orimiya

[orimiya]

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choose your own series!

⟢ featuring : suna rintarou x fem! reader.

⟢ summary : after receiving a message from your ex-situationship, you decide to accept his invitation and pay him a visit. the things that he reveals has you shocked, confused, and almost hurt— how do you respond?

don’t blink ⊹ chapter one ⊹ series masterlist

after a long while (thirty seconds and a ‘please’ from rin) of debating, you decide that it should be fine if you pay the man a visit. i mean, sure, the two of you used to fuck around and you might have had a teeny, tiny crush on him— but that was years ago. nothing bad can come out of a smal meeting, right? well, you try to convince yourself of that as you get into your car and click in your seatbelt.

the car ride to suna’s apartment isn’t too long— or maybe it just felt short due to the almost dreamy state you’re in. it’s been a while since you’ve done something like this. driven to his apartment, even taking the time to adjust your hair before getting out of your car and taking a few steps until you reach the building’s front door. soon after you let him know you’re here, suna steps into view and lets you in— and you swear you need to physically force yourself to keep your feet anchored to the ground. did he cut his hair? it looks really good— hold on, what? okay, enough of those thoughts.

“hey.” suna breathes, his gaze scanning over your form. his expression is nearly unreadable— it always has been. but you find yourself quite annoyed at that fact today.

“hello.” you greet, shifting slightly. suna catches the look on your face. he knows you’re a bit nervous, maybe even regretful, but chooses not to comment on it as he steps aside to let you step inside. you look good, he thinks. very good— but suna feels that anyone would notice that. your beauty is hard to miss; even if you’re a bit dishevelled from a long day at work.

now, you find yourself sitting beside him on his expensive couch in the middle of his fancy apartment he’s bought with all the money he made from volleyball. things are different— very different, but you can’t help but feel nostalgic with him beside you.

“so…” he starts, lifting an arm to rest on the couch beside you. his pointer finger lightly taps against the edge. the man lightly chews on his lower lip, before letting out an exhale. “..i’m sorry for ghosting you.” suna says, sneaking a glance at your through his peripheral before looking away again. “i felt bad,” he adds— an attempt to justify his actions. “i thought that i was leading you on— um, i guess i was… but…” suna trails off, his leg twitching slightly. he’s restless and he’s uneasy, but he guesses he owes it to you after basically ditching you.

“why are you telling me this?” you ask, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest that forms after hearing his words. no, no— you recall your best friend’s words from a few years back: ‘stand on business, babe!’ yes, that’s right! why are you letting this man come back into your life and jumble things up— shake your heart and make your dizzy?

“i just wanted you to know— you deserve to know.” suna tries, brows pinching at the way your expression twists. this isn’t going the way he wanted it to go. should he show more emotion? or keep up the nonchalant attitude he loves to put on. he clears his throat. “and.. i miss you. i miss.. us?” he’s so bad at this— so bad at explaining how he feels.

you stare back at him, silently contemplating on what to say in response to such an unexpected (and sort of unnecessary) revelation.

[orimiya]

EX BOYFRIEND, OR NEXT BOYFRIEND?

ex boyfriend! michael kaiser ⊹ reader

part one. — (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) — blue lock masterlist.

⟢ synopsis : the professional and widely known football player, michael kaiser, is your ex boyfriend— your very desperate ex boyfriend. nobody believes you until they see the many, many screenshots.

⟢ warnings : mentioned of suicide, ness mention again, might be ooc im sorry!, creepy ex behaviour but that’s okay, times aren’t important, lmk if there’s more :)

🍙 — orimiya original

[orimiya]

ahhh im too shy to comment but I would kill for you to make boss!osamu a series, it was so so sooo good and really well written

hehe, don’t worry!

i actually have a boss!osamu series in the wooorrksss! and i’m considering doing a part 2 for my recent post :P

[orimiya]

“ SECRET SATISFACTION! „

boss! osamu miya ⊹ fem! reader

⟢ synopsis : when osamu’s wife can’t please him properly, he decides it’s time to visit his cute employee for a satisfying release instead.

⟢ warnings : probably ooc, smut, timeskip! osamu obv, osamu is married, cheating, fem!reader, creampie kinda, fingering, pretty mild.

