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Warnings/18+/dub-con/nsfw/impregnation/choking/timeskip!Osamu/penetration/jealous!Osamu/Obsessive behavior/smut

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You were aware that your actions would carry consequences. However, you did not yet suspect what frightening things would happen to you.

Your own best friend took advantage of you..

You feel really stupid and pathetic. What made you think this was the right way to go? How obsessed you were with this idea.

Desperately, you look to your left and catch sight of the boy that you like so much.

Atsumu Miya, the guy who is so out of your league. The guy you want to give your all to.

You sigh out loud, for months without fail you try to make him yours. It seems that he is hardly interested in you. Still, you don't want to stop, and you do your best.

Your idea will pay off, you are quite sure. If he doesn't show any interest, you will give up and bury your hopeless love.

This plan wasn't the best idea and it wasn't a nice one eihter, and for that you have to wrap your best friend in it.

Osamu has been your best friend for years, and you didn't dare to talk about your real feelings for his brother.

But even so, you knew that Atsumu put a lot of emphasis on what Osamu had. Often your best friend complained about his brother and his urge to take everything away from him.

Osamu couldn't stand sharing.

You wondered if Atsumu would want to take things away like always, even in circumstances like love.

Now there is no turning back, you will go through with it.

You lean back on the sofa and rest your head against Osamu's broad shoulder, entwining your fingers with his. It was a strange feeling to feel Osamu's warm fingers against the back of your hand. Embarrassed, red color forms on your face.

Osamu twitched briefly, his breath catching. For sure, he didn't see that coming. Your gaze turned upward, and you looked deeply into the slightly confused gray eyes.

But they weren't the brown eyes you crave, the ones you want to drown in.

After a brief moment, you broke eye contact and turned to Atsumu, who looked stunned into your eyes. However, his bewilderment didn't last long and a small playful smile was on his lips.

Did it work? Does something Atsumu Miya show interest?

Lost in thought, you didn't notice how Osamu looked at Atsumu.

“I'll leave you two alone now, have some errands to do, will be home later today.” With these words, Atsumu left the apartment. He reacted to it, to this stupid tactic!

You were torn from your thoughts when Osamu squeezed your hand tightly and pulled you out of the living room with him.

Now you were the one with confusion showing on your face.

"Osamu?" Your voice rang out, soft and curious.

Your best friend, however, ignored you and pulled you into his room. Once in his room, Osamu closed the door loudly.

He seems to be upset. You could understand that it wasn't okay to just touch him. But it wasn't like you touched him completely inappropriate. It was only light skinship, if you can even call it that. Why did he make such a big thing out of it?

"What was that about?" His voice was deep, you'd never heard him like that before.

"Sorry if it made you uncomfortable. I just wanted to try it out." Justifying yourself, you looked against the ground.

You didn't want to tell the gray-haired man about your feelings or this stupid plan.

"You think with a stunt like that, Atsumu will show interest?" You quickly lifted your head up and looked at your counterpart in shock.

How did Osamu know about your feelings? Were you this bad at hiding all this time?

"N-no, it's not that! What do you mean?" Desperately, you try to talk your way out of it. Without, to no avail. Osamu looked at you with a cold stare. Of cause he wouldn't believe you, you're his best friend! He always knows when your lying.

"Because it's just you being the naive little thing that you are and not seeing it for yourself. You're like a bitch in heat."

With hurt in your eyes, you looked at Osamu shocked. Your eyes began to fill with tears. It hurts to have your own best friend call you that.

You knew you shouldn't have dragged Osamu into this. You had used him to get what you wanted. But Osamu could have said it a little nicer.

“I'm sorry.” Embarrassed, you look to the side. Suddenly you feel a firm, almost painful, grip against your shoulders.

“Am I not enough for you?” Osamu sounded so emotionally detached.

“What?” Your eyes widen as you realize what Osamu said. Your cheeks turn red.

