𝘌𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 ・ 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘱! 𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 ・ 18+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺! ・ 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 + 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 ・ 𝘱𝘯𝘷 ・ 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ・ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩 ・ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 ・ 𝘦𝘵𝘤
𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘤 / 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥
“No? I thought he was with ya.”osamu responded
“He’s not…” you sigh heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose, frustrated. “He’s not here?”
“No.” osamu repeats, this time with more weight behind his tone.
You open your eyes and look up at osamu leaning against the doorway of the apartment he shares with his brother. He looks down at you with his eyebrows furrowed in concern, arms crossed over his bare chest while his grey sweats cling to his hips.
“Everything ok?” he asks, noticing your disappointed face.
“Can I… wait here? For him?” You look away from Osamu’s stare as embarrassment crawls up the back of your neck.
Osamu stares down at you for a second before stepping aside. He doesn’t say a word when you walk past him, your head still low when you sit down on the couch stiffly. He closes the door behind you and follows after you into the living room, settling himself next to you on the couch before continuing to eat his breakfast.
“are ya sure ya ok?” he asks with a mouthful of food.
“Well, we were both at a bar together but then we got into an argument last night.” you explain, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “He stormed off and I just wanted to apologize. I thought maybe he came back here.”
osamu doesn’t say anything.
“I’m sure he’ll be back soon, and if he doesn’t, i’ll beat his ass for leaving such a pretty girl.” Osamu says finally.
Your face begins to flush, then you shake your head to get the thoughts out.
You sit in silence together as osamu finishes his breakfast.
“Do you want, like, a drink or something? Some water?”
“I’m ok, thanks for asking though.” you responded quickly.
Osamu always stays with you when atsumu’s gone. You think it’s because he feels bad about the way atsumu treats you, inviting you over and then leaving for hours to go to the gym or not answering your messages after a big fight and leaving you to wait at the apartment for him to come back after storming out.
“Wanna watch tv or something?” osamu asks.
You grab the remote and put on “haikyuu” an anime show that you were always embarrassed to talk about with atsumu because he always believed “cartoons” were childish.
“yeah, do you?” face flustered of embarrassment.
“yeah! it’s one of my favorites.”
you both turn to the tv to watch the show.
The two of you glance over at each other from the corners of your eyes and you catch his smirk before returning your attention to the tv.
Osamu is nice to you, he’s always been nice. The first time Atsumu left you at his apartment, you had just stayed in his bedroom and played on your phone, but when one hour turned to two, you eventually needed to get up to go to the kitchen to grab some water.
Osamu was playing video games on the tv when you came out and he offered for you to sit with him and hang out. Although you barely knew him, it was better than sitting in Atsumu’s room alone.
You didn’t understand the game Osamu was playing, but he talked with you the entire time. He asked about school and your classes, your part-time job, even a bit about your family. Awkward small talk quickly turned to witty back-and-forth as you became more comfortable. Osamu was easy to talk to, a little flirty, and funny.
When Atsumu came back from the gym, three hours later, dressed in his regular clothes, you caught the dirty look Osamu sent him when he asked how the gym was.
You start to lose yourself in the show, the two of you sitting in silence together before Osamu finally says: “You should dump him.”
“What?” you’re startled by his words, blinking away from the tv to look over at him.
“I said, you should dump him,” osamu repeats. “He’s a piece of shit and an annoying brother, you could do better.”
You laugh, tight and forced. “No, atsumu’s great.”
Osamu’s words cut you like a knife and you physically recoil. “I thought you two were great brothers, why are you encouraging me to dump him?” you ask, deflecting.
“He’s a piece of shit. yeah sure he’s my brother and all, but what he’s doing to you is wrong. And you don’t deserve a person like him.”
You finally turn to look over at Osamu. “Well atsumu’s a great guy, sure he works out a lot and sleeps like 14 hours a day, he’s still the best boyfriend ever. I mean just look at him, professional volleyball player and hot.”
“Come on,” he says with a scoff. “You can’t be happy with that loser.”
“You’re not.” he says under his breath.
He rolls his eyes, shifting his gaze from your face to the tv in front of him. “Whatever.”
You try to bring your attention back to the tv after osamu’s dismissal, but you’re in an argumentative mood after your fight with atsumu last night. “What do you know?” you snap, leaning back into the couch. You cross your arms over your chest and huff, turning to look over at the dark brown hair colored man spread out on the couch next to you.
He shifts in his seat until he’s tilted towards you, one leg folding up on the couch, giving you his full attention. “You’re a smart girl,” is all he says.