⟢ 2.4k ⟢ au masterlist

you’ve always been osamu’s favorite employee, with that sweet smile and unshakable determination to be work the hardest you can. you’re a valuable asset to the onigiri miya store; and osamu wouldn’t trade you for anything.

throughout the time you’ve known your boss and have been working for him, the ring on his finger is obvious. it’s a simple band— a wedding band— that glints nicely under the store’s lamp. osamu miya seems like a very good husband. he rarely takes off his ring, and he’s often seen talking to his wife behind the counter. the sight has you absolutely swooning— your boss looks so in love! you let out a dreamy exhale, eyes sparkling at the sight of him giving his wife a soft, goodbye kiss before she leaves.

you’re too busy in your thoughts to notice the way his eyes darken as soon as her back is turned to him.

and soon enough, you’re back to work. same old, same old. not that you hate the routine that you and osamu have built— in all honesty, you love it. you love the comfort.

but would it be wrong for you to wish for something different? one night, after a long day at work, you lay in your bed. today was quite long, with many customers coming in thanks to atsumu visiting the store. it’s late, and your limbs are sore— usually, you’d fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. but there are many thoughts swimming through your mind. they are unfair thoughts, and you know it. no employee should harbour a crush on their boss, let alone their married boss. but osamu is just so kind, so helpful… and the way his hand feels when he guides yours to teach you some new cooking techniques has your heart racing.

you squeal, rolling over in your bed and burying your face into the soft plush of your pillow. you kick your legs lightly against the mattress, unable to stop your lips from curling into a smile at the thought of your boss.

after a long while of daydreaming, you finally drift off to sleep.

the next day comes along before you know it— and to your displeasure, you slept in. you yelp as soon as your sleepy eyes catch sight of the time, and rush to pull yourself out of bed. nearly tripping over your (very comfortable) bedsheets, you rush to your closet. the rest of your morning is a blur of a rushed hair routine and trying your best not to ruin your lipstick as you swipe it over your lips. your shoes are clumsily put on, and you barely manage to grab your bag and coat before you’re running out the door and making your way to osamu’s store. you live a short walk away, so hopefully you can make it there at a reasonable time. not on time, but not overly late… osamu won’t mind, will he? he’s very nice to you— and you don’t think he’ll hold it against you.

but this morning, osamu isn’t in the best mood. his night was less than stellar, that’s for sure— and for a quite… unique reason.

you see, recently, osamu has found some trouble in really getting in the mood during sex with his wife. he’s not sure why, but no matter what she does; he just doesn’t enjoy it like he used to. maybe it was that increasingly bitchy attitude, or that new guy-friend of hers that she insists isn’t even into women. whatever it is, it’s causing osamu to be dissatisfied with his time in the bedroom. and by extension, with his wife.

so, this morning, after yet another failed session in the earlier hours, osamu felt his heart sink when he didn’t see you at the store. and he really couldn’t help the way his brows pinched when you messaged him frantically, apologising for being late. normally, he wouldn’t mind. osamu, being the kind boss he is, would’ve assured you and said that it ‘happens to the best of us’. but, not today. instead, he just sent a simple thumbs up and tapped his foot against the floor as the first customer stepped inside.

you arrive at work after the fourth customer, huffing and puffing as you make your way to the counter. most of the day goes by fairly smoothly— but you’re nervous. osamu seems unusually restless. is he upset about you being late? when your break rolls around, you finally have the time to worry about it. should you apologise? maybe buy him some chocolates and give them to him tomorrow? wait, how would that be perceived by his wife— he’s married! no, no, no… you can’t be thinking about your boss like that now! you lift your gaze, looking back at osamu as he sits opposite you in the employee’s only lounge. the man raises a brow, meeting your eyes and you freeze. now’s the time to apologise, right? you exhale through your nose, swallowing the last of your lunch.

“um.. i’m sorry for showing up to work late this morning.” you say quietly, hands fidgeting with the fork you had been eating with. osamu just hums, and his own, much larger hand reaches out to gently stop the fidgeting. he leans slightly closer, his eyes locked with yours.

“don’t be so nervous.” osamu says, his tone gentle. “it’s alright.” he adds— though, something feels a little off. like there’s something more he wants to say. he parts his lips, and you can’t help but lean closer, hoping to catch whatever words he’s about to share with you. however, before you can really understand what he’s saying, osamu’s words are drowned out by the sound of the door opening and his wife stepping in.