“You're playing with me, aren't you? As if you haven't noticed already.”

You think back to all the times you were favored by the gray-haired man. Of all the kind gestures. The tender, innocent touches. You thought it was just friendly affection.

“I really had no idea. I swear!”

A growl came out of Osamu's mouth.

Before you realized it, you fell backwards. Your back hit the mattress of Osamu's bed. A noise came out of your lungs, and you opened your narrowed eyes.

Bent in front of you was Osamu, his gaze frightening you.

Countless questions formed in your mind. Why were the two of you in such a position?

Your heartbeat increased rapidly as Osamu approached your neck.

"Am I not enough?” He repeated his question.

Goosebumps formed on your body, he was so close to your neck.

“I would be a better choice. I can be your best friend, but I can also be your lover. So let me replace that role.” He whispered in your ear. Without any warning, rough lips settled against your neck. Out of shock, you try your best to tear your best friend away from you.

“Osamu. No, s-stop.” Your plea, however, went unheard.

The bigger one grabbed your wrists and pressed them above your head. You had no way to get free, you couldn't compete with his strength.

“Stop struggling. He won't be interested in you anyway.” It's true, you thought, and tears began to make their way down your cheeks.

However, that didn't give Osamu the right to touch you like that. You started to push him away with your legs, but his hips remained between your legs. No matter how hard you tried.

His tongue ran down your throat, and he stopped at your neck. He bit down, you feel his teeth digging through your skin. A painful moan escaped your lips.

Osamu began to suck on this spot. You didn't want to admit it, but this bitter-sweet stinging felt pleasant. Soft sounds that you couldn't repress betrayed you.

“You like it, don't you, whore?”

You did not express yourself, as all your denial would not be taken seriously or heard.

Your silence, however, drove Osamu on more. He rose slightly and yanked up your shirt and bra, leaving you exposed beneath him.

“P-please stop.” You whimpered, looking away in embarrassment.

A startled sound echoed around the room as the gray-haired man ran his cold hands over your nipple.

“You are so beautiful.” Osamu seems to be in a trance, he hardly notices you verbally, only notices your body.

He bends over, and you feel his breath against your chest, rather he presses his tongue against it. Your breath stops, your body twitches.  With a swinging motion, it became more intense until he started sucking on it. Your sounds pleased Osamu, who became more and more energetic.

With a foggy mind, you noticed Osamu's growing arousal pressing against your thight. He pressed against you to find relief.

You hate how good it feels, fresh tears escaping your eyes. None of this should have happened, you feel so filthy.

You have to give yourself hopelessly to him, all attempts to push him away or talk him out of it fail. Helpless and frightened, you stare at the wall.

You shouldn't have dragged Osamu into this.

Your best friend noticed that you were distracted and absent. That's why he stopped. He stared at you, his pupils were wide.

He took your jaw in his hand and guided you to him. Your eyes open wide as you feel his lips on yours.

Osamu began to move his lips and licked over your lips. His tongue entered your mouth, and he explored you curiously. He nudged your tongue and demanded to play.

You started to feel hot. Your mind was dazed, you didn't know if you could resist this seduction.

After the fiery kiss, he looked at you again. “Enough with the sharing. I'm taking what's mine.”

Again, you groaned as Osamu reached into your pants. He slid lower and lower until he slid under your panties. With gentle poking and circular motions, he touched your clit.

Your breathing was getting heavier by the second. He drove his hand even lower, circling your opening where he pushed his finger in.

“You're so wet and warm.” His whisper rippled through your entire body.

You didn't want to feel good, after all, you did want Atsumu.

From that point on you couldn't stop crying, as ugly cries pushed out of you, Osamu looked at you with an angry expression.

“Stop crying. I know you like it.” His voice no longer sounded like himself. That voice with a deep undertone didn't sound right, and you didn't feel comfortable. Because what he said was true, more tears formed.

You could see in Osamu's eyes how his patience flew away. His fingers slipped out of you and your hands were free.

