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if your body matches what your eyes can do

note: so i have been writing this for my friend nicole and it has taken way too long; i really hope you all like this :))

pairing: osamu x meian

cw: a lil bit of angst, body image issues, blow jobs, anal sex, spit kink, daddy kink, slight praise kink

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34272175

Osamu does not want to be at this club. His jeans feel too tight and he is hyper aware of his stomach poking out just a bit too much for his liking as he notices all the thin, buff, and fit men surrounding him in the club. I should leave soon; he thinks this as he crosses his arms over his chest looking out over the crowds of people to watch his twin grind on his boyfriend. A pang of jealousy that makes him feel sick to his stomach flashes through his chest. Atsumu’s T-shirt is a little tight and rides up every now and again showing off his muscled abdomen. Osamu feels terrible comparing himself to his brother because Atsumu needs to be in shape for his job and Osamu doesn’t.

The comparison is unfair and he knows this, but he cannot stop thinking about it. He thinks about all the people he’s looked at tonight and tried to hit on, and how they gave him a once over and dismissed him. He crosses his arms over his chest and hunches slightly, trying to make himself smaller. His hands move to fiddle with his drink in front of him as he tries to keep himself out of everyone's way. He stops moving when a big hand slams down on the bar next to him, making him jump. Osamu looks up to see one of the men from Atsumu’s team, although for the life of him he can’t remember the man’s name.

The man’s dark hair is slightly mussed from dancing and his button-up shirt is stretched across his massive chest. Osamu’s breath is caught in his throat as he tries to say something, anything to get this man’s attention. The dark-haired man yells a drink order to the bartender over the music and then looks down at Osamu.

“Hello, you’re Miya’s brother, Osamu, right?” His voice is a deep baritone that reverberates and sends shivers all the way down to Osamu’s toes. And holy shit the hot guy remembered his name.

“Yeah,” he replies, blushing and just a bit breathless, “I’m sorry, I never caught yer name.” He feels stupid because he was too caught up in himself to remember any of Tsumu’s teammates' names.

“I’m Meian Shuugo,” Meian answers, his smile never faltering. However, Osamu’s blush deepens because he should have remembered this man’s name because he is the captain of the MSBY Black Jackals.

“Shit, I feel dumb. I should have remembered you, captain.” Now it’s Meian’s turn to blush. He’s cute like this, Osamu thinks, he’s really hot too. Osamu’s thoughts screech to a halt, however, when Meian leans in close to him, his eyes darkening.

“I liked hearing you call me captain, but if you don’t want me to take you home don’t do it again,” his gruff voice makes Osamu swallow a whimper before speaking again.

“Are you sure, Captain?” he draws out the last word, leaning close to moan the word into Meian’s ear. Osamu hopes he looks as hot as he wants to look for this buff ass man. Meian’s eyes darken more as he leans forward closing the gap between the two crashing their lips together.

The kiss is a desperate action, filled with teeth and tongue like they’re teenagers. Osamu’s arms reach up and around Meian’s neck pulling him closer as the man settles his huge hands on Osamu’s squishy thighs. He tries not to cringe at the feeling of someone touching the fat on his legs, losing himself in the kiss. After a minute they break apart panting slightly.

“So,” Meian starts, face flushed, “my place or yours?”

“Yours, Tsumu is staying at mine.” Meian laughs while nodding in agreement.

“You were quick with that,” his voice is nearly too much for Osamu to handle, his heart thundering in his chest threatening to break out.

“Yeah, well, it’s been a while,” Osamu replies, a little breathless, trying to contain himself.

“Their loss.” Meian grabs Osamu’s hand leading him to the exit.

As soon as the cool air hits their faces Meian is pulling Osamu in for another desperate, hungry kiss. One of Meian’s hands is holding him in place by the back of the neck, the other is working its way to Osamu’s ass, kneading and grabbing at the soft flesh. Osamu whimpers into Meian’s lips, wanting and needing more than they can do on a sidewalk in the city. Thankfully, Meian had enough foresight to order an Uber that is pulling up to where they are on the sidewalk.

They clamber in still holding onto each other like they are each other’s last connection to the physical realm. It’s a ten-minute ride to Meian’s place, and Osamu can hardly wait, but the longer he sits in the warm car the more aware of himself he becomes. He doesn’t usually do this; he’s not the type to go home with some guy he basically just met. And he keeps growing more and more aware of how heavy his stomach sits against his body. He is so aware of it, and he’s growing so close to panic until Meian’s lips pull him out of his thoughts.