“babe, you just wouldn’t believe what happened at work today—“ she pauses once she sees the position you and osamu are in. the man just lets out a sigh, giving your hand a light pat before putting on a smile for his wife. to any normal person, it would look like a regular smile. but you know what it really is— the typical ‘customer service’ smile. the kind that never really reaches his eyes. you can’t stare for too long, before you’re picking up your plate and rushing back to work. why would osamu be like that around his wife? for as long as you’ve known the two, you could’ve sworn that his smile was genuine. lovesick, even.

as much as you’d like to continue pondering about that topic, you realise that there is still quite a lot of work to finish. so, you hurry along with it and push through until the end of the day.

osamu lets out a long exhale, flipping the sign to display ‘closed’ before he turns around to face you, his sweet employee. you’re just as pretty as ever, he thinks. even if you’re worn out and tired from today, osamu still sees you as beautiful. he always has, he realises.

now that he thinks about it, he really should have waited longer before marrying his wife. waited until he was really sure about her. because that shy smile you give him is enough to will his feet to bring him closer, closer, closer, until he’s standing in front of you. that woman is finally gone, and it’s just you, and him.

“y’know, i was interrupted earlier.” osamu mentions quietly, his gaze dropping down to meet with yours. he’s a bit taller than you— the height difference is definitely there.

“were you?” your voice is soft. very soft. and that’s enough to have osamu melting, leaning down so that his lips are beside your ear.

“yes.” he murmurs, his warm breath gently brushing against your earlobe. he’s close— closer than what would be appropriate for a boss and his employee. but you’re not sure if you care at the moment. “wanna know what i was gonna tell ya?”

you can only nod, your throat dry as his hand reaches out for your wrist. and just like that, he’s guiding you out back and into the employees only room. your heart races, cheeks feeling warmer than ever. osamu is usually very polite— and he still is now, but something still feels different.

and something definitely was different. because it’s not long until osamu has you bent over the lunch table, your work pants unbuttoned and pushed down. his hand slips down, one thick finger hooking under your panties and tugging them to the side where he can look down at those glistening folds of yours. osamu hums, moving to gently rub your slit, relishing in the sound that escapes your pretty lips.

“are you— oh, are you sure we should be doing this?” you ask, voice muffled and weak against the wooden surface he’s almost pressing you against. this isn’t allowed, he’s your boss— he’s married. but you immediately fold when his fingers slip inside.

“mhmm.” osamu hums, slowly dragging his digits in and out of your pussy. his free hand moves, gently massaging the fat of your hip, before drifting down to your ass. “‘course ‘m sure.” he adds, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your neck. “jus’ be a good girl for me, yeah? yer boss has just been a lil’… pent up lately.”

and those are the last words you can really remember him uttering before his fingers slip out, and he’s rubbing his weeping tip against your entrance. it’s big— you can tell that he’s definitely packing down there. but you don’t have time to really debate just how big until he shows you, pushing his fat cock into you inch, by inch, by excruciating inch.

“‘samu,” you can’t help the whine that leaves you. your boss leans down, back heavy against your back as he bottoms out. “s-sssoo big.” the words escape your lips like a whisper, and osamu just presses a kiss to the side of your neck, a gentle apology for the pain.

his warm hand moves down, massaging the plush of your hips— an attempt to soothe you as he pulls out slowly.

and soon enough, osamu is thrusting in and out of you, lips against your shoulder. from this position, you can feel each breath he takes and each word that he says. it’s filthy, so filthy— the way his cock drags so deliciously out of your dripping pussy. he slams back in, a satisfied groan leaving his lips. his hand tightens around your hip, the pace of his thrusts quickening.

yes, now that osamu’s balls deep inside of you, feeling the way your walls tighten around him, he’s sure he should have waited longer before marrying his wife. because then it would have been much, much easier to make him and his sweet employee official.

but for now, he’s content with having you bent over the lunch table— no matter how filthy and unethical it may be. because all rational thoughts leave him when osamu feels himself getting close, your moans and mewls only spurring him on. he presses a kiss to your neck, and you don’t have to wait long until his fingers slip down, gently massaging your clit— and there we go, you’re cumming. hard. osamu’s release follows after yours, his hips snapping against yours as he helps you through your orgasm.

