Osamuuuuuu x time to love 🍑 Samu seducing Atsumu's wife because he cannot get her pregnant ☺️ he said he can make you feel better and get you babies.
cw: fem!reader, cheating, marriage, mentions of pregnancy/childbirth and infertility, breeding, unprotected sex, mentions of alcoholism, dubcon, minors dni
in the end, you knew this was a good thing. you could feel your husband’s heart shatter every time you told him you weren’t pregnant. there was nothing atsumu wanted more than to be a dad but no matter how many times you tried, it never took.
you used to wonder if you were the problem—maybe you just couldn’t get pregnant? but all your doctors and specialists said that you had no fertility issues. could it be atsumu? but he’d never admit that something could be wrong with him.
“we just have to keep tryin’,” he’d say, asking the doctors to pump you with more hormones until you felt like his personal breeding cow. but every time, you’d be met with another negative test and atsumu would continue to spiral. it began to put a strain on your marriage. he’d start arguing with you, slamming doors, and drinking his frustrations away.
all he wanted was a baby and you just wanted to give him one.
“yeah, i’ll give ya want ya want,” he panted in your ear, folding your body in a mating press to piston into you deeper and deeper. “gotta be good fer me, yah?” his unfamiliar hands paw at your body, nails digging into the skin. you were desperate for anything. the ends would justify the means when you could finally have your husband back to the way he used to be.
and nobody would have to know, right? besides, they’re identical twins.
osamu’s cock isn’t attuned to your cunt like his brother’s is—it doesn’t feel the same at all. it feels wrong and animalistic. “but ya want a baby, right?” he breathes, hips snapping to split you open.
your brother-in-law had poisoned your mind with his constant flirting. if his brother couldn’t do the job, he had no problem lending a helping hand instead. at first, you screamed at him for even joking like that but you couldn’t bear to see another minus sign taunting you once again or wake up to the sound of atsumu throwing up because he went on another drinking binge.
it felt dirty letting osamu have you like this, knowing that he’s fantasized about this ever since you started dating his twin. but even osamu could keep a secret like this, he gets to live with the satisfaction that there was something he was better at than his golden-child sibling.
“i’ll give ya a fuckin brat—fuck...give ya as many as ya want,” osamu’s mouth latches on your breast, his movements picking up as he gets lost in the sinful act. you don’t want to admit how amazing it is either. you love your husband more than anything but his constant drinking has put a damper on your sex life.
could you even call it a sex life anymore? what used to be passionate became clinical and routine—atsumu kept a calendar of when you were ovulating. “it’s gonna take this time,” he kept saying, living in his own denial.
you felt disgusted knowing that you had just slept with your husband only just a few hours ago—he pathetically came in you hoping for that miracle baby but you knew it would only end in disappointment. but it had to be done for your deception to be believable.
“yer gonna look so pretty, so round, so full of me,” osamu growls when you tighten around him, his ego bursting with pride as he gives you the first orgasm you’ve had in months. “oh fuck, i’m gonna cum. gonna fill ya like the breeding whore ya are fuck!” your husband’s brother shoots his load deep within your womb, grunting how he’s gonna fuck you as many times as he needs to.
and the sick part is that you want him to.
atsumu cries when you tell him. he’s on his knees clutching your waist, asking if it’s true. did it really happen? but you show him the stick in your hands once more and the little plus sign that both of you have been hoping and praying for is still there.
“i knew it would happen,” he looks up to kiss your still-flat stomach, sobbing into your tummy. and you’re crying too, because this is what he’s always wanted. and also because you’ll know that his brother will have a smug look on his face when he hears the news.
and when osamu meets your precious daughter nearly a year later, looking like the perfect mixture of you and her father, he asks his brother if he wants to have more. “maybe in a few years,” your husband says, cooing over his pride and joy sleeping soundly in his arms. “but it would be nice if atsuna had a sibling.”
osamu could probably tell that your blood runs cold when he stares over at you. that wry look on his face as he strokes his niece’s cheek. “might be somethin to consider,”
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Brat Tamer and impact play,blind folding with Osamu cuz of Atsumu or Suna flirting with his s/o and s/o plays along with the flirting if ur comfortable💫🥀
Oh I am so very comfortable, thank you very much.
You gasped as the fabric tightened around your eyes, the strength of Osamu's tug making you stumble backwards into his broad chest. Your hands flew to his hips for balance, and the slightly-aroused, slightly-bratty part of you smirked, allowing your fingertips to trace up the sides of his body until they found his shirt.
"Ah, ah, ah," Osamu tsked, swatting your fingers away before they could make their way under his shirt. "You wanted to mess around with my brother tonight, so you don't get to touch what you clearly don’t remember you have.” You gritted your teeth together just as his fingers freed you of your last article of clothing, leaving you exposed in nothing but your undergarments, but blind to the world from the fabric across your eyes. To emphasize his point, a strong smack to your ass sent you stumbling toward the bed.
You had been asking for this, if you thought about it.
Osamu had looked just as bored as you felt at his five-year reunion. You knew both of you would have rather been at home in your pajamas than making polite small talk with Kita and Aran. They’re a lovely couple but dear God the wine was making you tired. Fortunately for you, a certain blonde-haired bastard was around to stir up trouble and spice up your evening.
While Osamu and Kita struck up a fairly engaged conversation about rice grains, a pointed “psst” had fallen on your ears from behind you. You had hardly been surprised to turn and find one Miya Atsumu posted up against the bar. Slightly irritated your boyfriend hadn’t excused the two of you from the whole affair yet, you decided to play along.
You had slipped away from the group and slunk over to Atsumu, gladly accepting the second glass of wine he had outstretched to you. Ever the charmer, he looked just as dashing as his brother in a well-tailored button-down and slacks that did wonders for his pro-athlete form. Your conversation had started out innocent enough, catching up about training season for him and recent developments in your job. But soon he was reminiscing on the old days, and the embarrassing pranks he had pulled on his brother in high school. By the time you had finished your glass of wine, you were laughing loudly at his jokes and brushing his arm as he grinned wolfishly at you.
Every so often, you had caught Osamu’s eye over your drink, a dark, familiar look growing in them. Emboldened by his stern glare, you would give him a once-over each time his eyes found yours. Good, you thought to yourself. Take me home.
And before long he had done just that, marching over to you two and spitting a goodbye to Atsumu, who he visited every other weekend anyway, and pulling you back to the car.
Now he had you splayed out over your shared bed, face in the mattress and ass in the air as he maneuvered your hips over his hardening, still-clothed crotch, teasing you.
“Whose cock fills you up baby?” came his strong, serene voice. You wiggled your ass against said cock but otherwise ignored him. Your disobedience earned you a hard smack on your right ass cheek.
“Yours,” you choked out with a cry, trembling as Osamu soothed the reddening flesh with his fingertips. You felt a single fingertip run down your spine as you heard the rip of a zipper from behind you, every sensation heightened by the loss of your vision.
“Mmmm,” Osamu cooed, before sharply slapping your wet heat with his thick cock. “I’m not sure I heard you baby,” he said gently, delivering another hard smack to your opposite cheek, making you shout, followed by a prolonged moan.
