your ear, hand falling from your throat as he gets you in a loose headlock. his forearm flexes against you, strong and muscular from all his working out.

“if you were me you would’ve felt the same exact way—” you utter, still frustrated, and he shushes you.

“gotta be a littleee stupid to think you don’t matter to me, pretty,” rintarou huffs, brows furrowing as beads of sweat race down his forehead and gather around his nose.

your chest heaves, tits bouncing in your clothes, shirt hanging off your shoulder. you’d both been focused on only getting the lower halves of your body stripped naked. rintarou’s hair brushes against the side of your face as he tucks his face into your shoulder and rocks his hips harder. he feels it now, the liquor — he definitely doesn’t have a high tolerance, it’s just slow to kick in.

“all mine,” he chokes out into your skin, taking in your smell and the taste of salt from the exertion of the night. “mine, mine, mine,” he grunts repeatedly, pulling back and cumming shallowly inside you.

“rin, ‘m so close,” your voice is whiny as he pushes through the euphoria and slides his cock out of you, then yanks your panties up. “why—why’d you stop?” you sound close to tears.

“oh, baby,” rintarou sighs, the flush high on his cheeks. “for now, i want you to keep it inside, soak in it a little. when we get home, you’re really gonna be in for it.”

warmth spills from you and into your panties, spreading all over your pussy as you move to find your lost clothes with a gasp.

“that’s not fair, i—”

“don’t care,” he shrugs dismissively, tossing you your shorts. “if you wanna be a brat like earlier you’ll have to get yourself off. got that, pretty?”