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Atsumu let out a loud yawn. His fingers running through his platinum blonde hair. Nails dragging through his scalp. Looking at the team with a half lidded expression.
The loud abrupt noise made MSBY pause getting dressed. Sakusa narrowed his eyes at Atsumu,annoyed. Bokuto tilted his head to the side,confused. They all knew one thing. Everything Atsumu did had a reason. He wouldn't have yawned that loud if he didn't have something to say. "What is it?" Sakusa said rudely. Atsumu looked at him,scrunched up nose. "What? I can't yawn?!"
"No." Sakusa rolled his eyes. He grabbed his bag and started walking out. Atsumu was left dumbfounded. He scanned the room for an explanation.
Hinata let out a small laugh,"You usually let out a yawn, when you want to do something."
"Huh?!" Was atsumu really that predictable?
"Yeah. You yawn, then say,"I'm bored. Let's go do something blah blah." Tomas chuckled,switching out his shoes.
"N-no I don't!" He began to protest but the chuckles from the team let him know that he did in fact do that all the time.
"Yeah that's why omi left before you could ask." Bokuto smirked as he slide off his shirt and tossed it into his locker before pulling out another one.
Atsumu felt defeated,"Whatever.." he mumbled,crossing his arms. "So what are we doing then?"
"I don't know. I'm pretty tired Tsumu Tsumu." Hinata frowned,grabbing the back of his neck. Atsumu scoffed,"Whatever. What about you Bokuto?"
"Hmm? Oh well I told akaashi I'd do an interview thing with him tonight." He slide on his new shirt.
"Meian?!"
"Sorry Miya. My daughter has a game tomorrow so I have to call it an early night."
"Tomas?!" Atsumu was looking for anyone to hang out.
"Yeah sorry Tsumu. I told my girlfriend I'd take her out tonight."
"Wow. You guys are lame!" He snatched his gym bag up.
"Didn't you say that Osamu and Y/N wanted to have dinner with you? Why not call them up?" Hinata asked.
Atsumu groaned at the mention of them.
There was one problem with that.
Y/N,Osamu's Girlfriend.
The girl, who was with his brother. The brother that looked pretty close to him. The girl, he had a crush on. It's not like he intended to have a crush on her. He wasn't even sure why he had a crush on her. She a quiet one. Even for Osamu. He maybe heard a few words from her. Sometimes he over heard her talking to Osamu in the kitchen,when they invited him over for dinner. However,she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
She moved here and started going to Onigri Miya. That's when she met Osamu. He remembered hearing Osamu talk about her. How she always ordered the same thing. How she always got hot tea and would try to drink it right away. Always surprised that it was hot. So he started boiling the water for her instead of using the keurig. He could remember how excited Osamu was when she didn't burn her mouth. She even said how perfect it was. So he kept doing it.
Then they started dating. At this point, Atsumu had no idea who she was or what she looked like. He was happy for his brother. Well not really. Around the 6 month mark, Osamu asked her to help him run the restaurant. And they did. Still atsumu never ran into her since he would sneak around her and Osamu. Eating leftovers in the kitchen.
Around the 1 year mark, they moved in together. That was when atsumu first met her.
"Hey little brother! How's the move going?" Atsumu said over the phone. Osamu leaned against the kitchen counter. His arms crossed over his chest,holding the phone up to his ear. "It's going good." He said. Y/N flashed him a small smile as she began putting up dishes. His eyes travel down her body as she tipped toed in front of the counter to slide the plates up. She was dressed up in the sun dress he bought her a few weeks ago. He always thought yellow looked great on her. Her shoulders exposed as the thin straps laid on her skin.
"Now that you have your new place you can have as many girls as you want!" Atsumu laughed. Osamu shook his head and laughed,"No. didn't I tell you? y/n is living with me now." The mention of her name made her turn to him. Atsumu tensed up. They live together? Osamu noticed y/n looking at him. He gave her a small smile. She looked away blushing before continuing to put up the plates.
"She lives with you?! Isn't it too soon!" Atsumu snapped as he paced back and forth. Part of him felt like he was losing his brother. He hasn't even met this chick and she was living with him?!
Osamu pushed himself off the counter and walked over to her. "Hmm." He hummed,snaking his arm around y/n's waist. "I don't think so." He mumbled into her shoulder. He planted a soft kiss on it. He could smell her body wash,making Osamu close his eyes. Enjoying her with him. Almost forgetting atsumu was on the phone.