“Yours!” you cried out, desperate for him to split you open. “Yours, yours, yours, yours,” you babbled, willing to do anything. His deep sigh filled the room again as he lined his tip up with your entrance.
“Say my name, baby,” he patiently instructed. Panting, you did your best to form your lips around the name so precious to you.
“O-O-Osam-Osam-m-mu,” you slurred.
“Drunk on my cock already and I haven’t even filled you up?” he teased, wiggling his tip around your entrance without fully entering you, making you want to scream.
“Yes, please - please, I need -”
“Oh,” he grunted, plunging just the tip into your waiting hole, the pain searing through with pleasure. “You didn’t seem to need me tonight when you were draped all over my brother,” he said, voice maintaining a remarkable amount of composure considering how badly he wanted to fuck you hard and deep. Another firm smack made your ass jiggle and your body tremble.
“NO -” you nearly screamed. “Please, Osamu, I’m all yours, please please please please please -”
Before he could restrain it, a guttural moan ripped through his chest at hearing you beg, the sound making you even more desperate at knowing he was at his limit too.
“Now that’s more like it,” he nearly gasped, before plunging his cock all the way inside you, giving you exactly what you deserved.
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a/n: okay so like i’m on ANOTHER waitlist for a counselor now but this waitlist is a lot shorter than the other one of 10 months
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INARIZAKI BOYS | YAKUZA AU
Choose your path, choose your faith. Are you willing to diving deep in to the underworld, for him?
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10/05 🦊🦊 Happy birthday Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu ☆.。.:*・
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Jax my sweetie! Haven’t you heard? It’s sundress and no panties season!! Who do you think would feel their s/o’s up while they’re out having a cute picnic in the park?
ohh,, the list for this is long...
› bokuto, meian, atsumu, oikawa, hinata-
unashamedly wanders his heavy hand down to your ass- fingers playing with the cute little sundress you're wearing, smiles at you when you squeak and try to pry his thick hands from your form. you don't want to flash the people walking behind the two of you, but wearing a pretty little number like that, for him- has him insatiable. doesn't take long for him to take you further away from wandering eyes and fucking you against a tree, one hand holding onto your face so you don't go bumping it against the tree and the other laying against the curve of your spine, sundress bunched up and used as leverage to bring you back onto his thick cock over and over, watching your pretty, shaking hands press helplessly on the tree to get more, more, more. knees knocking against one another while you’re nearly suspended with each thrust- so pretty and desperate, all spurred on by the sight of you in a simple little dress.
› aone, aran, suna, osamu, kageyama-
can't really articulate what it does to him seeing you in something so pretty, fitting for the hot temperatures while you're sitting outside- happily sipping on cold drinks in the shade. he doesn’t even know you’ve opted for no panties, not until you uncross your legs and reach over for more food- and he slowly feels his world tilt on its axis. it takes no time for him to reach over the food, knocking things out of the way in order to land his hands on you- tugging your body closer, fingers digging into the softness of your body, letting himself tug and pinch and grab at the dress you’ve adorned yourself in. asking you with little humor, ‘what were you thinking, hm?’ before flipping your body over and sliding a thick and heavy cock into your cunt- the same one he caught glimpses of mere seconds ago- puts your body into a pretty little arch, both hands on your ass, grabbing and pushing you down at the same time so he can see his monstrous cock slide in and out of you. mewls and cries coming from your muffled mouth already drooling onto the picnic blanket only spurring him on.
› iwaizumi, ushijima, gao, kyoutani-
doesn't even let you walk out the door- fucks you on the floor of your living room. lets swung up over his shoulders so he can see your body jiggle underneath the dress slowly hitching up your tummy with the way he’s fucked you into a mating press, dead set on cumming inside your tight little cunt so he can see every load run down your legs when he finally does let you walk out of the house. he’s not even undressed, cock tugged out of the waistband of his pants- letting you cream and make a mess of his own clothes with every thrust that meets your wet cunt, chuckling once he’s finally spent after furiously fucking you down onto the floor- small little apologies for ‘acting like an animal’ that are just empty words and its not like you mind- too fucked out and shaking to care.
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hq boys who'd whisper in your ear "the only thing you turning your back to me is doing is reminding me of the way you look when i take you from behind, baby" when you're mad and try to ignore them:
osamu + iwaizumi + suna + tsukishima + terushima + tendou + kyoutani
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THE LOVE CLUB KINKTOBER 2021
contents: f!reader, orgasm denial, exhibitionism, public masturbation
((this is day 8 of the love club's kinktober 2021 collab! please check out all of the other amazing pieces by my friends on the server <3))
it was simple.
a quick promise in the heat of the moment. in exchange for what you so badly wanted. needed from osamu.
a night in with your boyfriend playing some video games on the couch devolved into playful banter, banter to teasing, teasing to being a bit of a brat, and soon enough you were left face first, ass up with your panties around you ankles, begging on your bed for him to pleaaaaase just fuck you.
as he landed another smack to your bare ass, he gave a simple proposal; a promise to not touch yourself for a week, and he’d dick you down all night till you couldn’t walk.
and you couldn’t walk that next day. but you were still left with that promise. simple enough though, you thought, it’s just a week.
it was supposed to be simple, at least.
the first few days had already proved somewhat challenging. it was easy to become used to falling into osamu’s sturdy arms after a long day of work together at his onigiri shop, letting him melt away whatever stress the day brought through roaming lips and a steady, lung-empty pace set by his hips.
but osamu provided none of that now. he wasn’t joking when he put you up to this. whether it was to punish you, to see if you even could, or just to see you squirm, he kept his normally wandering hands to himself.
but the lack of sexual touches didn’t mean osamu let up on his normal affection. he was a good boyfriend and wanted to shower you in love. but somehow the large hand at your hip or the small, chaste kisses he gave you in passing left you burning for him.
it really didn’t help that you worked together, not even free to daydream at your job in between taking customers orders without osamu’s impressive frame catching in the corner of your eye.
worst was watching him lift those heavy bags of rice. left your mind to wonder if he could lift you just as easily. could he carry you like that all the way to the bedroom? throw you onto a soft bed and have you whatever way he wanted as easy as he unloaded those hefty bags into the storeroom?
maybe this little challenge would be a lot easier if you weren’t such a pervert. even the little inane things he did caused you to clench your thighs together as desire welled deep in you.
he was just too handsome, too hot, too sturdy, too reliable. how he charmed all his customers with talk of his love of food, flashing a rare, shy smile when he did. how he looked in those sweats with that apron draped around his hips. how he wiped the sweat off his brow from the hard work of the day, remembering how the same tired but satisfied look also graced his features when he had just finished cumming deep in you for at least the third time that night, so proud as his fingers coaxed yet another shaking orgasm from you.
so now you were sitting in the only restroom of the small joint, skirt flipped up and hastily pumping your fingers into your own wet cunt, trying to suppress the small whines tumbling from your lips with the other hand.
