#osamu x you
hanmas · 3 months ago
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you’re not too sure what time it is, but you know it’s early when osamu lays himself over you, head digging into your chest as he steals your warmth. you groan, wrapping your arms around him as you pull the blanket higher over your bodies.
“what time is it?”
“almost six,” he hums. it’s quiet for a moment, you seem to be drifting back to sleep, and osamu grins in victory against your shirt that all’s gone according to plan as he drifts off himself.
until you speak up.
“wait a second. aren’t you supposed to be on the couch?” his body freezes for a moment before he’s clutching onto you tightly while you’re trying to shove him off. “samu! get off!”
“i’m serious, i’m still mad at you,” you huff. he frowns (though it’s more of a pout) and simply shakes his head.
“‘m not lettin’ go. ma back hurts. i’m cold too.”
“miya osamu—”
and before you can finish your sentence, there’s a soft bite at your chin that makes you stop.
“don’t call me by ma full name,” he grumbles, settling back down into your chest. “‘s rude.” he has the audacity to grab your hand and plop it into his hair too, gesturing at you to play with the dark brown strands.
“did you just bite me?”
“and what if i did?” comes his quiet mumble, voice muffled by your shirt.
last night wasn’t exactly a big fight, it was a petty one if the both of you were being honest, but osamu should’ve admitted he was wrong, and his attitude was what landed him a spot on the couch. and to his dismay, you seem to fall asleep much easier without his embrace than he does without yours.
“what do you—you bit me,” you repeat incredulously. you smack his shoulder when he snickers quietly at your shock.
“didn’t even hurt, ya drama queen.” and you want to keep your facade of being mad, you want to tell him to go back to the couch until you’ve deemed he’s earned his spot back, but something about the way he nuzzles into you and kisses your collarbone before trying to fall asleep makes you give in.
he’s stubborn, you’ve come to know this a tad bit too well, but he’s also gentle. he plants one more spoonful of dinner to your plate when you tell him to stop, he pulls the sun visor down for you when the light shines in your face as he drives, he wakes up and puts socks on your feet when they feel like icicles against his calves, and he’s the only person who easily forgives you for your own stubbornness too—every time, without fail.
so you wrap your arm tightly around him, stroking through his locks as you mumble “you’re such a weirdo, you know that?”
“well, ‘s just the way i am, deal with it,” he mumbles back. and then you giggle, he laughs, you kiss his forehead, and he kisses your jaw—and you’re back to your usual routine, last night all forgotten.
“i love you,” you whisper.
“love ya too. and i also love yer cheeks, ‘m bitin’ them next.”
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still firmly believe osamu’s love language it biting
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heich0e · 22 days ago
bff!osamu series
Osamu's used to being mistaken for Atsumu.
Even though he doesn't see the resemblance--his eyes are different, and his hair's a darker shade than his brother's--the two of them were constantly mistaken for each other when they were young. They used to use it to their advantage at any possible opportunity, switching back and forth to cover for the other whenever it was convenient or would cause a bit of trouble.
The mistakes stopped for the most part in high school when they dyed their hair--Osamu had dyed his first, and then Atsumu had complained until the younger twin helped him bleach his too, though the older twin insists it was the opposite. Now as adults it's a rare occurrence, if ever, that the two are mistaken for one another.
But not completely impossible.
"Atsumu-chan!" the little old lady behind the counter of a convenience store just around the corner from Atsumu's apartment greets Osamu cheerfully as he steps through the door.
He doesn't bother correcting her, seeing as she's about 100 years old, and just smiles politely and bows in greeting before stepping towards the refrigerators to retrieve the 6-pack of beer he'd come in search of. She calls out a few questions to him as he finds his purchase, which he answers on Atsumu's behalf.
Have you been well? Yes ma'am, and you?
Are you eating? More than I oughta.
How's your wife?
Osamu pauses as he puts the beers down on the counter, his head tilting to the side.
"Wife?" He chuckles and then clears his throat.
"Yes, is she well?" The auntie behind the counter tilts her head to the side, smiling so the wrinkles at the corner of her eyes look even more pronounced.
There's only one girl that Atsumu has around enough to possibly be mistaken for his wife.
"Yes, she's doing well," Osamu says quietly.
"Oh, I'm glad to hear. The last time she was in with you she wouldn't stop complaining about how busy you are! I hope you're taking care of a pretty young thing like her." The lady sends Osamu a pointed look, but there's warmth to it.
"I always do," Osamu assures her, meaning it.
He pays for his purchases, promises to say hello to you (his wife), and ducks out the door with one final bow of thanks.
His heart is pounding by the time he makes it to Atsumu's apartment, plastic bag gripped tightly in his hand. He lets himself in with the passcode Atsumu had given him the day he moved into the fancy unit downtown.
You're seated on the kitchen counter when he arrives, having toed off his shoes in the genkan, and Atsumu is standing flush against your thigh as your legs dangle down in front of you.
"Hey!" you greet him with a smile, and it does absolutely nothing to quiet the thrum of his pulse.
"Hey," he nods to both you and his brother, shuffling over to the fridge to put his drinks inside. He sets them on a low shelf, but not before helping himself to one of the cans. He cracks it open and takes a long drink.
"Take it easy, killer. No one else is even here yet!" you call from behind him.
"Yer one to talk." Atsumu snorts from behind him as well, and then Osamu can hear some shuffling and a laugh as he's sure you took a swipe at the blonde.
"Why does the auntie at the konbini down the road think yer married?"
Osamu turns to face you both, and finds you both looking away guiltily.
"It's Tsumu's fault!" you confess after a mere quirk of Osamu's brow--the pressure of his interrogation too much for you to bear. "He keeps telling people we're married, or engaged!"
"Hey! You went along with it!" Atsumu guffaws, a look of betrayal on his face.
"That was one time! And it was only because you told me the restaurant would bring us free dessert!"
Osamu watches as you and his brother squabble back and forth, silently wondering how anyone could ever mistake the two of you for a married couple.
"As if I'd ever marry ya anyway!" Atsumu sticks his tongue out at you and your jaw drops.
"Jerk!" You swat at him again but he dodges it, skittering away as he giggles to himself triumphantly.
You're left pouting in his wake.
"He's an ass," you mutter sullenly, arms crossing over your chest.
"You're the one who married him," Osamu replies, tipping his beer back to take another drink.
You shoot him a look.
"I'd never marry that airhead. Don't even know why I went along with it in the first place. All you Miyas ever do is get me into trouble," you say, shaking your head disapprovingly.
Osamu shuffles over to you, taking the spot his brother had just vacated. You lean towards Osamu's beer, and he tilts it back so you can take a sip. He watches the delicate bob of your throat as you swallow, and then the grimace that pulls at your features as the aftertaste washes over you--you've never liked beer.
"Don't let that scrub tarnish the Miya name," Osamu says in reply to your earlier comment, and you laugh a little.
"What, you think you'd make a better husband?"
There's a drop of beer clinging to the edge of your lip that Osamu is using every modicum of his self restraint not to lean forward and taste for himself. Your tongue peeks out to lick it away before his thoughts can get the better of him.
"Do you even have to ask?" Osamu replies.
You laugh, and nod a little, and the simple gesture makes Osamu's chest ache. Do you think he'd be a better husband? Do you agree? Have you thought about it? About him?
"Well, next time the two of us go out to dinner you can fake propose to get us free dessert and then I'll let you know how you compare," you joke.
But it's not a joke to Osamu. At least not to his heart that leaps beneath his ribs at the mere thought of getting down on one knee, of putting a ring on your finger, of the world knowing that you're his.
"I'll hold ya to it," Osamu says, in place of the thousands of other words that beg to be spoken on the tip of his tongue.
You smile, reaching for his can of beer again and then abandoning the motion halfway through.
"I have no idea how you can stand that." You scrunch up your nose, hopping down from the counter and shuffling towards the fridge to get a drink of your own.
Osamu watches you as you cross the room, and the way the light from the refrigerator bathes your face in a pale blue glow.
"Neither do I," he says quietly, and then takes another sip of his bitter drink.
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riniackerman · 7 months ago
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ପ author's note. i was craving for something cute sooo… here it is :)
ପ pairing. haikyuu men x gn!reader
ପ with. kuroo tetsuro, sakusa kiyoomi, miya osamu, suna rintaro
ପ pt 1 | pt 2
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you would sometimes call him by his last name for no reason. maybe it’s because you two were close friends back in high school days when you used to call him ‘kuroo’. so of course, you had zero intentions behind your words.
but for kuroo, this man would panic and right away look down at you when his last name was heard from your voice. although he would sense relieved when he sees you’re not angry or anything.
but when you call him ‘kuroo’ about three to four times, this is when he would bring you to a private place and carefully ask you; “...did i do something wrong kitten? are you mad?”
“no? why would i be mad at you kuroo?” kuroo would sigh at your words, covering half of his face with his large hand. “th-then why are you calling me kuroo…”
“there’s no reason at all” you smile, making kuroo cover his entire face with both of his hands. “hahhhhh kittennn you’re scarin’ my heart”
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sakusa would not answer or look at you if you call him by his last name even after you two got married. you would thump your feet over to sakusa who was doing the dishes in the kitchen and say; “sakusa. look at me.”
sakusa would mumble something under his breath. “what?” you step forward, tipping your toes to hear him clearly. “what did you say?”
“...you’re sakusa too” you would look up at his pouty face with an absurd look on your face. making him stop whatever he's doing and turn around to you and utter; “...call me kiyoomi”
“no i will not, ‘m gonna call you sakusa” you would deny his plea until he is done with the dishes, he would put away the kitchen gloves and cross his arms while he looks down on you. “then there’s no point in changing your last name after i married you…”
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“suna-” precisely 0.1 seconds later suna would cut you off. “...rintaro.”
“suna.” you would call him by his last name again, sighing at his greediness. “suna i told you to put the trash away in the morni-”
“i will really do it if ya call me rin” he whispers, leaning his head down between your neck and shoulder, pressing his forehead against your shoulder line, mumbling ‘rin’ over again and again.
“rin” he would instinctively tilt his head up at your voice, somewhat making eye contact with you, smiling slightly. “yes that’s it, i’ll throw the trash away right now”
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osamu wouldn’t even acknowledge a single bit of you when you call him by his last name. “miya are you ignoring me?” you tilt your body in front of osamu to see his lips pouted and eyes rolling.