You stiffen, sucking your cheek between your teeth as your eyes narrow. “What does that mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
You do. You’re not stupid. You think Atsumu’s cheating on you, and that he has been for a while. But still, here you are, waiting on his couch while he wakes up from wherever he is so you can beg for forgiveness for the fight that he started last night. He’ll huff and roll his eyes, but he’ll forgive you eventually. Then he’ll fuck you and things will be back to normal for a bit until the next time you ask him to hang out and he complains that you’re too clingy and that you’re smothering him.
“Ya can do better,” osamu continues. “Don’t let that asshole make ya cry so much, he doesn’t deserve you.” Unusually kind words from atsumus usually standoffish, quiet brother.
“You don’t know what he’s like when we’re together,” you say, still feeling obligated to defend your relationship despite your suspicions.
“Please, enlighten me,” osamu says, leaning forward until his elbows are resting on his knees. “trust me, i know how my brother is like.”
You turn away to try to hide your blush when you catch a whiff of osamu’s cologne as he leans towards you.
“He’s kind, charismatic, and determined,” you say, counting off atsumu’s traits on your fingers as you list them off. “Funny, smart, passionate, strong-willed, athletic, loyal—” osamu scoffs at that, and you hesitate to raise your last finger but brush him off quickly. “Atsumu has a lot of great qualities.”
“You forgot: stubborn, impulsive, ugly, and lacks self-restraint.”
“He’s not…” You struggle to defend him as osamu smirks at you from the other end of the couch.
“Why would a girl like you ever stay with someone like him?” He muses as his eyes trail down your body and you nervously tug the hem of your dress further down your thighs under his gaze. “Is he your first?”
“No,” you say quickly, too quickly, and osamu’s smirk grows into a wolfish grin.
“Ok, it all makes sense now.” He leans back against the far end of the couch, both hands lacing together behind his head as he reclines backwards. “You’ve never been with anyone else. You don’t realize there are other options.”
You turn away from him, facing the tv and pressing your arms tighter against your chest. “I’ve been with plenty of other people,” you lie.
“Whatever you say, sweetie.”
“Oh, sorry. I guess ya prefer princess, huh?”
You stiffen at osamu’s words, keeping your head fixed forward as your eyes dart over to look at him on the couch. How could he know that name? That’s what atsumu calls you when he’s…
Of course, osamu knows. The walls in the apartment are paper thin. Just like you can hear him chatting with his friends over Discord in his room, he can hear you panting and whining when atsumu’s fucking you. He’s probably heard every dirty little thing he’s said to you in the bedroom, every pathetic moan and plea that’s come from your lips, every lewd sound from between your thighs.
The thought makes your whole body burn in embarrassment and you bring your eyes forward to focus on the show on the tv. You swallow loudly, trying to calm the pounding of your heart in your chest as you try to think of something to say — some way to change the subject.
“Pervert,” you whisper instead, voice shaking.
“Ya don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s cute.”
You frown, turning over to look at him still sitting there with that shit-eating grin on his face. He’s having fun teasing you like this. osamu is always teasing you about something when you’re alone together. Just flirty banter mid-conversation.
osamu laughs at you and you watch as the muscles in his stomach tighten with every breath. His body isn’t quite as sculpted as atsumu is from years of volleyball and hours spent at the gym. osamu is a little softer and slightly chubbier. But you know that every minute of free time he has is spent on cooking for his restaurant or playing video games. His body looks more approachable than the rigid muscles of atsumu’s body.
Your eyes dart back up to osamu’s face after realizing that you’ve been staring at his torso, to see him smirking over at you. “Stop looking at me,” you say, defensively. As if you weren’t just ogling the faint trail of brown hair and where it disappears under the waistband of his sweatpants.
He leans forward again to rest on his knees and this time you lean forward into him, too, mirroring his position. “Come on, you’re a pretty girl. I bet guys hit on you all the time. Why are you wasting your time with him?”
They don’t, osamu is just being nice, you think, but you blush all the same. “Guys don’t hit on me,” you admit, tone sharp.
His eyebrows raise in surprise. “Really? Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” you snap, rolling your eyes.
“Ok, so you just settled for atsumu, then. The first guy to give you any attention.”
“No,” you say quickly, too quickly.
His smirk turns into a soft frown and he leans back slightly to run a hand through his hair. You release a shaky breath you didn’t realize you were holding when he moves away.
“I can’t believe you get all dressed up like this to apologize when he’s being an asshole,” he says, gesturing to your outfit.
You sputter, struggling to find the words to deny his accusation and defend yourself, but he silences you with a knowing look. Instead, you tighten the crossed arms on your chest and purse your lips in annoyance.
“If you were my girlfriend, I’d be the one groveling,” he continues, leaning forward again. “I’d be making you breakfast and rubbing your feet.” You laugh despite yourself, bringing a hand up to hide your smile and you don’t miss the way osamu’s face softens when you do. “I’d be the one begging you for a second chance after acting like a dumbass.”
“What would you make for breakfast?”