you knew how pitiful this was. the shame of knowing how much of a pervert you were, of not being able to last more than only five days without pleasing yourself burned almost as much as lust deep in your stomach.
but here you were, stuffing your cunt full, hiding your moans with only a thin door separating you and your coworkers.
you needed to keep quiet. he wasn’t just the boyfriend who you made this illicit deal with, but your boss who definitely wouldn’t tolerate this in the-
the door opened suddenly. osamu obliviously stepped in, innocently wondering if his poor girlfriend was okay after locking herself in the bathroom for so long.
he quickly realized she was not okay.
he glared down at your panting form, eyes clearly scanning your messed body.
he stayed silent for what felt like an eternity, just staring at his cute little waitress with her panties pushed to the side and fingers all messy.
it’s not loud, it’s not angry, not even surprised in tone.
just a small, little,
if you weren’t so mortified to be caught masturbating in the bathroom by your boss, you probably would have been a little more unnerved by how unaffected he had seemed. the only thing that betrayed his calm demeanor was how his grey eyes widened at the sight of you splayed out in front of him, piercing in their intensity.
you couldn’t stand this silence. especially after being caught caving in to your lewd tendencies so quickly.
“‘samu…” it was barely a whisper, nothing more able to pass through quivering lips, looking up at him with embarrassment burning pink across your cheeks.
his eyes narrowed, seemingly deciding what to do with his baby who had broken her promise. he shut the door behind him, large hand still lingering on the knob.
“couldn’t seem to keep our promise, could we?”
he locked the door.
“i-i’m sorry, ‘samu” you babbled out, attempting to pull your thighs tight together to keep your shamefully dripping pussy out of his view. “know i shouldn’t be-”
“you’ll be good for me, right?” he leaned forward and pressed your thighs open again, breath uneven, closing the inches between both of you in the cramped bathroom. a quick hand did away with the skirt covering the minuscule inches hiding that messy cunt from him.
“knew you’d be so desperate.”
his thick fingers didn’t peel those suffocating panties from your thighs, only pushed them to the side, uncaring of the mess he was about to make.
“knew it’d be too much for my pretty girl’s little cunt. aches a bunch, don’t it? just want something to fill you up so nice.” he coos with a push of his fingers, sinking even deeper into what is his.
your moan rips through his hushed words. his fingers are so much bigger, so warm as he starts to move them.
his pace wasn’t sweet and slow like normal— you had already prepped him to pump his fingers sharp and deep into you, dulling that ache that your own fingers couldn’t satisfy.
he was so close. barely inches separated the two of you, osamu reveling in every small reaction the intimate position allowed him to see.
“y’know” he starts, not sure if any of his words are making it through that fuzzy haze taking over your head, “if you hadn’t been such a total brat before, you wouldn’t have had to wait so long baby. but this cute little cunt couldn’t wait for my cock to stuff it so full, huh?”
he fucked you with one hand, thumb reaching up to stroke that sensitive clit. noticing how your gasps had turned to messy moans, his other hand made its way to your mouth, shoving a few fingers in to silence your building whines.
“want me to put it in? wanna feel me stretch out that pussy?”
your eyes flickered down to his hips. a noticeable tent was growing in those sweats you had ogled him in the last few days, sitting so pretty and fat between his kneeling legs.
“want me to fuck you? fill you up so nice? couldn't even keep your hands off yourself for a few days imagining me breaking you on my cock.”
god, did you want it inside you— wanted to feel it wreck your pussy. you had waited so impatiently to feel him like this again, so close and pleasing you like he always did. his hands kept up their bruising pace, the slick wetness of your cunt aiding his goal in making your legs tremble from all the stimulation.
the release you had to temper down the last few days came back with full force. that tightness in your stomach began to unravel, your whole body shaking as osamu’s fingers fucked you closer to the edge.
“my baby wanna cum?”
you didn’t say yes, you couldn’t. your head was too fuzzy and far gone. but the broken sobs and the absent minded nodding confirmed what your pitifully bucking hips were inching closer and closer towards. all you could think of was him, his hands, his fingers pumping so harshly into you and drawing tight circles around your clit. all you could think of was how you wanted, needed, were about to cum so fucking hard.
in an instant, his hands were off, removed as quickly as the onset of this heat had drawn them to you.
you couldn’t process it, cunt almost painfully twitching around nothing as you began a mantra of denial.
“no no no no no-“ trembling fingers snap to your puffy clit to try to rub yourself to a missed completion. large, calloused hands catch yours.
“stay still and be a good girl, hm?” his voice had a sickeningly sweet tone, betrayed by the sadistic smile on his face. he’s enjoying this.
osamu does away with your panties, pulling them down your thighs before taking hold of your legs behind the knees. he presses them up and folds them over into your rapidly rising and falling chest, exposing that cute little pussy he loves. his pussy.
His strong shoulders sink farther down your frame, bringing himself level with your messy sex, admiring how needy and fucked up you are after having no release from being so pent up, arousal running slick down your thighs.
“promise to be good?”
his tongue lazily lapped at the dripping folds, nose sometimes brushing that puffy clit, the tiny amount of stimulation making you gasp, making it throb that much more.
“yes! promise! fuck-please!”
you needed his tongue, needed his touch, that release more than the air puffing in and out your lungs.
osamu smiled, the desperate promises so pleasing to his ears. he leaned in, a hot breath passing over the overly-sensitive area. you could barely breathe, writhing in anticipation as he opened his mouth, teasing in the languid pace his tongue met your heat. he licked a fat stripe up your twitching cunt, finally enough stimulation to make you let out a sobbing moan.
then he brought a hand down sharply, smacking your pussy before gathering the saliva in his mouth, spreading you open wide and spitting into the dripping mess.
he pulled at your panties, dragging them from your thighs back up around your hips, humming in satisfaction as he rubbed your needy cunt through the dampening fabric.
he stood, a sadistic smile playing at his lips. he turned and opened the door, allowing himself one look back over your tense, needy form before he left.
“now get back to work.”
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watch your mouth
includes. osamu miya x f!reader
cw. corruption kink, virgin reader/first time, osamu wants to breed u <33, dubcon, kitchen sex? [it’s in his shop so?], fingering, pierced dick [prince albert piercing], vaginal penetration, size kink, praise kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, slight dumbification, creampie, thigh slapping?
a/n. my piece for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab, thank you for letting me join!!
osamu miya likes to think he follows a strict routine. he wakes up early, shows up for his job, works, and goes home, waiting for tomorrow to arrive and the cycle to repeat itself.
but ever since you've entered his restaurant, you've become a part of his routine.
he sits behind the kitchen counter, watching in admiration how you tend to the customers. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't staring at your ass, but it’s not a lie if he doesn't say it right?
"samu?" there's that nickname again, the one you deemed him ever since that interview for the part time job. "this customer says you forgot to give her a part of her order"
"no i didn't"
"yeah, look" you approach him with the receipt in hand, pointing to a small part of the inked writing. "see?"
he can't see. or at least he can't see the receipt. he's too focused on you, pressing up against him. he knows you're not at fault, but you couldn't be that innocent.
you couldn't be innocent enough to not know the things you were doing to him, the things you were making him feel, the urges that blossomed with every lingering look and longing touch you left on his body. you just couldn't be.
yet, even when his idiotic brother dropped by his shop and shamelessly started flirting with you, you, it seemed like you didn't catch onto what he was doing.
