#osamu miya x male reader

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drabble...Miya Brothers🦊

"F-Fuck, you two trying to kill me or sumn'- mmff!!"

Clumsily palming his mouth, the (h/c) muffled his cries when one of the brothers suddenly sucked in his cheeks, Atsumu looking up at him with glee.

(m/n)'s pants and briefs were lazily draped on the floor, he didn't even bother taking the rest of his clothes off, the tip of his shirt pushed up, exposing his torso, littered with teeth marks. He was sitting on a chair, both his legs suspended in the air, each supported by one of the brothers.

They ganged up on him, again. Stupid idiots. (m/n) knew he would always be overpowered by those pair. Although Atsumu was the one who pounced on him the moment they stepped in his bedroom, Osamu had been the one to shimmy his pants off, tugging out his hard cock.

They were both on their knees, in front of the sitting (h/c), Atsumu's mouth suckling on his tip and Osamu sloppily lapping up at his base, his fingers inching closer to his hole.

(m/n)'s face was hot and he felt dizzy, they've been edging him for almost an hour, not letting him orgasm. His hips bucking, and his fingers clenching onto the arm rest of the chair. He was bound to burst but damn Atsumu would always clench his dick.

"Not lettin' ya cum first." He mumbled. "It's fun to see this. Meltin' so quick." (m/n) whined as he begged Atsumu to with his moans, whorishly pleading him to let him cum.

"Tsumu'! Tsumu'! J-Just let me- ahhn!" He painfully hissed when a dry appendage shoved into his asshole, his rim stretching as his thighs shook at the pain.

Osamu had moved on from sucking his cock together with Atsumu, to fingering him. He spat on the rest of his fingers before letting it join his pointer finger, prodding (m/n)'s asshole.

The (h/c)'s head knocked back, his eyes unfocused as he continued to suffer at the hands of the twins. "W-Wanna burst...Wanna orgasm so bad- mmn!"

"What do we get?" Osamu finally spoke, a similar glint from his more expressive brother gleaming behind his irises.

"It'd be cruel for you to squirt alone. What about ta' rest of us?" He prodded, curling his fingers deep, pressing onto the prostate making the other mewl in desperation.

(m/n) gasped a few times before crying out. "I'll do anything! I'll fucking bend over or whatever, just wanna cu- ah!"

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Spurts of drool pooled at the end of his mouth, slowly dripping from his lips. The trail separating in time with Atsumu's thrusts. The blonde, hugging him from behind, both of them on their knees as he rutted his cock into his hole, their thighs sticky with Osamu's cum squirting out of (m/n)'s filled ass.

"Uhh mmn huh..." He babbled, too cockdrunk to even form distinguishable words. Not even noticing Osamu crouching in front of him, tapping his tip on his lips. "Open up now."

The (h/c) had came a few times by now. Every time one of the twin came inside him, they'd let him reach his high. And it had been the fitfh round for him, draining his balls since he had to accomodate for two stamina-driven volleyball players.

He unconsciously opened his mouth, spit still dripping down, his body still bouncing from the animalistic thrusts Atsumu was fucking inside him.

Osamu pressed his tongue down with his thumb, letting his cock slide right into (m/n)'s mouth, groaning at the warm wetness. The (h/c) immediately enveloped the thick shift, pressing his mouth close, his palate slid over with precum.

"So hot." Atsumu kissed his shoulder. "Should' get ya' a tramp stamp. With my name on it." He bared his teeth for a second before biting down on (m/n)'s bare shoulder, squeezing a whimper out of him.

"Ya' idiot, then everyone's gonna claim him. A tramp is a whore." Osamu frowned, casually berating his brother while pounding his hips into the (h/c)'s mouth. His balls were slapping against (m/n)'s chin and he could feel rows of teeth brushing against his base.

The twins were arguing again while (m/n) just had to sit in the middle, Atsumu still rocking his pelvis against the back of his thighs, Osamu pulling his hair and pushing his cock down into his throat. It wasn't until (m/n) came then did they return their attention back to him.

Spurts of cum splattered on the tatami floor under them, his tip dripping and his hole squeezing Atsumu. The blonde licked a stripe up his ear before berating him with a smirk. "Dirty little thing, ya' came without us."

"Selfish brat." Osamu gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on the (h/c) strands. (m/n) blinked up at him, his cock still in his mouth. Teary (e/c) trying to coax him, Osamu easier to persuade compared to the bratty blonde.

He gagged when he felt the tip brushing roughly over his uvula, (m/n) withstood the angry thrusts Osamu was giving him. "Don't think ya' can pull that trick again." He mocked the (h/c).

A slap on his ass and he flinched. Atsumu rubbing one of his reddening cheeks, pulling out his cock before slamming it back in. He spanked the (h/c) again, a shriek muffled by his brother's dick and Atsumu just continued to fuck his cock into the wet hole.

You know how painful it is to get smacked by one of the best servers? (m/n) could only arch his back, his knees shaky. He didn't have time to recover from his orgasm as they continued to push through, using his body like a cocksleeve.

(m/n) choked, his mouth filled with cum, Osamu patting his head as the (h/c) pulled back coughing. He yelped when Atsumu pulled him up, his chest against his back, as they both were up on their knees. The blonde sucked on his neck, his pace quickening compared to his teasing thrusts from before while (m/n) could only moan and whine with Osamu's cum dripping down his chin.

Said twin crawled forward before propping himself up, licking and nibbling on his unoccupied shoulder while his hand went to sneakily jerk the (h/c) off.

"Fuck fuck holy shit-!" He yelled out, the pleasure inside climbing, about to burst.

Atsumu grinned, leaving one last smack before stilling inside the (h/c)'s ass, painting the coated walls white again. (m/n) could only whine as Osamu kept tugging on his shaft, pulling him to squirt in his hand.

The three took their breaths, panting and regaining their composure. Atsumu loosening his hold and (m/n) dropped onto the floor, his ass leaking white semen.

"....hah...haa...what were we supposed to do again?"

"Studying." Osamu stated blankly before pointing at his brother. "His idea to jump you." "YOU PROPOSED IT???" They argued again, (m/n) sighing as he let himself rest on the floor. It was only a matter of time before they would pounce on him again.

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Me writing someone else other than daisou😱

Anyways, will be disappearing for a few days. Peace out.

I tried to do the accent thing, didn't think it turned out as well, ill do more research

Taglist:

@tehyunnie @rainnyydaysworld @webwanderer @a-short-ass-disappointment @chikai-k @mello-life25 @miyuuuki @simpsations @sugar-p0p @kiiyoooo @helloanime @garlicforthewin @jaxyy219 @mikahrh @gayaristocrat

[reallyromealone]

Hi can you do a long story about the Miya twins taking care of their brother (age 5) he's mad at them because they were late to picking him up and them trying to make it up to him

Title: forgotten

Fandom: haikyuu

Characters: Atsumu Miya, Osamu miya

Warnings: male reader, fluff, child reader, slight hurt to comfort

☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️

The twins were rushing, they knew they fucked up as they went to the preschool at nearly an hour late where their five year old brother stood with a seething glare "where were you two!" (Name) barked angrily as he crossed his arms "I been here forever with Mrs. (Teacher)!" The twins sighed as they knew this wasn't going to be easy, food wouldn't make him not angry this time.

"Sixth time this month!" The little one wouldn't let them hold him, only holding on to Osamu's finger "sorry bud, practice delayed!" They wasn't a good enough answer as (name) looked at Atsumu with puffed up cheeks and glared "bad reason!" He grumbled out, the two signing as (name) grumbled.

They knew they needed to do something bigger to make this up to the little one who was fed up with his brothers.

(Name) had to begin wondering if his brothers even cared at all.... Always forgetting him like this.

The twins noticed how upset the youngest was, the two feeling shitty for forgetting him.

So they did the most logical thing.

Spent 100 dollars each at an arcade with him, snacks games and toys formthe rest of the day "woo! Get it!" Atsumu said as Osamu held (name) up so he could play "win those ticket's!"

The twins held the prizes they won, the two using their coordination to their advantage as (name) ate a riceball from a convenience store they passed.

"You know we love you right?" Osamu asked the tyke, both crouching down to his level when they got home and (name) looked down and didn't answer "hey, none of that's Atsumu said to the boy seriously "you're our baby brother, we love you brat"

"Don't call me a brat!" (Name) fired back and Atsumu grinned in an annoying big brother "then stop acting like it!"

"Dummy!"

"Shorty!"

Aaaaand things were back to normal.

[hotvinimon]

Miya Osamu <3

“Samu…Samu…Don’t look directly, but I can see your doppelganger… just behind you.”

You and your sweet, loving, handsome, onigiri man of a boyfriend were on a night date in the street of Shibuya. Osamu was busy in choosing what to eat first, while you took pictures. Suddenly you saw Osamu’s clown toghether with a curly haired, bitch-faced man, an orange head and an owl faced beefy boy.

To say that you were shocked would be an understatement. A guy… or I should say Samu’s clown was chatting with his friends just few meters behind your boyfriend, only his hair's more blonde, and his vibe's more... clownish.

“Doppelganger ??? what do you even me-” “CAN’T YOU FUCKING WHISPER ?? AND DON’T LOOK LIKE THAT. BE MORE SUBTLE.” you whisper yelled.

Suddenly the doppelganger looked in your direction and frowned comically and advanced towards you.

“OH MY GOSH, SAMUUUU, HE'S COMING... HE'S COMING THIS WAY!”

Samu quickly looked into the direction, and unlike you he was frowning ??? similarly like his doppelganger ??? what the heck was going on. Was there some kind of invisible mirror thing that you couldn’t see.

Even the doppelganger's buddies seem cool, like they're in on the joke.

The doppelganger was now, standing in front of you and looking at your boyfriend, like he was communicating with his eyes. Before anyone could say anything…

“OMYGODOMYGODOMYGOD… CAN I TAKE A PICTURE WITH YOU SIR ????”

All eyes are on you, but who cares? It's not every day you meet your boyfriend's mirror image.

“Oh.. of course cutie, are you a fan ??”

“Well, I’m a human but I’ve never seen my boyfriend’s clown my entire life.” you giggled like a kid.

“DON’T DO THAT”. That ‘DOPPELGANGER’ yelled at your boyfriend.

“I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING.”

“YOU ARE MAKING GOO-GOO EYES AT HER. LIKE YOU MAKE AT FOOD.”

“I AM NOT.”

“YES YOU ARE”

All you could hear for next fifteen minutes was funny curse words and skin slapping sounds. Meanwhile, the curly-haired dude shoots you a concerned look.

“Ohhhh… so you are his big brother. Nice to meet you Tsum, I’m y/n, Samu’s s/o.”

Unlike your fictional brain, the ‘DOPPELGANGER’ turned out to be your boyfriend’s twin brother.

“Nice to meet you too y/n/n” Atsumu showed his signature smirk.

“IT’S MIYA TO YOU AND IT’S Y/L/N TO YOU.”

"WHAT THE HECK, BASTARD? AM I SOME GIRLFRIEND STEALER?"

"MORE LIKE AN UNINVITED DATE CRASHER."

"AT LEAST I'M EYE CANDY."

"YEAH, WELL, MOM LIKES ME MORE."

More insults fly, more slaps echo, and the furniture starts to question its life choices. Meeting your boyfriend's twin? Not too shabby after all.