Atsumu felt his stomach turn as he heard her giggle. Osamu pressed up against her. Her hips pressed up against the counter. She reached behind her and cupped his cheek softly. Turning her head and kissing his other cheek. "I haven't even met her!" Atsumu snapped. Osamu sighed,taking a step away from y/n so she didn't hear the conversation. "Wanna come over for dinner tonight so you can meet her?"
She frowned as she turned around to face Osamu. She reached out,grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling him back to her. Osamu smiled at how needy and clingy she was. "Well geez thanks for the invite." Atsumu rolled his eyes. He felt insulted that he offered after he brought it up. "Be lucky I even asked." Osamu said,looking at y/n. He reached out and ran his thumb over her cheek. She nuzzled her face into his palm. "Fine! I'll come meet this girl and I'll tell you why she's bad for you!" Atsumu stomped around in the locker room.
Osamu wasn't paying attention. He was Taking in y/n's beauty. "Uh huh. You coming or not?" He said. Y/N placed her hands on his chest. Then slowly slide them down until they stopped in front of his pants. He could see the look in her eyes. Something about Osamu talking about her,made her feel special. Made her feel like in some weird way he was showing her off. And that lit a fire under her. She gave him a small smile before kneeling down in front of him. His eyes grew big. "Of course I am! Just to prove to you that your older brother knows better!"
"Uh huh." Osamu said. He let out a shaky breath. He watched y/n look up at him as she start undoing his pants. His hand not leaving her face. He ran his finger over her bottom lip,pulling it down. He could feel his pants tight a bit as her lip bounced back into place. "I'm serious samu! Does mom know?!"
"Yup." He said simply. Y/N slide his pants down to his thighs. He looked down at her. Her hand rubbing him over his boxers. The small blush on her cheeks,only drove him mad. He couldn't wait to see her mouth full of his cock.
"What?! Mom knows but I didn't?!"
Osamu tried to keep his cool as she pulled down his boxers.
"What kind of brother wouldn't tell their older brother?!"
Osamu let out a loud hiss as he felt y/n's tongue slowly slide up from the base of his shaft to the tip.
"I know it hurts to heard but you're not being a good brother right now!" Atsumu took the hiss as a hurt gesture, Like Osamu was hurt that atsumu called him a bad brother.
Osamu leaned over the counter,biting his knuckle as he tried not to make a noise. His cock sliding into her warm wet mouth. "You're right." Osamu said through his teeth. Y/N slowly bobbed her head up and down. Osamu couldn't help but start thrusting into her mouth. Her hands resting on his thighs. He took a step closer. She felt her back up against the counter wall. She couldn't move. "Of course I am!"
"I'll send you the address." Osamu managed to get out in a rough tone.
"I didn't say-"
"Okay later!" He said,slamming the phone down on the counter.
Atsumu heard the phone hit the counter but realized Osamu didn't hang up. "Hey you idiot! You did-"
"Oh fuck Y/n..." Atsumu gripped his phone tightly,hearing Osamu panting. We're they really doing that now?!
Osamu was resting over the counter as he thrusted deep into y/n's mouth. She was pinned against the wall,giving her no where to go. Osamu groaned,forcing it down her throat. She dug her nails into his thighs. He held it there,feeling her throat tighten around him as she gagged a bit. He grabbed the edge of the counter,finding the strength to pull away from her. He took a step back. She fell forward onto her hands,coughing and gasping. Atsumu swallowed hard. He knew he should have hung up. But he heard her gasping for air and couldn't help but wonder what she looked like. Just a drooling mess on her hands and knees.
"You think it's cute to suck my cock while I talk to my brother huh?" Osamu smirked as he grabbed her off the ground. She blushed,nodding her head. "What's the matter? You shy now?" He turned her around and pushed her over the counter.
Atsumu could tell she was close to the phone as he could hear her breathing. "Don't be shy beautiful." He kissed her shoulder,pushing up her dress so he can pull her panties down. "You think it's so cute to interrupt my phone call don't you?" He slide down her panties roughly. This gained a small whimper out of her as the cool air hit her wet hole. Osamu smirked,"Well looks like when atsumu comes over,You'll have my cum inside you." Atsumu flinched at his name.
