#osamu miya fanfiction

[zorosprincess]

Betrayal

PAIRING - Miya Osamu x Reader WC - 1.4K GENRE - Light Angst not really Crack Fic lbr CW - mentions of cheating

"I'm sorry."

It was a whisper, a pathetic sentiment at the moment.

"Osamu, please, I'm sorry."

There was nothing else you could say. You knew that. You couldn't even look at his face. You looked anywhere you could besides him. Your fingers pulled lightly at a loose thread on the sleeve of your sleep shirt, the loose shirt that belonged to the man you currently couldn't look in the eye.

"S'that all ya have t'say?" The betrayed tone bled through Osamu's voice as he leaned against the wall across from you.

You were suddenly extremely aware of how uncomfortable your couch was in this moment. You averted your eyes again, focusing on the coffee table in front of you now. It was a pretty glass top one that Osamu and you had picked out together your first month in your little apartment together.

You almost smiled as you remembered how happy you and Osamu had been to decorate your apartment together. You didn't because you remembered that you were about to be in one of the biggest fights you'd ever been in with each other.

And it was your fault.

"What else am I supposed to say 'Samu?" There was nothing you could say.

"I didn't mean to?" You did mean to.

"I didn't know what I was doing?" You knew exactly what you were doing and how much it would hurt him if he found out.

"I didn't do it?" You both knew that wasn't true. You had been caught red-handed. He had walked into the room in the middle of it.

You sighed and hung your head again. Your eyes trained on the decorative rug under your feet. You slowly traced the design with your toe as you waited for him to respond.

"How could ya do that t'me?" His voice was soft and if you didn't know better you'd say he was about to cry. But you knew better and you knew that if Osamu was arguing with you and was going to cry, he'd wait until you weren't there. Thinking that crying would only make you feel worse. You could say that this time, you might deserve to feel worse than you already were. But he was always thinking about you. Even now. "I thought ya loved me y/n."

Your head shot up then, eyes connecting with his. His eyes were filled with genuine hurt and you could feel your heartstrings slowly snapping. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, his muscles tensed and if the situation was different, you would have been simply admiring how absolutely attractive he was and how lucky you were to have him around. Instead- "I do love you!" You shouted, unintentionally being louder than you meant. You quieted yourself. He didn't deserve to be yelled at. "I love you so much Osamu."

He scoffed a little bit, turning his head to look away from you. "Ya love me so much." He drew out the 'so' and you flinched a little bit at the sarcasm in his voice. Tone biting into you. "That's why ya went and betrayed me like this!" His arm flung out and pointed towards the evidence of your betrayal as he yelled. You bit your lip, shame filling you. "If ya loved me ya wouldn'ta done it!"

"I'm sorry 'Samu!" You shouted back, losing your calm composure. "I don't know what I was thinking!" You sniffed a bit and gestured randomly as you continued. "You just weren't around! And it had been so long!" You threw your head back and groaned lightly, shifting your volume back down. "I don't know, I just couldn't wait anymore. I'm sorry 'Samu."

You lifted your eyes back to meet his as he looked at you incredulously. "Are ya kiddin' me!?" He was pissed now and you almost regretted your outburst. Almost. "Ya couldn't wait!? That's yer reason fer betrayin' my trust!" He laughed then, not a happy one that filled you with joy, not like the usual way he did. A bark of a laugh, one filled with irritation and sarcasm. "This is the last straw y/n! We're done!"

Your jaw dropped then. Amazed at the words that had just come out of the mouth of the man you swore you loved more than anything. "You're joking." He shook his head and crossed his arms again, looking away from you. You groaned in irritation. "You're being dramatic Osamu!" You were shouting without regret now. "It's not that big of a deal!"

"Dramatic!?" He looked back at you, jaw dropped. "Ya cheated on me!"

You rolled your eyes then, the last bits of your apologies draining. "I did not cheat on you!" You defended yourself to him.

"Ya betrayed me!" He shouted back, flinging his arms around to emphasize his point.

You ran your hands over your face in exasperation. "Now you're just actin' like 'Tsumu." You dug at him and watched as his jaw dropped at you. If he wasn't betrayed before, he surely was now.

"How dare-"

You cut him off. "It was just food, 'Samu! I'm sorry!" You went to stand from your position on the couch finally, taking a step towards him.

He stopped leaning against the wall in order to step away from you. That hurt. "Just food! I wake up 'spectin' to see my beautiful girl cuddled with me and 'stead find ya out here eatin' without me!"

"I tried to wait for you!" You raised your voice again. "You were the one not waking up! I thought I could get away with it before you woke up!"

"Ya thought ya could get away with it!?" You cringed as he mimicked back your choice of words, a bad choice. He pointed back to the evidence of your betrayal - an empty take out bag that you had door dashed to your apartment with the instructions to not knock and only text so that you wouldn't risk waking Osamu. "Didn't even think to get me somethin'!?"

"I'm sorry! Let me make it up to you please." You lowered your voice and he let you step closer. "I'll buy you whatever food you want from wherever you choose for the rest of the day." You could see his body visibly relax a little as he started to calm down.

You looked up at him and tapped on his collarbone lightly, trying to get him to look down at you and stop looking over your head to avoid you and your remorseful stare. "Forgive me baby?" He grumbled as you leaned up on your toes and pressed a kiss to the base of his throat, your usual indicator that you wanted him to lean down for a real kiss.

"Three days." He bartered with you, finally looking down and catching your gaze.

You hummed in thought before shaking your head. "Two. Take it or leave it."

"Fine." He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer at last. "You drive me crazy." He mumbled the half-hearted insult and pressed a soft kiss against your lips before releasing you.

Now that you two were done arguing, you could take a moment to appreciate the way he looked as he stepped back. Shirtless (stolen by your form) with his sweats hanging low on his hips, hair still messy from sleep. You smiled as you caught his eyes linger on your bare thighs, right where his shirt ended. He only rolled his eyes and turned away when he realized that he'd been caught.

"So, are we okay now?" You sing-songed as he started to walk back to your bedroom.

"You're still y/n for the next two hours." He threw back over his shoulder. "You don't get to be called Angel yet."

It was your turn to have your jaw drop in shock. "You never deny me of cute nicknames! You can't do that!" You scrambled to follow after him, not being able to see the smirk creeping onto his lips at your reaction.

"Ya compared me t'Tsumu." He wasn't honestly mad about it anymore, but he would be lying if he said he didn't find it cute to watch you pout at not being called by your usual nickname. He'd ;et you off the hook later, and make up for it at length.

"I said I was sorry!"

a/n a rewrite of my first ever fic <33 i still love her

[kairiscorner]

Hiii can I request prompt 59 with osamu!

"ah, sorry, i... oh, your hand's really soft."

OFC DEAR SKSMJDKDKSJSISKDKEK i wanna eat him he's such a LOVER BOY but is very lowkey about it, so SHY AND ADORABLE I EKDKSJKWNSIEKEJEKEK

"your hands are so... warm."

a long day of volleyball practice and studying prompted you to ask osamu if he wanted to go get some soda with you at the nearest convenience store. he agreed, not that he had any reason to disagree, since you were only the cutest and sweetest person he has ever had the pleasure of meeting.

you two entered the convenience store, and like an obedient little puppy–or fox, rather–he quietly walked with you along the aisles of the store, listening to you as you spoke, nodding and shaking his head all sleepily, looking over at you with half-lidded eyes that were full of subtle adoration and love for you.

you spoke to him all about what happened today, about all the little things and the bouts of excitement and disappointment all throughout your day; it was the highlight of osamu's day to hear all about yours, really–and hopefully he wouldn't sound creepy if he were to admit that he gets a little sluggish when he doesn't get to see or hear from you at all from the day.

"hey, wanna try this one?" you ask him as he moves closer to you, looking over your shoulder to get a better look at the drink. "oh, as long as it isn't too sweet or strong, i'll take it." he said as you smiled. you two exited the convenience store and sat down at a nearby bench, just relaxing after a long day of work, studies, and practice. you rummaged in the bag, and you pulled out the drink you introduced him to. "here ya go, samu." you said as you handed him the drink, with osamu thanking you in a small mutter as he reached for it.

there was a split second when his whole body jolted up and froze–and it was in the very instance that his fingers were wrapped around yours. you didn't flinch, you found nothing wrong with the way he was holding your hand, you felt a little warmed up at the feeling, really. osamu blushes a bright pink when he realized just what the soft, gentle feeling was underneath his fingers was, and he tried pulling away, but his mouth ran quicker than his hand and his mind, and he blurted out:

"ah, sorry, i... oh, your hand's really soft..."

"you... really think so?"

"i-i mean... you feel... just right, i mean...!" he blurted out again, trying to cover up his embarrassing confession, merely blushing even worse while you stifled a giggle and smiled right up at the flustered, pink mess of the boy that he was. he could be serious, calm, and deadpanned at times–but around you, his one and only weakness, the only person who can pull him to be more expressive, emotional, and fired up at times–he can be a shy, cute little lover boy. and he doesn't mind getting used to being rattled by how much you make him melt, he adores being made into an embarrassed puddle of adoration and devotion to you, always.

[kairismess]

pocky challenge with him. (part 3).

osamu miya. — cookies and cream pocky.

osamu loves the taste of the chocolatey cookie bits and the sweet cream coating the biscuit... but he loves the taste of your lips even more. he may not seem like it, but osamu enjoys seeing you lose your composure as his seemingly calm face gets closer and closer to you. he wordlessly chomps down generous portions of the biscuit, his unfazed expression unchanging as his lips are only a hair's width away from you.

he bites forward, looking into your eyes as you get even more flustered and shy. pulling the remaining bits of the pocky away from you, osamu eats the biscuit up, kinda disappointing you because he hadn't kissed you... until he leaned over and pressed his lips against yours, pushing the piece of the pocky biscuit he was going eat into your mouth.

atsumu miya. — mango pocky.

atsumu loves being a teasing little shit, chuckling and pointing out how cute you look when pissed off at his smug grinning. he purposely takes big bites out of the pocky, and every time you pull away or back out, he insists on doing the challenge once more.

the blonde's determined to get a kiss from you, though he doesn't wanna be the one to initiate–he wants you to kiss him, he wants you to want to kiss him. after multiple failed attempts, his confidence slowly starts to wane as you show zero interest in kissing him.

until you break off a piece of the pocky again, and unexpectedly, you cup his face in your hands and kiss him, leaving him all red and pink, flushed–all the way down to his neck and shoulders.

bokuto kotaro. — almond crush vanilla pocky.

bokuto enjoys eating the crunchy biscuit, though he enjoys seeing your face directly across his when he's biting into it. he doesn't exactly know what's so challenging about eating up a pocky stick with you, but he does love seeing you stare into his eyes and get a bit shy when he's staring back at you with a sweet smile.

he swears the pocky stick tastes even sweeter now, and he doesn't know why! maybe he should share his pocky with you more often, though why do you look so sad when he lets you have the bigger piece when you're both finishing the pocky up?

[the-haikyuu-trash]

m. osamu || tranquillity

summary : in which (Name) throw curses at Osamu Miya for being the reason she’s in pain.

tags : pregnancy labor, (name) pushing out the baby, soft fluff, mentions of sex, cursing and crying, (name) being an absolute menace

a/n: don’t ask me why i created this, idk why, i dont have baby fever ok i just find it hilarious on tiktok when the wives are saying the most out of pocket words when delivering a baby 😭 anyways quick one shot because I haven’t written anything

Fat tears were strolling down (Name)’s cheeks and nothing hurts more for Osamu Miya to know he’s the reason for her pain.

“You did this to me!” (Name) screamed in pain, her hand curling around Osamu’s large one, trying to comfort his wife in labor, ignoring her iron grip that could tear out his hand away from his body, trying hard to supress the pain appearing in his features because (Name)’s obviously having it worse. Yes, she’s pushing that baby with all her might, trying not to dissapoint the doctors who’s helping her trying to get her baby out of her.

“You’re doing amazing, my love.” Osamu whispered, eyes looking at his wife’s feature, even she looks like a messy teenager who got her first heartbreak in seventh grade, she’s still so breathtaking especially she’s the one who carried his kids. Alas, even with words of encouragement, he married a dragon.

“Fuck you, Osamu! We’re never having sex again!” Another whimpered was dragged out to her lips, more fresh tears coming out. “Oh my God, this baby better be cute!”

“I can see the hair—!” The nurse exclaimed but (Name) was quick to retort. “I don’t care! Get her out, I don’t think I can do this anymore—“ another scream of pain shot out through the room. Yes, that’s the woman he married that he can’t help but smile at her lovingly, he wonders if their baby would look like him or her, but he hopes the baby would look like her mother, (Name)’s beauty is a timeless one that he wants their baby to have one, she could get his personality and torment her uncle Atsumu, that would be quite a sight. “Osamu, holy shit you better make me food after all this.”

“We’re about to meet our baby! Few more push, love, you can do it.”

Soon, a small cry could be heard and (Name) slumped down on the bed, exhaustion finally taking over her body. “I’m so proud of you.” Osamu said, his lips pressing her knuckles and (Name) finally calmed down, a tired but small smile graced her lips when she spotted the nurse placing the baby between her chest, she feels so small.

A peaceful feeling bloomed on his chest, seeing his daughter and wife, his family completed, he couldn’t help but fall in love again and harder for Miya (Name) who made his dreams come true, and he promised— all of her hardwork, he will make it up for them. His eyes searched for hers and she looked back at his grey ones with the familliar warmth and love, her hand never letting go of his.

“Look at her, she’s so beautiful.” Osamu whispers and (Name) hummed, eyelids growing heavy. “And heavy too, must got it from you.”

[admiringlove]

fishes of the same pond

synopsis. a book. a boy. a shelf at the empty side of the library. and a sweet little spin of fate with romance and some pining. what could go wrong?

pairing. miya osamu x gn!reader.

genre. one-shot; fluff; angst; strangers/idiots to lovers; college au; fake-dating au.

word count. 12.5k (i know, i’m sorry)

warnings. swearing; miya dialect lmao; reader and osamu are both idiots.

author’s notes. this fic follows the japanese school year, not to be confused with an american school year! goes from april to the next year in march, with breaks in between :)

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Your day was not going well. You overslept, the coffee shop was filled to the brim with teenagers(the barista said something about high schools taking a field trip to Tokyo), and you forgot to bring the printed copy of your essay into class for English. 

(You were lucky it was your best subject.)

And now here you were, the bell ringing as you packed up your laptop and textbook in your Economics class. You sighed, the weather was surely getting hotter. Soon you'd have to put the sweater vests you liked wearing in the depths of your closet and pull out t-shirts instead. Spring break had just finished, and here you were in your second year in college. It was April, and school had just started this month. 

You threw your backpack over your shoulder, brushing your hair away from your face with your hands as you walked down the stairs. You were going to head to the library now to finish up a few projects and get some reading done. It was usually fairly empty during this time of the day as classes just finished. People would start piling in here in an hour or two, so you think you'll have some free time before you can head to your part-time job. 

You hang your backpack by its straps on a chair before heading to a part of the library which isn't frequently visited. Your eyes dart around the section, and then you see it. You get on your tippy-toes, your hand touching the spine of the book. The glossy cobalt finishing of it feels good against your fingers. You huff as you jump a little, not being able to pull the book from its spot.

Who made these shelves? You think angrily, They're made for athletes and brutes, not for people with average height. 

You narrow your eyes, before jumping yet again. But then someone is behind you, and a larger hand is reaching for the same book you are. You turn around, confused and eyebrows furrowed. A boy with grey hair stands there, holding the book you want, as he asks, "The other one got checked out already, ya think ya can lend this to me for a bit?"

He's pretty, you ponder.

"I-um, I actually don't have much of it left to read. Only around twenty pages," you mumble, awkwardly fiddling with your fingers as you look at him. He's easy on the eyes, really. Hooded grey eyes that match his kind of disheveled grey hair, figure well-built, voice deep—

"Oh," he says, "I'll sit with ya then, you can finish up 'n I'll take it with me after. Sound good?"