Keys -

y/n - your name

s/o - sgnificant other

y/n/n - your nick name

y/l/n - your last name

Requests are open

[ac3ifix]

Osamu drabble (not my best work but wtv, a lil over 100 words)

FTM reader

“Pleasee samu!” you beg, tears streaming down your face as you desperately buck your hips into his mouth

“Hips down,” He commands, pushing your thighs further apart so he can view your pretty pussy. “So wet for me,” he mutters before going back to nipping and sucking on your bud.

“Please!! S’too much!!” You cry, as he continues to suck and tease at your entrance

“Apologise for flirting with Suna and you can come,” he commands.

“Im sorry ‘Samu!!” you cry, finally giving in after hours of refusing.

“Such a good boy,” he praises before finally giving you just enough pleasure to release onto his mouth.

[idk-wanna-know]

A Stripper Really?

Tsukishima kei the most popular stripper in town, his flirty personality, lewd gesture and even lewder clothing got the attention of many men. Especially powerful men who has money, and if there one thing Tsukishima kei loves more than dick it's money

It's a normal day tsukishima was done with his performance, and was open from request. When he got of the stage someone pulled him to corner, it was a security guard. "That guys in the VIP section has been starting with love eyes for your whole show" Akashi said to him "I know, I saw. I winked at him a few times, and he switched how he sat alot of times too, maybe to try and hide something" Tsukishima said back, smirking

Akashi put a hand around Tsukishima's waist pulling him close, Tsukishima chuckled, pushing him away "I'm not free Akashi. If you want me, buy me sweetheart" Tsukishima said pulling away from him. Walking to the VIP section, going to the man that has been staring at him, the man had grey and a muscular build, Tsukishima likes that "may I help you sir?" Tsukishima's voice was seductive to anyone that heard him "Oh sweetheart, you can help me in a lot of ways" the man spoke, his voice deep making shivers go down his back

Before tsukishima could respon the man spoke "how about you give me a lap dance doll" the man pulled Tsukishima onto his lap, Tsukishima didn't push away but wrapped his hand around the man's neck "I could but that would come with a price, and I am very pricey" Tsukishima leaned his head against the man's shoulder

The man smirked, standing up with Tsukishima in his hands, "that wouldn't be a problem for me doll" Tsukishima gasp as the man carried him to a private room.

"Now how about you dance for me doll" the man said as he put Tsukishima down "I don't even know your name, and you expect me to dance for you?" The man chuckled "if you dance for me I'll give you more than just my name" Tsukishima blushed a little then a little chuckle got out "I already know you'll give me more, but what I ain't is your name"

"Like I said dance for me and I'll give you my name doll" Tsukishima almost clicked his tongue, but turned around and started to dance for him.

Tsukishima kei the most popular stripper in town, his flirty personality, lewd gesture and even lewdder clothing got the attention of many men. Especially powerful men who has money, and if there one thing Tsukishima kei loves more than dick it's money

It's a normal day tsukishima was done with his performance, and was open from request. When he got of the stage someone pulled him to corner, it was a security guard. "That guys in the VIP section has been starting with love eyes for your whole show" Akashi said to him "I know, I saw. I winked at him a few times, and he switched how he sat alot of times too, maybe to try and hide something" Tsukishima said back, smirking

Akashi put a hand around Tsukishima's waist pulling him close, Tsukishima chuckled, pushing him away "I'm not free Akashi. If you want me, buy me sweetheart" Tsukishima said pulling away from him. Walking to the VIP section, going to the man that has been staring at him, the man had grey and a muscular build, Tsukishima likes that "may I help you sir?" Tsukishima's voice was seductive to anyone that heard him "Oh sweetheart, you can help me in a lot of ways" the man spoke, his voice deep making shivers go down his back

Before tsukishima could respon the man spoke "how about you give me a lap dance doll" the man pulled Tsukishima onto his lap, Tsukishima didn't push away but wrapped his hand around the man's neck "I could but that would come with a price, and I am very pricey" Tsukishima leaned his head against the man's shoulder

The man smirked, standing up with Tsukishima in his hands, "that wouldn't be a problem for me doll" Tsukishima gasp as the man carried him to a private room.

"Now how about you dance for me doll" the man said as he put Tsukishima down "I don't even know your name, and you expect me to dance for you?" The man chuckled "if you dance for me I'll give you more than just my name" Tsukishima blushed a little then a little chuckle got out "I already know you'll give me more, but what I ain't is your name"

"Like I said dance for me and I'll give you my name doll" Tsukishima almost clicked his tongue, but turned around and started to dance for him.

Tsukishima swayed his hips to the music, running his hands up and down his body, teasing the man sitting in front of him. He could feel the man's eyes on him as he moved, and he liked it. He liked the attention, the power he held over the man.

Tsukishima continued to dance, feeling the man's eyes on him the entire time. He could see the lust in the man's eyes, and it made him feel powerful. He continued to tease the man, running his fingers over his own body and biting his lower lip.

Tsukishima yelped as the man pulled Tsukishima onto his lap, but tsukishima kept moving his hips on the man's lap, feeling something getting hard under him. Tsukishima chuckled and kept moving touching the man's chest, getting closer to each otsher but as the music stops

Tsukishima leaned in even closer to the man, wrapping his hands around the mans neck, "So, what's your name, handsome?"

The man chuckled, his breath hot against Tsukishima's neck. "My name is Osamu, Miya Osamu" he said, running a hand up Tsukishima's thigh. "And you, doll? What's your name?"

Tsukishima was in a world of surprise and confusion to answer the question 'Miya Osamu.... where did I hear that name before... inarizaki clan... but wasn't the name Miya Atsumu' Tsukishima said to himself. But his train thought got cut off from hearing

Osamu chuckled and start to leave hickeys on Tsukishima's neck. Tsukishima gasp from the sudden move, tightening his hand around Osamu's neck "when someone I a question you need to answer doll, it's not nice" Osamu said biting down onto tsukishimas neck "ngh!~.... Tsu-tsukishima Kei" Tsukishima tried to say as Osamu continued to leave hickeys

Tsukishima moaned as Osamu left more hickeys on his neck, feeling a familiar sensation of pleasure building up inside him. He closed his eyes and leaned into Osamu's touch, letting himself get lost in the moment.

Osamu chuckled and leaned in to kiss Tsukishima, his lips soft and warm against Tsukishima's. Tsukishima moaned into the kiss, feeling a surge of desire coursing through him. He tightened his arms around Osamu's neck, deepening the kiss and pulling him closer.

Osamu's hands went to Tsukishima's ass, squeezing them hard making Tsukishima jump a little. Tsukishima pulled away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva was made "I'm pricey if you don't remember" Tsukishima tried to say

"Oh I know doll. now, why don't you strip down like the slut you are" Osamu slap Tsukishima's ass. Tsukishima got off of Osamu's lap starting to strip down "flash your hole at me then play with yourself, I want to see you cum undone without me touching you doll" Osamu spoke with lust and desire

Tsukishima smirked and turned around, bending over and flashing his ass and hole at Osamu. He could feel the man's eyes on him, and it made him feel powerful. He started to play with himself, running his fingers over his hole and moaning softly. He closed his eyes, imagining Osamu's hands on him, and let himself get lost in the sensation.

Tsukishima's moans grew louder as he continued to play with himself, his fingers moving faster and faster. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he let out a loud moan as he came undone, his cum landing on the floor below him.

Tsukishima was about to collapse, but was caught in time by Osamu. Osamu sat Tsukishima onto his lap "Good job doll, what do you wanna do now?" Osamu caressing Tsukishima's thighs, Tsukishima moans at his touch grinding down onto Osamu's lap, a groan came out of Osamu's mouth "does daddy~ want me to suck or ride his cock?" Kei asked grinding down even harder

Osamu let out a deep growl as he grabbed Tsukishima's hips, pressing him down harder onto his lap. "You are so naughty, doll. I love it," he said with a chuckle, enjoying the feeling of Tsukishima grinding on him. "I want you to ride me, doll," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see that pretty face of yours as you take my cock."

Tsukishima smirked, grinding down even harder onto Osamu's lap. "As you wish, daddy," he said, reaching down to reveal Osamu's hard cock. Osamu's cock popped up like a spring, it was long, thick, and rock hard, Tsukishima almost drooled at the sight. Kei took the huge cock into his hands stroking it slowly as he leaned in and kissed him deeply.

Osamu groaned into the kiss, his hands grabbing onto Tsukishima's ass and squeezing it hard. Tsukishima moaned into the kiss, feeling his own arousal growing once again. He pulled away from the kiss and positioned himself over Osamu's cock, slowly sinking down onto it and moaning as he felt it fill him up.

Tsukishima was already so full, "is that all you can take doll?" Tsukishima looked up at Osamu confused "wh-what do you mean?" Osamu chuckled, putting his hands on the blonds hips, thrusting his hips up. A load cry came out of the blonds mouth "you don't have full cock in you yet is what I mean"

Osamu stared down at Tsukishima with a wicked grin, enjoying the way he wriggled and squirmed on top of him. "I want you to take all of me, doll. Every inch," he growled, his hips thrusting upwards again. Tsukishima gasped, feeling himself stretch even more as Osamu's cock filled him up completely.

Rolling his hips, Osamu groaned as he watched Tsukishima ride him, encouraged as the blonde's moans grew louder and more desperate. "That's it, doll. Ride me hard," he urged, enjoying the way the blonde bounced on his cock. It was almost too much, the pleasure building up inside of him until he was panting and gasping.

Tsukishima shifted his hips to ensure that he was hitting all the right spots as he rode Osamu at a rhythm both satisfying and intense. "God, you feel so good inside me, daddy," he moaned, the pace getting faster with each passing moment. The pleasure brewing inside him threatened to overwhelm him as he bounced harder on Osamu's lap.

Osamu's hands were on Tsukishima's hips, gripping tight as he met each grind and tumble of the blonde in perfect sync, slapping up into him. "Fuck, doll. Just like that," he grunted, feeling his edge drawing closer.

Osamu groaned, feeling his release building inside of him. "Fuck, doll. I'm going to come soon," he warned, gripping Tsukishima's hips tightly and thrusting harder. He could feel Tsukishima's walls clenching around him and he groaned, the pleasure building rapidly until he came hard, spilling himself deep inside Tsukishima with several beasty groans.

Tsukishima whimpered and cried out his own climax as he rode out Osamu's orgasm, the two of them still moving together in a wild dance of pleasure.

"Fuck, doll. You were amazing," Osamu said, lifting the blonde off of him, his cock still hard and throbbing with need as he watched breathlessly."

Osamu watched as Tsukishima climbed off his lap, his cock still hard and aching. "Mmm, I need more of you, doll," he growled, sitting up and wrapping an arm around the blonde's waist. "I want you on all fours," he said, leading Tsukishima to the edge of the bed and positioning himself behind the blonde

Tsukishima obediently got on all fours, pushing his ass up into the air as he waited for Osamu to take him once again. Osamu groaned at the sight, loving the way Tsukishima's ass looked. He reached out to stroke it, eliciting a soft moan from the blonde before positioning himself at Tsukishima's entrance once again. Slowly sliding back into him with ease

Osamu didn't hesitate, immediately setting a quick pace and driving into Tsukishima's tight heat with ferocious brunt force. He groaned at the sensation, the tight walls engulfing him like a merciless glove, begging him to plunge even deeper. Pants and gasps turn to moans of bliss as both men continued their love-making ass-banging desires

"Oh, god, daddy!" Tsukishima panted, the pleasure overwhelming him. "Harder! Please!" Osamu complied, speeding up even more, their bodies slamming together with enough force to form intense sounds of their lovemaking love

Tsukishima couldn't take it anymore, "fuck me harder daddy! Harder, harder!" His moans were nearly unintelligible by this point, his hands clawing futilely at the bedsheets below him as Osamu kept up an unrelentingly deep and rhythm

Osamu growled, his hands gripping Tsukishima's waist as he pounded into him with everything he had. He wasn't going to last much longer, not with the way Tsukishima was clenching tight around his cock, his walls spilling over with spasms of pleasure. "You like that, doll?" he grunted out, working himself deeper and deeper into him.