Osamu kicked her legs apart,her dress Bunched up in his hand as the other reached between them. He grabbed his cock and slapped it against her ass. She pressed her chest against the counter,in hopes to lift her ass out to him more. "Who's my good girl?"
"I am." She whined,growing impatient.Her voice was music to Atsumu's ears. It was only two words but it had him hooked. He knew it wasn't for him but he couldn't help but feel like it was. "Yes you are." Osamu leaned down,planting a soft kiss on her back.
Osamu thrusted into her,not giving her any time to adjust. This hiss was louder as he felt her squeeze him tightly. She moan out loudly. His hand gripped her waist tightly. knuckles white from holding up the bundled up dress. He looked down as he watched himself disappear inside of her. "Fuck.." Osamu groaned,seeing her juices start to collect on his cock. "Osamu.." she moaned out. She held into the counter as he began to pick up the pace. He grew rougher. Her hips slamming into the counter as her body jerked forward from the force.
Atsumu's throat grew tight as he heard y/n turn into a moaning mess. It was right in his ear. If he didn't know any better he would think that maybe she knew that the call was still going. Y/n pressed her legs together as she got closer. The feeling building in her stomach. She knew it was too much and tried to closer her legs in hopes that it would stop. Her insides tightening around him. Osamu threw his head back,"Ah fuck... " he let go of the dress and gripped her waist with both hands. His thrusts were getting sloppy as he found himself having to force his way into her. "Cum inside me.." her voice so soft as she begged. Atsumu couldn't take it anymore. He felt his mouth get dry as He hung up. His heart pounding as he just heard Osamu's girlfriend say those words to him. Well not to him but it was pretty close.
Osamu leaned over y/n,putting most of his weight into the thrusts. He groaned and panted heavily. His muscles starting to tense up. He was close. "Beg for it." He said. "Please cum inside me Osamu!"she cried out as those thrust rammed into her core. One of his hands gripping her shoulder,making sure to pull her down on his cock. The other still on holding onto her hips. Osamu threw his head back as he thrust as deep as he could into her. That was when she felt the warm Liquid fill her insides. That was enough to push her over the edge. Her legs turning to jello. Making the counter the only thing to support her. Y/N laid on the counter,her cheek pressed up against it as her tongue hung out of her mouth. She tried to calm her heart down. The counter seeming so cold compared to her body.Her hot breath fogging up the granite countertop. Osamu laid ontop of her, his hands on each side of her. He tried to catch his breath, he let out a small chuckle. "I'm sorry for being so rough baby." He kissed her shoulder. It wasn't like Osamu to be so rough. He was usually super gentle. Making sure not to hurt her. However she preferred this. She let out a weak giggle,"I don't mind."
_____Dinner Time____
Atsumu couldn't even think straight. He stood in front of his brother's house. He was going to finally see the girl of Osamu's dreams. The girl he heard turn into a mess.
"Cum inside me."
It kept playing in his head. He put his hands into his pockets,slightly embarrassed that he was thinking so much about this girl that he has never seen. She was probably ugly. Yeah. 'Osamu only gets ugly girls' Atsumu thought to himself as a way to stop thinking about it. Maybe it was the fact Osamu had something he didn't. Not to say he wanted her specifically but he had someone to come home to. Someone,who clearly cared for him. Yeah. That's what it was. At least he tried to convince himself. He took a deep breath making his way to the door.
Osamu was cooking. Y/N's arms wrapped around him as she hugged him from behind. Her face buried in his back as he stirred the food in the pot. He smiled to himself. He was use to her always touching him. That's how she was. At first he was weirded out by how much she hugged him. But how he grew to love it. He loved how she grabbed his hands,hugged him from behind, even laid on him most of the time when they cuddled. "You nervous about meeting Tsumu?" He asked. She shrugged,"I mean of course. I don't want your brother to hate me."
"I'm sure he won't. My mom loves you so that's all that matters." He chuckled softly. She let go of him and walked around him. He watched her sit up on the counter. "The suspense is killing me."she giggled. "Let me call him."Osamu sighed,pulling his phone out of his pocket. He pulled up the past call log to see that his last call with atsumu was over an hour. They didn't even talk for that long? Osamu scrunched his nose in confusion. Y/N noticed as she leaned back against the wall. "What is it hun?"