He smiles. “What do you like? I can make a good onigiri.”
“Yet you’re having eggs for breakfast?” you ask, gesturing to the now-empty plate on the coffee table.
“Can’t spoil yourself everyday,” he says with a wink. “I’d even bring it to you in bed, too. Wouldn’t let you lift a finger until you forgave me.”
“What if I still didn’t forgive you?”
“I’d buy you chocolates, roses…” he trails off, waving his hand in the air. “A stuffed animal — I don’t know, whatever it is you girls like.”
“Wouldn’t know, eh? Never been with a girl before?”
He rolls his eyes. “Oh, I’ve been with plenty of girls.” When he says it, you believe him.
You can tell from the way he carries himself and the way he acts around you. Sometimes you catch him looking at you when you walk around the apartment .
“And what if that still doesn’t work?” you press, squirming in your seat, hungry for the feeling of his eyes on you again.
“There are… other things I could try.”
And osamu feeds you immediately, his eyes darkening as you feel a heat blooming in your core. You know exactly what direction this conversation is about to turn, and you steer into it eagerly. “Like what?” You quirk up a brow and let a small, shy smile grow on your face.
osamu exhales sharply, rolling his tongue against his cheek, eyes dropping to your chest for a beat before returning to your face. “You wanna know?”
“Yeah,” you insist, leaning forward. “Tell me.”
Talking with osamu like this always excites you. You wouldn’t exactly call it flirting, but you wouldn’t dare do it around atsumu. It’s like your little secret: the teasing jokes and lingered glances. It’s been happening more and more recently, since you and atsumu have been fighting so much.
A part of you almost feels guilty, but not today.
“I’d kiss you everywhere until you forgave me.”
Excitement flashes in his eyes and he shifts forward on the couch, moving until his leg is pressed against yours. “I’d start here,” he says, pointing at your lips.
You stay still despite the pounding in your chest as his fingers ghost across your skin. “Then I’d move here and here.” His fingers tap your cheek and then gently behind your ear.
“Then I’d kiss all along here,” he says, gliding his fingers down from behind your ear, along your neck, to the ridge of your collarbone.
At this, your whole body shivers and osamu bites his lip to hold back his grin. “Would ya forgive me after that?” he asks, fingers still pressed into your collarbone, voice low.
“No,” you say, clipping your words to hide the shake in your voice.
“Then I’d kiss you here,” his hand moves to your leg, his large, warm hand gripping around your bare ankle as his eyes stay on your face, gauging your reaction.
When you don’t back down or show signs of discomfort, he continues. “And here,” his hand slides up your calf to just under your knee.
“And here.” His voice is breathy when his hand slides up past your knee to your thigh, his fingertips nudging under the hem of your dress while his thumb presses firmly on your inner thigh.
Your body is on fire from his touch and you’re struggling to keep your breathing level as he looms beside you.
It’s a silly thought, but you can’t seem to get it out of your head, not as he looks down at you with his darkened grey eyes.
You swallow loudly and uncross your arms from your chest, letting them settle on each of your thighs. Your one hand gently rests on osamu’s and you feel him stiffen at your touch.
What the two of you are doing right now is risky —atsumu could be home any minute, but you’re sad and you’re hurt and a really cute boy is sitting in front of you. You decide to forget about atsumu for now, just like he forgot about you last night.
“Where else?” you ask, voice quiet and breathy.
“Yeah?” osamu asks, a challenge. His eyebrow quirks up as he rolls his tongue over his bottom lip, moistening it. He’s giving you an opportunity to back down, but you don’t take it.
His eyes drop down to your lips as you mirror his movements. “Yeah,” you respond.
He grips your thighs with both hands and pulls you into his lap until your chest is flush with his. You wrap your arms around his neck and you sit perched on his lap, looking down at him.
“I’d kiss you here,” his hands slide under your dress, gripping hard on your inner thighs. “And here,” they slide back to grab at your ass, rolling your hips forward against his.
You can’t control the stuttered moan that falls from your lips as he rolls his hips against yours and osamu groans in response. “You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” he says, voice low and gruff.
You pull your arms back so you can tangle your fingers in his hair. It’s smooth and soft, well taken care of, and you can’t help but run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.
He leans his face toward yours, brushing your nose with his as his breath falls hot and heavy against your face. He wants to kiss you, you can tell, but he’s letting you take the lead.
Your heart is racing in your chest and a fire is pooling in your core. With a shaky, hesitant hand, you cup your hand under osamu’s jaw and slide your thumb over his cheek and then gently over the soft pads of his lips.
osamu’s eyes open slowly and fix on yours, his expression soft. His grip on your ass loosens, sliding back softly onto your thighs. Another opportunity to back off, a chance to walk away and pretend this never happened.