“mhmmm. there we go, sweet girl.” osamu whispers, pace slowing down to let you really feel how deep his cock reaches. you squirm slightly in response, which just makes osamu click his tongue and push you down with the hand that had previously been holding onto your hip. “nuh-uh. stay still, mkaay?” his words are drawn out in a way that has you reeling.

“mh- oh— ah, samu..” you try to muster up a response, but the way he speeds up his pace again has you dizzy. your ears are practically ringing, the only sounds you can really process being the deep rumble of osamu’s voice and the soft, wet squelches of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy. his next release comes quick— thanks to your sweet, mindless praises. you get more talkative over time, he notices. how cute. osamu groans into your neck, a hand moving up to squeeze your breast through your apron. the apron that has his brand on it. that technically means you’re his, right? the thought has osamu approaching his high yet again. osamu has a lot of missed orgasms to get back— and he’s glad that he’s got his sweet employee here to help him.

he’d be stupid to not notice your little crush on him. osamu has known for a while now; and in all honesty, he finds it adorable. the way you flounder when he flashes you a genuine smile, or when you subtly seek his praise. he loves it— he lives for it. sure, osamu has a wife at home. but he also has an employee who’s always there, ready to help him out and take a load off of his shoulders.

now, you’ll be taking a different sort of load.

because osamu spends the next forty minutes fucking you over that table, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as if you’re the one he calls his wife. and when he finally does pull out, his hands are gentle. he puts your panties back in place, smirking to himself as he watches his cum seep through the fabric. your boss helps you get your pants back on and in place, and he even walks you home.

“..you never told me what you were going to say.” you whisper finally, shifting in place as the two of you stand in front of your door.

osamu’s lips curve into a slight smile, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. he stays there for a moment, before saying a few gentle words and letting them linger there. “maybe next time.”

he pulls back, offering you a wave and a teasing wink before turning around and walking down the street. then in that very moment, you know that you’re hooked. and you don’t think you’re going to be able to just forget about this.

🍙 — orimiya original

[orimiya]

please make sure to vote on the poll before it ends 🩶 i’m planning on writing the next part soon! thank you c:

AND. . . he’s back.

choose your own series!

⟢ featuring : suna rintarou x fem! reader.

⟢ summary : after years of no contact, your ex situationship (fwb crush) finally sends you a message.

don’t blink ⊹ chapter zero ⊹ series masterlist

[orimiya]

BOSS! OSAMU MIYA AU

au masterlist ⊹ go back

⟢ playing favourites — series (otw)

synopsis : many regular workers often wonder what it’s like to be the boss’s favourite employee. and you have to admit— thoughts like those used to plague your mind. until osamu miya became your boss; suddenly, you don’t need to think about that anymore. because you are his favourite— you’re living in a reality you once thought was impossible.

⟢ secret satisfaction — oneshot — nsfw!

synopsis : when osamu’s wife can’t please him properly, he decides it’s time to visit his cute employee for a satisfying release instead.

[orimiya]

orimiya’s au masterlist

haikyuu

⟢ boss! osamu miya

⟢ nothing else :(

kuroko no basket

⟢ empty

blue lock

⟢ empty

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ꪆৎ ──── orimiya’s masterlist. < go back.

CATALOGUE. this is the haikyuu!! masterlist. i only write for the characters listed. smut will be tagged and labeled appropriately: do not interact with (or look) at any of that content.

ꪆৎ — do not copy, translate, or modify my writing. (this

includes feeding it to ai!)

character type: multi.

empty.

character type: tendo satori.

empty.

character type: ushijima wakatoshi.

empty.

character type: kuroo tetsuro.

empty.

character type: kenma kozume.

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character type: kotaro bokuto.

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character type: miya atsumu.

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character type: miya osamu.

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character type: rintaro suna.

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character type: shinsuke kita.

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ꪆৎ ──── orimiya’s masterlist. < go back.

CATALOGUE. this is the kuroko no basket masterlist. i only write for the characters listed. smut will be tagged and labeled appropriately: do not interact with (or look) at any of that content. extra; all smut will obviously mean that i’m writing for timeskip! versions of most characters. this includes my personal hcs.