“why are you pouting?” you scoff at him, kinda finding it cute to see him all pouty. “there’s two miyas at school, how would i know who y’er callin’?” this is ridiculous. ridiculously cute. you would try your best to not laugh and giggle. “why would i call atsumu now?”
“‘m not miya, ‘m samu.” he would deadass ignore everything you are saying and wait until you call him by his first name. “are ya lips glued? call me samu right now” he would poke your cheek, still having his pouted look on his face. making you giggle and hug him. “samu m’baby i love ya”
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tetsoorou · 2 months ago
faxing documents
♡ pairings: older timeskip!osamu miya x f!reader
♡ warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!! older osamu (like late 40s/early 50s), boss/employee relationship, office sex, implied spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, lil bit of a breeding kink, osamu is a tease, osamu says “good girl” once, rough sex, use of pet names (darling + sweetheart), a hint of exhibitionism, no mention or implication of reader’s age but i wrote this in mind w reader being in their 20s
♡ wc: 960
♡ a/n: just a couple of lil hc’s about dilf ‘samu <3 inspired by the dilf at my work who’s done a couple of these (minus the whole bent over the desk thing) n lit up my imagination hehe. also ik dilf literally starts w “dad” but i decided to not write him w kids ! ahhhh sorry it’s a lil long, this is my first time writing hc’s + realized that keeping things short n sweet is not my strong suit </3
!!! 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱 !!!
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dilf!osamu who never had the chance to settle down; just couldn’t seem to find the time between all the work that came with starting and building onigiri miya. atsumu has constantly nagged him about it over the years, always trying to set him up on dates with a friend of a friend of a friend - chastising him with a “yer gonna die alone ‘samu!” when he’d impolitely decline. osamu would eventually give in, if nothing but to shut his brother up, though nothing ever really came of it beyond the occasional second or third date.
dilf!osamu whose hair is starting to revert to the silver color reminiscent of the one he sported in high school when he meets you – in an interview for the lead chef position at the new location he’s opening up in tokyo. not only are you perfect for the job, surpassing every single one of his expectations – but fuck, he thinks you’re the prettiest little thing he’s ever laid eyes on. so naturally, he hires you on the spot.
dilf!osamu who knew he had to have you from the moment his hand brushed against yours in the break room your first week. he had found you struggling with the coffee machine and took the mug from your hands – “here, it’s a little finicky, lemme help ya.” – fingers grazing over your smaller ones in the process. all it took was that one, brief little touch to have you stumbling back out of his way and heat shooting up to your cheeks, body so obviously clueing him in to the little crush you’ve developed. you avert your eyes to the ground and stutter out a quiet “o-oh, thank you.” so cute, he thinks.
dilf!osamu who knows the effect he has on you, making sure to leave little crumbs of attention here and there for you to mull over: a brush of his arm against yours as he watches you cook, a gentle hold on your wrist to reposition your hand while molding the rice, a squeeze on your shoulder as he praises your work. and sure, maybe the way his hand drops from its place on your shoulder to the small of your back as he makes his way to the door is rather unnecessary and a bit too low to be friendly – but you don’t notice. not when he momentarily presses his hips into your back, muttering “excuse me, sweetheart,” right in your ear and watching – delighted – at the way you freeze and your breath hitches in your chest.
dilf!osamu who catches you off guard a few weeks later when you’re complaining to him about it being particularly slow. “well, I could think of a coupla things we could do,” he counters, voice lowering with the idea of something that is definitely a little more than friendly. the implication makes you choke on the water you’re drinking, sputtering out a high-pitched “what?” between fits of coughs and gasps for air. “i have a few documents that need ta be faxed is all,” his soft laugh bounces off the tiled walls and echoes throughout the kitchen as he pats your back. “ya alright there, darlin’?” but he knows – and you question whether you know too – what he really meant.
dilf!osamu who calls you into his office before the shop closes for lunch, something along the lines of him wanting your opinion on a new recipe. but he’s on top of you before the door can even click shut, reaching behind you to lock it as you ask “what are you –“. he cuts you off with the slam of his lips against yours and your eyes remain open, unblinking, for the second it takes you to register the situation, then flutter closed as you curl your hand in the collar of his shirt to pull him harder against you. he only breaks away when you need to breathe, taking the opportunity to guide one of your hands down to the bulge in his pants; “see what ya do ta me?”
dilf!osamu who bends you over his desk, handprint etched into the fat of your ass, gripping bruises into your waist as your juices drip down your legs and onto the papers that were hastily shoved to the floor. he thrusts into you so hard the desk inches forward, the scratch of metal against carpet and your cries the only sounds filling the room. he shoves his fingers in your mouth in an attempt to keep you quiet, not that he’s trying too hard though – he’d be lying if he said the way you’re screaming his name didn’t inflate his ego and go straight to his cock.
dilf!osamu who cums deep inside your cunt with a growl of “good girl” in your ear and pulls your panties back up your wobbly legs for you, sending you out of his office still stuffed full of his cum. “ya better not waste a single fuckin’ drop,” he says, voice hardly above a whisper, corner of his mouth twitching up in a smirk as his cock stirs in his pants at the thought of you walking around with his cum pooling in your panties.
dilf!osamu who tells you to stick around after closing today, and waits for you by the door as you gather your things with a small, yet devilishly handsome smile stretched across his face. he leans against the wall, arms crossed, as he watches you move about, the fabric of his t-shirt – a little too tight – clinging to his biceps and pulling taut across his chest. “lemme take ya out ta dinner,” he says, much more of a declaration than a question - damn well knowing you couldn’t possibly squeak out anything but an eager, breathless “o-okay.”
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reblogs, likes, n comments v much appreciated! ♥︎
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youta · 3 months ago
you are sitting on the counter, watching osamu cut up vegetables. it’s a friday night, after a long day of work for both of you; nothing’s more relaxing than spending time with each other. one of your favorite things to do is to just watch him cook, and talk about your days in the meantime.
“atsumu asked if we want to have dinner together tomorrow,” osamu says, looking back at you.
“again?” you laugh, thinking about how his brother hangs out at your house all the time.
“yeah, my cooking must be too good,” he jokingly remarks, shrugging his shoulders. 
“i mean, i understand him then,” you chuckle, then add, “your cooking is the best.”
“oh? do i deserve a kiss for it?” osamu asks, turning around to face you, and points at his apron that says ‘kiss the chef’. you gave it to him for his birthday last year, and he hasn’t stopped wearing it ever since. he especially loves to put it on whenever making meals for you, begging for a kiss with it.
you roll your eyes, but the smile remains on your lips. he put the knife down, and stepped closer to you, in between your legs. your arms immediately wrap around his neck, and his hands hug your waist.
“if you ask nice enough,” you coo, your nose almost touching his. 'samu flashes you a boyish smile, and without saying anything, he just presses a soft kiss on your lips. 
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omgjumin · 6 days ago
☆ 10:51 pm ! miya osamu
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miya osamu, who was originally supposed to be innocently holding you on the couch, bundled up in a blanket as you two watched whatever tv show you happened to put on, was now struggling behind you as you wiggled yourself onto his dick. don't get him wrong, he never had mischievous intentions to start with as you two agreed to rest on the couch. however, as you began to, not so subtlety, roll your hips back onto his crotch, he couldn't stand it any longer.
"baby...fuck, just stay still." osamu groaned, his strained deep voice came out. you planned this, oh so devilishly, as you knew the gray haired man couldn't resist you. "just trying to get comfortable, love." as much as osamu wanted to yell out "comfortable? bullshit.", he couldn't. you suggested that tonight you could try cockwarming and you absolutely promised that you would stay still. yet not even five minutes in, you began to roll your hips back and forth on your boyfriend's cock. the whimpers that fell out of osamu's mouth only urged you to continue. "baby..." though osamu's call was to warn you, it did nothing to stop the growing need in-between your thighs.
"you know what, fuck it." osamu pushed you under him as quick as he threw out his resolve. "let's see how long you can last with this attitude, now shall we?"
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rinslutz · 5 months ago
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jealousy, jealousy — miya osamu smau
after finding out about your crush on his brother, atsumu comes up with a “brilliant” plan: fake date him to make osamu jealous. you realize that this plan was a mistake when osamu starts dating someone else.
pairing: miya osamu x reader
genre: angst angst angst !!!!
tropes: fake dating, jealousy, college au!, ex friends to lovers/friends to lovers, (+ more later)
warning: strong language, maybe some 18+ scenes,
taglist: (closed)
schedule: every day
status: completed
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01. we’re not flirting
02. i’m fine
03. big dummy
04. i believe you
05. invited (written)
06. distant
07. hostile
08. i promise (written)
09. cool
10. canceling
11. disgusting
12. boundary
13. different
14. confused
15. i have to go (written)
16. never
17. warmth (written)
18. true colors
19. date night
20. finale
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taglist: (closed)
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euphoricimagination · 7 days ago
𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕
Feat. Osamu, Kenma & Sakusa
Warnings: None
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The school festival has always been chaotic for the team, some of you had to find a balance between helping the team stand and your own class. One of them was your boyfriend, since he was a great cook, he was asked to help both sides.
After the team finished in the stand, Osamu went straight to his class while you stayed with Atsumu walking around the school.
“Ya think we can get some free dango? Or maybe mochis?” asks Atsumu
“Why would they be free?”
“Because Osamu is working on that stand. I'm sure if ya ask him he will give ya some free stuff” says as if it was the most obvious thing ever I making you roll your eyes.
“This is to gain money for his class, I'm not asking for free stuff” you chuckle at his pout “let's go to get some coffee, I'm freezing here”
“If ya were wearing more clothes on, you wouldn’t be so cold, ya idiot” says flicking your forehead slightly.
“I was cooking in the stand, ya asshole! It was hot in there!”
“Whatever” says with a smile while taking off his jacket and putting it over your shoulders. As annoying as he can be, he cares and loves you a lot; after all you were dating his brother and he more than anyone knew how happy you make him “Here, I'm yer knight in shining armor. Thank me later”
You continue walking around after getting your coffee, fighting with him and laughing your ass off with his way of thinking.