But, you don’t want that.
You lean forward, eyes falling shut as you press your lips against his.
osamu is soft and gentle, his lips parting to slide his tongue along your lower lip. You sigh into the kiss, mirroring his movements and letting him lead you into a deeper, more passionate kiss.
you let his soft hands roam across your body, fingers digging into your waist as he pulls you tighter against him.
He shifts his hips under you until each movement has you grinding down onto his hardening cock. The feeling of rubbing against another man like this has you feeling dizzy in arousal but sick from guilt — how can atsumu do this to you?
“Are ya ok?” osamu asks, pulling away from the kiss as he notices your grip weaken around him. “We can stop.”
But instead you shake your head, pressing your lips into osamus neck. “No. You’re right. I should dump him.”
osamu stumbles over his words as you lick and suck on his throat, one hand tangled in his hair and the other running down along his bare chest.
If you’re going to dump atsumu anyway, the logical part of your brain tells you to stop what you’re doing so you don’t cheat on him. Even if it’s during your final moments, it’s not right — you know that.
But when osamu moans, deep from his chest as you sink your teeth into his shoulder, the emotional side of your brain takes over.
You need to fuck him, now — it can’t wait.
“Your room,” you mumble, lips still pressed against his skin. “Let’s go — to your room.”
You move to crawl off his lap to walk to his room, but he hooks his arms under your thighs when he stands up, lifting you with him. You gasp in surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he leads you down the hall and into his bedroom, kicking his door shut behind him.
He doesn’t speak to you again until you’re laid back on his bed and he has his arms caged around you. “Take this off,” he growls, running one hand up your body to push your dress off. He’s done giving you chances to bail out of what you’re doing together.
With both hands you pull the dress up and over your head, leaving you in the matching set of red lacy underwear you had put on for atsumu. osamu groans in approval, biting his lip as he runs his hand along the curve of your breast, trailing it down your waist before resting his palm on the front of your underwear.
“yer so beautiful. what the fuck,” he says, breathless.
You laugh nervously, suddenly embarrassed. “What?”
His eyes move up from your body to your face. “Is this always what you have underneath your little dresses?”
“Maybe,” you say, face burning.
osamu presses a soft kiss to your lips, then your cheek and behind your ear. He trails slow, open mouthed kisses along your neck, resting finally at your collarbone.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, so quietly you almost can’t hear him. He sits back on his knees on the bed, his cock tenting in his sweats. He grabs your ankle, pressing his lips on the top of your foot, your inner ankle, and then trailing up your calf.
You squirm beneath him as the feeling of his soft lips on your skin pools a heat in your core. He keeps his eyes on you as he kisses up along your calf and over your knee. osamu scoots back a bit on the bed until he can rest on his forearms between your legs, still pressing kisses on your skin as he trails up your thigh.
“samu ,” you gasp, gripping the bed sheets as his lips move closer and closer to your aching core.
With his lips pressed into your inner thigh, just next to your underwear, he smirks. He licks a stripe along the crease of your inner thigh before leaning back on his knees and repeating the process with your other leg.
“osamu !” you whine, writhing on the bed below him as he presses teasing kisses into your skin.
“What?” he hums, eyes half-lidded and watching your every reaction.
“Touch me, please,” you beg as his lips press into your inner thigh.
You whimper as he ghosts his mouth across your clothed pussy, resting his lips on the small black bow on the front of your underwear.
“Where?” he presses as you gasp and squirm under him.
atsumj doesn't usually go down on you, or when he does, it's not for very long. It's never been something he was really into doing and you never pushed it because you weren't even sure if you really liked it, honestly. It felt awkward having his face between your thighs and his uncoordinated tongue against you. but.. this!
You can't control yourself from begging to have osamu's mouth on you from the way he ghosts his lips up and down your thighs. The heat of your arousal grows immensely with every pass of his hot breath on your clothed pussy until all you can think about is how it will feel when his mouth is on you.
“osamu, please — I want your mouth on my — under my —“
You can hardly form words as he runs his hands up and down your thighs, still smirking while he kisses along the fabric of your underwear.
“I’m still not sure where you want me,” he teases, brushing his thumbs up and down along your outer lips through the thin fabric of your underwear.
You run your hands through his hair, gripping it hard as you whine. “Please, osamu! I want you to eat me out!”
“Why didn’t you just say so,” he says, feigning annoyance before hooking two fingers under the crotch of your underwear to move it aside. He groans in approval as he watches a string of your translucent arousal cling to the fabric.
His hot breath on your bare pussy has you tugging on his hair impatiently. “Please, osamu, please..!”