You blink out of it, "U-uh yeah, sure."

Problem is, you have absolutely zero idea what he just said. He hands you the book, and you thank him before walking to your table in the corner. And he follows you. Your eyes widen when he sits on the chair in front of you. He pulls out his laptop before beginning typing, while you just sit there and watch him work. And for a second, his eyes drift from his screen to yours, "Aren't ya gonna read the book?"

(Why was he sitting here again? And why was his dialect so cute?)

You nod hesitantly, gulping on air as you pick up the book. How were you supposed to focus when a boy(who was so beautiful even the girls were probably jealous of him) sat in front of you and casually talked to you? It's not like this is your first interaction with a good-looking person, you've had plenty of them before. Hell, your best friends are some of the most attractive people you know. There was something different about this boy though, you feel like you've seen him somewhere and couldn't quite place it. You let out a shaky breath before finishing your book as hurriedly as you can.

And as you close it, he smiles at you. His flamingo pink lips curl, and he thanks you, "I'm Miya Osamu, by the way."

"[L/N] [Y/N]."

He nods, "Thanks, I'll see ya later."

You hoped not. This exchange was awkward enough already. 

The next day, you run into Miya Osamu.

Quite literally. You were afraid of being late for your English lecture because the Professor had told you that he was going to let you submit the essay you had forgotten yesterday. You were rummaging through your backpack, and then you bumped into someone's broad chest. And then you fell on your bum, in the middle of the fucking corridor. You get some stares from the people passing by. 

Why did today have to suck too? You mentally whine.

"Shit, 'm so sorry!" the person in front of you expresses, and helps you stand up. 

(Wait a minute. That voice sounds too familiar.)

"[Y/N]?" Miya Osamu stares at you, blinking every few seconds as you pant, "Hi, Osamu."

"You have English right now too?" he asks, pointing to the door. You nod, "Wait, what do you mean 'too'?" 

"I'm in this class," he says, smiling. You blink a few times, processing the information as you repeat what he just said like a parrot, "You're in this class."

"Yes," he nods, "Apparently you need English to become a business student."

He was studying business too?! You seriously wanted to slam your head into the wall. How was this boy, that you were sure you knew from somewhere, in the same classes as you and studied the same thing you did? And why was he so pretty?

The first bell rang, signaling that you had around a minute to get inside before you were officially late. You gave Osamu a tight-lipped smile as you say, "Gotta go" in a hurried yet hushed tone. He only nods, following you inside(just like how he followed you to your table yesterday). You hand the professor your five-thousand-word essay before walking to your seat in the third row. You glance back for a minute, only to find out that Osamu sits two rows behind you. 

(Maybe that's why you never noticed him.)

The professor begins talking about a big project, and you zone out for most of it. And then at the end, you manage to get a crucial detail. Your ears perk up, and your eyes widen as you hear your professor say, "I forgot to mention that this project is fifteen percent of your final grade, and you will need a partner for it as well. It's not due until the end of the year because you have around five or six very long books to sample and/or write reports for, and I will be assigning those in the following week. Make sure to get someone to partner up with you once class is over."

Crap.

Why did the English class need to have partners? Your friends aren't in this class, and even if one of them is, his lecture was the first one of the day. He's probably on the other side of campus right now. Damn it, Akaashi.

The lecture drones on for around forty-five minutes before you're dismissed. You're packing up your things again, thinking about how you're going to get a partner in this class. You don't even know anyone here. Your friends are either in different colleges or in different lectures. School just started anyway, and if everyone else partners up with someone then you'll be left alone. 

"[Y/N]," you hear a voice beside you. You blink profusely before shaking yourself out of your thoughts, "Wanna partner up with me?"

You look up, and Miya Osamu is standing right there. Besides your desk, tapping his foot, looking as ethereal as ever. You swear your breath hitches in your throat, and he continues, "I gotta warn ya though, 'm not really good at English. I just need this class for one year. You might have to tutor me or somethin'."

You nod, standing up with your backpack, "Alright, I guess... I guess we can be partners." 

Something about Miya Osamu's presence was comforting. He seemed to understand you were scared of talking to him, so he would ask you yes or no questions and then make conversations himself. Most of these topics involved food for some reason—you didn't question it, you were talking to him in broken words now, some shyness falling away when he talked about your favorite foods. You were in the library again, skimming through a few bookshelves to find a new book. Osamu followed you there, talking to you in a hushed tone to get to know you better. The two of you were going to work together for this project after all, so why not become friends, or acquaintances while you're at it? You mentally thanked him for trying more than you, even though he seemed like the quiet type. You're putting the book in your bag after checking it out as he asks, "Why are you studying business?"

"I wanna open a restaurant someday," you say, "Or some kind of coffee shop, I don't know. Like some place to make people comforted and also pleased with the environment."

"Oh," he ponders for a moment, "I'm studying so I can open a restaurant too."

(Oh come on, how many more things were you supposed to share with this guy? First, your classes. Now, your dreams too? Ugh.)

"Really?" you murmur, "Can I ask you why?"

It's not like you don't want to know. You do, really. He's pretty, and he looks like he's been on some sports team his whole life. You don't understand why someone like him would want to do anything with opening a restaurant. His eyes are like two pools of the sea in a storm. If you could look in them, stare at them, you could probably see the little white specks resemble lightning. 

"My whole life I grew up playin' volleyball. My brother loved it. It was like his whole life revolved around it too. People didn't like 'im up until high school when he started flirtin' around and colored his hair. And I guess somewhere in the middle-uv all that, I learned how to cook 'n fell in love with it. When my brother was in the gym durin' the weekends havin' no life whatsoever, I was experimentin' in the kitchen. And then I didn't wanna live in my brother's shadow anymore so I told him that, we fought 'n now 'm here. Studyin' 'cause I want my own restaurant- wait. I rambled, didn't I?" he sheepishly asks, rubbing the back of his neck. His dialect was more profound now, and it was attractive to hear him talking in it. It seems he grows more into it when he's excited or lost in thought. You smiled at him, a ghost of a giggle escaping your lips, "I guess you did."

"Sorry."

"No no, don't be," your eyes crinkle as you set the books down on the table, "It was kinda cute. I don't mind. My reason's more depressing, anyway."

"Ya don't have to tell me about it," his eyes feel gentle as they look back at yours. His stormy grey eyes are surely growing on you because you want him to keep staring at you. Sadly the split-second comes to an end as he asks, "Wait, we don't have the books for the assigned reading yet. What are we doin' here?"

"Remember when you said your English was weak?" you ask, pulling out a binder from your backpack. You open it, skipping the first few pages before you continue, "I'm good at it, maybe I can help you for a bit until we have to do the project. Because we're gonna have to split up work later and the reports need to flow together well. So, I thought I could help you, and it'll be like revising the material for me."

You genuinely don't know where this newfound confidence is coming from. Alright, maybe it wasn't newfound. You just felt at ease with Osamu. There was something about his presence that made you feel more comfortable than you have ever been. He didn't seem like the extroverted type, but he still made an effort to talk to you and keep up with the conversation even when you didn't put anything on the table. 

"R-really?" he stammers, "You'd do that?"

You nod. 

"I gotta warn ya though, I'm broke and I won't be able to pay ya for the lessons," he says, "Me and my brother live in a small one-room 'round three blocks away, 'n we both work to pay the rent."

"That won't be a problem," you laugh, "You don't have to pay me."

"You sound more and more unreal with every sentence that comes out of yer mouth."

"Let me get this straight, Miya Osamu is in your English class. And he's getting tutored by you for free. And you think he's hot."

"No, I was speaking in French and I said that I have a hot date tonight. What else do you think, dumbass?" you raised an eyebrow. Kuroo only shakes his head as he smirks at you, sipping from his beer. Akaashi sits next to you, shaking his head at the exchange. Until Bokuto speaks up, "Wait, the Miya Osamu?"

"You know him?" you ask, voice louder than before. Kuroo starts laughing, and honestly, everyone else does too. Kenma lets out a giggle, even though he continues playing Mario Kart on his Playstation. Akaashi shakes his head again, but this time with a small chuckle, "Come on, guys. It's not like I asked you the most obvious question in the world."

"You kinda did," Kenma's eyes crinkle, "Everyone knows the Miya twins."

Wait. The Miya twins?!

"No fucking way," you murmur, "No fucking way! I knew he sounded familiar!"

"Can you not scream in my ear, please?" Akaashi deadpans, "I'm pretty sure Kuroo and Bokuto know a lot about him anyway, they were usually the ones to talk to them the most. Bokuto is in the same program as Atsumu for volleyball coaching too."

"Oh yeah, Osamu stopped doing volleyball," Kuroo perks up, "Something about a restaurant, I don't know. But Atsumu's still one of the best setters I know."

"So tell us more about you finding him hot," Bokuto wiggles his eyebrows, "Are you gonna give us details?"

"Literally nothing happened between us," you narrow your eyes, "I'm tutoring him. That's all."

"Maybe you should ask him to cook you food. That's top tier romance right there," Kuroo ruffles your hair as he gets up to walk to the fridge. You reckon he's going there for more beer, but he pulls out a frozen pizza instead. 

You huff, "Maybe I will."

You hate the fact that you run into Miya Osamu in the library during lunch break the very next day.

His eyes glimmer when they land on you, and the sandwich you had taken a bite out of mere seconds before feels as dry as the Sahara desert in your mouth as soon as you spot him. 

He walks over, putting his bag on the floor next to his chair as he says, "How's yer day been so far?"

You roll your eyes at the question, "Like it always is. Crappy. The lady at the coffee shop made my drink too sweet, and then I tripped on the way to my first lecture."

He laughs—and boy is it melodic. You swear this is what heaven feels like when you enter it because no way in hell(Sorry, God.) can someone sound this beautiful while laughing. Damn you, Miya.

"Here," he hands you an onigiri. You stare at it for a second, before hesitantly taking it from him, "What about you?" 

"I finished eating my lunch already. Packed an extra for my idiot brother, but he ate from his girlfriend's lunch," Osamu's face becomes sour when he mentions his brother's girlfriend, but it only lasts a split second. He then looks over at the book in front of you, "Oh, is that Shakespeare?" 

You hum, "At least one of Shakespeare's plays are going to be in our report, might as well read through a few, right?"

"You're somethin' else," he shakes his head, giving you a shy smile, "Seriously, if I paid attention in English instead of writing down recipes in my journal, I'd probably be better off."

And that was the moment you took a bite out of Osamu's onigiri. You are so sure that you made a weird sound as you gulped, but he only winces as he asks, "Is it bad?"

"Are you kidding?" you furrow your eyebrows, "It's the opposite!"

"Really?" he perks up, "I've been tryin' out new ingredients, and I usually test 'em on 'Tsumu because I don't care if he gets an upset stomach."

"This should be your payment for my lessons, holy shit," you say, taking another bite. He chortles, and you only blink at him before he points at his nose. You tilt your head in confusion before he reaches his left hand to your face and picks something off the top of your nose, "You had a rice speck on yer nose."

Your face heats up and you can swear you want to die in a hole right about now. You also wish he fed you the rice speck, because that would've been oddly sexual. But before you could finish that thought, your mouth speaks on its own, "T-thanks."

"Y'know what?" Osamu says, "Done deal, 'm gonna bring ya lunch every day in the library. How 'bout that?"

"Sounds great, Miya," you say, a shy yet inviting smile taking over your lips.

A few weeks pass. Now that your professor has assigned you the said books and plays, you spend an awful lot of your time with Osamu. He brings you your lunch at the library every day, and you find everything he makes delicious. Seriously, if this boy ends up becoming a chef, his restaurant's going to be filled with the entire city. If not, the entire country.

And every woman—and man, to be honest. He's too pretty for just women to fall for him—that walks through the doors of his restaurant is probably going to ogle at him the entire time she's there. Your spine shuddered at the thought. 

Not to mention, Osamu doesn't just spend his lunch-time with you. No, he also spends after-school hours with you(whenever you're free, that is) learning English and reading Shakespeare. Sometimes you study in the library, or in the coffee shop that apparently both of you visited in the mornings. The only difference was that he ordered a chai and you liked coffee more. 

"Okay, okay," Osamu laughs, "Lemme read the part. 'But that I love the gentle Desdemona, I would not my unhousèd free condition put into circumscription and confine for the sea’s worth. But look, what lights come yond?'. Did I say that right?"

"Good job!" you clap, "Your next pastry's on me, okay?"

"Might do my work more seriously if ya start buyin' me pastries for every time I pronounce somethin' right," he jokes. You throw him a playful glare before you say, "Okay wait, I'm gonna send you some audio files for practice so you can listen to them and multi-task, okay? It'll make it easier, so you don't have to carry around the whole script for Othello around all the time."

"Yer sayin' 'm supposed ta listen ta this crap instead of music while cookin' or runnin'?" he raises an eyebrow. You nod, "Or, save some time before sleeping and practice in front of a mirror. This is more awkward and cringy, though."

"Cookin’ and runnin’ it is!" he exclaims.

Another week passes. You're on your shift at the local bakery when Osamu walks in. 

He doesn't notice you just yet, and you take the chance to swiftly attempt to walk into the kitchen. There's another person on the other side of the counter, so even if Osamu wants to place an order, they'll probably step in for you. You glance behind you, and just as you're about to turn the corner, you hear your name. 

"[Y/N]?" 

Shit. He saw you. 

"H-hey," you mutter, turning slowly. Your lips hold a wobbly smile, and your hand raises and hangs in the air awkwardly. You walk up to the register, and a small smirk falls on the younger Miya's lips. He quirks an eyebrow at you, "So you work here, huh?"

"Place your order," you ignore his statement and grit your teeth, "What would you like to order today?"

"Never been here before, recommend me somethin'," he chuckles, "I try out random bakeries and coffee shops once in a while."

You hum, a small grin falling on your face, "Well, we did just finish freezing a fresh batch of cheesecakes. Pick one and I'll serve it for you."

"Ya got strawberry?" he smiles. You nod, clicking the option on the register, "When's your shift end?"

You ponder for a moment, thinking whether or not you want to answer the question. Who are you even kidding? Of course, you do. You check your wristwatch, "Um, ten minutes."

"'Kay so make that two slices, and bring it ta me in ten minutes. Along with yerself," he says. Your face heats up as random erotic thoughts fill your brain; Osamu and you, right here in front of everyone, and his lips nibbling on your—

"Are ya okay?"

You cough, covering your face with one hand to hide your embarrassment. He gives you a cheeky smile before seating himself in a window seat, and waves at you from his spot once he's settled. You shake your head. 

God, he's going to be the death of you. 

A few more people walk in, and you place their orders as Osamu watches you fondly from his seat. His face is resting on his palm, that's supported by his elbow on the table. His backpack is hanging off the chair, and he pretends to stare at his phone whenever you look back. 

You could've sworn he was looking at you, though. It felt like his eyes were drilling holes through you, and you were sweating more than usual due to all the built-up nervousness. That asshole.

The alarm on your digital watch rings, and you quickly turn it off before walking inside the kitchen. A heavy sigh comes out of your lips as you remove your apron, and pick up the two plates on the table before walking outside. Osamu shifts in his seat as you approach the table and sit in front of him, "Stop smiling like that, idiot."

"Like what?" he sheepishly asks, "Is smilin’ illegal now?"

You shake your head as you tell him to eat his cheesecake, "So."

You had never really been alone with him for anything other than your stupid project. And lunch was usually spent talking about the project or practicing English together, so this felt new. 

"I forgot to tell ya, I finished learnin' all the recordings," he says, taking a spoonful of cheesecake in his mouth, "Also, this is really good."

"This bakery's pretty authentic, you know. And sometimes if stuff gets left over, they let us take it home for free. There's been times when me and my roommate, Mika, had cakes for dinner and breakfast," you shrug. Osamu looks at you in awe, and you're sure that if you paused this moment he'd start drooling any time now, "Maybe I should quit my job at the garage 'n just come work here instead."