It was relatively late when Osamu finished in his class stand. He was tired after all the work done and was craving your touch. He found you outside, laughing with Atsumu and Suna (who joined you at some point of the afternoon). He can't quite understand the feeling he has at the sight; he absolutely loves that you have such a nice relationship with Atsumu, but seeing you with his twin clothes instead of his makes him so annoyed.
“Hi sweetheart, everything ok?” he asks you while passing you a box of the leftover’s sweets
“Yeah, it was fun. How about you? Sold a lot?”
“Mhm. Let's go to my house, I'm tired” says taking the jacket off your shoulders and throwing it into Atsumu's head before walking away with you.
“Yah! What was that for! And where are you going? We live together! Wait for me!”
“Fuck off for a minute, ya asshole!” says Osamu back at him before turning at you and putting his jacket on you “Let's go sweetheart, lets leave the idiot behind”
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Being Nekoma’s manager was rather easy considering that the majority of them were more in the responsible side. But that doesn’t mean that you were excepted from chaos. And that was confirmed by the call of Kuroo at 5:30 am.
He had to arrive a bit earlier for a special meeting with the coach, but he woke up late and barely got dressed on time, making him forget his gym keys and calling you for help.
To say you were annoyed was an understatement.
So there you are, opening the gym door at 6:00 am with an apologetic Kuroo behind you. Despite being beyond annoyed at the captain, you still are friends with him; but since you dressed up so fast, plus the fact that you stayed up until late chatting with your boyfriend Kenma, you forgot to put a jacket on, making you shiver.
“Here chibi, put this on” tells you Kuroo with a small smile “you can go and rest for a while, we'll wake you up later”
Without a second thought you took his jacket and move to the corner of the gym to sleep a little more. Sure, it wasn't the most comfortable position, but it'll will do for now.
You were so tired that you didn't hear the rest of the team enter, all of them frowning at the red thing in the corner. The frown, however, was much deeper in Kenma's face. Not only he was wondering why you were here so early, but also why were you cuddling in Kuroo's jacket.
“Hey, love” he whispers to you, caressing your head while you open your eyes “What are you doing here so early?”
“Kuroo forgot his keys and woke me up” you pout, unconsciously cuddling more into the jacket. Kenma feels something on the pit of his stomach that he never felt before. Is he angry at Kuroo for waking you up so early? Yes, he is, but there's something else. Is it the fact that you're wearing his jacket? He's never been jealous of your friendship with Kuroo, so why now?
“That idiot” he says making you chuckle. Even though you’re tired, you still can make up his little frown, followed by some redness in his cheeks while taking his jacket off “Here, Kuro needs it back, use mine”
“No he doesn't, he's literally warming up right now” you say with a smirk forming. He just sighs in frustration; he knows you know, nothing ever passes you.
“Please, don't make me say it” he begs now, passing you his jacket
“Say what Ken? What are you talking about?”
“Just use my jacket, okay? I gotta go” say with his face even redder, walking away to warm up. You knew exactly what was happening, so you took Kuroo's jacket off and immediately cuddle into your boyfriend's, more than happy to wear his.
You went back to your sleepy state soon after, but you could have sworn that you saw Kenma’s face break into a lovesick smile the moment he saw you happily in his clothes.
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You were walking through the school shaking due to the cold weather. The winter was getting closer, and for some reason the weather was already getting colder than ever.
Going to the gym, you decided to go and see if your boyfriend Sakusa could let you borrow his jacket. If you had tell someone about your plan, they will probably tell you you’re crazy. THE Sakusa? Passing you HIS jacket? The dude that refuses to touch others because of their germs willingly giving someone his jacket? Good joke.
But what they didn’t know it’s that Sakusa, the supposedly germaphobic student, had a extremely soft spot for you. No matter how many time you hug him out of nowhere or steal his hoodies, he can’t just get mad a you.
Entering the gym you noticed that the team was practicing before having an actual practice match, your boyfriend extremely concentrated in receives to even notice that the door opened. Not wanting to interrupt him you go and sit into the nearest bench, making Komori noticed you almost immediately.
“Hi Yn! What’s up?” he says getting closer
“Nothing much, just freezing”
“It did get cold out of nowhere, want my jacket?” he told you taking his jacket from the opposite side of the bench and passing it to you “Sakusa left his in the lockers and I don’t think he noticed you arrived”
“Sure, I don’t want to interrupt him”
You put on Komori’s jacket when he went back to practice, too cold to do something else. Minutes pass, more and more students arriving to see the team practice, making Sakusa finally notice the people around and therefore, you. His face unconsciously turns into a smile, which soon disappear when he noticed the bright yellow jacket on you. Didn’t he left his jacket on his locker?
“Hi angel” says sitting beside you after giving you a quick kiss in the temple “where you waiting too long?”
“A few minutes, but don’t worry, I love seeing you practice” you say passing him his towel which he received with a little smile. However, he can’t fully enjoy your presence knowing that you’re wearing someone else jacket, eyes slowly shifting to your body “Komori saw me first and pass me his jacket when he noticed how cold I was”
“Ah, I see…Wait me here” with that he stands up and quickly left you on the bench. Although he knew that you and Komori were close friends, admittedly he knew you first and introduced the two of you, it still made him feel uneasy. Is this feeling part of love? This annoyance by seeing you in his cousin jacket? “Here, put this on”
“But I have one on…”
“Yeah, but it’s not mine and I don’t like that” he helps you up and takes the jacket off, immediately putting his on so you don’t catch a cold “there, looks much better”
“Jealous much?” You joked
“Well, yeah. You’re mine angel”
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tetsunova · 3 months ago
he knew he was in love when…
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gn!reader x multiple characters
a/n: fuck i love this so much.
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when he found himself laughing in the dead of the night. Freely letting out loud chuckles while his stomach churned and begged him to stop; when he had his arms crossed around his stomach, trying to hold himself together but he just couldn’t. At this point neither of you knew what you were laughing about, too in the moment to even care. He didn’t have to pretend, it was all so natural, all so perfect.
hinata, kuroo, lev, suna, iwaizumi
when he smiled a toothy smile on hearing your name. Just the thought of you brought butterflies that gushed right into his stomach. The smile was merely a subconscious reaction- just one of the many things you do to him. The thought of outsiders being able to see the affection and chemistry you both shared made him realise just how i’m too deep he was. Head over heels for someone who brought out the best in him.
daichi, yamaguchi, kenma, bokuto, tendou, osamu
when you kissed every little scab that engraved his fingers over time. It was a feature of his he wasn’t insecure about yet not too proud of either. they’re proof how far you’ve come and how much you’ve worked for being where you are now, how could I not love them? that’s what you’d said. never in a million years had he thought of it this way. you gave meaning to parts of him that he wouldn’t have otherwise.
kageyama, ushijima, sakusa, oikawa
when you stayed with him the whole night he cried. He didn’t tell you why he cried nor did you ask; it could’ve been anything from having a bad day to stress to losing the match day but that wasn’t your main concern. You just stayed with him in his bed, wrapping your body around his, as if you were trying to shield him from the world while he broke down, making sure he occasionally sipped some water. Stroking his back while caressing his hair, any simple movement to try to comfort him and show him he wasn’t alone. He couldn’t have been any happier to see you by his side in the morning
tsukishima, oikawa, atsumu, suna, kita
when he saw you smile as the bonfire warmed you both. The way your eyes shone in the light and hair swayed with the breeze. It’s something he swore was like a scene in the movies. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you in that moment- he wanted to be there to witness every time you smiled, he wanted to be the one who you moved in with, the one you’d ask for help when setting up shelves or buying furniture for both your houses, someone you’d brush your teeth with as the sun shone it’s first few rays of light. He knew it was you, he knew he was hopelessly in love.
suga, iwaizumi, akaashi, kita, kuroo, semi
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ozetia · 22 days ago
The type to state the clit has 8,000 nerves before eating you out like man starved.
- Sugawara, Kuroo, Konoha, Tendou, Osamu.
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sweetdreamlandstuff · 26 days ago
After hours
NSFW / Minors don't interact pls
Pairing: Osamu Miya x female reader
Content: finger sucking, fingering, teasing, one clit slap, overstimulation, penetrative sex
Notes: Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)
Wc: approx. 2200
The ring of the bell reverberates through the vacant space as you step into the restaurant. “Osamu?” You call when you don’t see your boyfriend standing behind the counter as he usually does. 
“Here” you hear his muffled voice, coming from the back of the shop. You make your way through, noticing that he already got most things ready to lock up, the countertops are sparkling, everything is clean.
You lean onto the doorframe, your eyes scanning the room to find him. His broad back is turned to you as he lifts some box onto a shelf. 
“Can I do something to help you closing up?” You ask distractedly, your gaze trailing over his working figure. 
He props the box onto the shelf and you watch him; his muscular back flexing deliciously under his tight black shirt. He turns around to you, a tired smile plastered on his face. He takes long strides over to you, taking off his cap, running his fingers through his ruffled, messy hair as his gaze fixes on you. 
The soft expression that lays on his face has your heart beating faster against your ribcage. Osamu now towers over you, cradling your face in his hand. He presses a soft, fleeting kiss onto your lips. “Hey babe” he breathes, grinning down at you. 
You lean into his touch “You’re ready now?” You ask, wanting nothing more than take him home right away, having him all to yourself. 
“Impatient as always” he mumbles, shaking his head slightly. But his grin is honest, not at all teasing as he locks his eyes with you. “I just have to put a few boxes away. Then we can go, alright babe?” 
“Yeah” you hum. His thumb caresses your cheek shortly before he lets go of you.
He resumes his work and you seat yourself on the edge of his desk. You watch your boyfriend work, lifting and heaving up boxes of food and what not.
It has been a while since you last picked him up from work and you have to make a mental note to do it more often. Because seeing him like that; a little sweaty, so concentrated and strong as he lifts box after box has you feeling some type of way. Your eyes glaze over his broad back, straining and flexing under the tight fabric. And his shirt just seems to hug his strong arms a little tighter with every one of his movements.
You sit like that at the edge of the desk, watching your boyfriend doing his work. You’re not sure what it is; the fact that you haven’t seen him since a week or just his insane hotness, that has you nearly drooling over every flex of his muscles.
After just a few minutes he is done. A long, drawn out sigh leaves his lips. He turns towards you, his grey eyes half-lidded as he watches you sitting on his desk. He lifts the hem of his shirt, wiping the sweat from his forehead. You watch the exposed skin, your gaze traveling hungrily over his muscular abdomen and the trail of brown hair leading downwards. Only for a moment, before it’s concealed from your eyes again. You gulp, returning your gaze back to his face. 