Tsukishima could barely get any words out, his body writhing under Osamu's touch as the pleasure threatened to consume him completely. All he could do was whimper and cry out, each moan a note of musical pleasure created by his arousal. He lost track of time as Osamu built him up further than he had ever gone before, his screams of bliss taking over all logical thought processes within seconds of contact.

Finally, Osamu could hold back no longer. With two final, intense thrusts, he ground out his own release, spilling himself deep inside Tsukishima with a rumbling, satisfied growl. The sexy intimacy gradually cooling, the spasmodic sense of pleasure began to fade a bit as Tsukishima's echoed moans toned down. Breathing heavily, Osamu slowly withdrew himself from his latest lover, lying down beside him

As they both caught their breath, Osamu spoke up, a lazily satisfied grin crossing his face. "Did I tell you before, doll? You're simply delicious." Was the last thing tsukishima heard before passing out, Osamu chuckled

Osamu left a piece of paper on the night stand before leaving with his number on it. As he got out of the room he was greeted by a worker "did you have a good time with moon sir?" she asked him "hm" is all that he answered before walking back to his VIP lounge. As he walked closer he heard "look who decided show up!" Osamu rolled his eyes "I got here before you. I got tired of waiting, so I had some fun" he smirked "a stripper really? You can do better than that" Osamu sat down beside the guy "whatever you say brother" Atsumu chuckled as he leaned back, enjoying the show

I'm not really back, I just wanna give you guys something. I actually wrote this, i hope it's good and you guys enjoyed reading it. and don't mind the tags :]

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Right Where You Left Me (PT.2)

Atsumu Miya x Reader to Osamu Miya x Reader

**Genre: Fluff (w/ a little angst sprinkled in) **Key: Y/N- Your Name Talking You, Osamu **Word Count: 394

**Part 1 Part 2.5 (Atsumu’s Aftermath)

Now having dated Atsumu Miya you ended up also befriending his twin Osamu. Osamu was the one there to witness the whole relationship. The ups and downs, good and bad. All of it and he was there that night. The night his brother… his twin broke your heart. He has watched you every day for the past year come in and relive that night, frozen in that moment. After a year he decided to intervene. He started with small, short conversations, and eventually offered you a job (I mean you were there all the time anyways might as well get paid to be there). He was hoping working there would help you make happy memories in the restaurant so you would finally move on. It started slow but eventually you started smiling again and holding long meaningful conversations again. Osamu really missed those conversations. Then you started coming early and staying late to help Osmau with prep because he always did that by himself. It was a year and a half after the breakup when you two shared a small moment, you two were prepping which somehow ended up in a mini food fight and you both laughing on the floor. It was the happiest you had felt in so long. You started looking forward to work more and more (and by work you meant seeing Osamu). But of course, the universe couldn’t leave it at that. Atsumu ended up coming in with his new girl and their brand-new infant. Seeing them you felt something inside you snap and you couldn’t help but cry. But Osamu was there holding you comforting you and it was then you realized you fell for the wrong twin. You realized just how great Osamu was. You spent the next few weeks getting closer and dropping hints until it all came to a head. “Osamu I can’t do this anymore you’re so oblivious.” You tell him out of the blue one day but before ehe had time to process you crashed your lips to his. “I love you Osamu Miya.” “I love you too Y/N.” You two kissed again and for the first time in a long time your universe felt whole again. “So it looks like you’re still going to become a Miya after all.” “Is this your way of proposing?” “Not yet, but with time don’t worry.”

[remuswriting]

AND HOW THE STARS SHINE; MIYA OSAMU

When Sugawara has to retire from being a camp counselor after getting a teaching position, Y/N meets his new co-counselor Miya Osamu.

WORD COUNT: 3,581 words

TAGS: Camp Counselor AU; First Meetings; Pre-Relationship; Fluff

NOTES: To be honest, I want to write a longer camp counselor au because I think it'd be really fun, but we have this instead. Also, I attended summer camp for like 5 years as a kid, but idk a lot about everything camp counselors do. So if there's anything they do that's not accurate, then pretend it is. We're here for the vibes.

Y/N’s summers growing up had always consisted of summer camp.  He went away for a week, lived in a cabin, swam in the lake, did arts and crafts, sang corny songs, and became friends with everyone he met.  Most people came back every summer like he did, so he always knew someone after his first summer.  It had been something he looked forward to and absolutely loved.  Core happy childhood memories.

When he learned his old summer camp was hiring camp counselors, he applied and got accepted the summer before his second year at university.  With university being more stressful than he expected, he missed the happy atmosphere and memories he got every summer as a kid.  There aren’t any summer camps for university students—or none that he knows of—so why not become a camp counselor and hope it’s just as fun as being a camper.

Sugawara trained him his first summer.  They already knew each other from when they were younger, so it was easy to reconnect.  By the end of the first summer, it felt more like best friends going to camp together instead of being camp counselors.  Maybe it was because Y/N has gone there for years and already understood the basics of most things.  The next summer, they’re paired up again, and things are just as fun.  But then Sugawara leaves because he’s graduated and got a teaching position, so he no longer has the time during the summer to be a camp counselor.

Administration decides Y/N is ready to train someone after only two years of being there, even though they usually wait until someone has been there for four years.  It’s just that anyone with eyes knows he can train someone since he and Sugawara always divided responsibilities evenly, sometimes switching who did what.  He’ll never say he can do it alone, because he can’t, but he wouldn’t be completely helpless if left alone.

Kousaka, the camp director, sent out emails about things people needed to bring and who was being paired up with who.  They’re getting five new camp counselors, which is a little lower than normal. (Their average is 10 new ones every year, so it’s not too much lower.) Y/N doesn’t know if the slight drop is because summer camps may not be popular anymore or people don’t know about it.  Whatever it is, it’s fine because they have enough counselors for the number of campers they’ll have.

The beginning of assignments happens about the moment you get to the lodge with your things.  Cabin assignments change every year, even though he wishes they didn’t.  His first year as a counselor he had cabin five, which is near the pool, where there are actual toilets, but the next year they put him near the lodge (that he can’t break into to use the bathroom).  He crossed his fingers and silently prayed that he’d get the cabin five again, even though he doubts it a little.

He opens one of the side doors to the lodge and walks in.  Not all the tables have been put out.  Only two, probably for people to do paperwork if the line gets too long.  However, about no one is in there right now.  He adjusts his duffle bag over his shoulder and looks for Kousaka.

“L/N-kun!” Kousaka calls out, and he looks over at the staircase leading to her room.  Her, her daughter, and the nurse are the only ones who stay in the lodge.  They really only use the building for inside activities, the cafeteria, and the nurse’s office, which became fairly big after a flu outbreak several years ago. (Thankfully, Y/N hadn’t been there for that.)

He hurries over to her, knowing she has roughly 40 other people to talk to and so much more to do. “Kousaka-san, how are you?” he asks, and she smiles.  She had pulled her black hair into a bun, but it’s slowly graying with gentle streaks.  She doesn’t look old, though.  There’s not a single wrinkle on her face.

“I’m doing well.  A bit stressed, but you know how it is the first couple days of training,” she says, and he chuckles.

“As well as every day of training and camp.”

She laughs a little, her smile fond. “I have everything where I usually do, so if you’ll follow me.”

The process of getting everything sorted out isn’t hard.  He’ll fill out a couple of things, go to the nurse for a physical, and then get his cabin key.  Later on, there will be rosters of all his campers and anything else that isn’t important enough to happen from the beginning.

Kousaka hands him a couple of forms to fill out, shooing him off to a table to do so, and then gives him a key when he gets back. “It’s Cabin 16, which you know where that is,” she says, and he nods, internally groaning since that’s the farthest cabin from the lodge. “And you’ll be training someone this year, which I told you over email.  His name is Miya Osamu.”

“That name sounds familiar,” Y/N says as he fidgets with the cabin key.

“He went here for two summers when he was really young,” she says, and Y/N nods.  Most likely knew him from then, but only having a name doesn’t mean he’ll remember. “He’s really sweet, but seems to be a bit quiet.”

“Is he already here?”

“Yes.  He’s with the nurse, doing his physical, which you need done as well,” Kousaka says, pulling out another form for him.  It was just the physical form. “Have him wait for you and you can bring your forms up together.”

Y/N nods. “Alright.  Will do,” he says before picking his duffle bag off the ground and heading to the nurse’s office.

For once, there isn’t anyone waiting in the hall.  He either got here really early this year or “late.”  He assumes early since Kousaka still has so many counselor folders out.  The nurse’s office is in the basement at the end of a never-ending hallway.  Several twists and turns in order to get there.  If he hadn’t been here before, he would’ve gotten lost with the number of rooms there were.  Some used to be dorm rooms, but after kids kept sneaking out and breaking into the kitchen, they stopped letting them dorm there.

The guy who walks out of the nurse’s office is tall and his shoulders are broad.  His hair is black and messy, like he’d been running his fingers through it repeatedly.  His outfit is normal for summer camp—khaki shorts and T-shirt, but his shirt has a volleyball reference on it.  He’ll probably love the volleyball competition they have by the lake and in the pool.

“Hey,” Y/N says when he was close enough he doesn’t need to scream.  The guy looks up from his phone at him. “Are you Miya-san?”

He nods with a small smile, as if he’s been caught doing something he wasn’t meant to. “Yeah.  I’m Miya Osamu, but everyone calls me Osamu.”

Y/N nods. “I’m L/N Y/N.” He stops walking once they were near each other. “Everyone calls me L/N.”

Osamu chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry, it’s kinda a habit since I’m a twin,” he said, and Y/N smiled a little. “People tend to think I’m just really friendly.”

“Are you not friendly?” Y/N teases, and while some would panic slightly, Osamu doesn’t.  He just chuckles.  He’s probably used to any form of teasing if he’s a twin. “Also, I’ve never met a twin before, which I bet you hear that a lot.”

“Ya’ve got no idea,” Osamu says.  It’s easy talking to Osamu, which Y/N isn’t surprised by.  He finds talking to people to be easy.  This is just different.  Osamu turns his head, looking over his shoulder, and points at the nurse’s office with his thumb. “Do ya need to get your physical done?”

Y/N nods. “Yeah.  Kousaka-san asked for you to wait with me so we can go back up there together.”

Osamu nods. “Sounds good to me.”

Y/N goes to set his stuff down before looking at Osamu. “Is it alright if I put my stuff here while I’m in there?”

“Course,” Osamu says with an amused smile. “I’ll guard it with my life.”

Y/N rolls his eyes, but he smiles with him. “You don’t need to go that far, but thanks.”

Osamu motions for him to hurry. “Hurry, I wanna check out our cabin.”