"You work with cars?" you ask. He nods, "Yep, 'n this one time we got an old one that was really screwed up. My boss said that if any one of us fixed it, we'd get to keep it."

"Did you get it?" you ask, a little glimmer in your eyes. Osamu smiles, looking outside the window. You follow his line of sight to find an old yellow car standing in the lot—it was really small, and it genuinely looked like some old lady from the fifties drove it. You try to stop yourself from laughing, but you fail. Osamu narrows his eyes at you, a tiny blush covering his cheeks, "Shut up."

"That car is- oh my god," you snicker, "'Samu, it looks like a ninety-year-old woman owns that car."

"Yeah, it's old but it gets me places 'n I got it for free," he justifies, grumpily taking a bite of his cheesecake as he continues, "I even got some other stuff installed in it from my salary!"

"Like what?" you ask, teasingly. He huffs, "Well, for starters, a music system! Doesn't have bluetooth, but I installed an aux. A sun-roof 'n better tires too."

"It's cute," you giggle. He scoffs, "'M startin' ta think that's more of an insult than a compliment."

You were in a hurry today. 

Summer break started from tomorrow. Which meant you had three weeks off of school, extra shifts at the bakery, and homework from every class to complete. Sometimes you would try to find time to go out with your friends—Mika would kill you if you didn't spend at least a few days of break with her, and you wanted to see Osamu. Your heart felt giddier, thinking about how you'd try to go and try some coffee shops with him(he'd insisted you come along next time after he visited your bakery), or ask him to make you some food. The two of you hadn't talked about how your breaks would go, and you're pretty sure you wouldn't get to see him today. He wasn't in English, and you didn't see him during recess either. 

You were growing worried. What if you don't get to see him during the holidays at all? It's not like your summer would be ruined if you didn't see him, it would just... not be how you imagined it. You had daydreamed about sitting home and having Disney marathons with Mika without having to worry about classes, going outside with Osamu and ordering things you didn't know how to pronounce(random french words had become popular on coffee shop menus these days)—mostly, you had only thought about how you'd ogle him whenever he wasn't paying attention to you. Now that you thought about it, you felt a little guilty about that.

(And kind of like a creep. Yikes.)

Classes were over for the day, and you were hurrying home. Mika had said she was going to bring her boyfriend home tonight so he could meet you. And you remembered Kuroo telling you how much he hated the Nohebi Captain for saying the exact things that tended to piss him off. You couldn't wait, mostly because now you'd have a new friend who liked to irritate Kuroo as much as you did. 

"Crap," you mumbled, checking your phone. 

Your eyes crinkle as you hold back a chuckle, pushing the key into the lock of your apartment. You leave your shoes in the rack, opting for your bunny slippers as you begin to change into comfortable pajamas.

It's almost four, and there's a knock at your door. You've barely walked out of your room. You furrow your eyebrows. Mika shouldn't be here this early, you were just texting her half an hour ago.

You don't expect Miya Osamu to be standing at your door, with a thick textbook in hand as he gives you a small grin, "Hey, you forgot this at yer desk. Came ta see ya before ya left but, you were gone. Professor gave me this and told me ta give it to ya."

"'Samu," you tilt your head and say his name breathily, heart fluttering as you continue, "Thank you."

"No problem," he says. For a second there, the two of you stop. The whole world fades away somehow, and you're staring into his eyes. He's looking in yours, and the smile on his lips doesn't wipe off for even a split second. But then the moment ends.

"I-uh," he pauses, "I should go."

He turns, beginning to walk away but your voice speaks his name before you even have a chance to think, "Osamu, wait!"

He does. He stops and turns to look at you. You try to smile as you say, "Wanna stay over until after dinner? My roommate's bringing her boyfriend and extra takeout."

And you hope he says yes. You close your eyes shut, and you hope he says okay. You can hear your heartbeat fasten, and your mind running at the speed of Usain Bolt.

"Sure."

It feels like a thousand pounds have been taken off of your shoulders, you audibly let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and you open the door wide open as you let Miya Osamu in.

And that's when you realize, this is the first time he's actually inside your apartment. He has given you a ride home after work a couple of times, so that's how he knows where you live, but he's never really been inside. The nervousness in your stomach builds up again as you ask, "Wanna watch a movie?"

He gives you a toothy grin in return.

Sometime later, Mika and her boyfriend come home and the hours pass by within a blink. You didn't mind most of it, except when Mika tried to tease you about Osamu when he was grabbing something from the kitchen with Daishо̄. You slapped your hand over her mouth, face as red as a tomato then. It's a little past midnight now as Daishо̄ gets ready to leave, and you decide to walk Osamu to his car. 

The city sounds muffled, almost, as the two of you giggle against each other's warmth. You say something and Osamu laughs, and it just so happens that in this moment, you don't want the crinkle of his eyes and the upturn of his lips to disappear. You say something again, he hides his face by looking the other way as he continues laughing. 

It feels so perfect. So comfortable. You want this one instant to last an eternity. He looks over at you, his grey eyes inquisitive as he says, "Ya look a little sad. Somethin' wrong?"

"Um, no," you shake your head, chuckling, "Nothing's wrong."

"Yer makin' that face when ya feel sad but ya don't wanna show it," he stands against his car, "But keep yer secrets."

You smile almost bitterly, as you take a step forward and stand next to him, placing your back against his car. He looks at you, his head slightly tilted in the most innocently caring way as you lean yours against his shoulder. You feel him stiffen underneath at first, but then, he calms down. And he leans against your touch, barely whispering, "What's wrong?"

"Today was really fun," you mumble, "And I don't want it to end."

He lets out a small breath, "Oh."

"Yeah."

It feels peaceful like this, against his warmth. There’s an unsaid understanding and the night air feels like a blanket on a wintery morning, holding the two of you close. There are muted city sounds in the background, and there's slight tension in the air until he interrupts the silence. 

"Y'know," he pauses, "Whenever I used to play volleyball with my brother back in high school, it felt exactly like this. ‘Twas exhilarating. We practiced every day, we went home 'n we played volleyball in the backyard at night, doin' sets 'n receives till we could barely keep our eyes open. When I told him I didn't wanna do it anymore, he got mad. I understood why—anyone would be mad if the person that's been there for their whole lives just up and leaves 'em one day. But now, he has way better people by him, people who are just as hardworkin' as him. And I couldn't be happier for him. He's where he belongs."

After a long pause, you whisper, "But I belong here, ‘Samu. I don't want better people. I want you."

You find him blushing, and maybe it's the liquid courage in your system that caused you to say what you just did. Oh God, you were so stupid. How could you say something like that? You panic, "Well, and my friends. You're my friend too. Th-That's why I said what I said."

He laughs, eyes crinkling as they reflect the moonlight back at you. You laugh too—it feels like this moment could last forever as the two of you hold onto your stomachs because of how much it hurts, holding onto the top of his car for support. 

Sometime after a small conversation about a topic you can't remember anymore, he opens the door of his car. You stand there, hands fidding with the hem of your jacket as a blush overtakes your cheeks. Just as he's about to sit inside, he turns and looks back at you and says what's easily the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to you. 

"Just so ya know," he pauses, "I don't want a better person either. I want you.”

Months pass. 

After that night, you ended up spending most of your summer at work or with your friends. Osamu made guest appearances every now and then—you were always doing something that grounded you when you were with him, it was prosaic but somehow you loved it. Sometimes you'd catch yourself imagining something more with him. And you liked how mundane it sounded. How everything would be simple, and how you wouldn't have to fight to keep your relationship interesting because you would have some place or food to talk about. When the daydreaming reached a certain limit, you would mentally scold yourself before continuing with whatever you were doing before. 

Fall passes too, but this time you spent more time with Osamu than anyone else. Even though you usually spend your autumn seasons with your friend group; cuddled up watching movies, playing video games in Kenma's apartment, or reading books with Akaashi at the library. This time, you spent your fall evenings with Osamu at the coffee shop. A cup of chai at your disposal as you and the boy you were hopelessly in love with talked about anything and nothing at the same time—wait. 

It's December 22 today, and it's also six-twenty-five in the morning when you realize your crush on Miya Osamu isn't just a simple crush. He's been on your mind ever since you caught sight of him, and there's not one day that goes by where he isn't running around in your brain. It wasn't a completely sudden thought, the realization was moreso an 'oh' moment. You stopped in your tracks, you thought "oh", and then you continued getting ready for class. 

You bump into him before English, and he gives you a quick smile before walking inside. He seems like he's thinking about something really deeply—he appears troubled, honestly. Like he's trying to find a solution to something but he just can't seem to think of an answer. Your eyes try to find him in the coffee shop after classes. You don't have work today because the owner of the bakery needed to go to Osaka for some business so the shop is closed until tomorrow.

(You reckon you'll be swamped until Christmas day. Ugh.)

The boy your eyes were aching to see walks inside, looking around quizzically until he spots you. He waves before walking over and placing his backpack beside him at the booth, "One more day until Winter Break, got anythin’ planned?"

"Nope, not really. I'll probably go to my parents' house on Christmas Eve to give them gifts and have dinner. They'll do the same thing as they always do, ask me about college and if I have a partner. And then I'll come back to the apartment in the morning or at night, depending on what I feel like doing."

He hums half-mindedly, and you furrow your eyebrows. He looks lost in thought, and you snap him out of his trance when you ask, "Something on your mind?"

He shakes his head before he notices the waiter coming over with two drinks. She places them on the table and leaves, and Osamu sends you a smile and mumbles "thank you" before sipping on the hot chocolate almost immediately. 

"'Samu, I know you well enough to understand when something's bothering you. Come on, tell me what's wrong," you say, narrowing your eyes, "Did your brother do something stupid?"

You'd had the courtesy of meeting Miya Atsumu during summer break. You were at Osamu's apartment, helping him cook the new recipe he'd thought of. Atsumu had burst into the apartment brashly, loud as ever, as another boy followed him. You looked over at them, offering a small smile as Osamu greeted them and introduced you. You found out that the kids from Inarizaki were very much like your friends. There was a chaotic side and a quieter side. You could easily guess who took up the seats on the chaotic side. During autumn, you'd ended up introducing Bokuto to Atsumu when you bumped into the setter at the mall. You were shopping for a scarf because somehow, Bokuto wanted to dress like Akaashi more. The two apparently knew each other from their volleyball program already so they hit it off as if they’ve been friends for ages. And then somewhere along the way, your friends became friends with Osamu's friends. 

"Actually yeah, he did," Osamu nods, putting his cup down as he groans, "He's had a girlfriend for about six months now. Yesterday when ma video-called us from Hyogo, Atsumu kept showin’ ‘er photos of him and his girlfriend. It was stupid of me to feel criticized, but I ended up blurting out that I had a partner too."

You choke on your drink, and when you stop coughing, you start laughing. Osamu's expression switches from a concerned one to an offended one in milliseconds, and that only makes you laugh more, "You're so stupid."

"No, my brother is stupid. I hate 'im with everything I have," he groans as he takes his head in his hands, "Why did I have to get all competitive?"

"It's kind of who you are when it comes to your brother," you giggle. Before you can continue, his phone rings. The shop is quiet today, there are only around seven or eight people here in total. And although Osamu didn't put his phone on speaker, you could still make out a few words the other person is saying. It's his mother—you pretended that you couldn't listen to what she was saying, even though you probably didn't need to. 

"Ya called me earlier than ya usually do, what'd you need?" he asks, his voice is gentle and it makes you smile that he keeps in touch with his parents so often. It was an adorable trait to have. His mom says something about Christmas dinner, and he mumbles that he'll be on time this time and that he fell asleep on the train last time and ended up getting off three stations late. You chuckle at that, taking another sip as you wait for his mother's next words. 

You're not entirely sure what she said, but you did hear the words "bring", "partner", and "home". You try to hide your gaze, pulling out your phone as you check the English assignment. The two of you had one last play to complete the report for, you'd already submitted every other one. You'd forgotten for a moment that Osamu was talking to his mom, and you called his name to ask him a question. 

Osamu says your name back. And then, his eyes widen. He places his other hand on his mouth. 

His mother's next words are clearly heard by you, "Is [Y/N] your partner? Can you please bring them home for Christmas?"

Shit, shit, shit, you widen your eyes. 

"Ma, hold on-"

But she keeps talking, "Osamu, I don't wanna hear it, alright? Bring 'em home. Atsumu's bringin' his girl home, and I wanna see how yer doin' for yerself."

You wish you hadn't heard that. Osamu panics, says okay, ends the call as quickly as he can, and looks at you with the most worrisome expression you have ever seen in your entire life. You sputter, "W-what?"

"I fucked up," he says, his voice quieter than usual. It's barely a whisper. 

"How?" you knew. But you still had to ask to make sure it was all real. He hides his face behind his hands, whispering again, "Oh, I fucked up."

"What did you do?"

"My ma heard me say yer name and now she thinks we're dating," he mumbles, "Wants me to bring ya home."

You blink. This was very real. You didn't think it through but it was so, so real. Your lips were slightly parted and before your brain could burst, you grabbed your mug and chugged it as if it was your last day on planet Earth.

(You shouldn’t be feeling glad though. Why were you happy? Why was your heart beating four time faster? You don’t even know if he feels the same way yet.)

The table becomes quiet for a few minutes. But then, Osamu breaks the silence, "Can I ask ya a favor?"

"Um, sure," you nod. You didn't know what he was going to ask. You were pretty sure it would be something bizarre, but you didn't want to question it until the time actually came. 

"Couldja come to meet my ma? I mean, it would be a one time thing. Please?" he asks. His eyes are big, brows raised and he almost seems desperate. How were you supposed to say no to this face?

"'Samu-"

"Nah, forget it. This was stupid to even ask of someone. ‘M sorry, I should probably go-”

“‘Samu,” you smile, grabbing his hand, “It’s okay, I’ll do it.”

“Wait- fuck, seriously?” he asks. He looks at you as if you just made the impossible happen. There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips, looking back at you in disbelief. 

You hum, "Mmhmm. Besides, it's only a one-time thing like you said. We'll manage."

"You're a lifesaver," he says breathily, "I dunno what I'd do without ya."

"You'd be embarrassed, that's what," you chuckle solemnly, "And also, you'd be bad at English."

He laughs—and God, is it melodic. You think about what it would be like if you were really his partner. Meeting his mother for Christmas sounds like something a real partner would do. If only you were confident enough to tell him how you really felt.

(You weren’t. So you’d have to stick to fake-dating instead.)

"Hey," he smiles at you. You wave back as you walk up to him. His breath fogs up as it comes out of his mouth, and you ask, "So we're gonna have lunch and dinner with your mom and then take the train back home?" 

"That's the plan," he nods, "Okay, sweetheart, c'mon. Let's go."

You laugh at the nickname. Even though there's assumably a very prominent blush coating your cheeks, you decide to blame it on the cold weather if he ever asks you about it. The train station is quite empty—you're sure most people are at home spending the holiday with their families like Osamu was about to in a few hours. And you were scared of this whole fake relationship thing. What if his mother somehow found out that all of this was a front because Osamu chose to remain single, unlike his brother? 

It sent chills down your spine. 

Once you sat on the train, Osamu says, "Alright let's practice."

"Ugh," you groan, "Not this again."

"What are we gonna say if she asks how we met?" he raises an eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes, taking his backpack and pulling out the bento from it as you answer, "We tell her the truth but we add some spice to it. Y'know, cheesy romantic things."

"Good," he nods, "And what if she asks how we began dating?"

You take a bite out of the first onigiri, humming at the taste as you reply, "Uh... You came to the bakery where I worked and asked me out on a date instead of giving me your order?"

"Good enough," he chuckles. And then his eyes stop at your lips. You blink a few times before asking, "What's wrong?"

He doesn't say anything for a second. He just continues staring at your lips. Osamu's hand then cups your chin, his thumb swiping against your lip. He then removes his hand from there as if nothing happened and says, "You had rice on your face."

Fuck, you panic. You’re blushing. Why did he have to make your heart race like that at the most random times? Why is he so dense about it, too? 