“Maybe you should just take off your shirt if you're that hot” you propose, a cheeky smile playing around your lips. 
Osamu’s laugh echos through the room, loud and playful. And you can’t help but laugh along with him. He moves towards you, positioning himself between your legs. His large palms smooth over your thighs, moving up until they rest on your waist. 
His head dips low, as his lips latch onto your neck. He presses soft kisses onto your throat. You let your hands travel over his strong arms, until you nestle them into his brown locks. You inhale deeply, basking in the feeling of his warmth and his scent. 
“You would love that, wouldn’t you?” He murmurs against your skin, his hot breath fanning over your neck. 
“Yeah” you breathe, air getting caught in your lung as he resumes to kiss you. Then Osamu pulls away, taking ahold of the collar of his shirt and pulling it over his head in one swift motion.
You inhale deeply, letting your hand travel over his tones abs. Osamu’s grey eyes are fixed on you, his hungry gaze traveling over your features. His large hand tilts your head up and you gaze up into his hooded eyes. The pad of his thumb glides along your bottom lip and the way his dark eyes lay on you, has your heart beating violently in your chest.
“Are you going to work like that now?” You ask, your voice a little strained.
A low chuckle leaves his lips “Yeah, yeah.” His thumb prods into your mouth and you comply. Your tongue moves against his digit, sucking ever so slightly. A low groan leaves Osamu’s lips. “I’m going to work like that now” he mumbles, his voice dipping lower with every word.
You let go of his finger with a loud pop. He cradles your face in his hands and comes closer, pressing his lips onto yours. The kiss is sloppy and messy. You tug softly at his hair, swallowing his low groan. You cross your legs around his waist, trying to force him even closer to you. You can feel his half-hardened dick pressing against your core. 
You lose your shirt before Osamu cradles the back of your head in his hand and moves you to lay flat on the desk. His other hand moves lower, smoothing down your sides and grabbing every curve and bend he catches. Then he pulls away, pulling off your pants and slip. You gasp once you feel the air hitting your already dripping pussy.
He stops his movement, letting his grey eyes graze over your naked body. The look in his eyes is almost feral as he meets your gaze. He smooths his calloused palms over your sides again “I could look at you forever like that” he rasps.
Your chest swells with affection and you let out a shaky breath. You hum happily once his hands move to where you need it the most. Osamu lets out a depraved gasp as he feels how wet you already are. He smears your wetness through your folds before his finger glides into your pussy. The finger of his other hand drawing tight and slow circles over your sensitive clit.
Your eyes drift shut and every circle leaves you desperate and yearning for more. “Faster” you plead. When Osamu’s pace doesn’t change you open your eyes to look at him questionably. 
His grey eyes glint with mischief as he looks down at you, a lopsided grin on his lips. And then he obliges, adding a second finger, plunging them deep inside of you, again and again. He enjoys to study your expression, as he curls his fingers to reach that spongy spot inside of you that makes your gaze grow hazy. 
With just a few more thrusts he has you panting heavily, moans slipping past your parted lips freely. You can feel your orgasm reaching you already; Osamu just knows how to work your body perfectly. He thrusts and curls his fingers like you need to, stimulating your throbbing clit deliciously. Your pussy spasms around him and your legs begin to tremble slightly. 
His fingers never loose their pace as he draws your orgasm from you. You come hard, feeling your juices drip all over his large hands as you moan his name. He lets you ride out your high, thrusting his finger slowly inside of you before he lets go of you.
You look at him, a tired but content smile on your lips as you watch him lose his pants and boxers. You feel your pussy clench around nothing when you think about his large dick entering you finally. You watch him as he pumps his cock a few times, spreading your slick on him. 
You brace yourself, shifting slightly so he has easier access. You moan aloud when he ghosts the head of his throbbing dick over your clit. Osamu is relentless, slowly dragging his dick through your wetness. He halts at your entrance, getting your hopes up, just before he retreats, swirling the tip of his cock over your puffy clit. He replays this cruel movement again and again. You whine, trying to get him to finally fill you up.
“So impatient” he tuts, his tone condescending as he shakes his head in played distaste. 
“Osamu” you whine, the yearning taking ahold of every fiber in your body.
He slaps his cock against your sensitive clit; a warning. You jerk, a low moan falling from your lips at the impact.
“Come on, please” you beg.
And Osamu complies, his patience wearing out as well. He slides into you, slowly, inch for inch. He grabs your waist, holding you still so you’re unable to squirm away. You feel his dick throbbing inside of you as he curses under his breath. “Oh god. I missed you” he rasps.  
You meet his eyes, a whimper falling from your lips when you see the way he looks at you. He groans once he bottoms out. He moves his hips from side to side, somehow trying to bury himself even deeper inside of you. “Fuck I missed this so much” he murmurs, basking in the feeling of having you wrapped so tightly around him, engulfing him in your warmth.
You’re surely getting impatient now, his large cock inside of you without any movement. But before you can utter anything he starts thrusting into you. His pace is slow. Osamu drags his cock nearly completely out of you, just to thrust even deeper into you. Every deep thrust has you gasping for air, the urge to have him finally fucking you faster nearly making you mad.
You whine and moan at his antics, completely loosing yourself in pleasure. You close your eyes, whimpering once his dick is filling you up again. Osamu keeps fucking you like this, slow and thoroughly as if he wants his dick to memorize ever inch of your pussy. But you want more. No; you need more. His slow pace is driving you insane, slowly but surely.
That is until he starts rubbing his thumb over your clit. A breathless moan drops from your lips as pleasure shoots through you. You’re clenching around his dick, making Osamu hiss. He increases his pace a little bit, falling into a steady rhythm, that has you gasping for air. His thumb draws tighter circles until he has you spasming around his throbbing length.
His dark eyes bore into yours as he draws a second orgasm from you. You’re unable to focus on his eyes, your gaze growing hazy again as the waves crush over you. Osamu fucks you through your high, his hips snapping more and more hungrily against you.
It seems like he isn’t able to contain himself anymore. His grip on your hips gets harder as he increases his pace. The room is filled with the slapping of him against you, the squelching sound of your pussy drowned out by the sounds of pleasure leaving your mouth. 
He hooks your legs over his broad shoulders to plunge deeper inside of you. The change of position is nearly too much for you. His dick hits that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust as his balls slap against you lewdly. You hold onto his flexing biceps dearly, desperately even. 
His fucking is ravenous, the desk knocking against the wall behind it repeatedly.  “Osamu” you whine, trying to get him to notice it. But he doesn’t. You try to focus your gaze on him; his jaw hangs agape, his eyes half-lidded, fixed on your breasts bouncing with every one of his thrust. 
His thumb finds your clit once again. The stimulation has your pussy spasming around him once again. “Fuck Osamu” you whimper. “Too much, too much” you whine, trying to squirm away, the pleasure almost unbearable. But he doesn’t give you a chance, he is relentless. 
“One more, baby. One more” he demands, never slowing down his pace, while his slippery fingers abuse your sensitive clit. 
You whimper, feeling tears forming in your eyes from the overstimulation.
“I know you can.” He mutters, almost deliriously. 
And you can; although you’re worn out from your preceding orgasms. But he draws another one from you, your pussy spasming around his throbbing dick, clamping down greedily. You moan and whimper as honey curses through your veins. Osamu follows right after, spilling his hot cum in you as a deep groan falls from his parted lips. 
You feel his dick pulsing inside of you as your pussy milks him dry. Then he pulls out of you, painting your folds white with his spent. You wince when a string of his hot cum lands on your puffy clit. 
Your gaze grows clearer again and you watch Osamu standing above you, his chest rising and falling with his labored breath. The fucked-out expression still lays on his face as you sit up and his hands cradle your face. He presses a soft kiss on your lips. Then he pulls away, putting a stray piece of hair behind your ear. 
“Now I’m ready with work” he rasps. 
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heich0e · a month ago
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carry you miya osamu/f!reader (haikyuu!) part 1 in the bff!osamu series word count: 450 tags: childhood friends to pining, mentions of alcohol/drunkenness, osamu being an acts of service king
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"Stop yer wigglin'."
You kick your legs a little bit, just to spite the boy who's carrying you on his back--a large hand holding either of your knees while yours dangle over his chest, arms wrapped loosely around his neck.
"Samu, I'm cold," you complain, pressing yourself a bit closer to him to try and leech some of his body heat through the planes of his broad back.
"Samu I'm tired, Samu I'm cold, Samu I was put on this earth t'make yer life harder," the boy in front of you parrots back at you, his hands squeezing your knees gently which undermine his mocking with a playful affection.
"Nah, that was Tsumu's job. I'm just backup," you say as you tuck your chin over his shoulder. You can see his profile a little better like this, watching the lines of his face curl up into a wry smile.
"And here I thought now that scrub's off in Tokyo trainin' with the national team I'd get a break." Osamu snorts, hiking you up a little further on his back as he keeps walking in the direction of his apartment. "What the hell possessed ya to drink so much tonight anyway?"
"I was just having fun," you mutter, and though he can't see your pout you're sure he can hear it in your voice--he's heard it enough times over the years to detect it even without seeing the telltale purse of your lower lip. One of the many benefits of being friends since you were kids.
"That makes one of us," he quips, but you know he's lying. For all his complaints about carrying you home, you know he doesn't really mind, and that he'd had just as nice of a time tonight as much as you had drinking with some of your old friends from high school.
"I'm hungry."
"Of course ya are," he remarks with a laugh.
"What are you gonna cook for us when we get to your place?"
"Oh, I'm a personal chef now too? Being a human chariot wasn't enough, yer highness?" he drawls.
"Pleaaaaase, Samu?" you plead as he turns the last streetcorner ahead of his building--the entryway now in sight.
He sighs, but it's a sound as fond as it is exasperated.
"Fine, but yer doing the dishes."
You kick your legs again, squeezing your arms around his neck a little tighter. You know as well as he does that the two of you will probably pass out on the sofa before the dirty dishes have even been touched, and that by the time you wake up the next morning he'll already have them done.
It's just the way it's always been.