It’s easy being paired with Osamu.  Y/N doesn’t have an issue talking to him, and it seems like they’re always on the same page.  They’ve already planned several pranks they’re going to pull on their campers.  Something Sugawara never let Y/N do, even though he wanted to as well.  They probably never did it because Sugawara doesn’t know how to be subtle with the majority of things and would’ve taken it just a little too far.

Y/N likes hanging out with Osamu.  He never finds himself getting annoyed and having to wander the woods to cool off. (Which only happened once with Sugawara after a long, extremely hot day where no one was in a good mood.  But still, it happened.) He’s really happy that Osamu is his co-counselor.

There are three days until the campers show up, meaning they’ve known each other for almost two weeks now.  They’re in their team building group when Osamu sits next to Y/N, scooting his chair closer to Y/N.  He’s said it’s to make sure everyone knows they’re friends, which Y/N finds endearing.  He just hopes that Osamu means that and it’s not just a joke.

“Alright, everyone has had time to get to know their co-counselors,” Kousaka says as she stands in the middle of the chair circle. “I’ve got some worksheets for bonding questions.  Nothing intense.  Just asking each other some questions, writing their answers, and bringing it here tomorrow.  It’s not a grade.  I just need to see you’ve done them.”

Y/N knows they’re only doing this because there are counselors not getting along.  He has his suspicions, but he’s not 100 percent certain of who, though.  He’ll have to ask Akaashi later since Akaashi seems to always know everything.  He literally writes things down in his notes app so he doesn’t forget.

They pass papers around, and they get through the rest of the group talking about scenarios of what to do when campers aren’t getting along.  Then they’re sent back to their cabins to get ready for dinner and night meetings after.  The bonding exercise worksheet sits comfortably in a folder in his backpack, along with Osamu’s.  Osamu forgot to pack his folder before lunch, meaning Y/N got to carry around the paperwork.

“Didja look at what was on the worksheet?” Osamu asks as they trek past everyone.  Y/N really hates that their cabin is the farthest away from the lodge.

“Nope.  We can look at it when we get to the cabin or after night activities,” Y/N says, and he grips the straps of his backpack. “I imagine it’s nothing intense.  Probably get to know me questions, like favorite color.”

Osamu chuckles. “Yeah, you’re right.” It’s quiet for a second. “Who do ya think is why we’re doin’ it?”

Y/N looks at him. “Okay, so I’m planning on asking Akaashi-san later, but I have a feeling it may be Kageyama-san and Oikawa-san.  They’ve been at each other’s throats.  I don’t know why they’ve not been assigned to different counselors.”

“Thank, God. I thought I was just imaginin’ the tension,” Osamu says, and Y/N shakes his head with a small laugh.

“No, it’s definitely there, and it’s suffocating.”

“How many more bonding exercises are we gonna have ‘cause of them?”

Y/N looks back at the path ahead of them. “Too many.”

It’s late once they’ve gotten back to their cabin, and Y/N is ready to just belly flop on his bed and sleep until his alarm goes off at 6 A. M., but he doesn’t get that privilege since they have several things they need to fill out before meetings tomorrow.  So, he plops down on his bed, the wooden frame creaking a little.

“Me too,” Osamu says, and he’s not sat down yet.  He’s putting his stuff up first, which is apparently because his twin—Atsumu—isn’t necessarily messy, but he’s driven Osamu to become organized. “But we’ve gotta get things done first.”

“Wanna do everything for me?” Y/N asks, and Osamu rolls his eyes with a laugh.

“And suffer?  No thanks.”

Osamu pulls his folder out of his bag.  (It was the first thing he grabbed before they left for dinner earlier.) Then he’s pulling out pencils and pens.  Y/N doesn’t even want to open his bag.  He doesn’t want to do anything but sleep.  But he slowly opens his bag, though, only because of Osamu.

“Wanna do the bonding exercise worksheet first?” Osamu asks, and he’s pulling it out of his folder. “It says we’ve gotta be somewhere we both feel comfortable, though.”

Y/N’s eyes light up. “Do you think Kageyama-san and Oikawa-san are at the volleyball net at the lake?”

Osamu looks at him, and he has that smile that says exactly what Y/N is thinking.  They should go see.  This is the only time that Y/N likes that they’re in this cabin, since it’s closest to the lake.  The only issue with going to check is that the lake is at the bottom of a steep hill that’s terrible to walk up and down in the daylight. (Kageyama and Oikawa are probably down there anyway because they’re both ridiculous.)

Y/N is shoving his folder back into his bag and getting up while Osamu just grabs two pens and his folder to put in his bag.  Then they’re out of the cabin, hurrying over there.  From the top of the hill, they see several lights on, meaning someone is definitely down there.  Y/N can’t hear anything, though.  If they walk down the hill with their flashlights, they’ll definitely get caught.  There’s no way in hell either of them will walk down the hill without a flashlight.

After a minute, he hears what sounds like a ball hitting the ground. “I thought you weren’t going to use that serve!” a voice yells, and Y/N is pretty sure it’s Kageyama.  Yeah, they’re down there.

“Wanna go down there?” Osamu asks, and Y/N looks at him.  His face is barely illuminated by their flashlights pointed at the ground. “Or do ya want to go over to the amphitheater?”

“Amphitheater,” Y/N says without a second thought. “I need to see what talent you’ll bring to the talent show this year.”

Osamu rolls his eyes. “I’m gonna blow yer socks off.”

The walk isn’t long, but it’s done in silence.  It’s mainly because the path can be so difficult to see so they want to focus on making it without getting hurt.  There’s also the fact that they’re out past curfew.  Maybe if they say it’s because of the bonding exercise worksheet, Kousaka would let it pass.  Also, it’s not like Y/N minds the silence.  He just finds it nice being able to do this with Osamu—hang out.  It’s funny because he never thought sneaking around would appeal to him.

“We’re here,” Osamu says, and the amphitheater is poorly lit from the one light pole there.  There aren’t many around the camp, but there’s one here because of how many kids apparently kept getting hurt from being there in the dark. “Let’s get to bonding.”

Y/N grimaces a little. “Please don’t say it like that.”

“I’ll say it however I want,” Osamu says, and Y/N rolls his eyes as they find somewhere to sit. “Alright, question one: What do ya wanna do with your life?”

“Damn, that’s a heavy question,” Y/N says with a slight laugh. “What do I want to do with my life?” He looks over into the darkness for a moment. “Travel.  I have a friend traveling the world right now, and he’s never been happier.”

“Good answer,” Osamu says as he writes it down, his handwriting sloppy from not being able to hold the paper down.

Y/N takes the flashlight from Osamu, shining it down on the paper for him. “What about you?”

Osamu looks up at him, and his face is fully illuminated now.  His gray eyes are such a stark difference from his black hair right now. “I wanna open a restaurant.”

Y/N’s eyes widen, because he wasn’t expecting that answer.  He’s not sure what he thought Osamu would say.  He has a vibe about him that makes it hard to pin down exactly who he is.

“What kind?” Y/N asks, and Osamu takes the flashlight from him so he can write.

“Onigiri.  Maybe other stuff in the future, but right now, that’s what I wanna make,” he says, and Y/N can’t look at him while the flashlight is shining at him because it’ll hurt his eyes.  He wants to look at him.  He finds that he never grows tired of looking at Osamu.

“You’ll have to cook for me sometime,” Y/N says with a smile, and Osamu chuckles.

“Come to Osaka, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

Y/N looks down at the next question. “Why did you decide to apply?  Make sure to give at least two sentences.” He lowers the flashlight a little, and Y/N looks up at Osamu. “You got an answer?”

From what Y/N can see behind the bright light, Osamu looks embarrassed—shy?  It’s a strange look on him.  He’s not sure if there’s a reason that’ll call for embarrassment.

“I… I was lonely,” Osamu says, and Y/N is quiet.  What is he supposed to say to that?  Question him on why or remind him he needs two sentences? “I’ve told ya how Atsumu went pro this last year, and I thought it’d be fine, but we weren’t talkin’ as much as we used to.  And then I saw a photo of us when we were kids here and thought ‘might as well’…” Osamu falls quiet. “I thought comin’ here would help me not feel so lonely.”

“Did it?” Y/N asks, not writing anything down. “Make you not feel lonely?”

Osamu nods a little. “Yeah.  It did.”

It’s quiet for a moment, crickets chirping around them and the flashlight no longer being pointed at anyone but instead pointed at the ground.  Y/N knows if he looks up, the stars will be vibrant, even with the shitty light pole that actually needs to be replaced, but won’t since they don’t have the money.

“What about you?” Osamu asks, and Y/N can merely only see the outline of his currently. “Why'd Ya come to camp?”

There’s the reason Y/N tells himself that he missed it, which is true.  It’s a valid reason, but it’s not the reason he supposes.

“Life is really fast paced,” Y/N says, and Osamu just stares at him. “I got really burned out two years ago, and everything was just tiring.  Then I came across a picture of Suga and me from camp when we were kids, and I remember being tired back then, but it was a fun tired.” He pauses. “I think I just wanted to experience that tiredness again.”

“Do ya think everyone’s reasons are as sappy as ours?” Osamu asks, and Y/N chuckles a little.

“No, but I imagine we’re not the only ones.”

The crickets chirp around them, and Y/N likes it.  He likes the nighttime atmosphere.  He likes that he gets to share it with Osamu, who hasn’t written Y/N’s answer down, just like Y/N hasn’t written his answer.

“So, what’re we gonna write down?” Osamu asks.

“I wanted a change in scenery, which camp brings me,” Y/N says as he takes the flashlight from Osamu to shine it on his paper. “Just make it two sentences.”

“I dunno how,” Osamu says after he’s tried writing the beginning of the sentence three times. “Uh.  Life got chaotic and overwhelming, so he looked back on the past at camp.  He thought that chaos would be better.”

“Works for me,” Y/N says, and Osamu takes the flashlight from him. “How about I write: He missed camp and all the friends it brought him.  So he came back to make more?”

Osamu laughs a little. “Terrible, but great.”

Y/N pouts slightly as he writes. “I’m trying to not give away all your secrets, Osamu.”

Osamu doesn’t respond at first before he quietly says, “Yeah, I know.  Thank you.”

“Okay, now, question three.  Will it ask us to share childhood trauma?” Y/N looks at question three. “What are your hobbies?”

Osamu laughs a little, and Y/N joins in with him.  It’s funny how that’s the question after two vulnerable questions.  After a few minutes, their laughter dies down as they breathe.  Osamu looks at him.

“Wanna head back to the cabin?” he asks, and Y/N looks around them for a moment.  He looks at the wooden benches that make up the amphitheater, the shitty lamp post that needs a better light, and the “stage” that’s only the ground itself but is the focal point.

He looks back at Osamu with a soft smile. “Sure, but you better have the coolest hobbies ever.”

He sees Osamu’s smile, the same one he had whenever he said he’d protect Y/N’s duffle bag with his life. “I’m gonna blow ya away with my hobbies. Just ya wait.”

[natriae]

nsfw D, E, M with osamu pleasee!!

yay! my first ask for the event<33

Miya Osamu NSFW alphabet

(included both if you have a vagina or penis)

D: Dirty Secret

He would love to make people watch. Like Sunarin (that smug ass). Mainly because he wants to shove in his face how hot his partner is. He wants nothing more then to spread out your pussy lips and show him just how wet you get but NEVER let him touch. And if you have a penis he wants to jerk you off in front of someone and show just how whiny you get. He wants Suna or really anyone to watch you squirt all over his strong arms just from fingering you, or wants someone to see just how quickly he came make you cum with his skilled hands.