It’s not the same hungry kiss from the sidewalk; this one is sweet, soft, and slow. It pulls him in and feels like coming home. When they pull apart Osamu isn’t left panting and begging, he’s staring up into Meian’s face with a look of wonder.

“You looked a bit too in your head,” Meian whispers to Osamu, bringing his hand to Osamu’s thigh to caress it in such a calming way. Osamu melts into Meian’s touch and body.

“Thanks,” Osamu is breathless. He doesn’t get the time to say anything else because they are pulling up to Meian’s place, and thanking their driver as they rush through the cold air to the door. Meian already has his key out when they reach the door and as soon as they set foot inside Meian’s lips are on Osamu’s, effectively pinning him against the wall. They struggle between kisses, pulling their shoes off, and trying to discard any outerwear before they make their way into the house proper.

Osamu is tangling his legs with Meian’s seeking as much friction as he can find, chasing his high. Meian gripping Osamu’s body with his huge hands makes Osmau feel so small. Meian’s hands have found their way to his ass again and he’s hoisting Osamu up, leveraging underneath his thighs. Instinctively Osamu wraps his legs around Meian’s waist; however, he also voices a protest.

“Meian don-” Osamu is cut off by a growling voice.

“Call me Shuugo,” Meian’s tone comes off softer than a growl should.

“Shuugo,” Osamu whispers it so reverently, like a prayer. He shakes his initial shock off to get back to his original thought, “Please put me down. I’m too big.” Meian levels him an unimpressed stare.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Meian orders, he’s so convincing Osamu’s spine snaps up as straight as he can manage, “Do you think I’m weak and I can’t lift you?” Osamu blushes at his words.

“That’s not what I was saying, but guys like me aren’t small enough to be picked up and tossed around,” his voice is tinged with embarrassment as he tries to avoid outright explaining his insecurity.

“Who told you that?” Was the only thing that came out of Meian’s mouth. “If you like to be picked up and tossed around you don’t need to be a certain size to enjoy that.” Meian’s find themselves pressing against Osamu’s rapidly heating cheeks, slowly making their way down his neck to his chest. Meian adjusts his grip on Osamu before moving them away from the wall and walking them to his bed.

When they reach his room, Meian deftly flips the light switch on and drops Osamu softly onto his bed. Meian pulls his shirt up and over his head, throwing it onto the floor behind him. Meian leans forward to kiss Osamu again, and their lips crash together again with Osamu moaning into Meian’s mouth. Osamu’s hands are traveling up Meian’s chest, tracing the broad planes and feeling every glorious inch of the man in front of him. Meian has the same idea, and his hands are working themselves underneath Osamu’s shirt trying to pull it up. Osamu can’t help but pull away, tugging his shirt back into place.

“I can just take my pants off,” Osamu says his voice laced with shame, “Most guys don’t want my shirt off, or if you want me to take it off we can turn the lights off.” He’s trying to pass it off as lighthearted but his voice keeps pitching due to his nerves.

“Are you okay, you seem like you’re not doing okay…” Meian’s tone is concerned, and Osamu almost breaks down right there. His concern sounds so much like he cares about Osamu beyond fucking him, and Osamu doesn’t if his heart can take that.

“I’m totally fine,” he says, like a liar, “It’s just in my experience, most guys aren’t too into big hairy chests, so we just turn the lights off and ignore it.” The look on Meian’s face is incredulous.

“Well,” Meian starts, shaking his head, “Then most guys are either stupid or blind.” It’s Osamu’s turn to be surprised. “I think your body will be amazing no matter what because I think you’re amazing. You’re bold and sweet; I really can’t imagine not wanting to see any part of you.”

“Fuck, of course, you’re perfect.” Osamu feels a lump begin to rise in his throat because he knows he’s about to self-sabotage. “Of course you’re perfect, and then there’s me. You know how weird we looked leaving the club together, most people will think you just have, like, a weird fetish for fat, chunky guys. And I’m just the guy who was lucky enough to land a chance with you.” Osamu can feel the tears welling in his eyes, as he prepares himself for Meian to come to his senses and ask that he sees himself out.

“I’m the lucky one,” Meian whispers, barely audible.

“What?” Osamu sniffs. Meian clears his throat.

“I’m the lucky one,” Meian says louder, “You looked like you were about to leave, and by some wild chance, you stayed. I didn’t want to miss my chance with you, and I was so nervous that you were going to leave. You didn’t even know my name, but that’s fine because we’ve never really met in person, I’ve just seen you so much on Miya’s Instagram.” Osamu is staring at him like he spawned a second head and four more arms.