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ellewords · 6 months ago
inarizaki finds out about your crush on samu
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fic notes : miya osamu x gn!reader, fluff, fake texts / smau
from elle ! got myself into big samu brainrot so uhhh here hehe hope everyone is doing ok! had a lot of fun making this so let me know if you want something similar with a different character and ill see what i can do <3 reblogs are appreciated, they help a ton <3
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rinslove · a month ago
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pairing: osamu miya x gn!reader
warnings: strong language, pet names (1x sweetheart), one of them is a bit angsty.
autumn's note: the series is back! thought it was time i gave attention to osamu since i only ever give it to atsumu 💀
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rinphoria · a month ago
დ ft. miya osamu & gn!reader
დ wc: 3.9k
დ info & warnings: fluff, secrecy, misunderstandings
დ summary: after accidentally finding out about your boyfriend’s plans to propose to you, you anxiously await the moment.
დ a/n: based on this little blurb i wrote
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that’s probably why he wants to propose. that’s probably why he wants to propose. that’s probably why—
the words had been playing on repeat in your head ever since they slipped past atsumu’s lips. you could tell he was apologetic for not only the mistake he made in revealing his brother’s business but also for keying you in on something you weren’t meant to be aware of. despite his profuse and plentiful “sorry”s, it had been impossible for you to not think about osamu’s impending proposal.
even less so now that you were standing outside his restaurant.
the last time you’d been relatively nervous at or near onigiri miya was when you were stationed on the bench and waiting for him to close up for your first date. time passed by excruciatingly slow as you peeked over your shoulder every couple minutes to gauge whether or not he would be out any time soon. you’d been inside the establishment only a few hours earlier with some friends who wouldn’t shut up about how cute the guy with the black cap was. you couldn’t blame them; you thought the same thing. which is why you were so surprised when what you thought was harmless flirting with the entire table led to him pulling you aside and asking you to hang out that night. it was an impulsive decision for you to say yes, but you didn’t regret it in the slightest. the happiest two years of your life came as a result of your spontaneity. the nostalgia of that moment was hitting you at full force as you stood tentatively at the entrance of the restaurant, patrons entering with excitement and exiting with content smiles. the kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering around in your belly felt the exact same as they did that first night you spent with him.
you couldn’t loiter around forever, though, as you only had so much time before your coworkers were expecting you back with lunch. with a stabilizing sigh, you pushed the door open, the bell above it ringing to announce the arrival of another.
part of you was expecting osamu to welcome you at the door, after all, it wasn’t rare for him to be running the host podium. though, instead of being greeted by a familiar face, a girl sporting a black apron was seating the growing line of visitors. you never knew where you could find your boyfriend at any given moment—he hopped between helping out in the kitchen, handling business in his office, and even waiting tables; which is what he seemed to be busy with today. you always thought he preferred spending his hours in the back working with the food, but he was surprisingly adept at socializing with customers. that much was evident by the easy smile playing at his lips while he conversed with a group of older women just to the left of where you were currently positioned.
you were close enough to pick up on most of the exchange. he was dropping off the bill and collecting plates as they doted on him—going back and forth about how helpful and kind he had been while servicing them. a smile of your own stretched across your lips as you listened to their overt praise of your boyfriend. you told him how amazing he was all the time, but he deserved to hear it from other people, too.
“a handsome gentleman like you oughta be married by now.” one of the women pointed at his ringless finger as he reached for her empty cup.
your ears perked up at the lady’s words. to them, it must have been hard to believe that a successful business owner with a personality likeable to all wasn’t settled down already. you waited in anticipation for his reply.
“yeah.” he breathily laughed—not with ease; more bashful than anything. “i’m working on that.”
you could pick up the distant laughter from the women that sounded farther away than it truly was. you never doubted it when atsumu told you, but hearing it from osamu himself made it so much more real. too focused on your thoughts, you didn’t feel the presence of someone beside you.
“hey.” you almost jumped at the sudden voice but the familiar feel of arms wrapping around you and soft lips pressing to your cheek stopped you. he must have finished up his chat while you were lost in your thoughts. 
“hi.” you smiled, hoping it didn’t appear too strained. there hadn’t been a time where it had felt awkward to be around osamu but you were beginning to think that now might mark the first. as much as you wanted to remain your normal and composed self, the task was proving to be difficult.
“lunch run?” he asked, pulling away from you but keeping one arm wrapped around your waist.
“mhm,” you hummed.
he told you that he’d grab your order so you wouldn’t have to wait any longer in the line. you chewed at your lip as you gazed nowhere in particular in an attempt to think about anything but the proposal you should have been oblivious to. osamu was back in no time, placing the to-go bag in your hand and sending you off with another kiss.
the bell rang again as you departed from the restaurant. as if your mind wasn’t already in the gutter, you had something new to dwell on for the rest of the day.
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the aroma of breakfast cooking typically roused you from your slumber on saturday mornings, but rather than awaking to the scent of a freshly cooked meal, the hum of the television from the next room worked as your alarm. wiping any lingering sleep from your eyes and tossing the comforter aside, you stood up and padded down the hall to see what osamu was up to. through slightly bleary vision you were able to catch sight of him sitting on the floor in front of the couch, his eyes trading off between looking at the flat screen and the screen of his laptop. it wasn���t often that he handled work matters outside his office and during occasions when he did bring business home, he’d usually hunker down in the guest room that served as a workroom so he wouldn’t get distracted.
“good morning,” you called from behind the couch. you leaned over the back and squinted your eyes to get a closer look at his laptop. “whatcha looking at?”
tilting his head back, osamu flashed you a bright smile. his hair was messy and unbrushed and your hands were itching to neaten the brunette strands. he patted the space on the floor beside him. “come see.”
you rounded the cushioned furniture and plopped down next to osamu. you wriggled a bit before you were comfortably pressed against his side. the volume of the tv that was playing some competitive cooking show filled the otherwise silent room. with a satisfied sigh, you finally looked at the tab pulled up on osamu’s computer.
“houses?” you cleared your throat but it was too late to take back the crack that had broken it.
a hand ran lazily up and down your side as osamu nodded.
“how come? i thought you liked your apartment.” you crossed your arms and chewed at the inside of your cheek. you spent more time at his place than your own and osamu often called his apartment yours—the two of you were practically living together. and you loved it, being able to wake up beside him and welcome him home after a long day, but the thought of buying a house made you shiver. the nagging at the back of your mind that you had been trying so hard to ignore was resurfacing.
“i do,” he agreed easily. “but don’t you want to find a place to call a home of our own?”
“well, yeah...” at the beginning of your relationship, you could only have dreamed of this moment; house hunting with osamu. the thought made you giddy; picturing how beautiful your yard would look lined with colorful flowers, thinking about all the meals you and osamu could make in a spacious kitchen, imagining what the rooms would look like filled with photos and belongings of your own—envisioning a happy life with him. now that you were getting a taste of the experience, you couldn’t help but think about his plans to propose. if he was already searching the market for houses, it must have meant that you were quickly approaching his proposal. there was no time to enjoy what was right in front of you when you were too preoccupied thinking about osamu popping the question.
“hey.” he smoothed a hand over your hair and smooshed your cheeks together with his other. osamu hated seeing your eyebrows knit together in a frown. he couldn’t be sure as to why you looked so troubled, but he did know that he’d do anything to get your mind off of whatever was bothering you—even if that was the window displaying images of houses for sale. his lips met your puckered ones in a quick kiss before he continued. “no need to get the jitters just yet. we’re just scouting, nothing serious.”
it was clear that he caught onto your discomfort and his words were an attempt at ridding you of it. just because you were feeling awkward didn’t mean you had to put a damper on osamu’s hopeful mood. and he was right; it would take a lot more than a couple hours on a saturday morning to find a house that the both of you were happy with. there was no harm in just looking. you nodded with a grin, “nothing serious.”
“but,” he drew out the vowel, “i have been waiting for you to get up so i could hear your thoughts about this kitchen.” he clicked over to the picture showing off the kitchen of the listed house. “what do you think? pretty amazing, right?”
you couldn’t let your nerves ruin what was supposed to be an exciting milestone for you and your boyfriend. and how could you deny the man with sparkles of anticipation in his eyes? 
“if you like it, i love it.”
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spacing out is your new normal. it happens much more often than it ever did before a couple weeks ago. you’ll be at work, typing away on your keyboard, and your mind will drift. the next time you look at the document you’re working on, it’s filled with your written thoughts about being a spouse rather than the report you were meant to be filling out. you’d stare at your hands while loading the washing machine with dirty laundry, imaging what your ring finger would look like adorned with a metal band. it was only when you went to transfer the wet clothes to the dryer that you realized you accidentally mixed in colors with the whites. the growing mishaps had you wishing you were still gleefully unaware or led you to internally rushing osamu to hurry up and bend down on one knee. though, you don’t blame osamu for your wandering mind—how could you? it wasn’t his fault that his brother blabbed.
your life would be a lot easier if atsumu had a filter and kept his mouth shut. you had let him off the hook because his apology seemed sincere, but the moment that ring was resting easily on your fourth finger, he’d be getting a mouthful of choice words for causing you so much unnecessary stress.
even now, on what was meant to be a relaxing walk with osamu, you were too distracted to enjoy the cool breeze gently blowing against your face and the company of your boyfriend. the warmth of osamu’s hand enveloping yours was the only thing anchoring you to your environment, which is why you gasped when he tugged your arm to keep you from walking any further. you stumbled back on your feet, glancing over to osamu to see why he stopped you so abruptly. you weren’t able to ask before he started kneeling down.
it was as if time froze.
oh god, is he doing it here? now? in the middle of the sidewalk? of all the scenarios you had run through during restless nights, you had come to the conclusion that a public proposal was the least likely; osamu was an intimate man and you figured he wouldn’t want to make a scene. but more than that, he’d want the event to be exclusive to the two of you—no spectators or wandering eyes, something private; a memory that belonged to you and you only. the shock of not only his proposal but the execution left you reeling. heart thumping wildly in your chest, you willed your eyes to look down to your feet. your breath caught in your throat upon seeing that he was only tying his shoe. you didn’t know whether to breathe out a sigh of relief or scream in frustration at that fact you’d be waiting for you knew how long for the real thing to happen. again.