E: Experience (how experienced are they)

i completly headcanons that Osamu has some experience with sex before he met you, but not a lot. He knew the basics, but he took a lot of time getting to know your body and just what makes you cum. Definitely a giver not a reciever.

M: Motivation (what gets them turned on)

there are many things that turn him on, but he never out right says it. One of his biggest turn ons is when you start talking back. One late night on face time you and Sunarin kept arguing. In the end you called Suna a lot of word like dumbass, ect. And Osamu was so turned on over this. Everytime he watched you take a deep breath and then absolutely destroy is childhood best friend with just words he swore this could be a record with how fast his dick popped up. Safe to say that facetime call ended so after, and your face was being shoved into the couch.

[levenlike11]

cooking with miya osamu on a sunday afternoon, his shop is closed for the day to be able to spend it with you. wearing a shirt of his under the matching aprons you got him for christmas last year and him singing along to the song playing on the record player. he was the one who insisted on buying it because 'old songs need to be listened the old way' apparently. he puts the container in his hand that he was swaying around in the kitchen with down on the counter and holds out his hand to you. you smile taking it and he starts dancing with you through the saxophone solo of the song. neither of you know how to dance properly, but it doesn't matter. he only cares about making you smile when he accidentally steps on your foot. he's placing a soft kiss on your forehead first, then your lips as the artist sings 'just the two of us' because he's cheesy like that. "i'm just sooo romantic that you're jealous of me." he denies when you tell him that. why would you be jealous of him when you're the one he's being romantic to? he finds great joy in seeing you in his clothes, in your matching apron, in his kitchen with the ring he bought for you on your finger. he lets you go as the song finishes and kisses your lips one last time before going back to whisking the mixture as you pour yourself a glass of water, which he steals from you afterwards. of course you don't let it slide, you respond by dipping your finger in the mixture and booping his nose. he looks adorable, like a baby looking at you with a pout. of course it then turns into a little 'fight' and you spend the rest of the evening cleaning the kitchen and yourselves, no mixture left to eat anymore. it's fine though, because he has you by his side. nothing would matter as long as you're with him through it.

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he's literally the love of my life i need to hug him tight and play with his soft cheeks and bite them. (yes i'm still sane -i think?) i hope you enjoyed it, please feel free to leave feedback and point out any mistakes!🫶🏻

[hnswritings05]

•～ Sleep ～• (Miya Osamu)

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Pairings : - Miya Osamu X Male!Reader

Genre : - Fluff

Summary : - You found your boyfriend sleeping

(Hello guys, this is basically time skip when he already owns an onigiri shop. And I'm writing this for fun because I'm bored, so i hope you guys enjoy it 🤠)

this is very short btw

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You dried your hair, you just finished showering and now you feel a little hungry (reader gets home late bc of his work btw). So you go to the kitchen, planning to go grab some food in the refrigerator. As you were walking, you came across your lover who is sleeping on the couch. His back was facing you, and he was wearing your black shirt that seem a little oversized to him and his shorts. You smiled, walking up to him and patting his head before leaving a peck on his forehead. You heard him hummed in his sleep, light snores left his mouth as you squealed internally.

'So cute..!'

You continue to stay beside him, completely forgot about your hunger. He then turns his body to you, still in his sleep. You kept on playing with his hair, you watch his face crack a little smile. You smiled softly at him, you wonder how can this amazing man who works an onigiri shop is your boyfriend. "Hmm…" he hummed, before his eyes slowly opened. "Ah, sorry. Did I wake you up?" You apologize, as he blinks for a bit before he shooks his head. You glace at the clock, '11 p.m.', it was pretty late and you both had work tomorrow.

"Go to bed love, I'll be there in a minute," You said, pecking his lips as he nods silently. You go to the kitchen, pouring water into a cup before drinking it. You saw that Osamu was still at the couch, as he just looks at you. You decided to just sacrifice your hungry stomach and eat tomorrow morning before going work. You goes to Osamu, grabbing his hand to make him stand up. Although the male was half-asleep so he can't stand properly and he leans agaisnt your chest as support.

He snuggle his head on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your middle, feeling comfy at your warmth. You then pick him up bridal style, and bring him to your shared bedroom. You slip him under the covers, and you do the same too but beside him. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he snuggle your chest. "i love you…" he suddenly breathe out, as you smiled softly and pecking his forehead.

"i love you too."

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lemme know what you guys think :)

–Hns.

[hotvinimon]

Inarizaki High Masterlist

Miya Osamu

Suna Rintaro

[bokutosbabe]

Having His Baby

a/n — osamu brainrot is actually insane. not proofread so for sure horrible i wrote this on a whim 🫶🏼

content — nsfw, 18+, osamu x fem! reader, breeding kink, goes back and forth between high school and time skip, reader and osamu are high school sweethearts, reader and osamu are married, mating press, cursing, talk of a pregnancy scare, nicknames(pretty girl, nasty girl, baby, maybe more i forgot), daddy kink if you squint, i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis — in high school osamu miya knew you were meant to be a mom, but seven years later he’d finally decided he would make you one himself.

✿.｡.“ screaming but daddy i love him! ”.｡.✿

Osamu always knew you’d be a good mom. From the moment he'd met you in the nurse's office during his first year, you simply radiated that aura. Always so willing to help him every time he and atsumu got in a fight or he got hurt in volleyball — you would drop everything to come help him in the nurse's office.

Sure, it wasn't exactly smart to skip the classes that Osamu needed you in, but that was your job. You were the nurse's student assistant after all.

You hadn't gotten the courage to actually speak to him until his fourth appearance in there, yes you'd given him your number just so he could text if he needed help, but the two of you only texted when he was hurt. (you had no idea how many “you up?” texts he had wanted to send to you to see if you'd respond)

It was an accident really, saying your first real words to him. They were simply out of shock as you saw his lip cut open and his jaw already beginning to bruise, "what happened to you?” you had asked, hand slightly grazing the boy's, now bruised, jaw.

That was a million years ago in Osamu’s mind, while it really had only been seven. So much had changed since he first met you, you started dating not soon after, and then he'd married you, he’d opened his own onigiri business, and it all led here — to the two of you cooking in the kitchen. " ‘samu, can you get me a bowl? There's none in the drying rack and my hands are dirty.” your cute voice broke him out of the weird trance he was under as he watched you work. “Anything for you baby.” he cooed as he reached over your head and grabbed a clean bowl for you.

Everything was always clean in your shared home, which shouldn't have been a bad thing— except it was to Osamu. As a kid, he remembered him and Atsumu making various messes whether it be with liquids or even drawing on the walls- their home was very rarely clean. Osamu loved and appreciated everything you did for the house, but the ache to have kids that would make simple messes prodded at him more often than he would've liked to admit. He remembered the first time he brought kids up to you in high school during second year.

“ ya ever think about havin' kids? ” he asked as the both of you lay in his bed, his TV just droning on as background noise since the two of you had been talking the entire time. “Hmm…sometimes. I have dreams that we have kids- twins actually,” you admitted. Your raw and honest confession shouldn't have had his cock stirring in his pants the way it did, “Really?” he asked as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, imagining your stomach all round with his children, not one child, but twins. “Yeah, and they look like you,” you said simply, hands finding their way to his dyed locs and running through them. That conversation made Osamu Miya realize that he would rather die than not have kids with you. (and that he had a breeding kink but he found that far too embarrassing to tell you)

When you press the spoon to Osamus's mouth is when he suddenly comes back to the present, “Open samu, need my favorite person to make sure it tastes good.” you smiled as the man opened his mouth and allowed you to feed him— which only made him think of you feeding a baby - your baby. The male nodded as he pulled away from the spoon, “tastes good baby.” He wasn’t lying, it did taste good- but maybe the thought of you feeding a child made his mind a bit fuzzy. “thank goodness, it’s a new recipe, so I was really worried.” you gave your husband a smile as you turned back around, grabbing the bowl osamu had gotten you.

Maybe it was the high school memories coming back to him, or maybe it was him thinking about how the house was always spotless, hell— perhaps it was because you just looked so cute right now with your apron around your waist and spoon in hand. Whatever it was, Osamu couldn’t help the ache he felt in his pants, coming behind you and placing his hands on your stomach. “ ‘Yer so cute…”

“mhm, thank you, baby. you’re real cute too.” you smiled as you tilted your head up, giving him a quick peck on the chin. As you returned to what you were doing, filling bowls with the soup you had made for dinner, Osamu pressed himself against you, his hard-on very prominent. As much as you could’ve tried to ignore him, your husband always got his way when it came to you, “ ‘Samu dinners ready…” you said as you pressed your back into his chest- face beginning to heat up.

“ it can wait…need you right now-” usually your husband was a kind, patient man (except when he ‘had’ to fuck you in the back room of onigiri miya when you brought him some lunch) “You’d be such a good mommy…so good to our babies.” the male muttered against your hair, grabbing your waist and grinding against your clothed cunt. a small moan fell from your lips, “ ‘s-samu! it’ll get cold-”

It wasn’t like you were oblivious to Osamu's want for kids, in your third year you and Osamu had had a pregnancy scare. While many other 18-year-old boys would’ve probably been relieved seeing that one line on the pregnancy test, Osamu felt some strange emptiness and disappointment. sure, it wasn’t ideal to be teen parents, but he couldn’t figure out why he so badly wanted you to have his baby. It was on that same day that he figured out he didn’t want a professional volleyball career, no he wanted to have a true career that let him be home with you as often as he could be (so he could knock you up.) ever since that day, every time you passed the baby section in a store- his eyes would glaze over and he’d mention how tiny the shoes and clothes were, and you’d talked about kids- but never were you guys actually ‘trying’ for a baby.

“ jus’ reheat it,” Osamu mumbled as he picked you up, strong hands that still hold proof of his years of playing volleyball and now being a professional chef digging into the underside of your thighs. Your house wasn’t large in the slightest, but the minute it took for him to carry you felt like it took an eternity. The second Osamu’s foot crossed over the barrier of your shared bedroom- his lips were on yours. The kiss was downright disgusting, spit being shared as his tongue invaded your mouth, leaving you gasping for air when he finally pulled away. “ so pretty…” he mumbled as he carried you over to the bed, using one of his hands to untie the apron that hugged your waist in a way that turned his brain to mush.

Osamu groaned as he pulled off your shirt, seeing that you had no bra on, “you knew this was gon’ happen didn’t ya pretty?” he asked as skillfully he pulled his gray shirt off with one hand, making you squirm under his intense gaze. “n-no I just-” but Osamu didn’t want to hear your excuses, there was no need for them now. his hand quickly pushed you down to where your back met the mattress, lips puckering around one of your nipples as he played with your other one. he wasn’t much of a boob man, much rather enjoying your ass, but even he couldn’t stop the images of your tits full of milk from invading his mind. he let out a groan as he looked up at you, hand covering your mouth as you watched him- face flushed in arousal and maybe some embarrassment. “let me hear you pretty girl.” he came up and caught your lips in another kiss, hand sneaking down to the waistband of your his shorts and pulling them off of your legs in one quick movement. if there was one thing about Osamu Miya, it was that he knew how to get you undressed in a matter of seconds.