"what's the freakiest place you've ever had sex in?" the fake blond asked, and osamu would've stopped him, if he wasn't curious to hear the answer for himself. still, he doesn't drive his full attention away from the counters he's been wiping, seemingly focused on the simple task.
you chuckled awkwardly under your breath. "that's inappropriate, tsu-"
"c'mon, tell me" he bumps his elbow against yours "can't be that bad"
"no i-... i've never uhm..." osamu can tell you're stumbling and stuttering to find an answer, so he lends you a few helping words.
"'tsumu” he calls "will ya stop harrassin' my employees?"
"'m just talkin' to her samu, no need to make a big fuss" he downs the last of his food and leaves, supposedly in a sudden rush.
it doesn't seem like it’s been hours since then, but the moon hangs low, and the crickets sing outside the window in spite of the late hour. despite the passing of time, not a single word has been said between you and your boss about the conversation you had with his brother, and every minute that passes only seems to thicken the tension between the two of you.
"shit" you mumble, mostly to yourself. you didn’t expect him to shoot up from his place, bent down searching through the lower cabinets.
"watch yer mouth" he says, an evident frown on his face, where he would once smile at you and nod in greeting.
"sorry" you reply, lip pouting slightly while you cleaned off your finger with a paper towel "just got a papercut" the blood tints the paper red and you wince at the stinging sensation.
"here" he holds out his hand to examine yours, even though you already cleaned most of it off, there's still a slight trickle of blood. he wipes it out with the towel he always hangs on his shoulder.
as he cleans your hand, he can't help but think about how it'd look so pretty wrapped around his cock. it would certainly bring more relief than his fist after all this time he's spent thinking about you while stroking himself late at night.
it’s not the first time thoughts like these cloud osamu's mind, but this time he's a little less discreet about it. he stares at your hand like he wants to devour it, and you'd be a fool not to notice it.
"samu?" you call out to his faraway mind, and he snaps out of his thoughs, loosening his grip around your hand.
"right" he mumbles, clearing his throat "sorry"
"thank you" you almost whisper, if he wasn't so close to you, he probably wouldn't have heard it.
he turns and goes back to the cabinets, thinking about what you answered earlier. you'd never what? had sex? were you that uncorrupted?
it would make sense to him, and it would help ease the pain of seeing you let his brother flirt with you like he wasn't even there, but those are all selfish reasons he wants to believe, and he's too scared to ask.
apparently not scared enough.
“what were ya talkin’ about with my brother” he asks, nonchalant as ever, making your breath hitch as you turned around hesitantly.
“we were just chatting” you say, the slightest purse on your lips that tried to relieve the nervousness of the conversation.
“sorry about that” he apologizes. “he can be annoyin’ sometimes”
“oh no, he wasn’t” you lie, clenching around the table cloth you held in your hands. even if the talk had been going smoothly, you still felt on edge after the question his brother left you thinking about. “he was really friendly”
“really?” his hands find comfort in his pockets, and if you’d looked close enough, you would’ve seen the slight smirk in his lip, one that indicates how eager he is to hear what you had to say. “then why didn’ you answer his question?”
if only you knew how much it mattered to him, to know if you were a pretty untouched virgin or not. osamu miya likes to go for girls like you, college girls who look for a quick cashgrab as a part time employee, innocent little girls who unknowingly fall for his charms and next thing you know he’s ruining them with his cock.
but you feel different, you feel delicate. like a pretty piece of porcelain he might break if he continues to toy with you under his calloused hands. yet, he can’t help but think about how perfect he finds your body. perfectly ripe and ready to be filled to the brim with his seed, the perfect age to be plump and round with a child. his child.
“does it matter?”
oh, it does, especially when he pins you against the counter and grips your cheeks between his thumb and his index finger. “samu?” you ask, displaying that innocent look on your face he’d grown to hate.
“i told ya to watch yer mouth” his hands roam down your body until they grab at the back of your thighs. “now jump”
“samu i- i’ve never done anything like-“
“i said jump” hesitant with your actions, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he settles you on the shop counter, where he takes off your pants and runs a finger over your clothes slit.
“please” you grip his wrist and beg in hopes for him to stop, but he slaps it away, pinning them behind you with his other hand. he slides your panties down your legs and plays with your clit, circling the nub with his fingertips and watching as your expression changes from one of fear to pleasure.
“please what?” his breath shudders against your neck, where he nuzzles his head and finds comfort in your scent. he slowly inserts a finger into your hole, scanning your face and searching for any signs of discomfort, despite him practically forcing you into this position.
you’re not strong enough to answer him, too lost in the way his fingers feel inside you. you’d been too afraid to do anything by yourself, but god did it feel so good when you gave yourself up to him, slightly bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers and arching your back into his frame.
he’s fond of every little expression you make, the bite of your lips, the clench of your thighs around his hand, and the tilt of your head, willingly granting him access to the skin, all for him to mark, bite and suck. all for him to claim as his.
“d’ya like it?” he asks, putting another one of his fingers to use inside your tight walls, feeling them clench and suck his fingers back inside every time he was close to taking them out.
“yes! yes! i-i... mmh!” you can’t even finish the sentence, not only because you’re sobbing and clenching around his digits uncontrollably at the foreign yet pleasurable sensation, but also because his lips suddenly enclosed yours in a hungry kiss.
he didn’t even have to put up a fight with you, pleased to find you let him do whatever he wanted with your mouth. his tongue tangles with yours in a passionate clash of lips, until he pulls away at the feeling of your hips wildly bucking against his hand, a sign of your inevitable orgasm approaching.
“feels weird ‘samu! ‘s-‘samu please!” the implication of your sensations being new to you made his cock strained against his pants, threatening the thick fabric of his jeans to snap if he grew even harder. the tight knot in your stomach finally snaps when he curls his fingers, sending you into ecstasy as your vision blocked out and you moaned uncontrollably loud.
still, after everything, osamu hasn’t forgotten where he is, and he knows his shop isn’t a decent place to lose your virginity. so he puts you down with shaky legs and slips up your panties, catching you before your trembling thighs can treason you and make you fall.
“do ya have a car here?” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter and puts a hand on your hip, guiding you over to the door which he locks before he continues to walk to his car. the dim lighting of the parking made this the perfect spot, if he were to fuck you in his car, no one would see it. but he has self control, or at least he tells himself that.
“no, my friend usually picks me up” he hums an answer and opens the passenger door to his car.
“i live a few minutes from here” he explains “wanna come over?” he asks, fully aware that he’s taking a leap of faith and you could just refuse him. but that’s not the case, and he’s more than happy to see you hesitantly get in his car and put your bag in your lap, covering yourself as much as you can since he ‘forgot’ to give you back your shorts.
the short ride to his house is awkwardly silent, and terribly torturous. his hand had found home in your thigh, and it had only sent an ache between your legs like you’d never felt before, prompting a clench from your thighs every so often.
he wasn’t lying, he only lived ten minutes away from his shop, but the distance seemed so much longer when his lingering touch would leave you high with the need for more.