“you good?” osamu questioned with a frown as he slowly returned to a standing position. he’d been catching you with a crease between your eyebrows recently and despite your consistent reassurance that you were fine, the expression seemed to always find its way back to your face. he never wanted to be the overbearing boyfriend that crossed your boundaries by constantly hovering over your shoulder and badgering you to tell him how you actually felt. he trusted that if something was bothering you, you’d tell him when you were ready.
you had no intention of coming straight out and telling him that you were expecting him to give a sappy speech and pull out a velvet box. the entire reason you had been suffering silently was because you didn’t want him to know that you knew. you wrapped your hands around his arm and peered up at him with a tight-lipped smile. “yeah, sorry. i was just in my head when you stopped me, that’s all.”
he stared down at you and you could practically see the doubt swimming in his eyes. there was no way you could keep up this act without him getting even a little suspicious—your behavior was clearly stirring up some wariness on his end. you ignored the biting feeling that was telling you that osamu was onto you, meeting his gaze happily.
“okay,” he finally spoke up with a short nod.
“okay, let’s go.” you rested your head on his shoulder and squeezed his bicep in a gesture to keep moving. he obliged, the two of you naturally falling into step with each other and continuing your stroll through town. you pointed out a shop that caught your eye, one with mannequins set up in the window wearing some cute outfits. the weather getting warmer was a perfect excuse for you to stop by the boutique and shop around. maybe browsing and asking osamu what he thought about the clothes would be enough to get your head out of the clouds.
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“this place is really nice,” you commented, head turning to take in your surroundings as you sat down in the chair osamu pulled out for you. the most eye-catching characteristic of the establishment was the extravagant chandelier hanging from the center of the room. the crystal pendants glimmered when the lights hit them at just the right angle, highlighting the intricately carved art on the walls. individual candles were lit at the center of each table. you couldn’t put your finger on the scent, but you imagined it smelled amazing. even the silverware set out looked expensive. “are we celebrating something?”
you were caught off guard when osamu walked through the door earlier than usual, telling you to change out of your comfy clothes into something nice. it took a full-blown interrogation under the ruse of needing to know the dress code for osamu to come clean and admit that he was taking you out to dinner. it struck you as strange, though. your boyfriend was a chef at heart and loved trying out new recipes in the kitchen, excitedly standing by while you taste the dish and give him feedback. but on days when he was burned out from all the cooking at work, he’d ask you if you were fine with him ordering takeout. even on the days when didn’t want to cook but wanted to get out of the apartment, the two of you usually ventured to a familiar local spot, never anywhere that warranted more than jeans and a sweatshirt. him taking you to a restaurant so opulent must have meant it was a special occasion, right?
tonight had to be the night.
“no,” he took his seat across from you, laying the provided napkin on his lap before running a cautious hand over his hair. it was an unusual sight to see his hair slicked back, but some of the dark pieces strayed from the rest, swooping over his forehead and framing his face. he always looked handsome in your eyes but under the lights illuminating the room, he looked even more attractive. “i just wanted to treat you to a nice night.”
“that’s sweet.” you reached across the table to take his hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze and offering him a soft smile. what exactly did a “nice night” entail? dinner, dessert, and a diamond ring? you hoped he didn’t notice the tremors running through your fingers.
he returned your smile with one of his own, brushing his thumb across your knuckles. the two of you shared light conversation until the waiter arrived to take your orders and collect your menus. as smoothly as things were going, you couldn’t help but think that as time went on, you’d get closer and closer to that moment you’ve spent weeks waiting for.
“is something wrong?” osamu asked
“nope.” you shook your head. “why would something be wrong?”
“your leg keeps bouncing under the table.”
“oh, sorry, i didn’t even notice.” you pulled your hand back and rested your palms on your thighs to stop them from moving.
“look, babe.” osamu ran his hand down his face and sighed. you must have thought he didn’t notice that you were beginning to frown more, that you were sleeping at his apartment less, that you pulled away when he brought up the future—but he did, he did notice and he couldn’t let it go. “you’ve been acting different lately and i told myself i wouldn’t pry but it’s really starting to worry me. i just... was it something i did?”
“no! no, of course not.” you waved your hands back and forth frantically as if they’d physically disperse his word throughout the air—rid that ridiculous thought from his head. you wanted to grab him by the face and scream at him about how wrong he was, but you kept your hands folded in your lap, thumbs unconsciously twiddling.
“the truth is...” you chewed your lip thoughtfully, thinking of whether or not it was a good idea to finally tell him. you had good reason for keeping it from osamu, but now that you saw it was doing more harm than good, that he was blaming himself for you being distant, you recognized that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to keep him in the dark. you had to tell him—this whole debacle had gone on for far too long and it was affecting someone other than yourself. you took a deep breath before continuing. “when i went out with atsumu a couple weeks ago, we were just talking when he told me something he shouldn’t have. he said you were going to propose to me.”
osamu’s lips parted in surprise. it never crossed his mind, the possibility that you were aware, but now that he thought about it, everything made sense. well, mostly everything. you had answered his question, but it raised another, one that was more difficult to ask. “so have you been acting strange because you knew, or because you don’t want to get married?”
you knew it wasn’t his intention, but your heart broke a little at the fact that he even considered your rejection to be a liable prospect. and it cracked a little more knowing that your secrecy is what likely instilled that notion in his head. “it’s not that. i was just on edge because i didn’t know when it was going to happen—i was expecting it and every little thing set me off.”
he nodded slowly as he processed everything.
“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you earlier.” your voice was quiet and osamu could just barely hear it over the commotion of the dining area. “i didn’t know what to do when your brother told me and, i don’t know, i thought acting like i was clueless would be best. i didn’t want to ruin it for you.”
“you don’t have to apologize.” he placed his hands palms-up on the table and waited for you to set yours on top of his. you lifted them off your legs and gave them to osamu. he raised them to his mouth, kissing the back of each before meeting your gaze once more. “i’m not mad, i swear i’m not. you did what you thought was right. don’t beat yourself up about it.”
despite his understanding, part of you still felt as if the whole ordeal was avoidable. but if osamu wasn’t upset with you, there was no point in being upset with yourself. he wouldn’t want you fretting over it and you wanted nothing more than for things to return to normal. you smiled and huffed out a laugh. “i guess i ended up doing exactly what i was trying not to. did you have a backup plan in case i found out before you got the job done?”
“mmm, can’t say i thought about that. but i suppose i could just do it now. i don’t have the ring on me but there’s no reason to wait since—”
“are you serious?” you stared at him in disbelief. you’d spent the last several days walking on eggshells as though osamu would propose at any given moment, telling yourself that it could happen when you least expected it. still, none of those previous actions lessened the shock of osamu’s nonchalantly spoken words.
“completely.” he traced a line over your finger; the one that he ideally would have been sliding a ring on. it was far from how he imagined the scene would play out, but even without the defining qualities of the average proposal—the dropping down on one knee, the long heartfelt speech about how his life changed when you walked into it, the dazzling ring—everything about here and now felt right to osamu. “marry me?”
tears pooled in your eyes, threatening to spill over your lashline. you’d thought you had enough time to prepare for this—experienced enough scares to steel yourself from crying, but if this stretch of time had taught you anything, it was to expect the unexpected. the vision of osamu in front of you was slowly blurring with each passing second. you blinked, allowing the tears to flow down your cheeks and drip down your chin. you wanted to be able to see his face clearly when you gave him your answer. fervently nodding, you responded, “yes.”
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lunamochii · a month ago
3sum with them || Kuroo x f!reader x Bokuto, Hinata x f!reader x Kageyama, Atsumu x f!reader x Osamu
warning: not proofread, heavy smut, nsfw, MINOR DO NOT INTERACT, timeskip age for the hq characters, creampie, felatio, etc…
notes: This is originally a genshin men series but I thought that I barely write for haikyu now sooo here you are! I hope you guys will like it🤞🏻, ALSO PLEASE LEAVE SOME FEEDBACKS! REBLOG WITH TAGS PLEASE!
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— Kuroo & Bokuto
“Remind me not to make a bet with you two again..”
You let out a shaky when Kuroo thrust his cock back inside you once again, you heard Bokuto scoff behind you and bite down on your shoulder.
You three have been on that kind of relationship for 7th months now and you can say that, you are very ‘close’ with them. It all started when you playfully flirt with them when you interviewed them for your blog
“Lift your skirt for me will you, doll?”
You look at Kuroo who’s hair is a mess and his once buttoned up black polo is now open, you obliged to his request and he started pounding you. Making you lean on to his chest
“Geez not fair! Let me have some fun too Y/N..”
You put one of your hand on your ass cheek and grip on it, spreading it for the horny man behind you
“You can fuck my other hole, Kotaro.”
“Hell yeah!”
Bokuto kisses you on the lips as he plunge his cock making you grab tightly on Kuroo’s hair, pretty sure your body is going to ache tomorrow. You better go to a spa tomorrow..
— Kageyama & Hinata
“W-Wait—… kya! Nngh!”
Your hands rubs faster Hinata’s cock while Kageyama bang you from behind, his cock going so deep that his able to hit the entrance to your womb
“You feel so good Y/N… fuck!”
You look at Hinata and saw that his already on the verge so you rub him faster, your tongue licking his cock. Just when you were about to suck Hinata’s cock Kageyama pulled you up by using your two arms
“Hnngg! K-Kage— ahh! Ahhnn!~”
“Shit! Shit! You feel that Y/N? That’s my cock going so deep inside you”
Never on your wildest dream to hear Kageyama talk like that because his known to be a man of few words, plus his expressionless most of the time whenever his off the court
You felt a hand rub your cheeks and when you look up, Hinata is stroking his cock watching you get bang from behind. You open your mouth, let your tongue roll out, as you welcome his cock deep inside your mouth
“Pay attention to my throbbing cock too Y/N..”
Saliva dripping at the side of your mouth, your toes curling as Kageyama gave your ass a spank. Hinata holding the sides of your head as he fuck your mouth
Being their paid cum dump isn’t that bad at all, especially when the two of them gives you whatever you want.
— Atsumu & Osamu
Behind the close doors of Osamu’s shop is you rubbing his and his twin’s cock, your tongue licking the tip on Atsumu’s cock while your hand is busy playing with Osamu’s balls
This all started when Atsumu saw you getting fuck by his twin on the counter, you clearly remembered how Osamu didn’t pay no attention to Atsumu and continued to fuck you
You were begging Atsumu at that time to close the door afraid that some people will wak by and see you. Atsumu on that day too also wanted to join, Osamu looked at you asking if you’re okay with it
Ofcourse you agreed and that’s how you ended up being their girlfriend, so far in 9th month you guys have been together, there’s no problem and you hope it will remain that way
“Look at ya, yer juices is all over the floor Y/N..”