He chuckles, amused by your desperation before running a long, wet stripe with his soft tongue along your entrance. The moan you release is guttural and he does it again and again and again.
osamu eats you out like he’s starved. He tongues you and sucks you and teases you until you’re a squirming, panting mess beneath him with the lewd, wet sounds of his tongue against your cunt filling the room. He eats you like this is just as pleasurable for him as it is for you. Each teasing lick brings you closer to the edge, before he falls back and peppers you with soft kisses. It’s agonizing and you love it.
“You’re so worked up,” he teases as your pussy drools on his chin. He licks long, languid stripes across your entrance to clean up the mess you’re making, each movement causing you to twitch and roll your hips up against his face.
You cry out his name in choked sobs as his tongue slides inside of you, the warm, wet muscle probing your slick walls as he nudges his nose against your clit. He moans into you every time you buck against his face, desperate for more contact, desperate for release. But he continues to tease you, sucking on your lips and swirling his tongue around your clit until his face is covered in your slick.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groans, eyes falling shut as he loses himself between your legs. He rolls his hips against the mattress for some stimulation against his aching cock as his tongue flicks over and back on your clit. “So fucking good.”
You whimper and tug his face harder against you as you feel him building a steady rhythm. “osamu.. it— it feels so good, fuck, it feels so good,” you gasp as he sucks your swollen clit into his mouth.
“Don’t stop,” you whine. “Wanna cum so bad,” you gasp as his tongue flicks over and back, over and back, over and back.
Your legs tremble on either side of his head as you feel your orgasm finally building to a crescendo. Your whines and moans become louder and osamu’s grip on your thighs becomes bruising to hold you open for him.
“osamu, please — so close, so close!” His groan of approval for your desperate pleas finally sends you over the edge. Like a rubber band being snapped, your body is overcome with the white hot pleasure of your orgasm, your pussy clenching and gushing against osamu’s chin as he licks and sucks you through your waves.
When your cries of pleasure turn to whimpers and shudders, he pulls his face away from you. You look down at him between your legs, to see his face glistening with your arousal, the tops of his cheeks flushed, and his pupils blown out. He looks so fucking hot between your legs like this.
“You taste so good,” he repeats, sitting up on his hands to crawl up your body. “Wanna taste?”
You nod, cupping his face in your hands and pulling his face into yours. His kiss is less gentle and more frantic as your tongue traces along his lips, tasting yourself in his mouth.
He lowers his body against yours gently, keeping most of his weight off of you but pressing himself solidly against your chest. You wrap your legs around his waist and roll your hips up against his cock.
“Please, osamu, fuck me — I need you,” you whine as you grind against his still-clothed cock.
He tsks, nipping your lower lip as he pushes your legs off of him. “You’re so impatient,” he scolds, spreading your thigh open to tease your opening with his fingers. “Let me stretch you out, first.”
osamu slides his middle finger into you with no resistance, your pussy is already slick and wet from his mouth and your earlier orgasm, but he still takes the time to gently work his digit inside of you. His fingers are longer and thicker than atsumu’s, reaching deep into you in a way you’ve never felt before.
You moan at his touch, rolling your hips against his hand for more stimulation as he gently pumps his finger in and out of your cunt. He slides a second finger into you, and this time you feel the stretch when he pushes against your slick walls, but he takes his time with you, gently finger fucking you until the stretch doesn’t feel so bad anymore.
“osamu, please,” you whine as he sucks and bites on the skin of your neck. He scissors his fingers inside of you and you arch your back in response. “oh- osamu please!”
“Shh, relax,” he says, kissing you to muffle your moans as his fingers curl inside of you. The act of him shushing you has you clenching around his fingers and you can feel him smirking against your mouth.
“I can’t fuck you until you’re nice and wet for me, so be a good girl and let me stretch you out, ok?”
He pulls away enough to look down at your face and you blink up at him with watery eyes. You nod in response, gasping and whining when his fingers curl again inside of you as he pulls more wetness against your lips.
“Shh,” he says, and you squeeze hard around his fingers. “One more, ok?
You nod frantically and feel as he presses another finger against your entrance. Using the built-up slick around your hole, he pushes himself into you and you throw back your head in pleasure from being filled by three of his thick fingers.
“Good girl, yer doing so well,” he whispers as he slowly begins to build speed with his hand.
He fucks you with his fingers and you grind your hips down into him for stimulation on your clit against the heel of his hand. Osamu grunts above you, face flushed in arousal as he watches you whimper and moan below him. You grab at his biceps, nails digging into his skin as he pumps his fingers into you.
“Osamu— feels good — so good,” you gasp as each pump sends shockwaves through your body. Your arousal is dripping down between your legs and onto the bed, coating his hand as he fucks you.
“Trying to get you nice and ready for my cock,” he groans as you squeeze around him. “You’re so fucking tight — is atsumu not treating you right? Not fucking you good?”