“you ready?” he asks, holding the door open for you again as he waits for you to take his hand and get out of his car. he’s quick with hoisting you up and wrapping your thighs against his hips, carrying you to his doorway and leading the way to his room. there, he gently placed you on the bed and stripped off his clothing, taking off the apron he should’ve taken off at the shop, his shirt, his pants and—
“eager?” he can see the wanting look in your eyes, he’d be a fool not to notice it. his voice only startles you out of your thoughts, enough to make you stand up and take off your shirt as well, now fully exposed to him if it weren’t for the bra covering up your tits. there’s only so much he can hold back, but right now, with those pretty puppy eyes you unintentionally give him, he just can’t help it when he takes off your bra and slightly suckles at your nipple, circling his tongue around your perky nub and watching your face warm up in embarrassment.
he takes you to his bed again, this time while he plants kisses all over your neck. he’s hungry with the way he nips and bites at the skin, leaving a trail of teeth marks that would need to be covered up in the morning. in the morning, because right now, you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else other than the way he rutted against you.
his cock already seemed big when he hadn’t taken off his briefs, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he slipped them off and rubbed his tip against your clit, right?
he was huge, thick tip dripping precum, with a girth that looked too big to be real, pulsing against your pussy. he positions it against your drooling hole, using your slick to lube up his tip and feeling— metal?
you sit up, leaning against your elbows to see the prince albert piercing that runs along his tip, metal jewelry threatening to slip into your pussy, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.
“i-it won’t fit!” you kick and shake your thighs around him, only for him to put your ankles together and fold your legs over his shoulder, pinning you down and slipping in the pierced head of his cock. you wince and gasp at the sudden stretch, silenced by his mouth clashing against yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip, desperate to drink in all your saccharine moans.
“good girl” he praises, slipping in inch by inch of his cock into your tight virgin walls “fuck- this tight little cunt is suckin’ me in, want ma cock princess? yeah? gonna stuff ya full of me ‘til ya can’t even speak, you’ll just be a dumb baby for me”
“hurts!” your words only drive him closer to shoving himself in one smooth thrust, but he holds back, he sees how much you struggle to take barely half of him, he wants to make this good for you to. he wants to make your first time your best time, the one you’ll remember and think about if you ever fuck another man. he wants to mold your insides to fit his cock perfectly, he wants to train you to be his perfect little girl who won’t find another way to get off if she doesn’t have his cock, he wants you to depend on him to always make you feel good.
“‘s ok princess” he leans down, folding you into a mating press as he kisses your neck and slips in the last of his cock, covered in a thin layer of white sheen. “my good girl, creamin’ around me” he mumbles against your ear while he starts a slow pace into your pussy, carefully rutting his hips into you, almost afraid he would break you. “so pretty”
“please!” you sob, tears stream down your face despite his carefulness, it would break his heart, but he can feel the way your own body betrays you, clenching around him and pulling him in for more of the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls. “so big! c-can’t take it!”
“sure ya can, look” he puts a hand to your tummy, guiding you to do the same as he puts his hand over yours. there’s a small bulge, that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts in and out. “you’re takin’ it so well princess, keep yer hand right there” his other hand starts working tight circles against your clit, making you throw back your head at the sudden sensation.
“no! if you do that i-!”
“what are ya gonna do? cum? clench around my cock like yer doin’ right now every time i praise ya?” you fist the sheets to your sides, anything to relieve the aching between your legs and the tight knot that keeps forming in your stomach again.
“please don’t!” you desperately paw at his wrist, only to be slapped away and for him to increase the speed of his cock, rutting into your with more force. suddenly, the head of his piercing hits a different spot, one that left you gasping for air and arching your back against the mattress. “ah! right there- right there ‘samu!”
“yeah? you like it when i fuck ya right there?” he parrots, angling his hips at the same spot over and over, abusing it until he’s sloppily thrusting into you, on the verge of cumming and spilling all his load into you. “my pretty girl, moanin’ like a bitch in heat, all because i’m makin’ ya feel good”
“yes ‘samu! please please, please m-make me feel good! wanna cum, please!” fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you scream and beg for him, unwillingly rutting your hips against him as you cum around his cock, your high too much for your sensitive body as you whine uncontrollably when he doesn’t stop. you’re too overstimulated to say a word, gone too dumb on his cock to even realize that you’re babbling little nonsense words about how good you feel, and how much you want him.
“dumb lil’ thing” he says, giving one sharp, final thrust before he empties his load between your legs, deep inside you, careful not to move you too much in fear of his cum spilling out of your clenching hole.
he’s right, you are a dumb little thing, because as soon as he pulls out you’re desperately bucking your hips, blindly searching for him in hope he would fill up the sudden emptiness in your pussy, unintentionally spilling all his hard work between your thighs.
“no!” he grunts, slapping your thigh and grounding you to the mattress as you wince in pain, dark color blossoming at the skin where he’d placed the spank. “look what you’ve done, bad fuckin’ girl” he says, the sudden tone shift sends a tinge of fear all over your body, and you’re reduced to nothing but a kin to a stray puppy, a terrible look of guilt in your eyes, even if you don’t realize what you’ve done wrong.
“look at the mess you made” he mumbles, flipping you over and placing ass up “now i’m gonna have to fill ya up all over again”
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this is really random but would bully! osamu survive no nut november 🧐🧐
oh my god sksksks (this is post-love confession lol)
cw: fem!reader, established relationship, slight degradation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, no nut november, minors dni
he would be so annoying!!!!
atsumu probably bet him that he couldn’t get through the whole month and osamu was like challenge accepted™ like the idiot he is.
it’s not like you guys have sex every day but osamu is a physical guys, especially now that you two are finally dating
most nights end with the two of you humping on the couch after making out while watching a movie
sometimes he’ll ask beg for a handy when he’s had a stressful day and other times you’ll wake him up with your mouth (he is truly so lucky to have you)
but now osamu’s refusing to even kiss you in fear of being tempted
and now it’s a few days in and my boy is upset!!!!
(meanwhile, you’re chilling lol)
he’s being so short with you, getting snippy when you ask him questions
since he can’t rub one out when he’s having a bad day, osamu tries anything to get out his frustrations
he tires jogging, going to the gym, cooking new recipes
and you’re just like ???????
“you know you don’t have to do this, right?” but he’s so hecking stubborn that he doesn’t listen to you because he “has to win”
it was funny at first but now you’re suffering a bit too. in the beginning, osamu would get you off but the sight of seeing you cum on his tongue or fingers and not being able to fuck you became too overwhelming for him
he won’t even cuddle with you at night >:(
you decided if he won’t make you cum, you’ll do it yourself (you fucking fool)
osamu was so close, he was so close. just a few more days and he would’ve definitely beaten his idiot brother. but he heard the noises coming from his room when he came home that night—noises he knows all too well. standing in the dark hallway, he peeked through the slightly open door to confirm his suspicions.
spread out on his bed, you had a vibe on your clit while your small fingers were buried in your cunt. you were chanting osamu’s name like a fucking prayer, humping your little hand try to get yourself to cum.
to make matters worse, you were in one of his shirts with the fabric pulled up to expose your tits. his cock twitched in his pants and he was on you before he knew it.