Did he now realize that he was going too far?

Before relief could spread through you, two strong hands clasped your throat and pressed you into the mattress.

Desperately, you try to gasp for air. Painful whimpers escape from your burning lungs. You became dizzy, your pulse rose rapidly. Before it faded to black, the pressure around your neck released, and you struggled for the air you needed. The mattress rose, Osamu walked off the bed, but not for long.

He came back with a tie and tied your arms against the bed. “Shouldn't you be happy? I am the best substitute for your undying love for my brother. For fuck’s sake, I have the exact same face.”

He knelt down to your legs and yanked them apart. Not a second later, your clothes were gone, and his head was between your legs. With his teasing tongue, he settled on your vagina. Still barely recovered from the shock before and still breathing very hard, your head fell back. A short scream rang out.

His movements against your vagina were frantic, at the same time he spreads you open with his two fingers.

From this stimulation you gasp loudly again and again, his touches were breathtaking.

He straightened up and pulled down his pants. In front of you stood energetic and erect, his thick, hot cock. Frighteningly, you looked at his manhood, you knew what was coming next.

"Do you like what you see?" You could clearly hear his amusement, you didn't even have to look at his face to see he was smiling.

He moved forward and roamed his shaft along your cunt in slow motions.

He spit on your vagina, and you could still see the remaining thread of saliva hanging from Osamu's lips before it separated.

Everything was so slippery and warm. His hardness against you feels electric. Perplexed, you stare at his face, no words coming out of you. You didn't know what to do, since in this situation, you couldn't do anything anyway.

As Osamu got closer and closer to your opening, you could feel the pressure of his cock, you squint your eyes shut.

Freaking out or crying did not help you in this situation.

The gray-haired man penetrated you, it burned, and you knew the thickness of his cock would feel uncomfortable.

Osamu didn't make it easy for you either, ramming into you without any mercy. Your hands reflexively tried to hold on to the tie.

Long pulled were your moans, which were not long to hear as Osamu pressed his lips against yours. He did pull you into a deep kiss.

Sloppy, slippery, stuffy.

Tongues were intertwined. Sweat spread over both bodies. Moans stifled.

He began to speed up, hitting better and better spots. The bigger one pulled back and scrubbed against the clit with his fingers, causing more sensations.

“You are so tight. I can feel your walls pressing against me, like you don't want to let go. I knew you were a first class slut with huge desires.” He put two of his fingers in your mouth and opened it to spit inside.

His breathing was getting louder and louder, and your ecstasy was getting closer and closer. You couldn't resist any longer. This unique feeling. You wanted to feel it, you were so close to satisfaction. Your thoughts turned off and focused only on this release, this honey-sweet climax.

Through his jerky movements, it popped into your mind that he wasn't using a condom.

Panic spreads through you as you hope that Osamu was at least thinking clearly in this situation.

“You're not wearing a condom!” Your voice trembled, hopefully he had heard you.

“All the better, you won't be able to get away from me if we perform a little miracle.” His voice sounded amused again, gray eyes looking deep into yours.

“W-what, anything please, but not that.” Begging was your only hope.

“I love you, isn't that the worst thing you've ever heard? I'll take good care of you, so forget him and stay by my side.” His confession made your heart beat hard against your chest. Of course, you suspected it, why else would he go so far. But you couldn't let him get you pregnant.

Extremely red-faced, you opened your mouth to retort, however, your complaint was exchanged with a scream.

Osamu hit a special spot inside you that made you tense up. Your eyes twisted as your head pressed hard against the bed. Your back arched upward and your legs began to tremble.

You had never felt like this before during sexual activity. You wanted to run away from this daze, at the same time you just wanted to stay here and ride out your climax.

The moans of both of you grew louder and louder, and deep inside you, you could feel additional warmth as Osamu came inside you. Both of you trying to control your breathing, the gray-haired man dropped on top of you.