“Wait,” Osamu’s voice is shaking, “You thought you wouldn’t have a chance with me?”

“I thought you were going to leave and would have to wait another few months before I saw you again… I thought if we hooked up, it might make you want to stay. But it seems more like I’m making you uncomfortable and you don’t want to do this with me. I’m really sorry for what I did to make you uncomfortable.” Meian just looks so earnest that Osamu can’t help it.

“I thought you wouldn’t like me because I’m fat,” Osamu confesses. “You aren’t making me uncomfortable, every other person I’ve slept with I guess convinced me that no one would want me if I’m not thin or muscular. It’s nothing you did, it’s just all in my head I think.”

“So what if you’re fat? It’s not a bad thing…You get to be soft and sexy.” Meian tone is insisting that he is right, and it’s so convincing. “I wouldn’t want you any way other than how you are right now.” Osamu’s lower lip trembles at Meian’s words; of course, he had to be so perfect. Osamu’s chest is tight and he hates this feeling, it would have been so much easier if Meian would have just shut the light off or asked him to leave.

“I’m sorry.” Osamu just wants to cry. Fuck, why did he have to be so nice?

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” Meian leans in and kisses him so softly like he’s scared Osamu will try to make a run for it. “If you don’t want to do this anymore, we can leave off here and just hang out or whatever you feel comfortable with.” Osamu wants to kiss him again; kiss him so fucking senseless that neither of them will be able to remember their names.

“No,” he says softly, “I want to keep going. I really do.” Meian smiles at his words before leaning forward and enveloping him in a hungry kiss. Meian’s hands are cupping Osamu’s face while Osamu’s hands worry at the hem of his shirt before tugging it upwards.

They break apart for Osamu to pull his shirt up and over his head, dropping it next to him on the bed. Meian sucks in a breath, looking at Osamu’s now exposed chest. Meian’s hungry look sends heat pooling to Osamu’s stomach as he surges forward, wanting, needing more of everything Meian is willing to give him.

“Fuck,” Meian’s whisper is reverent, “How are you so perfect?” Osamu feels his whole body blush as his hips are stuttering trying to seek any friction they can find. Meian tugs Osamu to the edge of the bed, getting down on his knees in front of him. Meian’s hands and lips are everywhere, whispering quiet praises about how perfect Osamu is and how much he can’t wait to fuck his perfect ass. Osamu is so painfully hard as Meian kisses down his chest, moaning as Meian’s mouth inches closer and closer to his clothed cock.

When Meian reaches the waistband of Osamu’s jeans, he looks up at Osamu with questioning eyes, making sure he wants to continue. At Osamu’s nod, he fumbles with the button and zipper of Osamu’s jeans, tapping Osamu’s thigh for him to lift himself off the bed slightly so he can pull the jeans down to his mid-thigh before Osamu is struggling to pull his legs out the rest of the way. They make eye contact while Osamu is battling his jeans, and erupt into soft laughter as Osamu finally breaks free from his denim prison.

Meian is quick to lean down and mouth at Osamu’s underwear-covered cock, a wet patch forms as Osamu whimpers at the contact.

“Please, Shuugo, need you,” Osamu keens as Meian turns his attention away from Osamu’s cock and back to worship every inch of Osamu’s torso.

“Just a minute, baby,” Meian says against his soft stomach, looking up at Osamu, “I want to soak up every perfect inch of you.” Fuck. Meian works his way down to Osamu’s thighs biting and kissing the plush skin there. Meian was mumbling some nonsense about how sexy and perfect Osamu’s thighs are.

By this point Osamu has had enough; he uses both hands to reach out and cup Meian’s face forcing him to look up at Osamu. He begins to stand, forcing Meian to follow suit and stand up looking down slightly at Osamu. Osamu pulls him in for another searing kiss; his hands immediately going to undo Meian’s slacks. Osamu can feel Meian cock twitching beneath the fabric.

“It’s my turn,” he whispers against Meian’s lips, cupping Meian’s cock through his boxers. Meian’s body shudders against Osamu’s, anticipating what is coming next.

Osamu maneuvers the huge man so his back is to the bed and pushes him down into a sitting position. Straddling Meian’s lap, he leans forward to kiss him and grind down against him. Meian’s groan sends a shudder through Osamu’s body, and he grinds down more wanting to feel more.