“yer so fuckin’ annoying,” he grunted, slapping your hand out of the way to fuck you with his own fingers. he doesn’t miss the smug smile on your face when his thick fingers stretch your walls. the little pink vibe is long forgotten, replaced by his tongue as he laps at your sex, pissed that he had given in but god does your cunt taste so fucking delicious.
it’s not long before his cock is sliding into you, making your tummy bulge from how much he’s filling you up. as usual, the filthiest words leave osamu’s lips while he fucks you. “ya fuckin’ planned this, little bitch. couldn’t wait a few more days?” he has you folded in half, making up for all that time lost because of that stupid bet. “gonna fill this slutty cunt until yer whinin’ about it.”
he keeps that promise, sending you over the edge multiple times until he cums deep inside you. those weeks of pent up frustration come back to haunt the both of you as osamu’s cum is thick and heavy, spilling out the sides of your cunt and making a mess of your thighs and the sheets below. but he keeps going, painting your insides white until you’ve drained all that’s left.
osamu collapses on you, face buried in the crook of your neck. he tries to take a second to catch his breath before he moves to clean you both up but he pauses when he hears your giggling. “hm?”
you brush the hair out of his face and kiss him on the forehead. “you loooooost,” you tease.
your boyfriend scowls at you, pinching your sides before grumbling a “shut up,” under his breath
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characters: miya osamu x gn!reader
eris’ notes: i love him. i really and truly do.
there’s one undeniable fact about osamu: he’s good with his hands.
the precision of every volleyball hit against his palm. the care of each packed triangle of rice stuffed with tuna or mayo or anything else. the gentleness as he places his hands to your waist to move you out of the way and slide past.
and you get to witness it first hand now.
“then he was tellin’ me all about how since i betrayed him ‘nd quit volleyball that i owe him to cater for his whole team. i mean, how stupid is he, right? …hey, are ya listenin’ to me?”
“what?” you jolt from where you’re sat atop the counter, darting your eyes away from the hands molding new onigiris for the two of you to take home. “yeah, right, totally stupid.”
“yer distracted,” he states, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he sets the finished onigiri into the container, wiping his hands off on his towel. “what’s got ya so preoccupied, sweetheart?”
it’s natural, the way he steps between your legs, slotting himself right in like a puzzle piece as his hands rest on top of your thighs, rubbing up and down with a touch so delicate it has you buzzing. your hands find their way to the chain around his neck, fiddling with the ring looped on it.
“nothin’,” you shrug, internally smiling at the way the g seems to fall off your word. a habit you’ve picked up from your husband over the years.
“that so?” osamu quirks as he lifts a hand up to remove the black ball cap atop his head, setting it on the counter and running his fingers back through his ruffled hat hair. his eyes twinkle as he watches you follow his movements. “yeah, that’s what i thought.”
“hm?” you hum, blinking as you cut your gaze back to pretty grey irises.
“starin’ at my hands again. ain’t ya, darlin’?”
years ago this might be where you get flustered. where you hide your face in his neck and blush a shade redder than the tomatoes osamu keeps in the door of the fridge. but marriage changes some things, so now you do none of that.
“totally am,” you smile, wide and easy as you grab the hand from the top of your husband’s head. you don’t even hesitate in bringing it to your lips, pressing a kiss to his palm. “they’re just so pretty, samu.”
and even after all these years, marriage and running a shop together and being there for all the highs and lows, you still find it adorable as ever as the tips of osamu’s ear tint pink.
“they’re all yers,” he says, as if you need the reminder, and pulls his hand out of your grasp to cup your cheek. “jus for you.”
“i know,” you grin, giggling as osamu pinches your cheek at your snark. “that’s why i love them so much.”
the hand on your thigh squeezes reassuringly and the one against your cheek slides to the nape of your neck, and you expect the tug forward before it even happens as osamu pulls you into a kiss. to lips that are just as perfect as the hands you adore so much.
“i love you,” osamu breathes as he pulls away, pressing his thumb to your lips. smiling when you try to push out a muffled ‘love you more’ out against it. “let’s go home, yeah? then ya can admire my hands all ya want.”
you nod, because the thumb pressed to your lips prevents you from doing anything else, grin stretching your lips so hard your cheeks hurt. you lean forward to press one more kiss to your husband’s palm as he pulls it away, chuckling as he grabs your waist and lifts you off the counter.
the remainder of the night your husband can’t seem to keep his hands off of you.
pressing a palm to your back as he ushers you out of onigiri miya. resting his hand on your thigh as he drives home. roaming around your waist as you try to unlock your front door. lacing itself with yours as the two of you eat dinner.
and later, as the lamp in your bedroom is flipped off and you’re left with nothing but a warm bed and the cast of bluish grey hues from the moon, his hand finds it way behind your neck, pulling you into a sleepy kiss.
it doesn’t leave even after he breaks off the kiss, doesn’t depart from your nape as he hooks his chin over your head. he keeps it there, and traces circles into it until you finally let the fatigue take over you.
osamu’s gift is his hands, and he reminds you of that every single day. even in ways one might not expect.
reblogs appreciated <3
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So you like ‘Samu better, huh.... allow me to change your mind
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boyfriends who pick up their very drunk girlfriend from a bar when you’re with your friends after a rather interesting slurred text: sakusa, osamu, kyoutani, oikawa, iwaizumi, atsumu, suga
boyfriends who pick up their very drunk girlfriend from a bar when you’re with your friends and have to throw you over their shoulder because you don’t want to leave: SAKUSA, ATSUMU, KYOUTANI, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI
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can i ask your thoughts on size kink with osamu and iwa please🤲
i’m in a silly goofy mood over this
warnings » nsfw. minors dni. 1.1k wc. aftercare with the pretty boys included :’) size kink. cursing. mean!iwa. rough sex. mention of cervix kissing. tummy bulge yum. overstimulation. do not ignore warnings.
read kita & ushijima’s part if you want <3
OSAMU doesn’t even know what a size kink is. or, at least he doesn’t know there’s a label for it. i feel like he’s the kind of guy who doesn’t realize just how big his dick is; just how great it is to the point that when you’re cumming so much, like over and over as a fucked out mess and around his length spasming uncontrollably. and honestly, he’d think he’s just good at it. no other reason.
like he wouldn’t think it has to do with his size, he’d just assume he’s good at what he does; making you cum.
but then he’d start to pick up on those cues when you’re moaning painfully obvious things like “fuck— you’re so big, ‘samu!” or “so big, feel so full.” oh! and there’s this one that drove him feral when you grabbed his hand while he was thrusting into you from behind, his hands originally grabbing at your love handles when you snatched one away and placed his hand on the bulging that came from his thrusts; of his big dick bottoming out inside you.
his eyes would widen and he doesn’t know what causes him to, if possible, get even harder at the sight of being so big compared to you. you’d say “you fill me up so good, ‘samu...”
that’s honestly a moment that snapped in him, getting to visually see just how well his big dick is doing inside you; how it’s making you so fucked out every time you have sex, and how it’s making you see stars.
i think you drive osamu wild if you talk about how big he is and how he’s making you feel so good with it. put both sentences together, and you won’t be able to walk the next day.