(And why can’t you ever eat an onigiri properly? Is the rice made of glue or something?)

Time passes by. The two of you arrive sooner than you'd expected. And you're standing outside Miya Osamu's childhood home in Hyogo when you suddenly feel sick to your stomach. This felt wrong and right at the same time. You wanted it to be real, but you felt like a liar. The bouquet you held in your hand felt hollow.

"You don't look too good," you hear Osamu say, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you think that maybe we shouldn't... lie to your mother?" you mumble, looking up. He nods, walking over to you. His eyes are sincere, and he gives you a small smile, "You're right. But I'd rather lie to her than disappoint her again this year."

You pause before breaking out a small laugh, "Screw you, that's kind of adorable."

"What can I say? ‘M a good son."

He then knocks on the front door and stands there with you. And just as he hears the turn of the knob, he intertwines his fingers with yours.

"’Samu?" his mother appears, hugging him tightly as soon as she sees him, "Oh, it's so good to see ya."

Her eyes land on you as she pulls away from him, and she gives you a warm smile before hugging you. You hand her the bouquet, and she hugs you again before pulling you inside. Osamu pouts, "Ya know yer my ma, right?"

"It's the first time you've brought someone home. Play nice, 'Samu."

His mother walks you inside after the two of you take your shoes off at the genkan. You sit in the living room, and his mom tells you to wait on the couch as she goes into the kitchen to fetch you something to drink. "Okay so," Osamu chuckles as he sits down next to you, "-ya can't back out now even if you wanted to. Ya haven't even talked to her properly and she loves ya more than me."

You laugh, cheeks turning a rosy pink. What his mother said struck something inside of you. Even if you weren't Osamu's partner, this was still the first time he'd brought someone home. You look away from his gaze, "Where's your brother?" 

"He'll probably be here in an hour or something," Osamu checks his phone, "He's near Kyoto right now, so he'll be here just before lunch."

You hum. His mother comes back into the room holding a tray with three glasses of water and some snacks before setting them up on the coffee table. She sits down next to you, and gushes as she asks, "Now dear, tell me how the two of you met." 

You share a glance with Osamu, and he gives you a small nod. You muster up the warmest grin you can, "I think it was the first week of this year. I was in the library, looking for this English book. And I'm reaching to grab it, but it's on the top shelf. 'Samu grabs it from next to me, and that's how we began talking."

"That sounds like a romance television show I've been watching recently," she squeals, "Absolutely adorable!"

You blush, "Thank you, Miya-san."

"You can consider me yer mother whenever yer comfortable, by the way. I blame ‘Samu for never bringing anyone home ta meet me. He's so picky with people, 'n he's closed off, too," she narrows her eyes at her son, who only hides by facepalming, "Again, you're supposed ta be my mother. Not [Y/N]'s."

"Oh, hush now."

Lunch passed quite smoothly. The only thing that didn't go according to plan was the fact that Atsumu had come alone. And that ticked your pretend boyfriend off more than it was supposed to.

(He kept grumbling about it under his breath. It was kind of cute, to be honest.)

You managed to get through the meal without a fight breaking out between them, except for a few snarky remarks here and there. Miya-san made sure they behaved throughout the afternoon, grabbing one of them by the ear whenever they said something remotely rude.

"Oh!" their mother exclaims, "I found somethin' when I was cleaning the other day, 'n I was saving it to show you three today."

She gets up from the kitchen table, walking over to a shelf near the corner of the room. Her eyes skim through the cookbooks there, and she picks one with a brown spine and brings it over to the table. Atsumu immediately groans when he sees the cover.

It's a family photo album.

(Your heart skips a beat, because now you really want to know what Osamu looked like as a child.)

You grin excitedly as she opens the first page. There's a photo of the twins as toddlers—wearing matching sweaters and playing with a red ball. You gush at how cute they are. When you look toward Osamu, you find him hiding his face in embarrassment. You giggle, flipping the page.

"This is when these two were six or seven, they got in an argument 'bout somethin' stupid 'n then came down for dinner. Stopped fightin' as soon as they sat down and saw that there was ramen and tuna," Mrs. Miya laughs slightly, pointing to the two boys smiling at the dinner table. A certain warmth spreads across your face as your fingers trace Osamu's face on the photo. He looks adorable, even without the signature grey hair. His eyes are closed in the photo, his smile reaching ear-to-ear as he holds his chopsticks. A small chuckle escapes your lips as his mother flips the page. They're in high school now, and it's one of their national matches where they're standing side by side. Atsumu's arm is over his brother's shoulder, and they're both smiling in victory.

"I'll mail this album to you if ya want," she says to you, "I have plenty others sitting in my room upstairs."

"That would be very nice," you give her a cordial smile.

It's around six o'clock in the evening when Osamu takes you upstairs to show you his childhood room. He opens the door, revealing a bunk bed and two desks—along with walls filled with posters of different kinds. There's a shelf with books on it on one side of the room, and the other side has a shelf filled with volleyball trophies and equipment. It smells like cheap deodorant and room freshener, and Osamu says, "Well, here it is."

"You were a Spice Girls fan?" you laugh, pointing to a poster on the wall. Osamu groans in disgust, "That's 'Tsumu's, he used ta think they were hot so he kept a poster of them in our room. Idiot never dated around in high school but he was a major simp."

You laugh. Your eyes land on a photo frame on the volleyball shelf. It's them and their father. It looks like the photo was taken after they won a game in high school, and he's hugging the two of them in joy. You beam at it, until Osamu speaks up, "That's my pops."

"I could tell," your voice is soft, barely above a whisper. He nods, "He passed away in my Senior year of high school."

Your eyes widen at the confession, "Osamu, I'm so sorry-"

"Nah," he shakes his head, "Don't worry 'bout it. 'Tsumu took it worse than me, anyway."

"That doesn't mean it hurt any less for you," you mumble, caressing his shoulder. He looks down at you, letting out a small breath as he smiles, "Thank you."

"You don't thank friends, dummy," you grin, wrapping your arms around him, "C'mere."

He hugs you back hesitantly at first, but as soon as you've completely wrapped yourself with him, he calms down. His breathing is shallow and deep at the same time and he wonders what he'd do without you. You've got his head spinning with how you speak to him. He doesn't know what hit him today.

“Y’know,” he says, pausing, “My old man taught me how ta cook fish properly. We went on a camping trip with ‘im once, and we went fishin’. I caught a big fish that day so he said he’d teach me how ta cook it on a grill. It’s one of my fondest memories of ‘im.”

“That’s touching,” you whisper against his chest, “And now you’re gonna open a restaurant and make him proud.”

“Ya think?”

“Yeah,” you say, “He would be proud of how far you’ve come. You’re kinda amazing, you know.”

He laughs, and it echoes through the room. It’s like the two of you are in your own personal bubble. The outside world doesn’t exist in here, and it gives off a bucolic feeling. 

You speak up again, "You don't have to tell me anything you don't feel comfortable with. But I'm always here, okay?"

"You start sayin' things like that and maybe we don't gotta lie to my ma about us anymore," he jokes, "Shit, sorry."

"No, it was funny," you nod, even though you wish he'd meant it. Damn him for saying things like that.

"Hey guys, Ma's callin' us down for dinner- crap, did I interrupt somethin'?" Atsumu stops by the door. You get startled, flinching away from Osamu as you face the door. You shake your head no, walking towards the stairs and leaving the twins behind. You can hear their chatter behind you—it's muffled and it sounds like Atsumu apologizing to his brother but then the two argue about something. Your eyes search for their mother, and you spot her setting the table. You shuffle towards her, letting out a small sigh.

"Somethin' wrong?" she asks softly. You shake your head as you help her place the silverware next to the plates. She continues, "'Samu likes ya very much, y'know."

You raise an eyebrow at the statement, gesturing for her to continue, "He calls me every other day. And half the time, the boy only talks about you. He's head over heels for ya, by the way. Don't tell ‘im I said that."

"Miya-san," you pause, "I don't think-"

"What are you two talkin' about?" Atsumu enters the room, Osamu following shortly after. He throws you a small smile, which you return. The two of you sit next to each other, the air suddenly filling up with tension.

“You feelin’ okay?” he whispers. You give him a reassuring smile in return, putting your hand over his as you nod.

Dinner goes by smoothly, and then the two of you head out after saying your goodbyes. It takes another four hours to get back to Tokyo—that you spend sleeping. When you wake up, you realize Osamu’s sleeping too. 

“Osamu,” you nudge him slightly, “Wake up, we’re gonna be home any minute now.”

And now, you’re in front of your apartment building as Osamu stands before you. He smiles, the moon breaking through his hair. It’s almost midnight, which means Christmas will be over in a few minutes. 

“Oh,” he exclaims, “Forgot ta give ya somethin’.”

He reaches into his bag, pulling out a small card as he begins saying, “Since we both want ta open a restaurant later on after college,” he pauses, licking his lips as he makes eye contact, “-why don’t we do it together?”

You gasp, looking at the card in his hands. There’s a small onigiri in the middle of it, and not much else, honestly. The card doesn’t even have a name on it. It’s just a small logo, and at the two bottom corners are your names. 

“’Samu,” you say, as quietly as you can, “That sounds wonderful.”

“I-I didn’t get a chance ta name it somethin’ because I wanted to ask yer opinion about it,” he chuckles, “What do ya think will be the name of our restaurant?”

You smile, thinking about today. Every single moment; from the train ride to Hyogo or when he told you about the death of his father. It all felt so special—so precious to you. Your eyes become glassy as you ponder about the question for a moment before you take a small breath, “Onigiri Miya.”

“W-what?” Osamu looks baffled when you look up at him again, “You want ta name it after me?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I do.”

He doesn’t say much after that. He only stands there for a few seconds, processing the information before he wraps his arms around you. He thanks you, but you don’t know what he’s thanking you for. He breaks the embrace, and suddenly all the air around the two of you feels emollient. He smiles widely, and you take the chance to press a small peck on his cheek. 

“Merry Christmas, Osamu,” you whisper, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get you a gift in return.”

He laughs, “Trust me, the best gift ya could’ve given me is Onigiri Miya.”

And just then, you realize you love Miya Osamu way too much for your own good. 

"You have got to be kidding me," Kuroo yells, "One day you have a silly little high school crush on Miya Osamu, the next day you're lying to his mother about being his partner? What the actual fuck were you thinking?"

You were glad you hadn't told them about Onigiri Miya yet, because almost all of them(Kenma being the only exception) were asking you questions. Even Akaashi. 

"Hold on, how did this even happen?" Akaashi asks, placing a bookmark inside his book before closing it. You take a sip of your beer, "Uh, we were sitting at the coffee shop when his mom called him. She misunderstood something he said, and then one thing led to another."

"That- oh my god, you're an idiot," Kuroo exclaims, "That is not a valid answer for the question Akaashi asked."

"What do you mean?" you narrow your eyebrows. Kuroo facepalms, "Give us the details, you dummy."

"Oh," you mumble, "Honestly, there isn't much. We just went to his mom's house, then we ate lunch and dinner, we sat around and talked. And we came back."

"And you're sure nothing else happened?" Bokuto asks, his voice was annoyingly sweet. You sigh, giving in, "We're thinking about opening a restaurant together."

All four of them have their own colorful exclamations, and you're surprised that Kenma was even paying attention at all. They all range from "what the fuck were you thinking" to "wait, what". 

"How did this go from a romantic comedy to a Kitchen Nightmares episode?" Kuroo's hand rests on his temple as he asks the question. He pushes his glasses up, "And have you even told him about your dumb crush on him?"

"Wait," Bokuto interrupts, "Will we get free food if you open that restaurant together?"

"Bokuto-san," Akaashi articulates, with an eyebrow raised, "Can you be any less serious?"

"In my defense, it was a serious question."

"No, it wasn't."

"Was too!"

"Guys?" Kenma mumbles. You narrow your eyes in confusion at whatever's going on. 

"How are you always concerned about food? And why do you even want it for free? You're rich and you're getting drafted to the Jackals next year," Kuroo points out. 

"Guys!" Kenma yells, "Shut up and come look at this."

All three of them surround Kenma and his laptop by the couch, and you stand a few feet away as you ask, "What is it?"

"The whole university thinks you're dating Miya Osamu," Akaashi groans, "Some gossip account for our uni posted a picture of the two of you outside the train station."

"What?" you furrow your brows, rushing towards the laptop as you kneel down beside the couch to look at it, "But we're not dating! All of that was a lie to convince his mom."

"Yeah but," Kuroo sighs, "This looks pretty convincing to me. It'll probably be the same for everyone else that looks at it. You might wanna call Osamu."

"No," you shake your head firmly, "I'm gonna avoid talking to him."

"That is the most stupid thing you have come up with," Kenma rolls his eyes at you, "You should probably talk to him. And you have that project due in a few weeks."

You check your phone, and there are texts from a few classmates. And then there's a few from Osamu. You huff, "I should get going. It's getting late."

You haven't seen Miya Osamu in four days. 

Apparently, the person who took the photo outside the train station had been Suna Rintarō. He sent it to Atsumu, and that idiot sent it to everyone. And you being you, have been avoiding him. In the hallways, you tend to avoid his gaze. You even wake up fifteen minutes earlier in the morning so you don’t accidentally catch him at the coffee shop before class. Every time he looks like he’s going to approach you, you turn the other way. You don’t know what else you’re supposed to do, honestly. What if he finds out you really are in love with him and feels disgusted with the idea of it?

(Curse your mind for the paranoia, reallly.)

You're on your shift at the bakery when Osamu stumbles in. He looks at you with apologetic eyes, but you ignore his gaze as he walks up to the counter. You grit your teeth, swiping the screen in front of you as you ask, "Your order, please."

"I need ta talk to ya," his voice is hoarse, "Please."

You swallow with a bitter feeling, "Your order, Osamu."

"[Y/N]," he sounds out of breath, but you know he isn't. His eyes are exhausted yet hopeful, "It's important."

"I'm at work," you grit your teeth again, as if it's his fault, "I can't talk right now."

He straightens his posture then, nodding as he says, "Fine. I'll have a strawberry cheesecake slice to go, then. And an iced coffee too."

You type his order into the system, stealing a glance at him as you say, "Your order will be ready in a few minutes."

Osamu leaves as soon as you hand him his food, not even trying to meet your gaze. You feel bad, but you acquiesce to it. You might have to stop talking to him entirely. Or at least, that's what you kept telling yourself. It just seemed like the easiest option. 

You watch his small yellow car drive away, and you feel your eyes grow glassy. You deter your stare, focusing on the next customer instead. The next day, you don't see Osamu in the seat he's usually in. When you go to the library during recess, you don't see him there either. You end up at your usual seat at the coffee shop, but he's not there. 

(A bitter feeling sets in your throat but you try your best to ignore it anyway. This is what you wanted, right?)

Another four days pass. This time, even if you try to make eye contact with Miya Osamu in the hallways, he looks away. His eyes lack spirit, and he seems more tired. Usually, Osamu is just less enthusiastic than others. But now, he seems as if he hasn't been getting any sleep. Your lips straighten into a thin line as you sit in your usual booth at the café. Your phone rings out of nowhere, and you furrow your brows at the caller. 

Atsumu.

You pick it up, placing the phone to your ear as you sip on the iced coffee in front of you. His voice booms on the line, "Hey, [Y/N], where are ya?" 

"Um, at the coffee shop, why?" you question. He's panting, "Stay there, 'kay? 'M comin'."

"Wait, why—"

The line goes dead, and you roll your eyes. Putting the phone back down, you hazily keep sipping on your coffee. 

"[Y/N]?" you watch Atsumu walk into the café. Your eyes light up, hoping Osamu would walk in after him but to no avail. He sits in front of you, "Did 'Samu speak to ya yet?"

"I- um," you pause, "No. No, he hasn't. Why?"

"I just thought he would've by now. 'M sorry for all the twitter mess," he sheepishly places his hand on the back of his neck, "'Samu told me everything. I shouldn't've sent that photo ta my friends."