You instinctively tried closing your legs, but Osamu knew you too well, his knee already finding solace between your legs as he pulled away from the kiss, a string of spit connecting the two of you as he looked down at you. “fuck baby…look at how wet you are,” you let out a small moan as he ran a finger over your clothed cunt, your panties becoming insanely wet as you reached down and grabbed his wrist. “please ‘samu, need you…” you begged as you shook your head. “want you in me-”

Now usually your husband wasn’t the type to fuck you without fingering you or (his favorite) eating you out, but right now his cock was begging to be freed from the confines of his jeans. “my pretty girl…”he mumbled as he pulled off your panties, a string of arousal connecting to you, making him let out a groan. “need to fuck ya right now…” and Osamu made good on his word, quickly getting rid of his jeans and boxers, cock springing to life- making you moan as you saw it. it didn’t matter how many times you’d seen Osamu in his bare glory, it always made you want to thank whatever gods decided you were good enough for him.

You remembered in high school when the two of you had first had sex, both inexperienced as you tried figuring out what position worked for the both of you and accidentally breaking his bed— something atsumu never lets you forget.

Osamu groaned as his tip met your entrance, staring at you with those bedroom eyes that were like a remedy to any problem you ever had,chest heaving as he stopped himself from shoving into you- wanting you to be ready for him. “please samu…need it so bad-” you cried out as you reached up to his neck, moaning as you brought him down for another kiss. osamu miya was nothing if not a gentleman who listened to his wife, pushing into your hole and bottoming out almost immediately, groaning against your lips,“still so tight fa me, huh baby?” the moan you let out was almost pornographic, back arching into your husband,“ fuck! S-samu!” you cried out, legs wrapping around his waist.

Sure, Osamu could’ve been nice and given you time to adjust to him like he usually did, but who had time for that when he needed to get you pregnant tonight? The male groaned as he took your legs and pushed them to where your knees were pressed against your chest, making him feel extra deep, “s-samu!” you cried out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “yer so pretty, baby, my pretty girl…”osamu mumbled to himself. he didn’t even give you a warning before pulling out and slamming back into you, letting out his own moan as your nails scratched into his back.

You’d always been sensitive when it came to osamu, but never had you felt him this deep inside of you before, gasps and moans leaving your mouth. “feel me, baby? gonna get you pregnant, full of my cum.”osamu pressed down on your stomach as he thrust in and out of you in a rhythm you knew all too well. you tried answering him, truly you did, but even two seconds with Osamu into your cunt made you brain dead. “mhm-” was the only word you could make, giving your husband a small laugh as he looked down at you.

“Fucked ya dumb already pretty girl? C'mon, know ya got more in ya-” The teasing tone in his voice made you want to cry, but some sick sort of enjoyment of being embarrassed held back those tears. you looked so pretty under Osamu, your wedding ring adorning your finger as your hair was messily sprawled out beneath you with your knees pushed to your chest. Osamu thought he could take a mental picture and have enough spank bank material for three months, at least.

“Gonna cum- ah samu!” you whined out, nails scratching down your husband's back. Osamu let out a groan, maybe he should give you more money to get your nails done, because the short acrylics you have on scraping down his back made him want to short circuit. “cum for me baby, gonna look so good filled with my cum.” Osamu was on the brink of his release, groaning as he brought a hand down to finally rub your clit, giving you the final push to let go. you moaned out his name over and over, even slipping a small ‘daddy’ in the chant of words. With that one word, you made Osamu want to blow his load- feeling his hips stutter before stilling inside of you and releasing his cum. you whined as you felt him fill you up, your husband had always came a lot- but something about right now- this singular moment- made him give you everything he had.

Osamu looked down where the two of you were connected, seeing his and your cum mixing as it spilled out around his cock,“ fuck…” he said as he pulled out watching as more seeped out of your abused cunt. it would be a waste if you didn’t keep it all in, though. Osamu hummed as he fingered the cum back into you, making you let out a gasp from how overstimulated you already were.

“gotta make sure it sticks, baby.”

✿.｡.“ i’m having his baby ”.｡.✿

if you can’t tell, i love the miyas.

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

[remuswriting]

depends, who's asking; m. osamu

Summary: As far as first meetings go, fighting over udon noodles is not one you thought you'd ever have.

Pairing: Miya Osamu/Male! Reader

Tags: Pre-Relationship; First Meetings; Meet-Cute; Canon Compliant; Second Person POV

Word Count: 1,002 words

Notes: Writing in second person is really not my thing, so hopefully it's good. I think this may be the only reader fic I've ever written where Y/N or L/N isn't used.  This is just a silly little thing I wrote over a year ago. I hope you enjoy.

It’s been a long day since the soccer team practiced later than usual. Interhigh Qualifiers are coming up, and your coach wants to make sure everyone is ready. You’re only a first year, so you aren’t on first string, which you don’t really mind. You have two more years, after all.

Practice being grueling and running late leaves you absolutely exhausted, but thankfully, you don’t have to worry about your parents being upset since they work late on Wednesday. This means you cook dinner for yourself, which you like doing. Trying out new recipes is something you tend to do on Wednesday, but you’re not sure if it’ll be a new recipe night. You’re not sure what you have to eat at home, so you decide you’ll just stop by the store on the way home. There’s a simple recipe you like to make whenever you’re tired, but you know you need a couple things.

Your phone vibrates in your bag, so you pull your bag up to have easier access to it, but moving your bag results in your phone falling deeper and deeper into it. So, you’re shoving your hand past your school supplies and bento box until you finally have a hold of it. You see a couple of people looking at you, and you wonder if it might have been easier if you had stopped to take it out instead of walking at the same time. It doesn’t matter now, especially since the store is already in view.

“Oh,” you say, seeing that it was your mom who texted you. Apparently, she left money on the counter for takeout. You look up at the store and decide you might as well get some groceries while you’re here.

To: Mom

From: You

>>At the store. Do we need anything?

A long list of things is the next thing she sends. You sigh as you walk into the store and grab a basket. This is the main store your family goes to, so you know where everything is without needing to think too much about it.

“Alright, all that’s left is udon noodles,” you mumble as you look over your mother’s text again. As you make your way to where those are, hoping they have them, since the store’s popularity has grown due to a store nearby being remodeled.

There’s someone else on the aisle, a guy also wearing an Inarizaki uniform. The dyed gray hair gives away who it is; Miya Osamu. You’ve never met Osamu since he’s a year older, and most sports clubs don’t talk to each other. The boys’ volleyball club has several annoying members, so your soccer teammates say it’s better just not talking to them.

You walk down the aisle and find he’s standing in front of what you need. After a minute of standing there, you gently tap his arm. He looks at you. “Can I help you?” he asks, annoyed, which understandably so. You’d be annoyed too.

“Uh, I was wonderin’ if ya could hand me some udon noodles,” you say, and he doesn’t say anything as he stares at you. You try not to fidget, but you’re so uncomfortable. People always said that Atsumu is the “scary” twin while Osamu is laid back. You’re disagreeing right now.

“No,” he says, and you furrow your brows.

“No?”

“No,” he says, and he holds up two packages of udon noodles. “They’re mine.”

You move your head to see that there aren’t any more udon noodles on the shelf. You look back at him and bite your lip as you let out a deep breath. “Do ya really need two?”

“Yeah,” he says as he puts them in his basket. “Even if I didn’t, I’d take ‘em anyway.”

“Are ya new to this store?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“No, I’ve been comin’ here since I was a kid.”

You point at the noodles in his hand. “Then ya know that’s all they’ve got right now.” He just stares at you. “They won’t have any more until Tuesday.”

“That ain’t my problem,” he says, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

“Why’re ya bein’ an ass?” you ask, and you don’t know why you kept going. Maybe it’s because practice had been awful. Or maybe because your mom stressed wanting udon noodles. “Ya don’t need both of ‘em.”

“How do ya know that?” he asks, and you clench your jaw. “Maybe I need more than two and I’m settlin’ cause there’s no more.”

You roll your eyes. “I doubt that’s it.” It’s quiet as you two stare at each other. At this point, you can’t just back down. “I’ll pay you for it.”

Osamu blinks. “What?”

“I’ll pay you for the noodles.” You pull your wallet out of you bag far easier than you had pulled your phone out. “I’ve got the cash.”

“I’m not doin’ that,” he says, and you huff.

“Why not?”

“Cause I got here first.”

“Doesn’t mean ya’ve gotta be greedy!”

Osamu looks you over before shaking his head a little. “Ya know what? I’m just goin’ go. I hope ya get noodles next time.”

He turns and starts walking away. You clench your wallet in your hand. “I won’t forget this, Miya-senpai!”

He looks back at you with wide eyes. “You know who I am?”

You nod. “I also go to Inarizaki, and I’m not gonna forget this.”

“What’re ya gonna do?” he asks with an amused smirk, and you straighten your posture completely.

“I’m gonna buy all the udon noodles whenever I come here so you can’t have any of them!”

Osamu stares at you, shocking and not knowing how to respond, before chuckling slightly. You hate that he has a nice smile and laugh. “Good luck with that.”

He hurries down the aisle before you can say anything else. You throw your wallet on the ground as you grumble a little. Your teammates are right. Inarizaki boys’ volleyball club does have some annoying members.

[sun4r1nnity]

secret santa dilemma

second year!miya atsumu x fem!reader

oneshot, fluff

"That's a nice charm,"

"Huh?"

"That charm on yer phone, it's nice," Osamu says, nodding towards the little phone charm dangling from Atsumu's phone, which he's currently scrolling through. Atsumu's eyes shift to the charm, a tiny jellyfish with cute beads, triggering a pleasant memory in his mind.

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"Whatcha all think 'bout Secret Santa?" the class 2-2 vice representative asks, her voice loud and energetic, filled with excitement. A chorus of 'ooohs' echoes around the classroom, the students liking the idea presented by the girl standing in front, facing the class with a grin.

"But 's not even Christmas," a male student remarks, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"Who cares? 's just a fun idea before the mid-semester holidays start!"

"I agree with that idea!" "That's a very nice suggestion," the voices blend, filling the atmosphere.

Atsumu remains unbothered, his attention away from the class vice president as he gazes out the window, his head resting on his palm. He finds the idea ridiculous but doesn't bother to oppose it.

"It's decided then! Everyone write your names on little papers, and we'll draw from this jar!" the class vice announces, presenting a jar—wait, where did she get that from?

Atsumu sighs, feeling pressured to tear a piece of paper and write his name as his classmates do the same. The papers are collected in the jar, and one by one, his classmates draw from it.

A figure stands beside Atsumu's desk, offering him the jar filled with papers, smiling at him, signaling him to draw. He reaches in, pulls out a paper, and unfolds it as the girl moves to the desk behind him.

'Y/N'

Who the hell even is 'Y/N'?

Atsumu surveys the classroom, mentally ticking off the names of classmates he recognizes as he examines each face.

"Who did ya get, Atsumu?" his friend, seated behind him, inquires, craning his neck to glimpse the paper in Atsumu's hand. Turning around, Atsumu asks, "Who's Y/N?"

His friend's eyebrows shoot up, a silent accusation of 'how do you not know your own classmate?' etched on his face. "Oh, Y/N? That's her over there," his friend gestures towards a girl sitting alone, her gaze fixed on her paper until her eyes meet Atsumu's, only to quickly look away.

"Looks like she picked ya too, pretty lucky, huh?" his friend teases, nudging Atsumu's arm with a playful smirk. Atsumu exhales in mild frustration, then turns to face the front and rests his head on the desk.Atsumu plans to stop by a convenience store before returning to his dormitory after practice.