“you take me so well, pretty baby,” he’d say after you both finish, kissing your forehead. “you did so good…”
aftercare with osamu after being stretched open with his large cock every time is amazing. he asks to make sure if you’re okay, runs you a warm bath and he massages your back (after practically breaking it). oh, and sweet reassuring neck kisses are the best.
IWAIZUMI is a fucking menace, on the other hand, when it comes to his size. this man is an ace, he’s obviously aware of how big he is and how well he does in a lot of aspects. and that includes fucking you hard enough until you’d pass out from the overstimulation and the way his dick just never seems to soften inside you. and if we’re talking about athletic trainer iwaizumi, then yeah... it’s a lost cause.
he’s so cocky with it too. that being said, iwaizumi does take into consideration if it hurts or if you genuinely can’t take him. but most of the time that doesn’t really matter to him, because he just can’t realize. your tight pussy just feels amazing wrapped around him. it drives him insane when your cunt pulsates uncontrollably around when you’re about to cum for the nth time, practically cutting off the circulation to his tip.
and whenever you’d complain just know that he’ll “make it fit.” (as he said in the first few times you fucked) which is ironic, because you’re always complaining about his size yet you’re cumming undone multiple times with a few thrusts in tow.
iwaizumi is a great fan of rough sex and just getting stress and loads of both your backs. so, he’s always using the excuse to fuck you hard because he happened to be irritated by the athletes who can be no good at work to deal with on a daily. so, it’s only naturally ‘healthy’ to let out all that pent-up load.
and by letting it out, he means inside you. every damn time.
you’d be crying out while he’s rutting into you at a relentless pace; having just got home from work with a vein popped on his forehead, he needed to let out all his frustrations.
so your back would be arched against him, hand gripping the headboard behind you and the bed is fucking moving along with you; creaking with every thrust.
and there would be tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, begging him for more.
“your tight pussy just keeps wanting more?” he’d cockily exhale, not once slowing down. “it’s like it keeps getting tighter around me every time you cum baby, you like how my big dick is wrecking your little pussy? hm?”
and what else can you do but keep taking it? he’s so big that he hits the right spots every time.
“‘so big but it feels so good, hajime!” you’d hiccup after cumming for the nth time, arms wrapped around him tighter. god, you can feel the way his top kisses your cervix with every rut.
honestly, iwaizumi loves it when you’re a moaning mess like this because of him. but he loves it, even more, when you cling to him like he’s your world, like no one else but he can make you feel good. and he’d smile softly but not slow down, not even a bit.
just because you’ve cum how you wish, doesn’t mean iwaizumi’s big dick has had enough, has released everything that frustrated him today.
and you’d just have to sit back and take iwaizumi’s big dick because that’s all your sweet little pussy can do.
rest assured, iwaizumi is the king of aftercare. once he’s done… well, using you, he’ll always ask how you’re feeling, what you need, and immediately get to cleaning the sweaty mess of cum between your legs.
he groans when you reject his offer of taking a shower together to ‘save’ water bills because you know damn well what he has planned. water bills, my ass.
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He looked so cute in the official art that I had to draw him <3
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you bring up divorce during an argument with them
CHARACTERS: husband!akaashi + kuroo + osamu + tendou + (gn!reader)
REQUEST: husband osamu kuroo tendou and akaashi reacting hcs to their wife accidentally bringing up divorce in a reallllly heated arguments and it’s just angst to fluff :)
NOTES: i don’t mention any pronouns or say wife so it ended up being gender neutral <3
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
the two of you would be fighting like you’d never fought before
his face is red because he’s so frustrated
complaining about how tired he is (and deep down you know he means in general, but it strikes a chord)
you’re close to tears
and you’re so overwhelmed, bad thoughts invading your mind that you bring up the one thing you’d never want
“so what keiji?!” you were practically shouting, tears finally leaking from your eyes, “do you want a divorce is that it?! since you’re so tired of me, are you going to get rid of me?!”
he paused and looked at you wide-eyed, feeling the breath get ripped out of him. “wh––what?” his voice was small, dropped down several notches compared to before. “what did you say?–” he stepped closer to you and you turned around to walk into your bedroom.
“you heard me.” you wanted nothing more than to lock yourself in your room and cry yourself to sleep but akaashi followed you in.
he grabbed your arm gently and turned you around to face him. you kept your eyes down, level with his chest and he let out a shaky breath, bringing a hand under your chin to tilt your head up. “i’m not tired of you––yes i’m frustrated but i could never––i would never leave you.”
more tears fell down your cheeks and he swiped them away with his thumbs, holding your face with both his hands. “i––i’m sorry i yelled at you.” you were about to apologize as well when he went on, his eyes looking at yours hesitantly. “but you––you don’t want to leave me, right?”
you shook your head immediately and his shoulders sunk in relief. “no baby i don’t i was just...scared that you were finally sick of me––”
he pressed his lips against yours, cutting you off. he waited a good while before pulling away and looking at you earnestly. “i will never get sick of you, okay. never.”
you bit your lip and nodded. “okay.”
he pulled you in for a hug and held you tight, “let’s go to bed, alright? it’s been a long day.” he kissed your forehead, “if you want to keep talking about this, we can tomorrow, after a good night’s rest.”
you were aggravated
and you were feeling petty
and part of you just wanted to see if he would react
you were tired of him trying to act cool, it made you feel like you were being dramatic, acting out for no reason
honestly you weren’t planning on saying it, but your emotions got to the best of you
“well should we just get a divorce then?!” your eyes widened and your hand came up to cover your mouth almost immediately, the silence between the two of you deafening.
kuroo’s face fell as soon as you finished your sentence, his eyes piercing yours almost painfully. “what?”
you let your hand fall to your side and opened your mouth but no sounds came out, only worrying your husband more, the silence making him think you really did want to end things.
he rushed closer to you and gently took your hands in his, his teary eyes looking into yours. “baby please––don’t give up on us, i’ll do better,” he frantically pressed kisses to your knuckles and looking at his reaction, you couldn’t stay mad at him.
“no baby i’m not––i didn’t mean to say that i was just overwhelmed.” you took your hands out of his with some resistance, with him not wanting to let you go and placed your hands on his cheeks to pull him in for a sweet kiss. “i promise,” you mumbled against his lips before pulling back to look at him, his hands gripping your waist desperately. “you’re stuck with me until the end of time.”
he laughed wetly, a few tears escaping his eyes. “good.” he pressed his lips against your forehead and wrapped his arms around you. “i’m sorry kitten. don’t wanna fight with you. ever.”
you were tired, you both were
you weren’t even yelling at each other, just talking, deeply sighing, your bodies tense, the air between you thick
you were both exasperated with the argument that just seemed like it was never end
and it just slipped out, your mouth talking before your mind agreed to what you were saying (something that often happened during your arguments)
“so what do you want from me samu?” you sighed, rubbing your face with your hands stressfully as you leaned on the dinner table with your elbows. “you want a divorce, is that it?”
your hands stopped moving and you held your breath as you realized what you said. you were honestly scared to move your hands, to face your husband but when you were meant with silence, you dropped your hands to the table to find him staring at you incredulously.