"It's okay, 'Tsumu," you croak, "But um, tell Osamu I'm sorry, 'kay?"

"Why can't ya tell 'im yerself?" he raises an eyebrow, "Did ya just decide to not talk to 'im 'cause some stupid college gossip account posted a picture of you two?" Atsumu narrows his eyes, "Yer friends, aren't ya?"

"Atsumu, it's not that simple-"

"Sometimes," he lingers, "It really is."

He continues talking, "Ya know, when 'Samu found out that I was the one that sent that photo to a bunch of my friends, he, came home real angry, started yellin' at me 'n shit. I asked 'im what was wrong 'n he said that you two weren't really datin'. Then he told me about how Ma misunderstood what he said on the phone and why he brought ya home. Idiot punched me a couple times too."

"Osamu punched you?" you stare, wide-eyed, "I don't believe that."

"My stomach is bruised. It hurts like hell," The blonde grumbles in front of you, "We haven't fought like that since high school. I hit him like once 'n he started slappin' my face so we called it off."

You laugh, eyes crinkling, "Let me guess, you started screaming like a girl and said 'not the face, 'Samu!'? Isn't that what always happens?" 

"Hey, I don't scream like a girl," he pouts, "But yes, that's what happened. 'Samu's been sad for days 'n that's why I called ya. I gotta sort out this mess I made for you two."

You sigh, "I-I don't know what to do."

"Leave it ta me," Atsumu gives you a mischievous grin, "I got this."

A few days pass, and your anxiety builds up more day by day. Atsumu had said he would do something to make Osamu talk to you again, but you hadn’t really received word of either of the twins after that. It was Friday now, and your lecture was finally ending.

"Okay everyone," your English professor turns off the presentation, "That's it for today's class. I need you all to score well on your finals, and remember that the end of the year project is due next week on friday. You can turn it in to me through a pen drive or mail it to me by 11:59 pm."

You get up from your chair, watching Osamu walk out without even sparing you a glance. A sigh escapes your lips as you head to the library for your lunch break. 

"Hey," you hear an all too familiar voice next to the library door. You turn around, and there he is. Miya Osamu, in all his glory, with his backpack slung across his shoulder as he walks towards you, "I wanted ta talk to ya."

"Oh," you mumble hazily, "Yeah. Yeah, I wanted to talk to you too."

"'Bout the project," he said, "-we should finish it, we only got a little bit left anyway. I reckon we'll be able to finish it now, it's not like we've any other classes left to attend today."

"Sure," you shrug, "I think we only have the conclusion part left for Merchant of Venice."

So here you were, sitting at your old library table working out the conclusion page of your essay as the younger Miya twin sat in front of you and analyzed his part of the work. Your eyes kept getting distracted from your work to him, though. The way his tongue ever-so-slightly peeped out of his mouth, the way his grey eyes concentrated on his laptop screen, the way he tiredly blinked every few seconds—you tell yourself to look away before it gets too weird. 

Then, you get a text. And another. They keep coming, and to the point where Osamu tilts his head and raises an eyebrow while he looks at your phone. You fumble, picking it up and checking who it was. 

Atsumu. 

You sigh, clicking on his contact and calling him. As soon as he picks up, you grit your teeth and whisper-yell, "Atsumu! I can't talk right now, I'm busy."

"Doin' what?" he asks in a condescending tone, "Quit what yer doin' n' come ta my dorm, I figured out how to get 'Samu ta talk to ya again."

"But-"

"Just c'mere, okay? Hold on, Sunarin's callin' I gotta go," the blond cuts the call immediately, and you scoff as you glare at his contact. Osamu eyes you before focusing on his screen again until you say, "I'm sorry, I have to go do this thing. But I'll be back soon, okay?"

"Alright," he responds in an almost nonchalant tone, but there's something about his voice that doesn't sit well with you. But you quickly pack your things and dust the uneasiness off your shoulder as you head to Atsumu's dorm room. 

"Why's the door open?" You raise an eyebrow as you walk inside. Atsumu smiles at you from his spot on the bed, before standing up and holding a finger up to your face, "Hold on for a minute."

"What?"

"Just. Shush."

You narrow your eyes, following his line of vision. He's staring at the doorway, slowly walking towards it until the other Miya twin is standing right in front of the two of you. 

"What are you doin' here?" Osamu asks in a  condescending tone. You tilt your head, matching your manner with his, "I don't know, why are you here?"

You blink profusely, throwing him a blunt look until the two of you hear the door close with a thud. Osamu groans, tossing his backpack on the bed before banging on the closed door with his fist, "'Tsumu, ya piece-a-shit, open this door right now!" 

"No," you can feel the smug look on the setter's face even through the closed door, "You two oughtta sort out yer problems or this door ain't openin'." 

"Atsumu, open the door!" you yell. 

"I said, door's not openin' until you figure yer shit out."

(So this was his plan. That clever asshole.)

Osamu sighs, rolling his eyes and looking back at you. You shrug, "He did say to sort out our problems. We could try that."

"Oh yeah?" Osamu looks at you with a look you don't comprehend at first, but then you quickly understand that he's agitated, "Let's start with the fact that ya ignored me as soon as ya came across the slightest inconvenience in yer life. How 'bout that?"

"I didn't ignore you!" you bite back, "I was confused! People were talking about us and I didn't like that!"

"What's so wrong about that?" he says whilst clenching his jaw. There are prominent lines between his eyebrows and he persists, "Some idiot posts somethin' on Twitter and that's all it takes for you to cut me off?"

"What about you then, huh?" you yell now, "It's not like you tried either! You knew I was scared and you stopped fighting completely!"

"I-I didn't stop, I just thought I was bein' a hindrace to you! If I had stopped, I wouldn’t’ve come to yer stupid bakery ta talk!” 

"W-well, what about all the avoiding me in the halls and changing your seat in class so you won't have to look at me, then? What was that?" you ask, temper not completely dissipating just yet, "Do you even know how lonely and scared I was without you?"

"I never would've stopped bein' around you if I didn't think you hated me!" his eyes are wide and his voice begins cracking just slightly, "If you picked up even just one call, I would still be there! You could've at least replied to the texts!" 

"I didn't reply to any of your stupid texts because I'm in love with you and I got scared that you didn't feel the same way!" you scream eyes shut and anger sputtering through your veins. The room becomes chillingly silent, and you can feel goosebumps on the back of your neck as you slowly open your eyes. Miya Osamu stands there, baffled and eyes widened, his chest rising and falling with each breath he takes. His grey eyes stare into your own, softening as his shoulders droop. He takes a small step toward you, tilting his head to ask if entering your space is okay. You nod in the slightest way possible, and within a blink, he stands mere inches away.

He says your name in a hushed tone, and you look down at his clothed chest in embarrassment. Your eyes become glassy, and you feel panic coursing through your body when he sighs and tilts your chin up with his thumb in the most tender way possible. Your eyes meet with his again, and you curse him for not saying anything. 

(This is not how you wanted this to go. Damn it.)

"Please tell me that was all true," he murmurs, "I need ta hear ya say it again."

"Osamu, don't make me embarrass myself. Please, just," you meekly attempt to look away again, but this time he cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours. Tears finally emerge from your eyes as your hands reach his hair. The kiss is soft; fragile even, but you're trying to hold your own when your heart feels like a frog kicking off a pond's bank. You were trying to pay attention and calm your leaping heart down, but it wasn't working. Osamu's lips moved like magic—the way they did in movies when the guy finally kisses the girl and fireworks start setting off in the background. Only this time, the fireworks were getting set off in your heart, and you had no idea how to stop them. 

He pulls away gently, your foreheads touching.  You open your eyes to his voice saying, "Just makin' sure, because I love ya too."

You melt, smiling awkwardly. You're about to say something when the door opens, and Atsumu stands there with his shit-eating grin, "Okay now that yer done stinkin' up the place with yer gross lovey-dovey crap, aren't you two glad ya proved the rumors right?"

"Oh shut up, 'Tsumu."

The sounds of a quietened New Years' party are ringing in your ears as you clean up a few beer bottles and put them in the trash. The entirety of the MSBY team sits in Onigiri Miya along with your friends—their voices are a little tired and tranquil now that it's around two in the morning, the party long forgotten. Osamu walks out from the refrigerating unit, giving you a weary smile, "Hey."

"Hey," you smile. He walks toward you, closing the distance as he wraps his arms around your torso, pressing a peck on the top of your head. He sighs, "I wanna go to bed."

"I know," you laugh, "We'll walk home in a bit after everyone leaves, okay?"

He hums, "Oh, by the way, Ma called. She said the coffee powder ya gave her was amazin' and asked ya to buy 'er some more the next time we visit."

"I'm glad," you smile, pulling away from the embrace. You brush your hair away from your eyes, looking up to him and cupping his cheeks, "This last year has been quite unreal, huh?"

"By unreal if ya mean the fact that we finally moved in together, yes. That, and the JVA contract," he giggles, "I still can't believe 'Tsumu convinced them to make us the caterers for their events. Kuroo-san said Akaashi forced 'im too."

"'Samu," you whisper. He hums again, and you continue, "I love you."

He chuckles, giving you the most exhausted yet the most loving look he can possibly muster up, "I love ya more. Now come on, let's go kick 'Tsumu out so we can get some sleep."

“Oh, give him some credit. If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t be-”

“I know, I know. Don’t say it out loud though, ‘cause it’ll only inflate his ego.”

© all works belong to admiringlove on tumblr. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 - haikyuu edition

So here is the complete masterlist i did for kinktober 2023, and it is an all haikyuu special! I’m excited to share all these with you and I hope you like them!

Day 1: THIGH RIDING - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 2: THREESOME - Bokuto Koutaro x reader x Akaashi Keiji

Day 3: PHONE SEX - Oikawa Tooru x reader

Day 4: SHOWER/TUB - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Day 5: MUTUAL MASTURBATION - Kageyama Tobio x reader

Day 6: ORAL - Terushima Yuuji x reader

Day 7: ORGASM DENIAL - Matsukawa Issei x reader

Day 8: DOMINATION - Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Day 9: SKINNY DIPPING - Hinata Shoyo x reader

Day 10: VIDEO TAPING - Suna Rintarou x reader

Day 11: STRANGERS - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Day 12: PUBLIC PLAY - Tendou Satori x reader

Day 13: GROUP SEX - Seijoh 4 x reader

Day 14: AGE DIFFERENCE - Ukai Keishin x reader

Day 15: MORNING SEX - Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Day 16: DADDY - Miya Osamu x reader

Day 17: DIRTY TALK - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 18: HAIR PULLING - Kozume Kenma x reader

Day 19: SPANKING - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Day 20: SCRATCHING - Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Day 21: WINDOW - Suna Rintarou x reader

Day 22: KNOT - Miya Osamu x reader

Day 23: VOYEURISM - Kageyama Tobio x reader x Oikawa Tooru

Day 24: CAR - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 25: COCKWARMING - Sugawara Koushi x reader

Day 26: DEGRADATION - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Day 27: HATE SEX - Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

Day 28: DOUBLE PENETRATION - Kita Shinsuke x reader x Miya Osamu

Day 29: BRAT TAMING - Kita Shinsuke x reader

Day 30: OVERSTIMULATION - Sugawara Koushi x reader

Day 31: BREEDING KINK - Miya Osamu x reader

[cr4yolaas]

not strong enough — miya osamu

notes: based off of “not strong enough” by boygenius <3

tags: reverse comfort, cheating implications (no actual cheating), self-deprecation + jealousy (osamu), super heartfelt tho

osamu hadn’t been home lately.

the kitchen was devoid of heart and soul. gone was the warmth that seeped into the apartment at his presence, or the comfort that his voice provided as it wafted through the halls. you didn’t see nor feel him anymore, save for the few glimpses of him getting ready before the sun could even greet your windowsill.

miya osamu was disappearing from your life, and you could do nothing but prepare for it.

you instantly feared the worst — that he was planning to leave you, or that he was seeking solace in another, or anything else that involved him separating himself from the life he built in your shared home. and so, delusion after delusion fed into one another, thus leading to an overwhelming bubble of anxiety that infected every inch of your bones.

when you had finally seen him — not just witnessed his shadow in the darkness of a lonesome bedroom — he appeared as if he had just barely dragged himself home. his skin hung heavy under his eyes, his hair was oily and tousled, his hands seemingly obtained an impossible amount of callouses and burns and scratches. you did not say a word, fearful for his response. instead, you held him in your arms in the doorway as he collapsed to the floor, the buckle of his knees bringing you down with him.

you could hear the remnants of an apology muttered into your shirt (his shirt, truthfully).

“what was that, ‘samu?” you whispered, your voice barely reaching his ears.

he turned his head to look to the side with his cheek still firm on your shoulder. “don’t ya ever wish things were different?”

his voice was hoarse; it was littered with exhaustion and pain and misery that you could not begin to understand. his question nestled itself deep into your lungs. you weren’t entirely sure what he was asking.

“a life where you’re living comfortably … and you’re free to do whatever your want …” he began to trail off, his features lined with sleepiness. “didn’t ya ever want that?”

you began to rub circles around his back, which was damp from the sweat that accumulated beneath his work uniform. you were waiting patiently for him to say it — to tell you to go pursue greater things to conceal his desire to rid himself of you, or that he didn’t deserve you because he had committed an act of betrayal. but instead, he continued, “‘tsumu’s doing great things … ‘n he’s rich ‘n happy ‘n famous and so much more. but what about me? what have i done?”

his words dissipated gradually. the cracks in his voice exposed him quite easily, not to mention the teardrops staining your skin. “you’ve done more than enough for me, ‘samu. i’m sorry i didn’t make you feel that way.” your boyfriend only gripped onto your harder, as if he were scared you would melt away if he didn’t.

“i jus’ wanna make you happy. i’m not sure if my job can even do that,” he muttered. “i’m trying to work harder at the shop, but i’m scared it isn’t enough.”

if it were situationally acceptable, you would have heaved a heavy sigh of relief. but it was not — so instead, you began to hold him impossibly tighter. “you don’t need to work so hard for me to love n’ appreciate you. everything about you is enough to make me happy,” you spoke softly to him. “as long as you’re by my side, i’m happy.”

miya osamu, despite his intricacies, was a delicate man at heart. that night, as you held him at the front door, the porcelain shell concealing his truest soul had shattered.

[lssugaluv]

Things he says to you while doing the deed. 🤭

• Haikyuu x fem reader.

• Haikyuu + Headcanons.

• MDNI 18+

• Synopsis: He loves to praise you all the time, you deserve it. But he also knows how much you love dirty talks, especially when doing the deed. Each character has a different small story.

• Ushijima -Dominance.

• Kuroo - Smartass, Teasing.

• Iwazumi - The man is just so in love.

• Suna - Loves your taste, attached and in love.

• Osamu - Exes who are still in love.

• Daichi - Jealousy, dominance, petty.

• Contains: Timeskip HQ characters (all 21 or older), s3x talk, some cursing, dominance, small sex stories, oral s3x, some degradation, body praise, mentions of slight choking, pet names, temptation, teasing, pettiness, jealousy, some fluff (it’s not an Lssugaluv post without fluff.)

• Characters: Ushijima, Iwazumi, Daichi, Suna, Kuroo, Osamu.

• I choose these guys because I can just see their dominance in bed.

• Please let me know if you’ll want to see other characters.

Ushijima:

• “Look at me.”

• You will never ever get used to his girth. As many times as you’ve done it with Ushijima, the stretch is always something you can never get used too. Especially when he’s gone for a while due to his games and tournaments.

• Ushijima has you nice and wet making sure you’re prepped for his girth to rip you apart. As soon as you feel the tip in you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Open your eyes. I need you to look at me.”

As soon as you open your eyes, his are burning straight at you. He then continues to insert himself in you as you can’t help but gasp with widened eyes. He grits his teeth causing his jawline to pop out even more, groaning a bit, not breaking eyesight. He bottoms out and your arch your back , filling in the gap you two had. He loves to see you become a hot mess just for him.