He'll just ask the cashier a gift for girls and settle it quick.

The bell rings loudly, signaling the end of the school day. Yet, none of the students in the class rushed to leave as they usually do; instead, each one appeared rather enthusiastic, holding a wrapped gift in their hands. The air is filled with excitement as everyone eagerly anticipates exchanging surprises with their secret Santas.

Atsumu doesn't share the same excitement as everyone else; a paper bag remains untouched on his desk. He doesn't bother to wrap gifts like others do, as he considers it an unnecessary hassle for the simple gifts he purchases. The assembly commenced, with the crowd's chatter growing louder.

"M'kay everyone, we can start exchanging our gifts now!" the class representative declares, the vice representative grinning on his side.

As everyone started moving towards their recipients, a medley of sounds and laughter permeated the air. Atsumu's gaze searched for you, and he quickly spotted you as you made your way towards him.

The surroundings seemed to fall silent as you faced Atsumu, clutching a cute pink box adorned with a pretty bow, while he held a plain paper bag. Atsumu thought you looked really cute with a flushed face and a hint of blush as you walked nervously, but he quickly dismisses the thoughts. Your eyes locked with his as you tentatively extended the box, stuttering as his assertive gaze bore into you.

"S-sorry, Miya-san, if the gift is not to your liking," you said, watching him take the box and extend his paper bag towards you. Teasing 'oohs' echoed, and you were certain Atsumu heard them as well. You accepted the paper bag, murmuring a small 'thank you.' "Thanks… And sorry too if you don't like my gift," Atsumu spoke, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, feeling the warmth spread to his ears. He felt somewhat embarrassed, aware of the simplicity of his gifts to you: a small strawberry keychain and some chocolates, as if to compensate for what he feared might seem like an unimaginative gesture.

Atsumu sees the small smile on your face, and he swore his heart just skipped a beat at the sight. You walked away from him, uttering another word of thanks before grabbing your bag to leave the classroom.

He gazes at the box he has received, and as his hands begin to open it, a small box of cookies encased in a clear plastic container is revealed, filling nearly the entire space of the box, with a tiny bag tucked into the small opening. The cookies are beautifully decorated, each one a small work of art, and the aroma wafts up, making his mouth water.

"Yeah, got it from my secret Santa," Atsumu said, responding to an unasked question, but one Osamu might want to know.

"Oh? The one who gave ya the cookies? Man, they were so good! Why doncha ask her to make some more? I'm willing to pay for it," Osamu suggested.

Atsumu wore a look of disgust, annoyed by his twin's excessive enthusiasm for food. Yet, deep down, he considered Osamu's suggestion a good one, as it would give him a reason to approach you again. Osamu continued to rave about the deliciousness of your baked goods, eating his food, while Atsumu's gaze shifted to a familiar figure he expected to see today. You were passing by on your way to recess, and his eyes lit up when he noticed the strawberry keychain on your purse's zipper.

He pondered whether you would mind if he asked you to bake some cookies again and, perhaps, for your number.

[sweetdreamlandstuff]

Catching them masturbating - Haikyu

NSFW / Minors don't interact / 18+

Pairing: Female reader x timeskip Osamu / Kuroo / Kenma

Sequel to this series :)

Warnings: Male masturbation, fantasies about sex, handjob, mutual masturbation, female masturbation, fingering, slight exhibitionism

Notes: One sweet anon requested this, so here we are <3 Hope you all enjoy! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! :)

Osamu Miya

“You don’t have to. I don’t want to bother-,” 

“You don’t bother me, don’t worry,” he reassures you. “Just sit down, I’ll quickly make you something.” Osamu’s grey eyes look into yours warmly, a lopsided smirk on his lips. “The usual?”

You nod, happily sitting down on the counter. The shop is vacant, except for you and him. You watch him work, his hands efficiently forming the onigiri as you two fall into harmless small talk. 

Normally, Osamu wouldn’t make such an exception. But how could he refuse you, his favorite customer? You stepped in, clearly past the closing time, hungry. Whom would he be to not grant you your wish?

He loves to watch you eat, your dainty hands holding something he made so preciously. The way your lips wrap around the food and the appreciative hum vibrating in your chest never fails to warm his heart. 

He has to admit that he likes this exception he made for you. Now he can observe you from up close and he has all the time to let his gaze wander back to you, again and again. 

His heart races in his chest, his hungry eyes wandering over your features. You’re stunning, even - or maybe especially - with your full cheeks and content expression. 

“As delicious as always,” you beam at him and he swears his heartbeat falters for a moment. 

Osamu has to resist the urge to collect the stray rice corn from your chin. He isn’t really sure how he lives through the next few minutes. His lust is continually increasing, making it harder and harder for him to talk with you. 

A part of him even feels happy when you finally walk out of the door, after thanking him effusively. His eyes follow your retreating silhouette.

He lets out a deep sigh once the door falls shut. Shamefully, he lowers his head, seeing his hard dick straining even under his apron. He loses the apron and swallows hard. He’s unable to comprehend how you can have such an influence on him. He feels guilty at how reverently he desires you. He nearly feels insane.

Osamu moves, sitting down at the place you were sitting mere seconds ago. And he can’t help thinking about you. About your beautiful figure, your ass, your waist. About your lips and your soft voice. He buries his face in his hands, hopelessly trying to ignore the throbbing of his dick. 

But he can’t. He weakly opens his pants, tugging down his boxers, before he frees his cock. Shallowly he starts to please himself, his hand moving up and down his length. A bead of precum spills from his tip, easing the glide of his movement.

He watches his hand, imagining that it is yours wrapped so tightly around him. A low sigh falls from his lips before he increases the pace. His breath turns heavier, his chest rising with his hurried pants. 

He doesn’t hear you, not the door opening, not your steps he is able to distinguish from all his other customers. 

You approach him unsuspecting, his back turned to you.

“Hey sorry I forgot my phone,” you utter.

Osamu flinches. Shit. This can’t be true. He’s frozen in shock, helplessly watching your expression change in slow-motion. You’re standing right next to him now, catching him red-handed, his hand still wrapped around his dick. Your eyes dart from his dick back to his eyes. 

You two just stare at each other like this, both unable to do anything. You’re awfully quiet.  Osamu awkwardly gets up and pulls up his pants and you just watch him doing so. 

“I just wanted to get my phone,” you mumble sheepishly.

Osamu curses himself internally, how dumb could he be? Your phone is on the counter right next to him, clearly in his field of vision. He doesn’t answer you. He turns his back to you, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I didn’t want to uhm disturb you,” you whisper ruefully, a slight frown on your face, as you watch his back turned to you.

He still hasn’t uttered a word. You outstretch your hand, softly placing it between his shoulder blades. You feel his muscles hardening under your touch. His shoulders slump a little bit.

“Is everything okay?” You try carefully.

“I’m so ashamed. I’m so sorry,” he whispers.

You swallow hard. “Can I help you somehow?”

“I wouldn’t know how,” he mutters, a humorless chuckle falling from his lips.

“I mean, I could…” you trail off. The tone of your voice is what makes him turn finally.

The shame and sorrow reflecting in his eyes overwhelm you.

“Let me help you,” you breathe. 

He furrows his brows, nodding in confusion.

A gasp leaves his mouth as you swiftly tug down his pants and boxers. 

“Don’t be ashamed,” you usher as you take his hard cock in your hand. 

You slowly move your hand up and down his sloppy dick, holding your eyes to his. His half-lidded eyes fix on your delicate hand wrapped around his girth and he can’t believe that this image is reality. His eyes dart up, gazing into your prying eyes. 

“Have you thought about this?” You ask your voice barely above a whisper. You don’t need to hear his answer, the twitch of his cock indication enough.

Osamu’s gaze fixes on your lips, watching them form another question. 

“Have you thought about me?”

He swallows hard, a low sigh dropping from his parted mouth. “Yes,” he confesses weakly.

His answer seems to please you, your eyes glinting feverishly. 

You increase the pace. His precum eases the glide of your eager hand as you jerk into his flushed tip. His hand grabs the counter next to him, holding onto it dearly.

“You look good like this,” you compliment him. He smiles weakly, a low moan ripping past his chest. You watch him; his chest rising and falling with his rapid breathing, his half-lidded eyes fixed on your face and the blush on his cheeks.

“Feels so good,” he breathes, his brows slightly furrowing. He watches your hand dragging along the length of his cock.

You smile up at him, keeping your rhythm, working him closer to his impending orgasm. Your fist squeezes his cock a little tighter, pumping just a little faster. His knuckles whiten as he holds onto the counter more forcefully.

You swallow hard when you notice that his thighs start to shake slightly. A deep groan manages to fall from his lips. Osamu clenches his jaw, his skin flushing red. 

“Fuck ‘m gonna cum,” he nearly whimpers, a little bit embarrassed at how quickly you managed to get him to.

“You wanna cum for me?” You ask breathlessly.

“Yes, yes,” he breathes. And he does.

You watch him as he falls apart. His eyes roll to the back of his head and his hips helplessly jerk forward into your fist. His hot cum shoots out of him, coating your hand white. You work him through it, moving your hand shallowly as he rides out his high. You let go of him once he slightly whines from the overstimulation.

You chuckle lightly, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. “Do you treat every customer like this?”

He chuckles breathlessly, his hungry eyes fixing on yours, “Only my favorite.”

Tetsurou Kuroo

Kuroo thinks that he has gotten used to it, that he’s gotten used to you. But this couldn’t be further from the truth, he realizes as he observes you standing right next to him. 

You’re alone in the break room with him, one hand wrapped around your cup the other swirling through the air as you ramble on about your weekend. Kuroo desperately tries to listen to what you’re saying, but it is just so hard for him to concentrate. He just can’t seem to focus on your words; only listening to your soft voice and ringing laughter. 

The little room fills up with your scent and you’re just so close to him. Kuroo gulps, nodding his head along to show that he is listening. He tries his best to keep his eyes from darting down to your plush lips. But he fails, his dark eyes watching your tongue drag along your bottom lip before they curl into a soft smile. It’s quiet suddenly. 

Kuroo perks up, his eyes locking with yours. You glance at him. 

“Are you okay with that?” You ask, slight confusion in your voice. Shit. Did you notice that he wasn’t listening? Kuroo panics. 

“Yeah sure, of course,” he sputters.

“Perfect,” you beam at him. 

Well, that must’ve been the right answer. “See you later,” he bows out. 

Kuroo quickly makes his way to his office. He flings himself into his chair before he lets out a deep sigh. He should really get his act together. 

His heart is racing in his chest, his face hot and this unendurable lust cursing through his body. He’s completely riled up. Sadly he knows, if he won’t release this energy now, he won’t be able to work.

His hand drags along his dick straining against his trousers before he tugs down his pants. He hurriedly takes his throbbing cock into his hand, leaning further back into the chair as he closes his eyes. Naturally, your face appears in his mind. He remembers your bright eyes looking up at him just now and your lips. Oh, your sweet, soft lips. 

He succumbs to his fantasies, slowly dragging his fist up and down his throbbing dick. He thinks about you, about your lips wrapped around his cock, watching him through hazy eyes. Kuroo slightly increases his pace, trying his best to stop a groan from falling from his parted lips. 