The mention of your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend’s name has you frowning. It's almost like osamu knows all of the intimate details of your sex life with atsumu from the way he pushes your buttons. Doing things better than atsumu does, making you feel good and hot and desperate for him in a way you've never felt with your boyfriend before.
“I bet my dumb fucking brother can’t make you cum like this, huh? Can’t make you gush and squeeze around his fingers like I can.” To punctuate his words he curls his fingers again inside of you and you cry out in pleasure. “I never hear you make these pretty little sounds when he’s fucking you.”
Your face burns in embarrassment but you can’t control the way your hips grind against his hand. You’re so close to unraveling again and osamu is taking his sweet time getting you there as he whispers into your ear. Belittling atsumu with every breath while your head spins in arousal.
He presses his open mouth just under your jaw, licking and sucking the skin there as your hands tangle in his hair while he continues to taunt you. “I always hear you begging him to go harder, harder. Is that what you like? You like getting fucked hard?”
You can only whimper in response and osamu presses his thumb against your clit, using the built up slick to swirl circles around your swollen nub. With a cry of pleasure you arch up into his chest, digging your nails harder into his arms as he pushes you to the edge.
“I’ll give it to you any way you want,” he says, panting. “I’ll fuck you so good, give this pretty little pussy what it deserves — make it mine.”
With a choked sob you come undone in his hands, trembling against his body to the cry of his name as your pussy flutters around his fingers. He groans in approval as you shake in his arms, pressing his mouth against yours to muffle your moans until your body is limp beneath him.
He pulls away from the kiss, breathing hard as he looks down at your flushed, fucked out face with pride. osamu pulls his fingers from you with a wet sucking sound. He brings his slick fingers up to your mouth, pushing them past your lips until they rest on your tongue. You greedily lick and suck your arousal from his fingers as he lays, propped up on one elbow, above you.
His body is tense and rigid as he looks down at you, aching and horny. “You ready to take my dick?” he asks, voice tight.
osamu pulls his fingers from your mouth with a satisfying pop! so you can respond. “Yes, please, osamu! I need it,” you say, finally relaxing your grip on his biceps to wrap your arms around his neck. You pull his body flush against yours and let him devour you as he pushes his sweats and underwear off with one hand, kicking them off the bed.
He settles himself between your legs and you feel a firm slap! on your stomach as his cock falls heavy on your skin. You blink down, eyes wide, taking in the length and girth of the cock on your stomach.
“Holy shit,” you mumble, reaching a tentative hand out to stroke along his length. Your fingers hardly touch around his girth and osamu moans in approval as you stroke along his swollen, leaking cock. He’s already leaving a mess of precum on your stomach and you’ve hardly touched him.
“You can take it.” osamu says as you bite your lip. He thrusts into your hand, his heavy, warm balls slapping gently against your dripping cunt with every shift of his hips. “I’m gonna fill you up so good,” he groans when your thumb slides across his tip, smearing his head with precum. “I’ll give it to ya rough, just like how ya want it.”
Your pussy clenches around nothing at his words, the idea of having him — of having that — inside of you excites you. Could you take it? Just the thought of him pushed inside you to the hilt has you rolling your hips against his.
“Look how deep I’ll be,” he says, slapping his dick against your stomach. “You look so fuckin small next to my dick like this.”
“Please, osamu — give it to me,” you beg.
He smirks, leaning down to kiss your mouth roughly before sitting up on his knees between your legs. “Anything for my little princess.”
osamu spreads his thighs between your legs until he’s sitting on the bed, hooking each of your thighs over his legs and shifting your hips up until your pussy is smearing its wetness across the underside of his cock. He thrusts against you like this, coating himself in your arousal as you whine beneath him.
You move to take off your bra but he stops you. “No, keep it on,” he says, snapping the waistband of your underwear against your skin. “You put this on to look pretty, didn’t you? Don’t take it off.”
You nod shyly as he pushes the crotch of your underwear deeper into the crease of your thigh so he can continue to smear your arousal across his length.
He thrusts forward against the folds of your pussy, the head of his cock nudging your clit with every movement. The feeling of his hard, heavy dick against your skin has you biting your lip and whining under him impatiently, but he doesn’t stop. He slides his length along the built-up wetness until he’s coated in your slick. osamu wraps a hand around his cock and gently strokes it, coating it further in your arousal.
He tilts his hips back until the thick head of his cock is finally pressing against your entrance. “Wanna watch?” he asks, eyes darting up from where your two bodies meet to your flushed face.
You bite your lip and nod, allowing him to sit up and tilt your hips until you have a good view of his glistening cockhead pressed against your entrance. His strong, large hands hold your hips up as he pushes his head past the tight ring of your pussy with a satisfied sigh.
“Fuck,” you say together. The feeling of him finally pushing into you, after begging for it and craving it since you first felt him in the living room, has your head spinning.