His mind keeps demanding more, more, more where Meian is concerned. When they finally break apart, Osamu begrudgingly lifts himself out of Meian’s lap and works Meian’s boxers off. Meian’s flushed, leaking cock slaps against the broad planes of his stomach when Osamu finally works the waistband far enough down. Osamu involuntarily licks his lips as he stares hungrily at Meian’s cock, thinking about how he desperately wants that in his mouth.

He really does want to tease Meian the way he teased Osamu, but he can’t bring himself to do it, not with Meian’s cock sitting there in front of him just begging to be sucked. Osamu brings himself down so he is at face level with Meian’s cock before taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the precum slicked tip. Meian throws his head back and groans, threading his fingers through Osamu’s silvery blonde hair before thrusting shallowly into Osamu’s throat. Osamu tries to relax his throat enough to take Meian’s massive length deeper into his throat, but he’s just so thick and it’s making Osamu’s eyes water as he stares up at Meian with his eyes wide.

“Holy shit,” Meian groans, “Fuck, you look so good like this. A good boy on your knees for me.” Osamu hums around Meian’s cock, as he palms himself listening to Meian praise him. He’s fumbling with his underwear trying to pull it down while trying to suck the man in front of him deeper into his throat. Osamu wants to pull every glorious noise out of this man if it’s the last thing he ever does. “Fuck I’m close. Please let me fuck you.” Meian’s voice is so raspy and gruff that Osamu almost cums on the spot.

Osamu hollows out his cheeks in response, sucking harder and making Meian’s hips buck up forcing his cock further into Osamu’s tight heat. Osamu pulls off, and kisses the tip of Meian’s cock as he maintains eye contact with the panting man in front of him.

“You did such a good job,” Meian’s hungry look hasn’t left his face, “Open your mouth for me, baby.” Osamu’s lips part and Meian leans forward spitting into Osamu’s waiting and eager mouth. Meian hand reaches out to grip Osamu’s chin, while he holds the spit in his mouth. Meian’s tongue licks its way past Osamu’s pliant lips. Their tongues intertwined mixing the taste of Meian’s cock and spit. After a few seconds, they part. Meian gives a big theatrical swallow before saying, “Delicious.” Fuck.

“Please,” Osamu whines, “please fuck me.” Meian stares down at his beautiful face, eyes watering and cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. Meian bites back a groan at the sight and steels himself for what he wants to see this man do.

“I don’t think you want it enough,” Meian says, “Beg for it,” Osamu whines staring up at Meian with big eyes. Osamu’s hands work themselves up to his chubby stomach and smooth over his nipples, making him gasp. Osamu twists and pulls at his nipples, moaning lightly. Meian’s cock twitches at every sound emitting from Osamu’s mouth as he fondles himself for Meian’s eyes only. Osamu inches closer, hoisting himself up to straddle one of Meian’s thighs.

“Hng, daddy, please,” Osamu’s hips begin to move as he rides Meian’s thigh, “Please fuck me, daddy,” Meian growls deep from within his chest, but he holds himself still watching this beautiful man fall apart with nothing but his thigh. “Fuck, daddy, pleasepleaseplease.”

“Do you think you deserve my cock?” Meian murmurs into Osamu’s ear, “I think you could get yourself off on just my thigh, like the perfect little slut you are.”

“Please, no,” Osamu keens, “I need your cock.” His hips grind down harder on Meian’s thigh, a wet patch forming where his cock is leaking. Meian’s hands grip Osamu’s plush waist, fingernails sinking into his soft skin creating indents.

“You can cum, Osamu,” Meian whispers, and it’s like that was what Osamu had been waiting for. His release coats the inside of his underwear as he comes with a whine, his hips still working and grinding against Meian’s thick, muscled thigh. Meian whispers, “Good boy,” against Osamu’s neck.

Osamu’s weight collapses against Meian’s chest as he catches his breath, Meian smiles down at him, as his hands' ghost down to Osamu’s underwear. Meian pushes past the elastic band and drags the underwear down as much as he can before he has to pat Osamu’s upper thigh to get him to stand so they can get him out of his underwear. Osamu groans as he stands, still leaning as much weight as he can against Meian.

“Do you still want me to fuck you?” Meian asks. Osamu nods as a shudder works its way down his spine. Meian adds, “I don’t hear you.”

“Yes, daddy. Please fuck me,” Osamu’s voice is slightly hoarse. Meian smirks, maneuvering Osamu onto the bed so he can grab the lube out of the nightstand. Meian gets back on the bed, hovering over Osamu and kissing him. Osamu’s hands immediately rush up and tangle in Meian’s hair, scruffing it up more than it already was.