ꪆৎ — do not copy, translate, or modify my writing. (this

includes feeding it to ai!)

character type: multi.

empty.

character type: aomine daiki.

empty.

character type: atsushi murasakibara.

too full of snacks.

character type: teppei kyoshi.

empty.

character type: ryota kise.

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character type: shintaro midorima.

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character type. kagami taiga.

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[orimiya]

EX BOYFRIEND SHENANIGANS

ex boyfriend! michael kaiser ⊹ reader

blue lock masterlist. — (˶˃⤙˂˶) — part two.

⟢ synopsis : the professional and widely known football player, michael kaiser, is your ex boyfriend— your very desperate ex boyfriend. nobody believes you until they see the many, many screenshots.

⟢ warnings : he’s lowkey obsessive, poor ness being roped into this, sort of stalking behaviour, times aren’t important, some swearing, lmk about anything more :)

🍙 — orimiya original

[orimiya]

ꪆৎ ──── orimiya’s masterlist. < go back.

CATALOGUE. this is the blue lock masterlist. i only write for the characters listed. smut will be tagged and labeled appropriately: do not interact with (or look) at any of that content. extra; all smut will obviously mean that i’m writing for timeskip! versions of most characters. this includes my personal hcs.

ꪆৎ — do not copy, translate, or modify my writing. (this

includes feeding it to ai!)

character type: multi.

empty

character type: isagi yoichi.

yapper bf - how to get your yapper boyfriend to SHUT UP in one simple, and easy step! - gn! reader - oneshot - short

character type: itoshi sae.

empty.

character type: itoshi rin.

empty.

character type: oliver aiku.

empty.

character type: ryusei shidou

empty.

character type: anri teieri

empty.

character type: michael kaiser.

ex bf shenanigans - smau - gn! reader - exbf! kaiser - stalkerish behaviour - mild swearing - times r unimportant - more on the post

ex bf, or next bf? - smau - gn! reader - part 2 to ex bf shenanigans - ex bf! kaiser - creepy ex behaviour - times r unimportant - rest on the post

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orimiya’s main masterlist.

⟢ haikyuu.

⟢ knb.

⟢ blue lock.

⟢ my aus.

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abt me: orimiya. previously tendokery. she, her.

⟢ 🍙 . seal lover - cake muncher - certified loser

i enjoy decorating my blog more than i do actually writing for it. half the time when i announce a series; it’s just because i had too much fun with the masterlist and got ahead of myself… but don’t let that fool you! i do write… sometimes. (๑>؂•̀๑)

⟢ 🐈‍⬛ . main masterlist - requests open - sideblog

just a disclaimer, this blog isn’t minor friendly (ᵕ—ᴗ—). i’m def planning on writing some nsfw stuff, and i don’t want to expose any children to that content. so please, be careful with what you look at or interact with on the internet. thank youu!!

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post from my second blog <3

AND. . . he’s back.

choose your own series!

⟢ featuring : suna rintarou x fem! reader.

⟢ summary : after years of no contact, your ex situationship (fwb crush) finally sends you a message.

don’t blink ⊹ chapter zero ⊹ series masterlist

[orimiya]

hellloooo everyone <3 i have a few good ideas cooking up in the oven at the moment… but i have no idea who to write them with 💔

please send character suggestions in my inbox! and i hope you have a lovely day :)

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masterlist.

it’s a well known fact to almost everyone that isagi likes soccer. once his mouth opens, it absolutely will not stop running until he’s done spewing his soccer facts, tips and tricks, rules, gossip, and whatever else the boy has to say about his beloved sport.

however, there is one way to get him to shut up— make him fall asleep.

it’s quite an easy feat. as he starts to talk, you know what’s coming— yet another passionate speech about soccer. but, you’ve discovered a way to combat this, with both parties still enjoying their time.

just place your hand on his head, gently guiding it down to your lap. isagi relaxes easily into your thighs, voice softened into a mumble as he explains to you the events of his recent match.

and soon enough, your boyfriend is fast asleep. isagi is smushed into your thighs, snoring away peacefully. you can only guess what he’s dreaming about.

🥐 — tendokery original

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🧁— blue lock (customer rating: ★☆☆☆☆)

reviews are appreciated, thank you!

> go back.

multi.

isagi.

how to get your boyfriend to shut his mouth (easy edition!)

sae.

rin.

aiku.

shidou.

barou.

anri.

kaiser.