Osamu smirked to himself,knowing that atsumu had to have heard them. He liked the idea of making atsumu jealous. It was funny to him. With him not playing volleyball anymore,They didn't really compete anymore. They had two different lives so it felt nice making atsumu jealous. "Nothing beautiful." He smiled up at her. That was when a knock pulled their attention to the door.
Y/N tensed up,hopping off the counter. She made sure to push down her dress. She had to be presentable. Osamu let out a small laugh as she did a small spin. "Do I look okay?"
"You look gorgeous."
Atsumu had half the mind to just leave. However,Osamu swung open the door. "Here I was thinking you weren't going to show up."
He didn't see her? Where was she? "Yeah well I need to see who is taking my brother away." He groaned,stepping in and pushing past Osamu.
"Hi there."
Atsumu heard that soft voice. His head still down as he looked at a pair of white heels. His eyes grew big. He was scared to look up.
"Atsumu. This is y/n. My girlfriend."
She stood almost as tall as him. Her dress hugging her hips tightly before flaring out. The small thin straps left her shoulders and chest exposed. She was beautiful. He couldn't believe it.
A warm color to her face as she smiled at him. Her eyes small like a smiling cat. The smile taking up most of her face. she even did a small wave. "H-hi." Atsumu said. Osamu stepped up beside her and threw his arm over her shoulder. Pulling himself out of his head.
Dinner was well...awkward to say the least. Y/N sat across from Osamu while Atsumu sat off to the side of both of them. Y/N didn't say anything,she was engulfed in Osamu's food. She had a resting smile on her face,scooping food into her mouth. Osamu smiled at her as he saw that she was loving the food. Then he turned to atsumu,his smile leaving his face. "So how was practice?" Atsumu's lip twitched,annoyed that Osamu was giving him an attitude. "Fine." He wanted to make a snarky comment around how he heard them but he was embarrassed. Embarrassed that he liked it. He pushed food around on his plate. He sighed looking up. That was when he was met with y/n's sweet eyes. "You okay?" She said,pushing the food to the side of her cheek. Making her cheeks look full. Osamu looked at atsumu,seeing the look on his face. He knew that face. Atsumu wanted y/n. Osamu smirked into the wine glass,bringing it to his lip to mask the smirk.
Atsumu tensed up. These words were for him. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. "Im sorry love. You have to excuse atsumu, he's not very good with words... or talking to beautiful women for that matter." Y/N looked down at her food blushing. "Huh?! I'm fine okay?! Perfectly fine!" Atsumu got defensive,making Osamu chuckle. Y/N let out a small laugh.
"when atsumu comes over,You'll have my cum inside you."
Atsumu suddenly dropped his fork. Causing it to crash against the plate. Y/N jumped slightly from the sudden loud noise. Osamu looked over at atsumu,who pushed the plate away from him. Y/n tilted her head and looked at him. "I'm not hungry." Atsumu said simply. Osamu smirked. This time atsumu saw it. "the fuck you looking at?" Y/N flinched at the aggressive tone. Osamu gave him the look. You know the..."I have what you want" look. He could see it all over his face. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see atsumu looking at y/n. Not touching his food. Even when he tried to eat, he kept missing his mouth. He was too infatuated with her to even notice that he was dropping food on his shirt.
Then the look atsumu would give Osamu when y/n looked at him. 'Did you see that? She looked at me.'
'Osamu she looked at me. I didn't do anything.' He took the simple gesture as more. Probably because he wanted it to be. Y/N didn't say anything as the brothers looked at each other. She pushed back her chair,making atsumu look at her. "Done with your plate honey?" She said,hand out to Osamu. Osamu gave her a small smile and handed it to her. She turned to atsumu,hand out. He flinched as she acknowledged him. He quickly scrambled to grab the plate,knocking the fork on the ground. She let out a small giggle.
Osamu saw the panic on his face. "I-Sorry." Atsumu mumbled. Y/N took a step over to pick up the stuff but atsumu already bent down. The top of his head brushing up against her dress. He froze,realizing how close she was. She paused,placing the plates on the table. Osamu narrowed his eyes,wondering what y/n was doing. She bent down and grabbed the fork for him. His face inches away from her as she squatted down to his eye level. She kept her head down,picking up the fork. She looked up at him. Their eyes meeting for a second. His pulps dilated the second they met. She let out small huff of laughter.