Then he hears the knock on his door. He freezes, holding his breath expectantly. He’s sure he isn’t expecting anyone today. Before he has the chance to utter anything, a no, a hold on, a wait, the door flings open.

He doesn’t even have the time to tug his cock back into his pants. Kuroo just sits there, his eyes growing wide as he sees you appearing in his office. He quickly tries to cover up somehow.

“Hey, so I have the -” Your unfinished sentence hangs in the air, as your gaze finds him. Your eyes flicker down to his hand wrapped around his dick and Kuroo helplessly watches them grow big at the sight of it.

Your mouth falls open, as your eyes dart back up to his face, locking eyes with him. The silence encapsulating you two for a few seconds is deafening.

“Oh my god. I- I’m - fuck,” you stutter, quickly averting your eyes from him. You look down at the floor. Is this really happening? Kuroo wants to die from the embarrassment. He awakes from his state of shock, quickly closing his pants, and standing up to approach you.

His heart nearly breaks when you lift your head, seeing the look of bewilderment on your face. Your name falls from his lips, softly. 

“I’m so sorry,” he tries, his voice almost breaking. You still avoid his eyes, peering at the shut door next to you. 

Kuroo has felt a lot of regret in his life but this is nearly the worst. He should’ve listened more carefully to what you were saying. Then maybe he would have gathered that this was intended; for you to appear in his office. Then he could’ve avoided you storming into his office, catching him in this compromising situation. 

“Why did you even agree to this? Why didn’t you just say no earlier?” You ask perplexedly. You finally meet his gaze, and the pain in your eyes nearly breaks him. “Did you intend to do this?”

“No, never, I swear,” he mumbles, moving closer to you. You turn your head away from him, swallowing hard.

His hand shakes slightly as he cradles your face carefully, turning your head to face him. You comply without resistance, your glistening eyes finding his. 

“This is so unprofessional and wrong. I’m deeply sorry. I don’t know if I can… I-“ he doesn’t even know how to make you believe how embarrassed and ashamed he feels. The words to accurately express his feeling need to be created first.

Your brows furrow slightly. “Did you do this.. because of- because of me?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. The innocence and vulnerability reflected in your eyes make his heart beat impossibly faster.

“Would this make it better or worse?” He whispers, his cheeks flushing profusely.

Kuroo doesn’t believe his eyes when your lips, those plush, soft lips of yours, those same lips traveling through his mind almost every day, curl into a small smile. 

“Is this a yes?” You breathe and your voice laced with hope makes his heart melt.

Kuroo swallows hard. “Yes, this is all because of you,” he admits, watching the effect his confession has on you. Your eyes grow even wider, your mouth opening just to close again. Your gaze darts down from his eyes to his lips, only for a second before your gaze finds him again. 

“I want to…,” he starts before he clears his throat. “Would you let me kiss you?”

“Yes,” you breathe instantly, your breath faintly fanning over his lips.

Kuroo closes the distance, his lips impatiently pressing onto yours. The kiss is soft, his hand cradles your face, angling you to deepen the kiss. His other hand is snaking across your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your lips are softer than he imagined, moving against his as if they were made for this, made for him.

He doesn’t know how long you two stay kissing like this until he pulls away. Kuroo lets out a breathy laugh as his gaze trails over your features. He sees your half-lidded eyes sparkling brighter than he has ever seen. You both smile at each other, lips bruised and cheeks flushed. 

He presses a kiss onto your cheek and then moves lower. His lips trail along your jawline, and a low “I’m sorry,” drops from his lips. 

“Sorry,” he breathes into your skin, between his feathery kisses until the word loses its meaning. His fingers dance across your body, grabbing and smoothing over your silhouette, carrying the message across your skin.

You melt in his hands, your skin burning where his lips and hands touched you. Willingly you follow him as he guides you toward his desk. 

His dark eyes are fixed on yours before they dart lower. He watches his thumb swiping across your bottom lip, slowly coaxing your mouth open. 

“I want you to feel better,” he mumbles, his voice taut. 

His hand slowly moves lower, along your neck until his hand cups your breast through your blouse. 

“Let me touch you, okay?” He almost pleads. 

You nod, your mouth so dry, unable to utter a word. 

His hands move lower, slowly hiking up your skirt to reveal your panties to him. He gasps lowly when he sees the stockings adorning your thighs. He feels his dick twitching in his pants at the sight of it, nearly making him lose his mind. He swallows hard before he drags his finger playfully along your clothed pussy. 

He watches your expression change, observing the darkening of your eyes and the way your mouth falls open. Kuroo tugs your panties to the side before he lets his slender fingers ghost along your folds. He swallows when he feels how wet you are. He briefly dips his finger into your pussy, making a mess of the slick gathering before he slowly circles your clit. 

His eyes lock with yours. “You’re gonna have to be quiet,” he declares although he would love nothing more than hear all the sounds he could elicit from you. He may be reckless, but having loud sex in his office - he’s not that daring. That’ll be for another time.

“Yes, yes,” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper.

But what first seemed to be easy turns out to be harder than expected. 

You gasp once Kuroo sinks his finger into you. He slowly thrusts it inside of you, adding a second finger to his efforts, while his thumb stimulates your clit.

His slippery fingers curl so deliciously inside of you, stimulating that sweet spot deep within. You gasp quietly. Your hands find purchase on the desk. You do your best to stay quiet but still, your panting hard and you can hear the squelching sound of your dripping pussy filling up the office.

You’re almost embarrassed at how wet you are. “I’m making a mess,” you whisper shackingly, your chest burning in embarrassment. 

“Don’t worry, you’re doing so good,” he mutters, almost sounding proud. 

Kuroo ignores the pulsing need of his cock, slightly increasing the thrust of his fingers. He observes your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head, a delicious moan managing to slip past your parted lips. 

He lowers his gaze, his eyes fixing on his fingers disappearing in your slick pussy again and again. He works you to your orgasm thoroughly, until he has your whole body trembling underneath him. 

You whimper aloud and the sound travels straight to his cock. “Quiet, quiet,” he reminds you, although he yearns to hear that sound drop from your lips again. 

“Let me see you come,” he mumbles and you do. His voice, needy and hoarse, sends you over the edge. 

You cum, your mouth opened in a silent scream as your pussy clamps down on his fingers. Kuroo holds onto you, his hand angling your face up so he can watch your expression. He’s unable to look away, drinking in your features distorted by pleasure. “So pretty,” he praises you as he guides you through the waves crashing over you. 

Your hazy eyes flutter open, taking a second before fixing on his. He sucks in a little breath, the way you look so drunk and pliant simply because of him. 

He slips his fingers out of you, watching a string of your arousal break between them. You hold your eyes to his as he coaxes your mouth open. You suck on his fingers, your delirious moan muffled as you taste your arousal. You let your tongue swirl around his fingertips before you let go of them with a loud pop. Kuroo grins down at you, a breathless chuckle dropping from his lips. 

You nervously look towards the door, suddenly becoming aware of what you’ve just done in his office. “Maybe we should stop now,” you mumble, unconvincingly.

“I can’t let you go like this,” he mumbles, his gaze fixing on your soaking folds and your stockings. “I’m not done apologizing.”

Kenma Kozume

You happily blabber on about your day, talking about the fun things you’ve done today. Kenma only hums here and there. You stop talking when you can’t recall the last time he made a sound. 

“Are you listening?” You query.

“Yes, keep talking,” he answers after a few seconds. 

You frown slightly, picking up where you left off. But now you listen more carefully, hearing his breathing getting heavier, his words and hums getting sparser and sparser. You notice his avatar moving weirdly on the screen - or rather not moving at all.

“Kenma?” You ask, wondering what’s wrong.

“Yes?” He answers, his voice a little bit hoarse.

Your heart flutters in your chest, your cheeks burning as your mind races. He couldn’t be… No, he wouldn’t… would he?

“What are you doing?” You ask carefully, sucking in a little breath.

It takes a few seconds before he answers. 

His voice is taut and a little breathless. “Gaming with you,” he murmurs.

You frown, pretty confident that he’s lying. 

“Tell me the truth,” you demand, anticipation making itself apparent.

Kenma swallows hard, a few seconds passing before he lets out a deep sigh.

“Are you- are you touching yourself?” You ask, voice barely audible.

You think he’s about to log off, the silence stretching for a few seconds feels like hours to you. Seemingly, he carefully weighs his options. 

“What if I am?” He counters.

You gulp. Your heart pounds against your ribcage. 

“What are you thinking about?” You ask curiously.

His answer comes promptly, without hesitation, “About you.”

You expected this answer. Still, it makes your head spin. Warmth ignites in your stomach as you envision him, his hand wrapped around his dick, his hair hanging messily in his face.

“What exactly?” You ask breathlessly.

He’s silent again. 

“I want to know,” you add eagerly.

“You… your lips, your tits, your thighs, your ass, everything.” He answers honestly, his voice noticeably strained. 

You only hum, letting your hands roam down your body.

“I like to hear you”, he continues, “your breathing and little laughs and your sighs, gasps, moans,” he mumbles.

“Is that so?” You ask breathlessly, your hand sneaking past the confinement of your shorts and panties. You quietly gasp as you let your finger collect your wetness.

“Yeah, let me hear you,” he pleads.

You throw your head back, slowly dipping your finger inside your pussy. You’re surprised at how wet you already are. You slather your wetness over your clit, drawing slow circles. A low moan escapes your mouth, dropping right onto Kenma’s awaiting ears. 

“Are you touching yourself?” He inquires, his voice laced with hope.

“Yes,” you mumble meekly.

He quietly groans in response. “Are you wet?” He inquires.

You quietly whimper in response, your face burning in embarrassment.

“I bet you’re dripping all over your fingers, aren’t you?” He continues, enthralled by the sounds you make. He needs more of you.

Your face burns, a louder moan ripping past your chest as you increase your pace.

“Fuck, I-,” a deep groan disrupts his sentence, “you sound so beautiful,” he mutters feverishly.

You let your moans fall freely now, hypnotized by every word that drops from Kenma’s mouth. You can hear his heavy breath and his low groans as he pleasures himself. 

“Are you close?” You inquire, the thought of him cumming makes your pussy clench around nothing. 

He hums a yes, and you can almost feel it vibrating in your chest. 

“Make some noise for me,” he demands relentlessly, his voice almost breaking.

He doesn’t have to tell you - you let your sounds of pleasure fall freely onto his awaiting ears, urging him closer and closer to his impending orgasm. 

“I want to cum with you,” you mutter weakly. Kenma gasps. Dirty words out of your mouth sound just like poetry. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get over this. 

“Cum for me, make a mess for me,” he commands, his voice dripping with lust. And you do - oh you do. You finally tip over the edge, your pussy spasming around your fingers as warm honey courses through your veins. You moan and whimper desperately. The sounds travel straight to his cock, making it twitch in his hand.

The waves crush over you as you listen to Kenma, to his deep groans, to the low moan ripping past his chest, as he urges himself closer to his impending orgasm. 

You whimper his name deliriously as your slippery fingers softy circle your puffy clit. The sound of his name falling from your lips pushes him over the edge.

A choked groan drops right on your ears. Kenma cums, hard. His thighs tremble, his fist hurriedly pumping into his flushed tip as his cum paints his hand white. He rides out his high, palming his sloppy dick as he listens to your soft pants.

“Fuck,” he mutters in disbelief.  “I need to see you next time,” he mumbles wistfully.

©sweetdreamlandstuff

[creative-crybaby]

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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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