Kuroo:

• “I Can Tell That You Want Me.”

• Oh, your favorite smartass. Kuroo and yourself were best friends with benefits back in high school. And you decided to lose your v-card with him a week after you guys graduated high school. You later on in time became a thing. You two work at the same place now and live together.

• Kuroo can be such a tease. Especially when it comes to pushing your buttons or getting inside your pants. No one at work actually knows that you and Kuroo are technically high school sweethearts. Not that you wanted your relationship to be a secret, but more because sex at work is always 10x better when kept in the DL. Plus, everyone at the office thinks you two are enemies, since you two tend to bicker a lot. Also, you guys agreed that if people find out, that’s fine.

Today you left 25 min after he did because you slept in, plus he had a big meeting right at 8 a.m that he couldn’t miss. You went to work in a sage green long sleeve that has fur on the collar and end of the sleeves. You paired it with a black mini skirt and see through leggings under. You didn’t have time to do your hair so your did a messy bun and paired it with accessories.

You had the whole office practically drooling for you. That was until your man spotted you. His hungry gaze couldn’t get off from you. You catch him staring from afar and text him.

You: “Do you need me to send you a selfie so it can last longer?”

Kuroo: “Damn, hot but always an asshole.”

You giggle at the message and look up to him and blow him a kiss.

You pass by him and purposely drop your pen in front of him. You bend down and he sees your gorgeous ass cheeks. He makes sure know one is around to pull you in and have you sit on his lap. Your back is facing his torso, rough hand on your neck, lips next to your ear. The other hand tightly around your waist, making sure you’re securely on him.

“I can tell that you want me baby.” He whispers into your ear, following a gentle bite.

“Can you really?” You slightly moan, pushing your ass into his now growing boner.

“Meet me at our spot in 5 min.” ❤️

Iwazumi:

• “I just can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

• You met Iwazumi through Oikawa last year and right away caught his attention. He is an ass to Oikawa but man does he love you. You guys finally decided to work something out and started to see each other. You wanted to start slow with him but life had other plans.

• Iwa is a man of consent. No matter how many times you’ve guys done it together already, he will never not ask for your consent first.

He came over after a week of not being able to see him due to your university’s schedule. As soon as you opened the door you noticed he had a boner already that was IN NEED of your attention. He pinned you to the wall at the entrance of your door. He had his hands all over your ass, mouth stuck on your jaw and neck.

“Baby, please, I need you.” You pant out after a steamy make out session.

“I’m sorry baby, we haven’t seen each other, and I know you want to catch up. But I just can’t control myself when I’m around you. Once you say yes, there’s no way I’ll stop.”

You nod your head yes as in giving him consent. You literally almost fold in half when he told you that. He picks you up in princess style and takes you to your bed, the rest was history.

Suna:

• “I love the way you taste. Never get tired of it.”

• When you first met Suna, he looked like a guy who just had no cares or worries in the world. Like you couldn’t break him, so you had no idea what he would think of or what type of hobbies he was in. Now you two have been dating for a year, and for some reason, every time he comes back from a tournament, he has to be buried in between your legs.

You were watching your favorite show when you hear a click on your apartment door. It was Suna who opened the door. He rushes to take off his shoes and leaves his bag and rest of his belongings at the entrance.

He doesn’t even say say hi to you when he right away pulls your pants & undies down and leaves you in your tee shirt with nothing on the bottom. You turn flush red from your face trying to push him away.

Without saying anything, he looks at you and pushes you down to the couch, his mouth connecting with yours. His tongue wrestles with yours and out of no where you feel a finger on your clit. He kisses your neck and then stops. He sits back up and taps on your thigh for you to do the same.

He puts that finger in his mouth, getting a taste of your delicious slick. His eyes almost stayed in the back of his head with that intense eye roll.

“I love the way you taste angel. I’ll never get tired of it.”

You turn even more red from embarrassment, and cover your face. He spreads your legs wide opened using his calloused hands. He wastes no time as he starts to lick your clit up and down, up and down. The warm sensation of his tongue making you almost cum right then and there. You use both your soft hands to palm his brown locks, and boy does he love that. He moans while eating you out, because he did miss your taste.

Daichi:

• “Don’t tempt me.”

• You have known Daichi for years. You two met in middle school and you know he can be a huge hot head. You know he can also be very territorial. Yet he is a huge sweetheart and very respectful. Now, after many years of dating him and being by his side, you are at a police academy ceremony, celebrating his new position as captain.

You are wearing a beautiful navy blue satin down. You look like a precious diamond, and of course Daichi is on protective mode. You see he was busy speaking to a small but important crowd during the cocktail hour. So you decide to go pour yourself some champagne.

As you were about to pour yourself some champagne, a big man stole the bottle from your hand. “If you’ll allow me too Miss.” He had such a husky tone. You turn to see a tall, handsome police officer who had a piercing on his right ear, a small yet curled mullet and gorgeous blue eyes. You stay in shock wondering how a handsome guy like him came across you.

You stood there frozen in place as he pours champagne into your cup. He then places the bottle back into its spot on the table and whispers something in your ear. That is when reality hit you when you felt a burning gaze heading right your way. You are completely flushed for your face, as you turn to see your boyfriend about to shoot the place down.

One thing about Daichi is, when he gets upset, it’s very hard to help him calm down. Another thing is, his aura is felt dozens of miles away when something/someone he loves is being taunted with. The tall male felt the same presence you felt and decided to casually walk away. He looks at Daichi as he walks towards him and places a hand on his broad shoulder. “Sorry man, didn’t know she was your’s.”

You quickly rush to the bathroom trying to disappear. When you hear the door knob twist and it was Daichi. You were looking at him through the mirror when he goes behind you. He places both strong arms around your small waist, chin on your shoulder. He takes some times to breathe in your beautiful scent. He whispers, “Darling, you know you look beautiful tonight?”

He places a small kiss on your jawline. “What did he say?” He then places another kiss , this time on your shoulder. You turn red all over again, “n-n-nothing.”

He sees this guy made you into a stuttering mess, which irks him even more. “Darling, I’ll give you one more chance, what did he say?” His warm breath next to your ear makes you so wet, you feel your about to drip on the floor.

Your silence was irritating him. “Darling, don’t tempt me.” His tone of voice drives you insane as he lets go of you and turns you around, lifting you up on the counter. He lifts up your gown as he unzips. He knows you want it, but since you don’t give him the answer he wants, you also don’t get what you want.

He rubs his angry dripping tip onto your clit causing you to be a moaning mess. You become impatient, wanting him to fill you up. You move your hips to line yourself up but he pulls away. “Oh no baby. I asked you a question twice. You didn’t answer and I told you not to temp me.” He caresses your cheek and gives you a passionate kiss. “Sorry baby.” He says as he puts his penis away and leaves you there a throbbing mess. “I’ll wait for you outside.” As he pecks your lips one last time.

Osamu:

• “Nobody understands your body like I do.”

• You and Osamu dated for a few years until a year after you both graduated from university, you two decided to part ways and stay friends. Due to his now growing business and your traveling job, you never saw each other which created unwanted distancing. You thought you both fell out of love, which you both never did. Osamu never wanted to part, but he has always respected your decisions and didn’t want to force you to stay.

You were invited to a party by your coworkers. You didn’t want to go but of course they forced you out. They wanted you to go out there and meet new people. You were in a cute black romper with your luscious locks nice and wavy.

At the party, you had about two drinks and were talking to your coworkers. A hot guy comes up to you and invites you to a drink. You are talking and all and that’s when you lose your mind seeing your ex boyfriend across from the balcony. “O-Osamu?” You think to yourself, completely shutting out the guy’s conversation. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and decide to leave the party and just go home. Seeing him after a year really threw off your whole vibe. And you couldn’t help how freaking sexy he looks now.

As soon as you enter your front home’s entrance, you hear a knock on the door. You open it thinking it was your coworkers to take you back to the party. Without knowing it was Osamu. Your eyes completely widened and you stay glued on one spot.

“What are you doing here?”

He walks into your home and hugs you.

“I’m glad I saw you. I really miss you.”

You couldn’t help but grow teary eyes. “Osamu.. I can’t-“

He cuts off your sentence by kissing you. He starts off with two small pecks and sees you don’t stop him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. He then kisses you, inviting his tongue in your mouth. He gains a sexy moan from you, knowing you’re already as horny as he is.

He pulls away gently to look at you. “Did my baby miss me too?”

You continue to kiss him to answer his question but then you go back to your senses. “Wait. We are broken up. We can’t do this.” You let go of him. He grabs you again, this time gently spreading your legs apart, brings his hand down to your underwear, moving it to the side. He slides one finger in, rubbing your clit in small circles.

You moan, hiding your face on his neck, taking in his scent you missed so much. You feel his finger slip out and you look up at him a bit frustrated since he stopped. You look at his finger that he’s holding up to your face.

“Ya see that angel? You’re completely wet. And it’s just for me.” His finger was completely soaked in your juices.

You become embarrassed and try to deny how crazy he has you. You try to deny that you miss him and his touch as well. You try to deny that you still love him.

He picks you up and takes you to the couch. He starts kissing you all over again, gently removing your clothes. He kisses your shoulders, your neck, your collarbones, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. He kisses every part of your body. You feel like you’re about to cum, that’s how much you miss him. He undresses himself, showing off his gorgeous body. Now the two of you are completely naked.

He has you in the missionary position. He inserts himself in you, causing you to arch your back, moaning loudly. Your small hole is so tight, you cause him to groan onto your neck as he hugs you tightly.

Osamu starts to slowly pump in and out, in and out. Allowing to adjust to his size, it’s been too long.

“Ya think I don’t know ya baby? As soon as I saw you at that party, I knew you missed me.” His face a blushing mess. “Ya think ya can resist me? Ya think I can resist ya? As soon as ya kissed me, I knew ya wanted me.”

He thrusts himself hard in this sentence. Hitting your g-spot so delicious that you came after the last word.

“Nobody. Understands. Your. Body. Like. I. Do.”

[verslxt]

shut up let me sleep ft haikyuu boys

“mhm shut up” you mumbled out as they persisted with bugging you. the finally got up from the bed and let you sleep opting to go to the kitchen and make you breakfast instead it’s about 45 minutes later when they come in with a plate of bacon, eggs, grits (SO GOOD) and pancakes “love you didn’t have to do this!” you say sitting up. “i did it because i love you” they say setting the trey down

ushijima, kita, aran, iwaizumi, and mainly ushijima, asahi, suga, daichi(maybe semi)

“mhm shut up let me sleep” “no.”

atsumu, hinata, bokuto, nishinoya, suna, tanaka, goshiki, oikawa and tendou

“mhm let me sleep” “fine” *sits on phone till you wake up*

suna, sakusa, semi, iwaizumi, ushijima (sometimes) daichi, suga, and tendou (also sometimes)

[kitasgloves]

You're an Inarizaki graduate in a relationship with the SAKUSA KIYOOMI. You were close with the Miya bros, especially Atsumu, and friends with the entire Inarizaki volleyball club. You already had a longtime crush on Sakusa when you watched the practice match between Inarizaki and Itachiyama. You were forever grateful that Atsumu forced you to watch game because you wouldn't be able to have seen Sakusa.

You're working as PR in the MSBY Black Jackals and got reunited with Atsumu (unfortunately). He knows your big fat crush on Sakusa and tries to be your wingman. His plan? He gets you drunk in a party and forces you in a room alone with Sakusa. He claimed it would give you the enough courage to confess.

You confessed but you couldn't remember what Sakusa's reaction was. It ended up with Sakusa taking you to his place because you're incredibly drunk and unable to get home on your own. You woke up to the worst hungover since college and a shirtless Sakusa making breakfast calling you 'darling'.

The rest is history. You and Sakusa have been together for more than two years. Although you two seemed like the ideal couple, there has been frequent verbal fights lately. It mostly had something to do with conflicting schedules and a lot of dates cancelled. Sakusa was a busy athlete and your job as the PR didn't mix well with his hectic schedule.

"This is the fifth time that I have to cancel reservation, Omi!"

"Then just stop making reservations! You know how busy I am so don't get mad that I couldn't make up to our date!"

"You could've at least made an effort to! Or say sorry!"

"We've gone through this over and over again [Name] and I'm getting sick of it"

"So, what? You're sick of me?"

"Maybe I am!"

This argument was different from the previous. You were left stunned as Sakusa breathlessly glared at you, shattering your heart into smithereens. Immediately, your eyes felt wet as you turned around, grabbed your keys, phone, and wallet and stormed out of the apartment. You completely missed the sheer regret that erupted on Sakusa's face.

You called up Atsumu and asked to meet up at Onigiri Miya. When you arrived there and saw the blonde setter, you quickly went in for a hug and sobbed your poor heart out. Atsumu knew you had another fight with your boyfriend since you've been telling him about it for the past few days. It seemed like today, a line was crossed.

Sakusa tried reaching your phone but you have put your phone in airplane mode. Osamu kindly made you your favorite onigiri as you told them about the fight. Of course, the twins took over your side because they've known you for a very long time. You stayed over at Osamu's and had a sleepover with the Miya twins.

The next day, Sakusa was driving all the way to Osamu's place. He has found your whereabouts through his cousin Komori who he got from his teammate, Suna Rintaro. He sucked in a breath and knocked on the door. What he was not expecting was a very serious-faced Atsumu Miya answering the door.

"The hell are ya doin' here?"

"I need to pick up my girlfriend"

"She doesn't wanna be with ya right now"

"That's none of your business, Miya"

Atsumu gives Sakusa a humorless laugh and gives him the most intimidating glare that Sakusa has ever seen from him. Usually, the blonde setter is all smirks and smiles but seeing this death glare from him actually made Sakusa physically shiver.

"Ya made her cry all the way over here sayin' that yer sick of her! Do ya have any idea of the amount of effort she puts in scheduling a dinner fer the both of ya 'cuz she misses ya so much?"

Sakusa was officially speechless as he gulped. He rigidly stands there and gets his well-deserved scolding from Atsumu Miya of all people.

"[Name] means a lot to me 'cuz she's like a sister so if I ever catch her cry 'cuz of you again, I will personally beat yer ass then skin ya alive and give ya some bonus ass whoopin' from Osamu and the entire Inarizaki alumni"

Atsumu warned him. And Sakusa makes sure to keep that in mind. The blonde sighs and finally takes a step aside from the door.

"Go apologize to her and make up, Omi-kun"

Sakusa doesn't need to be told twice as he rushed inside the apartment, not bothering to take off his shoes and pounced at you in the kitchen. You just woke up but you were pleasantly surprised with your boyfriend profusely apologizing to you.

Osamu places a hand on his hip and looked at his twin. Atsumu was smiling as if he didn't just threatened Sakusa earlier.

"What did ya tell him?"

"Oh nothing, just gave him a little warnin' that's all"

Osamu knows Atsumu is a lying piece of shit.

[kairiscorner]

NO BC THIS IS READER WITH OSAMU

i'm not cute. – osamu miya x reader

"babe, what're doin'?" he asked you with a slightly muffled voice as you played with his chubby cheeks. he furrowed his eyebrows as you kept playing with his cheeks, as if he were putty in your hands and he kind of is when you touch him all lovingly and sweetly. "just admiring you, 'samu. you're so... fluffy." you gushed, squeezing his cheeks, making him go red and warm at your words and constant touching.

"like... a cat?" he asked you in confusion, sneaking glances at you. "hmm, more like a fox." "oh, haha, very funny, is it because of our team name?" "no, i'm serious!" you exclaim, grinning.

"you're like a sweet, tired little fox that just wants to hibernate all day... y'know, foxes are actually my favorite animal." you rambled with a smile, making osamu blush harder and his eyes widen at your gushing.

"...i don't mind that, i guess." he mumbled out, wrapping his muscular arm around your waist and gently pulled you closer to him, letting you pinch at his cheeks and play with them, no matter how red he'd look afterwards–because he absolutely melts at your touch, he can never stay put or calm when your soft hands are all over him; and he never wants you to stop, really, he loves your touch too much to let you go.