“Don’t worry bout that Y/N, Atsumu will be the one cleaning it.”
You didn’t pay attention to their bickering and started sucking Osamu’s cock, while your hand is rubbing the other twin’s cock
“That’s enough… come here, baby.”
Osamu pulled you up and kisses you on the lips, his tongue sliding in, your arms clinging at the back of his neck
You felt Atsumu lifting you by both of your legs with not putting much that effort, Atsumu’s cock going inside your butthole so easily, Osamu’s cock sliding inside your pussy smoothly
“Hold her properly Tsumu… fuck..”
“I-I am.. holy shit Y/N!”
Your hands held tight on Osamu’s hair as you rest your head on Atsumu’s shoulder, they are both moving at the same time and it sends you off like crazy
“Atsumu! Osa-mu! Hnngg! Ahh ahnn~ s-slower guys— ugh!”
“Can’t do~ y’know I can’t fucking go slow when you’re this good. Hm fuck open your mouth babe..”
You did as what Atsumu said as he suck on your tongue, sliding it in as you twirl your tongue on his.
Your body twitches when Osamu reach down of your breast, his other hand groping and flicking your already hard nipples
“You always love it when you’re trap in between of our chest, right? No wonder your pussy is squeezing my cock, sweetheart..”
No words are forming on your brain, your eyes rolling at the back of your head. You felt then thrusting faster and faster, harder and harder that by the time they came inside you, your body were twitching like crazy
Your voice so loud that you won’t mind if somebody comes and checks in, all you can think is for more that you taunted them
Which ended up with you getting fucked dumb again but this time, you’re spread out like a whore on the floor.
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youta · 3 months ago
"did you eat my food?"
osamu, your roommate, looks at you with squinted eyes from behind the fridge door. for a second you are confused, but you quickly realize; the bowl of cooking you ate last night was his after all.
"uh, no?" you ask back, occupying yourself with the glass of water you are holding. you know you are fucked, but it's worth a try.
“so it just disappeared?” he raises an eyebrow, and closes the fridge. you just shrug your shoulders, almost feeling bad as he takes out the instant noodles from the cabinet, and makes it as a last resolution.
the next day, you are standing in the kitchen once again, but now stirring a pot on the stovetop. osamu kept complaining about his “magically disappeared” meal ever since it happened, and it kind of made you feel guilty.
so, here you are, looking at the recipe of his favorite dish and trying to make it perfectly. of course, it's one that actually requires some cooking skills, which you happen to be lack of. you sigh in frustration, focusing deeply, and don't even hear the approaching steps.
"what are you doing?" he asks, walking up to you. he stands with his back facing the countertop, both of his hands placed on it.
"cooking," you mumble, stating the obvious. he looks at the pot slightly confused, then quickly recognises what you're trying to make. he lets out a small chuckle, and pushes himself from the counter.
he grabs some things from the fridge, and he instructs you on what to do. you start chopping up the onions, but he quickly stops you.
"no, no, do it like this," he says, placing his hand on yours to show you the proper way. he probably doesn't even realize his actions, but suddenly he's standing behind you, trying to help. the closeness of his body leaves you flustered, but you try your best to pay attention to what he's saying.
this is how the next hour or so goes by; you mess something up, he laughs at you, you get mad, and he teases you about it. after all, eating his food didn't end so badly.
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ohanadaa · 2 months ago
It was he who put his heart and soul into fucking you mindless with his tongue.
Until you were numb, dumb and reduced to nothing but a pile flesh and bones.
Then he proceeded to dip his wet muscle into your cunt, drawing lewd sounds from your lips that happened to turn him on so much.
You mewled and gasped and tangled your weak fingers in his hair, only to push his head down further into your heat, he chuckled and happily complied.
His tastebuds absorbed your slick like a sponge.
It was he who got mean when you said you wanted to please him, too.
Harshly gripping onto the soft flesh of your thighs and pinning you roughly back onto the sheets, his mouth remained romancing your cunt and the words this isn’t about me, princess could be seen seething out between his teeth.
This went on for hours, until all you could see was white and the feeling of his cock entering your caverns. 
Gojo, Ushijima, Iwaizumi, Choso, Megumi, Tendou, Oikawa, Naoyasu, Terushima, Toji
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arhvste · 3 months ago
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“sorry.” suna sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as you stared down in disbelief at your boyfriend osamu, his head laid down on the table as he giggled and spouted nonsense to himself. “how much did he drink?” you pinched the bridge of your nose, frown deepening by the second. “i don’t think you wanna know.” suna awkwardly laughed refusing to meet your irritated gaze.
huffing, you strode over to your drunk 6’4 boyfriend who still had yet to notice your presence. “we’re going.” you tapped his shoulder, and ushered him to get up quickly to which he refused. gasping, heat rushed to osamu’s face as he took in your pretty features. “well hey you.” he giggled childishly causing you to groan.
osamu was a clingy drunk but only when it came to you. despite acting like it was love at first sight everytime you’d come to pick him up from drinking, your boyfriend would only ever pay these compliments and cling onto you, nobody else would suffice and while you found it endearing, it was 2am and you didn’t have the patience to play into osamu’s scripted drama tonight.
“i’m the prettiest person you’ve ever seen before and you’re in love with me, yes i know, now lets get moving.” you sighed yet couldn’t hold back the small smile tugging on your lips. heaving your boyfriend up, you nodded a ‘thanks’ to suna as he smiled. “thanks, i would help you but…” you laughed and waved him off signalling it was okay. if suna were to help you move osamu to your car, your boyfriend would sulk and refuse to move until anyone but you were holding him. even beyond drunk he was still possessive over you which you strangely found security in.
dragging the restaurant owner to the passenger seat of your car, you heaved out in relief. his weight was finally off of you and after battling him into his seatbelt you practically jumped into your seat out of both accomplishment and excitement as the reunion between yourself and your bed was now one step closer.
before you could slam your foot down to accelerate, you felt something hit your shoulder causing you to flinch out of surprise. “‘m sorry.” you heard a mumble as osamu buried his face in further to your neck. “it’s okay.” you reassured him, gentle hand reaching up to stroke his hair for a few moments.
“i just love you so much but make you come out and get me, i’m a bad boyfriend.” you laughed, body turning to face his properly. “you’re not a bad boyfriend at all.” you hummed, the desire to get home as quickly as possible now put to the side. “you cook nice food for me, you make me coffee every morning exactly how i like it, you help me keep our home clean, you always make me feel good about myself and us, you’re a great boyfriend samu.” you felt hot breath against your skin as osamu sighed out of relief into your neck. “promise?” “promise.” you nodded, body leaning back to coax him off of you.
placing his hand on your thigh to keep some sort of contact with you, your boyfriend leaned back in his seat, eyes soft as he gazed at you lovingly. “i love you.” he muttered, voice thick with exhaustion. “i love you too,” you replied, key turning to start the engine. “even if you do irritate me.”
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cafedanslanuit · 8 months ago
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- ̗̀ i heard from a friend of a friend that dick was a ten out of ten ̖́-
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day ten strangers ft. miya osamu [haikyuu!!]
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☄  tags/warnings: +18, afab + she/her reader, stranger sex, protected sex, semi-public, begging, pet names, fingering (f receiving), big dick osamu ofc, against the wall, riding, mentions of cheating and alcohol, p with plot
☄  words: 2.9k
☄  a/n: am i... an osamu fucker? apparently!
☄  masterlist
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“Wait, I know that guy.”
You turned your head, not really interested in who your friend was talking about— until you saw him. Broad shoulders in a white t-shirt were the first thing you noticed about the man your friend was talking about. A baseball cap on his head and worn-out jeans didn’t really get anyone’s attention. To be fair, you hadn’t even noticed him before your friend discreetly pointed at him.
“He’s my roommate’s boyfriend— well, ex-boyfriend,” your friend snorted. “After the shit she pulled this morning…”
“What happened?” you asked.
“I found her crying after my morning class. Our dorm was a mess and she was walking in circles, sobbing because he wouldn’t take her calls. Apparently, he came over and found her in bed with another guy,” she grimaced. “Tried to comfort her and shit, but she really lost a good one. I mean, he’s really, really cute. And once she told me he had a big d—”
Loud laughter erupted from your table as one of your other friends smacked her on the shoulders.
“Hey, that’s what she said, not me! I only met the guy a few times when he came over. He was very kind and— you know what? Fuck her, why is he the one alone at a bar right now? No, that changes now.”
You watched your friend as she stood up and walked to the man. They exchanged a few words and your friend pointed at the table you and the rest of your group were at. He initially shook his head but the moment your friend stood up, you knew he was done for— your friend was known for being relentless.
Just as you thought, a few moments later the guy was walking towards your group following your friend. He pulled a chair from another table and sat beside you, a strained but gentle smile on his face as everyone greeted him.
“Girls, this is my friend, Osamu. He has this really cool restaurant downtown. I think it was, uh… Onigiri Miya? Is that right?” she asked as she turned her head and looked at Osamu for confirmation, to which he nodded.
“Oh, I know that place!” you said. “I was there a couple of weeks ago. The vibes were really good and the food was too.”
Your words made Osamu’s grin relax.
“Well, thanks,” he said, his brown eyes setting on yours. “Always nice to hear good comments about your job.”
“I mean it. I even got some dumplings to go and finished the whole box in one night,” you chuckled.
Embarrassment hit you right after the words left your mouth. However, before you could say anything more, Osamu let out a loud laugh, showing his perfect white teeth and damn— he really was handsome.
“And that’s even higher praise,” he admitted and you smiled back, feeling heat rising to your cheeks.
Osamu held your gaze for a moment and then looked back at the other girls as he eased himself into the conversation. All of them were smart enough not to bring up the topic of the cheating, and the longer he spent talking to them, you noticed his shoulders relaxing and his laughs becoming more spontaneous.