“fuck no.” he crossed his arms and sat back, rolling his eyes, seemingly more annoyed than before. “don’t say shit like that.” his words were fierce but you could sense the slight fear in his tone, you noticed the way his eyes were observing you, silently wondering if that’s what you truly wanted.
“i don’t...i’m sorry. i don’t want that either.” you sighed and looked down, putting your head back in your hands. you felt like crying but you also felt far too exhausted, emotionally and physically to even do that.
you closed your eyes for a moment and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. you only opened them when you felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see osamu looking down at you.
he swallowed harshly, seemingly mustering the courage to say his next words. “come here.”
not having the energy to fight anymore, you stood up and as soon as you reached your full height, he pulled you into his arms and held you tight. he let out a shaky breath and held you tighter and you knew in that smell gesture he was apologizing, letting you know that he was here and he wasn’t going anywhere, that he’d do better.
tendou could be infuriating sometimes
and sometimes he liked getting you riled up
it happened when he was in a bad mood or when he was in playful mood tbh
he’d look at you with a smirk, eyes teasing and frustrating you to no end
and today it was really pissing you off
“i’m being serious tendou! is this all a joke to you?”
he narrowed his eyes but the small smile was still on his lips, “of course not.” that wasn’t very convincing.
you rolled your eyes and sighed, looking down as you crossed your arms and mumbled. “...well maybe we should get a divorce then, how about that?”
you felt your heart drop to your stomach as you blinked at your husband, suddenly wishing the ground would swallow you whole. you hadn’t meant to actually say that out loud but as the thought came up, it went straight to your mouth.
his face quickly morphed into a sardonic smirk, his tongue poking at the side of his cheek as he looked down at you, arms crossed. he stepped closer to you and bent down, his face inches from yours, eyes dark. he knew you didn’t mean it, you were just frustrated, but still the thought didn’t make him happy. “you wanna say that again, sweetheart?”
you swallowed and shook your head no, your throat suddenly dry. “i didn’t...i didn’t mean to say that.”
he took hold of your cheeks with one hand and smushed them between his fingers, tilting your head up towards him. “that’s what i thought.” he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and pulled away to look at you for a moment before humming and taking your hand to lead you to your bedroom.
you looked at him curiously and confused. “what are you doing?”
you could hear the smile in his voice, “well i’ve got to make it up to you, don’t i?” he heard you suck in a breath and he paused to look at you over his shoulder, eyes sparkling, “not like that. i meant a massage.” he raised his brow, “well maybe we’ll do what you were thinking too.”
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oh to have what they have...
+a bonus (sorry u gotta deal w their pda, ‘samu)
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OSAMU, M. + COCKWARMING —
c/w: f. reader; pet name “bunny”; cockwarming; soft dom! samu; size kink (big peepee! samu <3)
sitting on the couch // watching your favorite show together n relaxing // puts you right in his lap // chin resting in your hair n heavy arms wrapped around your middle // crossed over your tummy // how could he not sit you on his cock? keep him nice n comfy n so, so warm?
“twitchy little bunny,” osamu laughs softly at your wiggling, holding you tighter against him. “sit still, baby, quit squirmin’ around.”
“can’t help it, ‘samu,” you pout, turning your head to bury your heated face in the side of his neck. “you’re jus’ so big.”
“oh, bunny, ‘m sorry,” he murmurs and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. it’s faux sympathy — he can’t help how fat his cock is, never mind how he likes how he stuffs you so, so full every time.
his hand fits between your thighs, index and middle finger petting the soft lips of your pussy. he’s so hard, pressing against every sensitive spot, so hot and deep in your guts that you feel like you’re going to gush.
“feel so fucking good on my cock, bunny. i know you love gettin’ stuffed like this, cute pussy’s droolin’ all over me,” he praises.
“‘samu,” you whine, fluttering and clenching on his dick at the filthy words. he lets out a deep groan, holding himself back from bouncing you in his lap; he wants to take his time, appreciate how your body tries to milk his cock.
he slides his fingers further down, parting them to feel the way your little cunt struggles to fit him, brushing over the wet rim that stretches around the base of his cock. you’re dripping down his fat balls you’re so needy, the pads of his fingers coming away slick n shiny. he spreads the wetness over your achy clit, sliding all slippery as he pets soft, teasingly light circles over it.
“just a little more, bunny. c’mon, sit nice ‘n still for me, and i promise i’ll make you cream all over my big cock.” <//3
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how much it’s gonna hurt when they slap your ass in public? (ft. atsumu, osamu, suna, sakusa)
is this a how much does it hurt or reasons you want to deck them.
warning: slight nsfw.
Miya Atsumu: this asshole plans on sending you F O R W A R D. like if his hand was able to control time, he’d try to slap your ass so that a week from now you’re still feeling it. shamelessly smacks your ass in the middle of a cafe when you’re going to the bathroom and it was SO LOUD people turned their heads and you had to act like it was NOTHING. BUT YOURE FUCKING LIMPING. yes, it fucking hurt when you sat down.
Sakusa Kiyoomi: he knows his strength but like also doesn’t ????? he doesn’t usually slap your ass in public at most it’s a ‘light’ patting because “i saw something, it looked like dirt” yeah the dirt in his head. but one time he was drunk and he gets a little handsy when drunk and he promptly slapped your ass outside of the club; you screeched because he used fucking STRENGTH. dumbly asks why you’re icing your butt the next morning like fuck you pussy pass revoked because you can’t fucking sit anymore.
Miya Osamu: smacks your ass religiously when you’re in the kitchen, particular when you’re holding something cause then you can’t hit him or kick him. never used his full strength because he’s not an asshole ?? unlike some people. except this one time, you were wearing yoga pants and it just so happens atsumu is over. you guys are gathered in the kitchen, you’re pouring flour into a bowl then suddenly he fucking slaps your ass so hard it makes atsumu jolt in his seat, flour goes everywhere and you’re so fucking embarrassed and pissed off you chuck the bowl of flour at him with intent to kill I SWEAR TO GOD
Suna Rintarou: this bitch don’t even, thinks it’s funny to smack your ass and then promptly squeeze your ass. but he’s so considerate, he does it so that it’ll lessen the pain of the smack that’s what he says. he does it in the most private of the public places, like you two will be at the library, your stretching up to grab a book and then he just goes SMACK and SQUEEZE. the smack sends you forward almost knocking like twenty books down and he’s fucking LAUGHING. probably recorded it too so he could send it to everyone. FUCK HIM
a/n: put in the tags who you’d want to slap your ass, who are you willing to let break your ass.
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