[kairismess]

✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆ HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU DO THEIR HAIR

TETSUROU KUROO.

he's not used to having any other hairstyle but his signature bed head or rooster head look, but he's loving it so far.

his favorite part about whenever you do his hair is when you give him a top knot or little pigtails, he never takes them off, not even during practice matches to show off his beautiful new hairstyle to the others.

he definitely loves cherry blossom hair ties, it makes him feel just as cute as you.

KENMA KOZUME.

yeah, kenma doesn't usually feel comfortable whenever his side vision is exposed, but he's slowly getting more and more accustomed to it whenever you do his hair.

kenma prefers having hair pins or clips in his hair instead of having it tied actually; he loves collecting hair clips from you and putting them in his bangs to keep them out of the way of his eyes.

he loves the feeling of your hands in his hair or on his scalp, it really calms him down and makes him sleep more comfortably, especially when he's lying down on your lap.

TOORU OIKAWA.

oikawa is definitely into couple hairstyles, no matter how ridiculous it might look on him.

he loves cinnamoroll or pochaco hair accessories, and he loves it whenever you put little pigtails in his hair and you play with them.

the most favorite thing oikawa loves when you're doing his hair is when you two exchange tea like you're in a salon together; of course, oikawa's usually grievances are about kageyama or ushijima, but it's also mainly about how he thinks you make him look too cute for his own good...

OSAMU MIYA.

osamu really doesn't mind you doing his hair, he wants you to do whatever you want with it, as long as you don't shave his hair off.

he also really loves having your fingers on his scalp or through the strands of his hair. it relaxes him after a long day of dealing with atsumu or being frustrated he couldn't see you.

osamu loves the butterfly clips you put in his hair, he loves making atsumu and the others on the team jealous he has a sweet partner who does his hair for him.

TADASHI YAMAGUCHI.

yamaguchi doesn't have a particular hairstyle from you that he appreciates, he appreciates and loves every way you style up his hair!

he enjoys it whenever you play around with his hair, especially when you use hair ties and clips that you think accentuate his hair color and eyes.

whenever you tie his hair up into a topknot, he gets really happy, because your face always lights up. and when you put your hands on either sides of his face and squish his cheeks together, admiring his cuteness, making him fluster because you can see his freckles up close and how red he's getting... making him even cuter.

[haikyu-mp4]

Break up with your bf

word count; 738 – f!reader

After high school, Osamu didn’t usually join Atsumu when he was going out despite the occasional invitation he received. However, every now and then he gave in and joined Atsumu with some of his friends, like this instance.

While he liked most of the people Atsumu played with, some of those he hung out with didn’t quite charm Osamu.

You’re not sure how your lowlife of a boyfriend became friends with a couple of professional volleyball players, but here you are. Your boyfriend brought you along to the bar again just to have you as his arm candy, but everyone could see how his eyes travelled to other women while he totally ignored you. You were getting bored, already feeling your interest in dating this guy reduced. He used to be quite sweet, but now you could see he was looking for someone better.

The lights were a little too wild and the music a bit too loud for you to just ignore his behaviour and do something else. You didn’t want to stoop to his level but you were really wasting a night, so for now you went to the bathroom. Your reflection stared back at you and looked straight-up bored. That’s quite enough, your boyfriend could find someone else to bring home tonight. Opening the bathroom door again with a new fire, you briskly walk out of the bathroom and almost reach the main room when you bump into someone.

Osamu let out a small ‘ouf’-sound and then chuckled, loosely grabbing your waist so you wouldn’t trip. You rested a hand on his chest and held your breath. “That’s some power, who are we beating up?” he joked. Your shoulders relaxed and you chuckled along with him, shaking your head before looking at him.

“Don’t worry about it, pretty boy,” you answered, returning some of the energy you felt from him.

“Really? I was hoping you’d say your boyfriend over there. Think me and my brother could take him.” he said, glancing over his shoulder in the direction of your group and dropping his hands from your waist.

When did he notice? You think back to the things your boyfriend did tonight right in front of the others. His hand on that one girl’s ass. The other girl he complimented while leaning over to the twins, one of whom had looked over at you while looking like a question mark. Your mind was telling you it was the one you were talking to now. You sighed in disbelief and considered whether or not you should answer. The music played over your heads and every other minute, someone would bump into either of you. The twins had introduced themselves at the pregame, talking to you for as long as their attention span could manage when the rest of the guys were trying to get them to drink. “Osamu, right?” he nodded, about to say something when you pretended to stretch your arms. “I’ll get him myself, but you’re welcome to join me when I leave,” you said.

“I’ll get our jackets,” he announced and you happily handed him your jacket number. With a new fire under your ass, you barged over to your group’s table, tapped your boyfriend on the shoulder and waited for him to turn around. Lucky for him, you weren’t actually going to beat him up, you were just tempted to.

Instead, you simply said “I’m breaking up with you,” before turning around and walking away. The bastard didn’t even attempt to stop you and Atsumu was cheering when you walked off.

Osamu waited by the entrance, a smirk growing on his face when he heard his brother’s cheers. “I take it that went well?” he asked and handed over your jacket.

“I want food.”

That’s how Osamu fell in love. And also how the two of you ended up at McDonalds. You stayed there for over an hour just talking and munching on your food, ex-boyfriend long since forgotten.

And maybe, though not if anybody asked, Osamu ended up in your bed the next morning. He’s holding his phone to his ear, listening as Atsumu told him about how the girl they talked to at the pregame had broken up with that idiot of a boyfriend she had, all while Osamu drew patterns on your bare back as you rested on his chest.

He’s glad he joined Atsumu for drinks, just this once.

masterlist

[creative-crybaby]

Photogenic

PAIRING: timeskip!Rintarou Suna x fem!reader x timeskip!Miya Osamu

GENRE: smut (18+)

TAGS + WARNINGS: threesome (polyamorous), fingering, oral (m receiving), double penetration, mlm relationship, handjobs, cum eating, creampie, voyeurism, consensual photo taking, praise kink, edging

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

SUMMARY: You and your lovers get creative with your home screens. All characters are 18+

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

Your lock screens are of three separate occasions.

Osamu’s is of you and Suna at Onigiri Miya. The shop owner’s hard work has finally paid off, and his store grew in popularity. You and the middle blocker popped by to celebrate the milestone, bringing a bouquet of amaryllis and some sweets for you three to share after closing. Your onigiri was on the house, and the two of you took advantage of the younger Miya’s generosity, munching away on various onigiri on the stools near the counter. The photo consists of you stuffing a half-eaten umeboshi into your mouth while the middle blocker swipes a grain of rice off your cheek.

Suna’s lock screen is of Osamu with his arm around your shoulder, the two of you sporting his jersey number. Your appearance shocked the middle blocker, as his upcoming match would’ve been on the other side of the country, and he was sure you two would be too busy to watch him play. You surprised him with front-row seats, cheering as loud as you two could and quickly gaining his attention during the first set. After winning the match, you hastily made your way to congratulate Suna, dragging Osamu with you. The brunet showed his gratitude by commenting on how ridiculous you two looked, opting to take photos as you happily posed. 

Meanwhile, your lock screen consists of your lovers in an art museum. A date you planned out, you lead the way for them, explaining everything you knew about every painting and sculpture as if they couldn’t just read about them there. A particular painting that caught both of their attention convinced you to get them to pose for a photo. They eventually agreed, resting their chins on their fists while pursing their lips and furrowing their brows, as if trying to understand the artwork’s meaning. 

Your home screens, however, were taken on the same evening.

It was all Suna’s idea, having gotten inspiration from scrolling through his camera roll. Osamu initially worried about others potentially catching a glimpse. To you, though, the opportunity dished itself out on a silver platter, and your very clear interest had his concern withering away.

Several minutes after the proposal, you three were in your bedroom, having already gone through with messy kisses and teasing bites as you stripped each other bare. It all happened so quickly that it made your head spin. 

Now, you were settled between Suna’s muscular legs as he laid against the headboard, and it only got more difficult to think straight. 

“Eyes up, bunny,” he hummed lazily. You obeyed, albeit shyly, and were greeted by your other lover prompted on the little loveseat near the foot of the bed, his dark eyes zeroed in on your spread legs as he aimed his phone at the display. The middle blocker brushed his nose against your shoulder. “Having second thoughts?”

“No,” you were quick to respond, taking a moment to breathe before opening your legs wider. You could feel his smile against your skin as he buried his face in the junction of your neck, his hand creeping down your body and between your thighs. 

“Focus on the camera if you want a good pic,” Suna smirked, peering at the other male. 

The latter scoffed, though there was no real malice behind it. “Easier said than done.”

And he was right, what with the leaking of your essence teasing his thoughts and luring his eagerness. The shop owner had half a mind to throw the phone away and have at it with both his lovers. 

Instead, the younger Miya twin gulped as he steadied his hold on the device, his eyes squinting to keep focus as Suna easily slid a finger inside your sopping hole. The two men smirked at your mewling, and it was more than enough for the middle blocker to set a languid pace. Neither of them missed your hips snapping up to meet the excruciatingly slow rhythm, though it only made the brunet tighten his hold on your legs.

“Behave,” he tutted, pulling out momentarily to lightly tap your clit. You jolted with a silent cry, tears blanketing your waterline. “Photo or no photo, we gotta stretch you out first.”

Despite your hazy vision, you still caught sight of your other lover with his hand sliding down to his crotch, lazily palming himself at the display before him. It made your cunt clench, and you had to refrain from burying your face in Suna’s neck. 

After what felt like far more than a few seconds, the athlete hummed in satisfaction before sliding back inside your pussy, this time, with two digits. With how long they are, it’s no surprise they reached your sweet spot as easily as they did. It’s how they curled just right, however, that made you gasp. The steady beats of him probing where you needed it forced you to hold still, fearing he’d stop again. 

“Any day now,” Suna drawled, his gaze trailing up to his former teammate as he continued creating the squelching noises between your legs. The sounds only grew louder as he added to his speed and force, his palm making contact with your clit as he brought his lips to your ear. “Gonna sit still and look pretty, won’t you, bunny?”

You could only whimper your confirmation as the pleasure provided occupied the majority of your thoughts. With your gaze shielded by a mist, you could hardly see Osamu merely a few feet away from you. Then again, part of you was grateful; being able to properly see the camera aimed at your naked frame would just about make you explode, especially knowing that thousands of pixels would keep this moment alive. 

Your attempts didn’t seem to be enough, however, as you felt another rough hand on your skin—this time, cupping your chin, a calloused thumb pushing past your quivering lips and forcing your mouth open. Your tongue twitched against the digit, a whine slipping out as your body grew warmer.

The snapshots, as subtle as they were, weren’t quiet enough for your ears to miss. Your eyes tingled as tears teased their downfall, working alongside your dizziness as the middle blocker continued his assault.

What finally made you let out a cry was not your long-awaited orgasm, but the feeling of emptiness following the disappearing pleasure. 

Suna’s chuckle felt downright cruel after having removed his fingers from inside you, the bubbling in your lower abdomen simmering away. 

“Noooo,” you whined, your voice quivering as you threw your head back to rest on the middle blocker’s shoulder. 

“Patience, bunny.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, and you could feel the smirk against your skin. “Once we’re all done here, we’ll keep making you cum until you pass out. Now,” the brunet pats your thigh, slowly slipping past you as he and his former teammate trade places, “do your best for the next pic, ‘kay?”

The last part sent heat straight to your face as Osamu chuckled at your state, the ravenette swiftly removing his boxers before throwing them elsewhere in the room and settling onto the edge of the bed. You crawled toward his large frame, and he grabbed your chin to pull you into a sweet kiss, humming into your mouth. By the time you separated, Suna had his phone ready to capture a moment of your intimacy.

“Ready, angel?” asked the younger twin, his large hand caressing your face. The spreading of his muscular thighs was a subtle movement, but it was enough to make your eyes dart downwards, catching sight of his hard and heavy cock dribbling precum from the slit. 

Saliva pooled onto your tongue as you nodded mindlessly, swallowing heavily before dropping to the shaft’s level. 

Laying on your side in a fetal position wasn’t the most comfortable way for you to take your lover in your mouth, but there weren’t many options for you to do so while having your face visible to Suna’s phone. You instead decided to distract yourself by doing an extra good job for Osamu, who exhaled shakily as you offered kitten licks to his tip.

“Good girl,” he sighed, his head tilting to the side as his dark eyes watched you. Those two words were more than enough to keep you going, your mouth taking more of his thick cock as your tongue danced across a prominent vein. The action earned you a guttural moan from him, and your other lover cursed under his breath. With their sounds sending heat straight to your cunt, your eyes trailed to the athlete on the loveseat. He caught your gaze, seemingly understanding your silent message as he better focused his device on you before you took a deep breath from your nose. 

You must have gagged before the tip hit the back of your throat, you were sure. Drool oozed down Osamu’s cock the more of it you took, further stretching your lips as you aimed for your goal of reaching his base. You almost didn’t hear the snapping of photos as you continued your struggle, but it wasn’t until the former wing spiker bucked his hips and forced your eyes to roll to the back of your head that you knew Suna got plenty of material. 

“All right,” he drawled, admiring the display through the camera. “That’s enough for now.”

You whined, the vibrations making Osamu hiss before you slowly slipped him out of your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected his tip to your bottom lip, and he broke that bridge by pulling you back into another steamy kiss. It was short, allowing you room to catch your breath while your lover peered at the other. 

“Didn’t have t’edge me just ‘cause ya did the same for her, ya know,” the Miya twin grunted, his thick brows somewhat furrowed. Suna only offered a nonchalant shrug before smirking, his features growing more fox-like. 

“Patience is a virtue, ya know.” There was a light taunt in the athlete’s impression of a Kansai accent as he placed his phone on the nightstand, making his male lover huff. 

“Yer one to talk.”

The slight bickering ceased once the brunet joined you on the bed, his sharp eyes scanning your face for discomfort. 

“How’re you feeling, bunny?” His tone dropped to something much softer, his hand cradling your face while his thumb swiped some precum from the corner of your swollen lips. “Wanna keep going?”

Your eyes glazed over with affection as you stared at him with a smile. “Yeah.”

Both men copied your expression, each holding one of your hands for comfort. It wasn’t long until the middle blocker’s softness morphed into a more mischievous one.

“Well, now it’s our turn to pose,” he said, pulling back to stand straight and hook his thumbs under his boxer’s waistband. “Consider it your break before we get to the real deal.”

A shot of energy surged through your veins at the implications, and you got up from your spot on the mattress to grab your phone, wobbling as you did so. Osamu, luckily, had his arms out, ready to catch you should you fall. He made sure you got to the loveseat safely. 

Once you were settled, Suna was fully nude, erect cock free of its restraints as it occasionally twitched. The athlete made himself comfortable looming over his boyfriend, resting his hands on the other’s shoulders. 

Osamu’s eyes remained on you as he held onto the brunet’s waist. “Whaddya want us t’do, sweetheart?”

You hadn’t thought that far ahead. To be honest, you were more focused on the sexual activities themselves than the photography aspect, and your lips pursed as you pondered. 

“Surprise me,” you answered somewhat sheepishly, not wanting to spend too much time coming up with ideas. “I’m sure you’ll both look great regardless.”

Your response earned you a grin from the former athlete and an amused hum from the current one before they faced each other and leaned in for a kiss. You almost forgot about the phone in your hand as you watched your lovers moan into each other’s mouths, pressing their lips harder together as they embraced. Suna climbed onto the bed, pushing Osamu further back to make room for himself without disconnecting. 

Every moment between them was picture-perfect, but you couldn’t find it in you to snap a photo, afraid of missing even a second of their love. You especially couldn’t peel your eyes away when the younger twin brought both cocks together, languidly jerking them together while the brunet bucked his hips in tandem. 

Take the damn photo.