You found out he used to play volleyball in high school and that he had a twin brother that still played professionally. It made sense, you thought, as he had an athlete’s body and he seemed to be really strong if the muscles of his arms and thick thighs were any indicator. It was easy to joke with him, jokes were shot back an forth like you had been friends for a long time.
Each time you took a sip of your drink, your mannerisms started getting more flirty. Light touches on his forearm were followed by him pushing your hair away from your face as you spoke, and you weren’t quite sure if he was meeting your advances or just trying to be nice to the girls who had invited him to their table.
If you had turned your head to your friends, you would have seen them sharing knowing looks at yours and Osamu’s behaviours. However, it was pretty hard to look anywhere else when a handsome man like him was playing with your hair.
You were resting your chin on your palm, looking at Osamu as he shared this high school anecdote when you saw the smile from his face fall. Furrowing your eyebrows you looked around, trying to see what was happening, but nothing seemed to catch your attention. You turned to your friend, who had the same expression full of dread on her face.
“Shit,” she whispered, taking a sip of her drink. “Man, I swear I didn’t tell her you were here. I know she fucked up with you, I wouldn’t—”
“Yeah, it’s okay,” Osamu said with a half-hearted shrug. “It’s on me for not going to some other bar.”
The pieces fell together in your head, soon realizing what was happening. Osamu looked down at his hands, a straight line on his lips as he figured out what to do next. He evaluated his options as the baseball cap shielded him from being found, even if it was for a little while.
You followed your friend’s gaze until you noticed a girl who was clearly looking for someone, her head turning in every direction as she walked idly around the bar. Even if you knew close to nothing about her, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach boil with anger at what your friend had told you. Sure, you also didn’t really know Osamu, but you did know that, if you didn’t want to be with someone anymore, it was always better to dump them rather than cheat on them.
“Hey,” you said, putting your hand over his forearm to catch his attention. Osamu turned his head to you. “Are you sure you don’t want her back? Like— really, really sure you don’t want to fix things?”
His face turned into a grimace. “Of course not, why would—”
“Just follow my lead,” you whispered. Osamu only got to furrow his eyebrows in confusion before you crashed your lips against his.
His initial shock only lasted a couple of seconds and soon you felt his big hand cradling your face as he kissed you back. His other arm went to rest on the small of your back and oh God— your head was getting cloudy at the way he was kissing you. There was something inherently passionate about the way he held you firmly yet moved his lips so gently against yours.
You laced your arms around his shoulders and Osamu took it as a sign to pull your waist closer to his body. The smell of his cologne filled your senses paired with the dissonance between the roughness of his palms and the way he held you dearly. The rest of your friends and everyone at the bar disappeared as you felt his warm tongue teasing your bottom lip. Osamu swallowed your soft gasp and then chuckled against your mouth, sending a bolt of pleasure between your thighs.
“And… she’s gone.”
Your friend’s voice made both of you pull away with a smack sound. Both Osamu and you were catching your breath, the realization of your actions falling on your heads as you started hearing the background music on the bar once again.
“Yeah, she left pretty quickly after that,” another one of your friends added and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. It felt recomforting when Osamu joined.
“Wouldn’t surprise me if she tried to come again and, if I’m honest, I don’t wanna see her again ‘til I go back to my room. How about we hit a club? I could use some dancing. Wanna join us?”
Osamu shot you a look before looking back at your friend.
“It’d be my pleasure.”
It shouldn’t have been surprising that barely fifteen minutes after you had arrived at the club Osamu was kissing you roughly inside a bathroom stall. His hands were on your ass, supporting your weight while your legs were around his waist. Long gone was the way your tongue teased you at the bar, it was now inside your mouth, colliding with yours with such dominance you couldn’t help but surrender.
“You’re so pretty,” he grunted as he lowered his lips to your neck. He bit down on your skin, eliciting a moan from you. His hips immediately bucked against yours and the outline of his hardening cock against your clothed cunt made your eyes roll. “Shit, you can’t do that to me, princess. Can’t sound that pretty before I even do anything to you.”
His words did nothing but increase your arousal and you were quite sure it was on purpose. You grinded on his crotch as he worked on your neck, not recalling the last time you were this needy for someone. You knew nothing about Osamu but his name, that he was nice and had a good dick, and that was if you chose to believe your friend’s words. How was it that now every part of your body screamed for him to keep touching you?
Pushing you further against the stall, Osamu moved one of his hands to your core. He cursed under his breath as he noticed how damp your panties were.
“Please,” you whimpered, making him raise his brown eyes at you. “Please, touch me.”
Osamu took one moment to appreciate your needy expression before kissing your swollen lips. He set your panties aside and circled your entrance a couple of times, gathering wetness on his fingers before pushing them inside.
“Like this, love?” he asked, and you weren’t sure if it was his fingers or the pet name that made you moan and nod your head.
“Yeah, like that,” you cried against his lips. “Just like that, fuck—”
Osamu broke the kiss, his lips ghosting over yours as he watched your every expression as he fucked you on his fingers. The hand that had gently caressed your face not even an hour ago was now knuckles-deep on your pussy. The roughness paired with the size of his hands were sent from heaven and you never wanted him to stop.
A loud cry left your lips as he curled his fingers right on your sweet spot, blurring your vision for a couple of seconds. Osamu smirked as he watched you slowly break and pressed a couple of sweet kisses on your cheek and jaw. You clutched on his shoulder harder, trying to buck against his fingers.
“Think you can take me now?” he asked against your ear and you nodded frantically.
Osamu carefully lowered you down on the floor. You watched him as he started unbuckling his belt and— how did he manage to make it look so sensual? He removed his wallet out of his back pocket and took out a condom, holding it between his teeth as he put the wallet back.
His eyes were set on your as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear, erect cock springing out free. That was when you realized all the compliments you had heard about it fell short. It was thick, slightly curved and with a length that made your legs clench in anticipation. Definitely the epitome of a good dick. The hair around it was short and neatly trimmed and you wondered a second what it would feel to have your nose pressed against it.
“Love?” he asked, tilting his head to the side with an amused smirk. Your eyes immediately raised to his face, realizing you had been ogling at his cock without a care.
“Yeah?” you stuttered, feeling your face burning with embarrassment.
He took a step forward and pressed you against the stall again, taking the condom wrapper from his mouth. His hands travelled under your dress and he hooked his fingers on your panties.
“Can I?”
You nodded, watching him lower your panties down your thighs. Osamu crouched as he slid them through your knees and calves, all the way to the floor until you stepped out of them, his eyes never looking away from your face. He stood up and hung them on the door lock behind you.
He ripped the condom wrapper and put it on, and you did your best not to be so evident with your stares. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure everything was fine before his hands were on you again, grabbing you from the back of your thighs and holding you up again against the door.
Osamu held you with his left hand as he used the other to rub the tip of his cock on your core. You moaned as he teased you, sliding it against your clit and then circling your entrance.
“Osamu, please,” you whispered, wanting to feel him inside as soon as possible. Watching your pleading features, he nodded as he pushed himself inside.
Your gasp was overthrown by the loud groan that left the man’s lips as he entered you. He cursed, his forehead falling on your shoulder before he pulled away almost all the way and thrusted back in. Both his hands were on your ass, squeezing you hard as he started a slow rhythm.
The burn of the stretch felt delicious, your body taking him eagerly. The low groans against your neck only riled you further, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he was giving you. You loved how he was strong enough to hold your body as he fucked you, his pace picking up rather fast. The door where he held you against made a sound with each of his hard thrusts and you were sure anyone that entered the bathroom could get a pretty good idea of what was happening inside the stall, despite the loud music muffling most of yours and his moans.
One of his thrusts was angled straight to your sweet spot, making you cry out in pleasure. You clawed your nails on his shoulder, feeling your body break around him.
“Osamu, fuck—” he raised his head to see your face and God, he looked beautiful. His pupils were dilated and his lips red and swollen, a dazy look on his eyes as he looked at you, expectantly. “I wanna— I wanna ride you, please, let me ride you.”
His lips crashed against yours, kissing you roughly as his hands squeezed your ass. He pulled your bottom lip with his teeth as he muttered words you couldn’t quite comprehend. You were quite sure you could identify “fuck” and “pretty”.
Not letting you back on the floor, Osamu held you as he put the lid of the toilet down and sat on it. Once you were straddling, you wasted no time and took his cock, guiding him to your entrance. You lifted your hips and then slowly lowered them, feeling his girth stretch you once more. It felt more intense, and once you bottomed out, out felt him even deeper than before. He must have felt the same, as he threw his head back with a groan once he was all the way inside.
You put one foot on a pipe near the toilet to give you more leverage as you started fucking yourself on his cock. Osamu’s hands went to hold your waist, supporting you as you bounced freely, your hands setting on his shoulders. Your lips were parted as you whimpered and cried, losing control by the minute and feeling you would reach your sigh any second.
“Fuck, love, I don’t gonna last much longer like this,” Osamu groaned, his hands tightening the grip on your waist. “You’re almost sucking me in— shit.”
You started moving even faster, the friction between your clit and his pelvis bringing tears to the corner of your eyes. Osamu came first, cursing as he thrusted his hips up. His orgasm face was so damn pretty and paired with the way his dick twitched inside you, you reached your high as well, a high-pitched cry as you let yourself fall on his chest. Your hips moved in a forward and backwards motion, riding out your orgasm as you milked Osamu’s pretty cock each time your walls clenched around him.
He put his arms around you, holding you as you started coming down from your high and finally stopped grinding on him. You raised your head to look at Osamu. His face was glistening with sweat, mouth slightly open as he tried to catch his breath. When your eyes met his, he chuckled, eliciting a smile from you.
“Would you think I’m bullshitting you if I said I don’t usually do this?” he asked.
You pursed your lips, looking around as you pretended to think it through.
“Not really,” you said. “But what if I told you I usually do this? That I spend all my Friday nights picking up sad and hot guys from bars?” you shot back, a teasing grin on your face.
Osamu laughed and fuck— why did you want to say something else just to hear his laugh again?
“I’d say I’m quite grateful tonight I was the chosen one,” he replied, pushing a bit of your hair away from your face. “And I’d ask you to come by the store some other time. I know the owner, I can get you some of those dumplings you like.”
“Oh, you know the owner?” you asked, raising your eyebrows with a grin. “Is he cute?”
“Well, what can I say,” he said with a shrug and a smile dancing on his lips. “I think he’d like you.”
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