The stretching he did with his fingers helps ease the feeling as he pushes into you, but you squirm nonetheless, watching him disappear inside of you. He looks up at your face briefly to gauge your reaction, and you’re laying there slack-jawed and breathless as he sinks into you.
He fills you in a way you've never felt before, pushing against your tight walls and stretching you to your limit. He's gentle with every movement as he watches your face, careful not to hurt you, but you're so fucked out from earlier that you can barely register anything but the feeling of him sinking into you.
osamu makes slow, shallow thrusts, each movement pushing him deeper and deeper inside of you. You watch as he pushes into you halfway, already feeling so full and stretched, but there’s still so much of him left to go. You already feel like you've taken all that you can as you squeeze and clench around him. The thought of him sheathing himself fully into you has you trembling in a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
“s-samu,” you whine, squirming. “I can’t — I can’t take it.”
“Yeah, ya can,” he responds, voice low. “yer pussy is fucking squeezing and sucking me in, don’t give me that shit.” He shifts his hold on your hips until his arm is hooked around the back of your thigh, lifting you up until just your head and shoulders are pressed on the mattress. With his new grip, he’s able to wrap his hand around your body, laying his palm flat against your lower stomach and swirling your clit with his thumb.
You suck in a sharp breath from the added stimulation. His nimble, skilled fingers almost pushing you to the edge as your pussy grips his cock. You want more, you need more, moremoremore.
“Is that better, princess?” he asks, spitting the word as he pulls his hips back. You can see his cock is coated in your milky, white arousal, “See that? Look how wet you are for me. You can take it.”
You whimper, biting your lip and moving your head in a few quick nods. “I can take it. I can take it.”
“Good girl,” he says, sinking back into you.
You moan out in pleasure when he pushes in past the point you thought possible. You can hear him murmuring above you, “Good girl — such a sweet, tight, little pussy — take my fucking dick,” but you can hardly think as he fills you with his thick cock.
“Just a bit more, come on,” he whispers before pushing himself fully inside of you with a deep, throaty moan. He pushes his hips flush against yours, thumb still swirling on your clit as you squeeze around his cock.
Although it’s impossible, you feel like he’s going to come out your throat. You look up at his flushed face to see him grinning from ear to ear, so fucking proud of you for taking all of him. “osamu,” you gasp, breathless as you roll your hips against his, close already.
He pulls back slowly and you watch the lips of your pussy clinging to his length as his glistening cock slides out of you. You feel empty and desperate as he pulls out until just the head of his cock is nestled inside of you. Seeing his full length like this, slick from your arousal after being buried inside of you, makes you whimper.
“See? yer pussy wants all of me, I told you.”
osamu shifts his hold on you again, removing his hand from your stomach to press his palm against your lower back, holding you up as he leans on his forearm near your face. He cups your face with his hand, thumb brushing across your cheek and your lips and you let your mouth fall open to allow him to dip his thumb into your mouth.
“Say it. Use your words, princess.”
“I want your cock, samu — please, fuck me — I can take it,” your words come out like choked sobs as you roll your hips against him.
His expression turns wolfish as he looks down at you, eyes half-lidded and dark, like you’re his prey to be devoured. His tone is sharp and commanding as he presses his thumb against your tongue, holding your mouth open. “I wanna hear you make all those pretty little sounds for me again. I want you to beg. I want you to scream my fucking name.”
All you can do is nod dumbly as he holds your mouth open, the head of his cock twitching inside of you as you clench around him from his words. “Good girl,” he growls, pulling his thumb from your mouth and plunging his full length inside of you.
You cry out in pleasure as his thick cock pushes past the tight, swollen walls of your cunt until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. You try to turn your head away from Jean’s intense gaze but he holds you tightly around the chin, forcing you to look at him as he fucks you.
“osamu! — Feels so fucking good —“ you can hardly piece together sentences as his hips slam into yours. The room fills with the lewd wet sounds of your pussy gripping around his cock and the skin-on-skin slapping of bodies moving together.
He grunts in approval above you, jaw tight as he watches your face contort in pleasure. Your pussy molds around every ridge and vein of his cock as he pushes inside of you, pounding against your sweet spot with every thrust until your toes are curling and your legs are wrapping around his waist.
“So — s’fucking good, samu— so fucking big — please, please, please,” you’re just babbling nonsense as his hips rut against yours, driving you closer and closer to having another orgasm with his cock buried inside of you.
He shifts his grip again, settling your hips onto his thighs as he cages his arms around your head. “You like being stretched out by my cock like this? Filled to the fucking brim with dick?”
You can only whimper and moan in response, wrapping your arms around his back and digging your nails into his skin. “S’good — s’good!”