She couldn't help but notice the small differences between the two. Atsumu's nose was tilted a little more upward. He was so close to her, their noses almost touched. Even the different colored eyes. He just kept looking at her as she stood up and grabbed the plates from the table. She disappeared into the kitchen. Atsumu felt his eyes fall to her round firm ass. Even through the flared dress, he could see it. "Don't even think about it." Osamu said. Atsumu turned to see Osamu,sitting with his arms behind his head looking at him. "What? You don't know what I'm thinking?"
Osamu chuckled,not saying anything. "Right. Well what do you think?"
"About?"
"Y/N." Osamu nodded towards the kitchen.
"I don't like her."Atsumu crossed his arms and looked away. A pout on his lips. Trying his best to make it seem like he doesn't have a thing for her. "Hm. Could have fooled me." Osamu shrugged as he stood up from the table and made his way to the kitchen.
Y/N placed the dishes into the sink,leaving the two alone in hopes that they might want some alone time. However,she felt a long arm wrap around her waist. She flinched,not expecting it. "Hey.." Osamu said softly,muffled into her hair. "What are ya doing?" She giggled. He didn't say anything as he pressed up against her. She let out a small whimper,feeling him press against her ass. "Osamu. Stop your brother is in the other room."
"He's busy." He said,planting small open mouth kissed on her neck. She hummed softly. She turned around on in his arms,placing her hands on his chest. "Calm down samu."She planted a kiss on his lips.
Atsumu could hear her giggling away in the kitchen. He could feel the headache starting to form at the idea that Osamu was probably kissing against her soft skin. He closed his eyes,picturing him being the one to do it. Before atsumu knew it; Osamu walked back into the living room,seeing atsumu with his eyes closed. "Practice tiring?" He said simply,taking a seat. atsumu just nodded.
____That was almost 2 years Ago_____
Atsumu only saw her on holidays,family events or when he had dinner with Osamu. He thought the crush would go away when she became a bigger part of Osamu's life but nope. It only got worse. She started hugging him since she was getting use to him. Osamu even started leaving them alone together so she would try to make small talk about his team. The normal jokes he would tell, that never hit always made her laugh. It made him feel special. So he did the only logical thing. Ignored her. He hadn't seen Osamu in a while. He's been bugging him to come over to help with some Halloween decorations y/n wanted up. It was the first of October so he knew he couldn't avoid them much longer since y/n wanted those decorations up soon.
However, he did miss her a bit. Even if she just sat off to the side and smiled as she listened to the conversations. They would share small looks. It was great.
Atsumu groaned,wondering what to do. Maybe he should just suck it up and go see samu and y/n. He look at his phone,seeing that they were probably home already. He pouted,looking down at his keys. That's when he saw the Onigiri Miya key. The key he knew that he shouldn't mess with. Osamu only gave him a copy because he was worried if he couldn't get something in time then Atsumu could help him. Then it hit him. He'll stop by to grab a snack. He was sure that they were long gone. He smirked to himself,making his way over there.
When he got there,he saw that most of the lights were off. Expect one. The kitchen one. Atsumu scoffed. He was doing his brother a favor. Stopping by to turn off the light so his electricity bill wasn't sky high. Yeah. That's what he was going off. He looked around as he slide the key in. Slowly turned it,making sure not to be loud so no one saw him "breaking in."
However, that's when he heard the noise from the kitchen. "Osamu.." it was her. Her voice. He felt his jaw clinch tightly. Her moans filling the calm still air in the empty restaurant. "Fuck.. you're soo tight.." Osamu's voice followed after.
Y/N sat up on the counter,her feet on the edge as she brought her knees up to her chest a bit. Osamu's hands holding her legs open. Her skirt pushed up while her black thigh high socks covered her legs. Osamu looked down at his cock disappearing inside of her. She arms wrapped around his neck. She whimpered, throwing her head back. Hitting the cabinets behind her with a soft thud. Osamu thrusted slowly into her,enjoying the feeling of her tight walls hug him. Osamu slide her work shirt up, exposing her breasts to him. He licked his lips.
Atsumu knew he should have just walked out. His plan was ruined. He gripped the keys tightly. His palms getting sweaty. 'Leave.' He told himself.
Osamu began bottoming out in her. She moaned out,feeling every inch inside of her. Her hands sliding down to rest on his chest as it was becoming too much. Osamu lifted her legs up,putting them onto his shoulder. He leaned into her,almost folding her in half. "S-samu.." she said weakly. The pleasure pulsing throughout her body. Osamu groaned through his teeth.