They break apart as Meian clicks open the bottle of lube, slicking up his fingers as he leans back to line them up with Osamu’s twitching hole. Meian pushes one thick finger past the tight ring of muscle, marveling at how Osamu clenches around the intrusion and moaning through it all. Osamu’s hips move of their own volition, grinding back onto Meian’s finger trying to feel him deeper. Osamu’s desperate little cries and panting fill the room.

“Please, I need more,” Osamu begs, wanting, needing more. Meian doesn’t bother answering as he forces another finger inside of Osamu, relishing in the sounds Osamu makes as he gets filled more and more by Meian’s fingers. The fingers working Osamu’s hole open, scissoring him open a bit more before adding a third finger. Meian forces his fingers even deeper, finally brushing the bundle of nerves nestled inside Osamu, making him nearly scream in pleasure.

“I wish you could see how perfect you are right now,” Meian nearly growls, “It’s like you were made for me.” Osamu’s arms can no longer hold his front up, collapsing as he arches his back more for Meian. Meian’s other hand reaches up to squeeze Osamu’s ass, loving the way the other man’s skin reddens and the glorious sounds Osamu makes when Meian squeezes too hard. He smacks Osamu’s ass, watching the soft flesh jiggle while Osamu quietly moans.

“Please, Shuugo,” Osamu moans, “I can’t take it anymore. I need daddy’s cock.” Meian smacks his ass again.

“You need more?” Meian teases, head still spinning from hearing Osamu moan his name, “Does a slut like you need more to fill you?” Osamu just moans, but Meian is beyond caring as he pulls his fingers out so he can use more lube to slick up his cock.

Meian gives his cock a couple of strokes to fully cover it before lining himself up with Osamu’s winking hole. Meian begins to push in, groaning a quiet fuck as he pushes into Osamu’s still tight heat. He gives a few shallow thrusts, trying not to cum seconds into fucking Osamu.

“Ahn, harder, please,” Osamu demands, grinding his hips back. Meian is so entranced, he can’t even consider reprimanding Osamu for anything. His mind is blank with pleasure as he pulls almost the whole way out before slamming back in.

“Is this enough for you?” Meian demands roughly. Osamu’s reply is incoherent pleasured babbles that Meian can’t even begin to comprehend.

Meian looks down at where they are connected, almost dizzy with pleasure. He decides the most amazing sight on the planet is Osamu’s ass jiggling with each hard thrust into him.

“Fuck,” Meian groans, “ I can’t fucking get enough of you. You’re so perfect.” He wraps his arms around Osamu’s chest, grazing his nipples and making the other man unabashedly moan. Meian pulls Osamu to his chest so they’re both upright, with Meian still pounding into Osamu as the other man whimpers at the stretch of himself around Meian’s thick cock.

Osamu’s head falls back onto Meian’s shoulder as Meian’s hips begin to slow a little but reach deeper. His soft babble drive Meian crazy, as Osamu begs for something harder and deeper. Osamu’s babblings quiet to soft whimpers, as his eyes begin to glaze over in pleasure.

“Yeah?” Meian whispers to the fucked out man on his cock. Osamu clenches around him as he mumbles something slightly coherent. “What was that?” Meian asks, his voice smug.

“I want you to cum in me,” Osamu slurs, “wanna feel you.” Meian’s grip on Osamu tightens. Shit.

Osamu turns slightly and their lips crash together in a near-violent storm of moans and teeth. Meian fucks harder into Osamu, feeling that heat pooling in his stomach. He’s getting closer and closer, spurred on by Osamu’s whimpers of I’m close, and please let me cum.

“Osamu,” Meian pants, “I want to feel you cum on my cock. Now.” Osamu shivers and clenches at Meian’s demanding tone. His cock twitching and spurting thick ropes of cum as Meian fucks him harder through his orgasm.

Osamu’s body is practically jelly as Meian fucks into him chasing his own orgasm. He groans Osamu’s name as he spills into him, fucking Osamu like he’s Meian’s personal fleshlight.

“Fuck,” Meian groans as he pulls out, watching his load spill out of Osamu’s clenching hole and listening to the younger man whimper. Meian leans down to Osamu’s ass to lick up what is spilling out, relishing in the soft moans that still escape Osamu’s raw throat.

“You really are perfect,” Meian says as he leans forward to tenderly kiss Osamu’s cheek. Osamu is already drifting off as Meian asks, “Please stay a little longer?”

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