He laughs at your desperation, snapping his hips into yours and reveling in the way your eyes roll back into your head. “samu please— don’t stop — please, please,” you cry, feeling the coil tighten again in your core. You roll your hips up into his to match his every thrust, so desperate and needy for release.
He shifts his weight to one arm, pushing your legs off from around him and pulling back until his dick leaves you completely. You whine pathetically in response, nails digging into his skin and hips bucking up to chase his dick. “osamu, no — no!”
With a devilish smirk he grips around the base of his cock, slapping it down against your clit with a wet smack! "See how good this pussy is for me, how wet it gets for me?" he asks, stroking your milky-white arousal all over his thick cock as he breathes down on you.
All you can do is whine in response, squirming beneath him and grabbing hard at his shoulders. You try to pull him down onto you — into you — again, but he's stronger than you are and holds himself up and away from you easily. "See how fast ya cum for me?" he growls, causing your pussy to clench around nothing.
You're so desperate to have him push you over the edge again, but he's just hovering over you with his dick in his hand. "samu —" you gasp, nails digging into his skin, "Come on, please."
“Whose pussy is this?” he asks, tapping his cock against your clit repeatedly. This alone could send you over the edge, you think.
“Yeah? And what does it want?”
“Wants to cum on your cock — please!”
“You ever get fucked this good before?”
You shake your head rapidly. “No, you’re the best — please, osamu, please! I need more, more, more — fuck me, please!”
Satisfied with your pathetic begging, he angles his hips to press his head against your entrance and pushes himself back into you. Your pussy is so wet and sloppy from being teased all morning, there’s no longer any resistance when he buries himself inside of you.
“Ok, baby, I want you to cum hard for me,” he grunts, sliding a hand between your bodies to rub circles on your clit. “Make a mess all over my fucking cock.”
It only takes a few more thrusts before you give him what he wants. Your whole body trembles and shakes beneath him, pussy fluttering around the girth of his cock as you chant out his name in pleasure. Your eyes roll back into your head, toes curling, nails dragging against his skin as the coil inside of you snaps and you lose yourself in a mind shattering orgasm.
osamu pants and moans above you as you squeeze around him, watching your face twist in pleasure from the feeling of his cock ramming inside of you. "You needed this, huh, princess? Needed my fat cock to fuck an orgasm outta you, huh?"
You babble incoherently beneath him, squirming and twitching and squeezing him with your whole body as your pussy gushes around his length. You've never been fucked like this before: so hard, so deep. You're drunk on the feeling of him pushing inside of you and coaxing out wave after wave of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he growls, hips stuttering against you, “I’m gonna cum.” He shifts his grip on your body until both hands are grabbing your ass, spreading you open and fucking you deeper than you ever imagined possible.
You can’t even form words through your pleasure, just pathetic gasps and moans as you squeeze around him. You pull his hips in tighter with your legs and dig your nails into his back.
“What do you want, baby? Use your words,” he says, voice tight and breathless as he fucks you. His body is so tense and tight above you, you know he’s close.
“I want your cum, osamu,” you whimper, tears rolling down your face from the overwhelming pleasure of his cock ramming into you. “Fill me up — please!”
You can’t tell if this is another orgasm or the same one from before as the waves overcome you. You cry out desperately, body tensing around his. There’s urgency in his thrusts and the way his fingers grip your ass, his balls slapping against you each time he bottoms out inside of you.
He groans, head falling against your forehead as he fucks into you. “Gonna fill this pussy with my cum — make a mess of your sloppy fucking cunt — you want that?”
“Yes!” you cry and he moans in approval, finally letting himself go as his cock twitches inside of you and he empties his balls into you. The walls of your pussy still pulse and squeeze around his dick, milking every drop of his hot, thick cum as it shoots inside of you.
He keeps fucking into you until your body relaxes against him, every thrust causing the mix of your release to spill out from inside you, coating his balls and your ass with the sticky mixture. The sounds of your bodies moving together is obscene as your pussy grips around his messy, wet cock.
osamu keeps his head pressed against your forehead as the two of you struggle to catch your breath, finally stilling with his hips flush against you. You lay like that for what feels like hours, until he shifts his hips back and pulls his now-softening cock from inside of you with a shuddering breath, collapsing on the bed next to you.
You’re still breathing hard, legs fallen open with cum leaking down your ass when he reaches over to you. He hooks his fingers under the crotch of your underwear and slides the cold, sticky material back over your swollen pussy, giving it a soft tap after covering it.
“well, wanna do that again?”
“shit, you’re really tempting me here.”
suddenly you hear the sound of keys jingling in the far distance and then the door swinging open.
“ey samu! have ya seen my bag anywhere? i’m ‘bout to go back to the gym!”
𝘈/𝘯: 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬? 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘢𝘺! 𝘐𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰. 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴.