Easier said than done when your eyes were stuck on a masterpiece with your thumb refusing to move from its spot above the button. Both men progressed their sloppy makeout session as Suna pushed Osamu to lay on the mattress, strong thighs on top of strong thighs as the roll of their hips became more apparent. 

“Take as many photos as you want, bunny.” His focus remained on the lover below him, but the middle blocker’s words were obviously for you. 

“I can do this all day,” the ravenette chimed with shallow breaths. Strangely enough, they managed to snap you back from whatever lustful heaven you were floating in to get you to take their photo. Multiple photos at that, your finger pressing the button with barely one-second intervals in between to make sure nothing came out blurry. Even once you stopped, your boyfriends’ pace didn’t falter.

“Got it?” Suna hummed, his eyes even more narrow than usual as he focused on his pleasure. 

“I think so,” you breathed, leaving your phone on the loveseat before leaning towards your partners. Your home screen can wait. “Can I join now?”

The whine in your voice made Osamu chuckle, only cutting himself off with a groan when the brunet’s hips halted. The shop owner reached his arm out to you. “C’mere.”

You quickly crawled towards him, your head swooping down to press your lips against his with a keen. Suna sighed at the sight, his body no longer pressed against the other male as he lightly pumped his cock at the display before him. 

Without breaking the kiss, the ravenette flipped your body to have you on your back, the middle blocker aiding by slipping a pillow under your head. Even with the two no longer playing volleyball together, they still know how to work as a team. 

You were breathless, but you didn’t dare pull away as Osamu slid his tongue into your mouth, toying with yours as he shifted between your legs. The bed dipped near your head, a pair of muscular thighs trapping you between them. From your peripherals, you could see Suna peering down at you with hooded lids and a smirk, his cock back at full mast and close to your face. 

The air finally found its home in your lungs when the kiss ended, though you had little time to catch your breath before the brunet tapped your swollen lips with his tip. A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth, and you panted as you eagerly took him down your throat. With a drawn-out moan, you were quick to cover as much of his shaft as possible with your saliva, your tongue swirling around the girth. 

Meanwhile, Osamu had his tip aiming at your cunt, tapping at your clit before slowly diving into your dripping pussy. You gagged the further he stretched you out, leading to a chain reaction of Suna groaning at the vibrations dancing along his dick. You gripped onto the middle blocker’s thighs for support, digging your nails into his skin as your other lover’s navel reached yours. You couldn’t help but shiver as he decided to remind you of his size by pressing a large hand down on your lower belly.

“Ya feel that, pretty girl?” he rasped, his thumb caressing your skin. You could only moan, your mouth still full as Suna thrusted softly into your throat.

“You trying to make me cum early?” he huffed lowly, his fingers mindlessly tracing your throat. You whimpered an apology, not that you could do much else. 

“Cut her some slack,” Osamu hummed, beginning to thrust languidly. His hands slid up your body, finding your breasts and toying with your nipples with a half-smile. “She can’t help it if she’s good at takin’ cock.”

His comment brought heat to your face, though it only encouraged you to take more of Suna’s shaft into your mouth and hollow your cheeks. The action earned you a groan from the athlete, followed by him mumbling, “Can’t argue with that,” under his breath.

It wasn’t long until your lovers quickened their pace, Osamu’s dick finding your sweet spot while Suna’s hit the back of your throat. Even through your intense gagging and squelching, you could hear the sound of lips smacking and deep moans. From your position, you couldn’t watch your lovers exchange acts of lust, but with them connecting their bodies through yours, you supposed you couldn’t complain. 

You felt your legs lift off the duvet and onto broad shoulders before the pounding between your thighs grew in intensity. Your cries remained muffled, and it wasn’t many seconds later until the middle blocker stilled above you, spilling hot ropes of semen into your mouth. You did your best to swallow it all, careful not to choke on the quantity and girth as it just kept coming. You wouldn’t be surprised if his thighs were bleeding from how deeply you were digging your nails into them, though Suna’s voiced many times before how he loves showing off his marks to anyone who caught sight of them in the locker room. 

Osamu only momentarily slowed his pace to allow his male lover to slide out of your mouth, his hands caressing your legs as you gulped copious amounts of air. It wasn’t until Suna shifted to your side and your breathing regulated that the former wing spiker proceeded with his actions, wrecking your insides like it was his life’s mission.

“Feels so good, princess,” he groaned, his strokes growing sloppy. “‘M so close. Ya gonna let me cum inside, yeah? Fill ya to the brim?”

You nodded your head rapidly, only managing to hiccup in response. Suna chuckled at your state, the athlete reaching for his phone on the nightstand once more and pointing it at where you and Osamu connected.

You weren’t sure where to focus, though with your lover abusing your sweet spot, you supposed the decision was already made for you. Then, Suna decided to help by rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit, and your back arched off the mattress. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, your voice trapped in your raw throat as your pussy convulsed around your boyfriend’s thick cock.

“Shit!” you heard Osamu hiss. “Shitshitshitshit—”

He joined you moments later, doing exactly what he asked and emptied every drop his balls had to offer. The warmth spilling inside you brought your voice back, and you slurred both your lovers’ names as your orgasm continued to attack your body.  

You dropped onto the mattress as soon as it ended, panting heavily as you tried to get the room to stop spinning. Osamu pulled out, and you caught sight of Suna aiming his phone at your spent cunt, a smile creeping onto his face as the former’s cum seeped out of your hole.

Everything was a blur. 

You could only pout at your screen as you swiped through each photo you took, none of them sharp enough to use as a home screen. You supposed you shouldn’t be surprised, having been more focused on the display than capturing it. 

“What’s up?” Osamu asked, peeking at you from the corner of his eye. His phone was in his hand, his attention no longer on the device as he pulled you closer into his embrace. 

Suna paused his actions, peering over your shoulder on your other side before grinning. 

“Didn’t get any good pics, huh?” His chuckles made your brows furrow. “Guess we’ll just have to do everything all over again.”

You didn’t miss how his voice dropped an octave at the suggestion, and your face grew warm as Osamu nuzzled his nose into your hair. 

“It’s just one pic,” you grumbled, your thighs subconsciously pressed together. “We can make it quick.”

Suna shook his head, showing you his screen. “You’re not the only one who messed up, bunny.”

Your lips pursed as you swiped through his photos, noticing the similarities of blurriness with your own. You felt a smirk tug at Osamu’s mouth, and your frown deepened. The middle blocker never missed an opportunity to capture a moment on his device; making a mistake–this many, at that–was downright impossible for him. 

Before you could point it out, Osamu was copying his former teammate’s actions, his eyes on your phone while showing you his screen. 

“What a coincidence.” He feigned innocence as you saw his unfocused photos, your eyes widening in realization. You couldn’t even voice your anger, what with their hands creeping up your thighs and the heat pooling in your lower belly. With the knowing look they shared, it was safe to assume they knew how you felt. Osamu moved to your ear. “Strike a pose for us, won’t you?”

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[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 31

breeding kink - miya osamu x reader

word count: 1512

A/N: so this is it! thank you so much for everyone who stuck around for this kinktober event. 31 fics in 31 days, its the biggest project i have ever done. thank u for all the love and support ❤️

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What is stopping you?

Your mind repeated the question in your head every day, and it felt like your brain was yelling at you in frustration and confusion, wanting to know why exactly you were tongue tied in this situation. It made no sense to wait anymore. The time was ideal.

Truly, there couldn't be a better time to bring it up. You were happy with your job, Osamu’s business was flourishing; he had just opened another Onigiri Miya in Tokyo. He had a good staff now, an organized system on how to manage it all. He didn’t have to be the only person worrying for the business anymore, since he had hired experienced managers. It allowed him enough breathing room to come home early, cook a nice, hearty dinner for you both that you enjoyed while sprawled on the couch in front of the TV. Money wasn’t a worry anymore.

So really, what was stopping you from bringing up the topic of kids?

You seemed to have become lost in the same thoughts again because you only came to when Osamu nudged you, making you blink and tear your eyes away from the TV screen. He was looking at you questioningly, and you could see a hint of worry behind his dark eyes.

“What’s on yer mind, doll?”

You shook your head and smiled, shrugging a bit. “It’s no big deal ‘Samu. Just a project at work.”

He hummed a little, shoving more noodles into his mouth and sparing you little glances as he did so. You knew he didn’t believe you. Your husband knew you too well to fall for such an obvious lie. But you couldn’t, for the life of you, figure out how to broach the topic that was itching in the back of your mind for the last few days.

What do I even say? Put a baby in me?

You swallowed down the little knot that formed in your throat at the thought. Fuck. Was this turning you on? You grit your teeth tight enough that it hurt your jaw, scolding the little voice in your head to not do anything stupid.

When has your brain and lack of filter ever listened to you, though?

The next night, when Osamu had you sprawled on his lap, your back against his front, two fingers buried knuckles deep inside you and having pulled an orgasm out of you already, you babbled out the thought that had been plaguing you for many, many days.

“‘Sa- Samu,” you whined, long and desperate, dragging out his name. “Need your cock. Need your cum. Please.”

Osamu groaned in reply, pulling out his drenched fingers from your core and laying you on the bed. You pulled your legs up on instinct, spreading them wide, knees brought up to your sides. Osamu’s responding moan was sinful.

“S-shit, baby,” he breathed, clumsy hands quickly discarding his shirt and sweatpants. “Ya want it that bad? So ready to take me?”

You nodded your head frantically, back arching when he finally sunk his big, throbbing cock into you. The slide was comfortable and easy, considering how long you had spent spread apart on his fingers. Osamu wasted no time in immediately picking up speed, knowing exactly what spots to hit that had you reduced to a weepy mess.

You fumbled around until you had grabbed Osamu’s hands, hooking both of them under your knees and applying pressure. Osamu stared at you in realization before he shifted a bit and used his weight to hold your legs apart. You wanted him to put you in a mating press.

“This what ya want, sweetheart?” His voice was so hoarse you felt like you could cum just at the sound of it. “Fuck, ya look so sexy. All spread out fer me.”

Osamu was big on dirty talk, you knew. He loved speaking during sex and he loved when you spoke during sex. Over the years, you two had tried any and every thing in the bedroom that you possibly could, and you had lost all shame when it came to voicing your desires. The filthier, the better actually. Osamu could easily cum if you talked him through it.

Pair that with your days-old ruminating thoughts, and everything spilled out of you like word vomit.

“‘Samu,” you gasped. “Fuck me hard and deep, please. Please. Need to- need to be filled up with your cum, daddy. Need it.”

Osamu’s thrusts sped up and he cursed under his breath. “You’ll get it, babygirl. You’ll get daddy’s cum. Every last drop.”

You nodded frantically, crying out at a particularly well aimed thrust. “Yes! I- Osamu!” You wailed when his thumb made contact with your clit. Your nails dug into his back as you scrambled to pull him close. “Gimme. ‘Samu, gimme.”

Osamu was moaning into the skin of your neck, your legs over his shoulders and your body bent in half. “What’s gotten into ya today, baby? So greedy.”

You wound a hand through his hair, feeling the knot in your stomach pull tighter and tighter. You were seconds away from an orgasm. You pulled his head up by the hair until he was looking into your eyes. Your tears-coated, weepy eyes.

“Get me pregnant, Osamu. I want your kids.”

You didn’t have the time or the mental coherence to look at his reaction, because your orgasm washed over you like a freight train. Osamu’s movements stuttered, as a result of your words or you reaching your peak, you didn’t know. All you could do was feel the waves of electricity wash over you as you tried to breathe through the overwhelming feeling.

It was only when Osamu slowed to a stop in you, still twitching and throbbing, that you opened your wet eyes. He was looking down at you with mouth slightly open in shock, breathing still labored from his previous exertion. His dark hair was messy, stuck to the sweat on his forehead. All was silent between you.

“Are you serious?” He breathed, trying to see through your post-orgasm face. You nodded slowly.

“Thought about it a lot.” You admitted, tightening your legs around his waist a bit. “I’m ready if you are.”

A few more seconds, before Osamu bit his bottom lip and groaned, eyes falling to half mast again. He breathed deep, shaking his head. The corner of his mouth twitched up a bit.

“Do ya know how long I’ve waited fer this?” His voice was husky. He pulled himself up and unwound your legs from his waist. Then he bent you in half again, before setting a fast, bruising, brutal pace.

You gasped and threw your head back at the sudden change, pussy still sensitive from your orgasm, jaw going slack. His cock pounded into you with all the ferocity he could summon, one of the roughest sessions you two had had for a while, burning through you like embers crawling under your skin.

“Thought ‘bout it so much.” He continued choking out words, not slowing in the slightest. “The thought of ya all fat an’ swollen with ma kids. Fuck. Yer gonna look radiant.”

You moaned with him, picturing your pregnant belly, glowing face. Picturing a little human that you will birth. A human that Osamu could potentially put in you now.

“Daddy,” you whined. “Need…. I need- please.”

“Need what, baby?” Osamu had a little smirk on his face. His skin was flushed and damp, a drop of sweat rolling down the side of his face. His eyes were so dark you couldn’t make out his pupils. He looked feral.

“Need my load in ya? That it? Need ta take every last drop, yeah? Can’t risk wastin’ it.”

His hand came up, winding into your hair and tugging hard until you yelped.

“Take it, doll. Take it-”

His voice broke into a long moan as his hips stuttered and you felt warmth flood your insides, his bulging biceps trembling as he tried to hold his weight up through his orgasm. He was loud through it, coaxing you with rough words and even rougher fingers pinching your clit until you came one last time with a heaving cry, eyes rolling up into your head.

You had barely caught your breath when Osamu reached up to grip your face tightly with one hand, your cheeks squishing together. You stared at him with zoned out, misty eyes.

“Don’t ya dare waste a single drop.” He whispered so close that his lips brushed your puckered ones. “Keep it inside yer pussy like a grateful slut, ya hear me?”

You moaned in response, nodding weakly against his grip. He pulled out then and you clenched tightly, but you could feel it as a little bit trailed down your crack. Osamu hummed in disappointment, holding your legs open and watching as his cum leaked out.

“Poor baby. Couldn’t do it, could ya?” You felt him lean forward and brush a surprisingly soft kiss below your ear.

“I guess I’ll just have ta keep goin’ until I know yer pregnant fer sure.”

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[cr4yolaas]

8:57 PM — osamu miya

“…cut at an angle. make sure to watch for your fingers, though,” osamu muttered. he stood behind you, his arms caging you against the kitchen counter with his hands — warm, calloused, and large — guiding yours gently. you bore the onigiri miya apron with his name on the chest.

he watched as you sliced through the fatty tuna in a manner akin to that of a child learning how to walk. the cut was messy and diagonal, so much so that osamu was surprised the knife even made it through the fish. he sighed, albeit not in anger nor disappointment — rather, in contentment.

“um …” you began, realizing how abnormal the fish slice looked. “is it okay?”

the man wasted no time in reassuring you. “of course. it looks a little off, but that’s normal.” he grabbed the knife from your hands and placed it in the sink. “okay, so now…” osamu began guiding you through the motions — preparing the rice, mixing the ingredients, creating the side dishes — all with a loving gaze and a steady hand.

in high school, osamu always came to school with a bento box neatly wrapped in a plain cloth. he told you he made the meals himself. even now, he’d occasionally wake up early in the morning to pack his lunch, despite working in a restaurant. naturally, your interest got the best of you. when you came to onigiri miya right after your shift, osamu was cleaning the kitchen, his arms still covered by compression sleeves as he wiped down the counter. but when you had asked of him a simple request — to teach you how to make lunch the way he did — he couldn’t bear to turn you down.

“… and you tie it like this.” he tied the cloth into a neat ribbon. the fascination in your eyes made him grin. “happy now?”

you nodded. “i didn’t think it was this complicated. can’t believe you woke up to do this before school every day.” osamu reached behind you to untie your apron, his motions soft and delicate.

“it’s not that hard,” he teased. your irritated response only illicited a laugh out of him, the noise filling the room with an unmatched decadence. together, you closed up the shop, the jingle of the bell ringing behind you as you headed to the car with a bento box in one hand and his in the other.