Atsumu swallowed hard,the sweat in his palm making the keys slip out. The crash of the keys hitting the floor,making him jump. Y/N couldn't even think straight more less pay attention to that. However, Osamu noticed. He smirked to himself,turning his head slightly to see if atsumu was there. But he couldn't see him as atsumu stood by the door and not by the order window. He knew for a fact he locked the door so that meant one thing. Tsumu was in the restaurant.
This led to a burning energy inside of him. He grabbed y/n off the counter. The change of angle made her Yelp out a bit. The back of her legs against against his abdomen as her legs dangled off his shoulders. She was completely folded as her arms held onto his neck. He began bouncing her into his cock. The change in pace and position made y/n let out a moan, neither Osamu or atsumu had heard before. Atsumu froze,not wanting to leave. Osamu groaned into her ear,"Do me a favor baby and call me miya." Y/N was so drunk off of pleasure she didn't ask any questions. "Miya!" She cried out. Atsumu gripped the keys tightly. Osamu knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted his brother to hear their name in her lips,realizing that it's because Of him and not atsumu. Y/N pushed against Osamu chest as he got rougher,ramming her down on his cock. Her legs and body bouncing up violently in his arms.
"M-m-Miya!" Her voice breaking with every thrust. she starts to tighten around him. Atsumu could feel his pants getting tighter.
Y/N let out a loud yell of pleasure. Osamu grabbed her tightly,shooting his load into her. However, he wasn't done with her. He carried her over to the bags of rice,placing her in top of it. He pushed her legs up,fully exposing her pussy to him. Her work hat,dipping down to hide her eyes but not her blushing cheeks. Osamu watched as his cum dripped out and onto the rice bag. His work shirt and logo on her,proving that she was his. "I don't think kita would like you dripping all over the rice." He smirked,pulling his phone out. She blushed,hearing the click of his camera.
Atsumu wanted to look so bad.
Osamu felt his cock twitch and stir at the sight of her. "I wanna break you." She flinched at the boldness of Osamu. Of course, she knew he was straight forward. But he never said stuff like that. He was gently and made sure not to hurt her. She quickly relaxed,knowing that Osamu would never intentionally hurt her. "I trust you to do whatever you want to me.." she blushed. He leaned in,kissing her passionately. She put all her trust into Osamu. They were both madly in love so of course she wanted him to break her. Use her. She just didn't know how to say that. So when he said stuff like that she jumped on it.
He slide her off the bags of rice and bent her over it. She blushed,feeling his strong firm hand grab the back of her neck to hold her down. Her cheek pressed up against the bag as Osamu position himself behind her. He rammed back into her. The sound of her wet inside clear as day. He groaned and grunted,his hand tightening in her hair. Her nails digging into the rice bag. Her moans were harsher as her chest and hips hit the rice,knocking the air out of her with each thrust.
Atsumu balled his fist up. She was on the rice, that was against the back wall. Which meant that Osamu's back was to the order window. He wouldn't know if he took a small peak. But did he really want to see that? If it meant a glimpse of her then yes.
Osamu was ramming into her cervix,making her body jerk forward onto the rice bags. She tried closing her legs as the pleasure became too much. However,she couldn't. Her legs kicked and squirmed between Osamu's legs. He pushed her down hard into the rice. "M-Miya!." She cried out. Tears in her eyes.
Atsumu took a deep breath and walked over to the order window. He slowly peaked in. Osamu's back to him. But he saw it. Y/N bent over the rice bags. Squirming and kicking her legs. Her cries filling the restaurant. He watched her cute little hole being stretched by his brother. Cum running down her legs to her black stockings. He swallowed hard. Something about her being used and abused really turned him on. The way she squirmed from the over stimulation. The noises like she was begging him to stop. It was perfect. He only wished he could see her face.
Y/N was a drooling limp mess as she began to tighten. Osamu hissed loudly. It was almost impossible to thrust into her. "Fuck! Baby you're so tight!" He whined a bit. However, that didn't stop him. He growled under his breath,before roughly yanking her arms behind her. He pulled her back onto him before forcing his way in. "Miya!!"
"Fuck.." He growled into her ear,dropping her back onto the rice.he leaned down,pressing his chest against her back. She feet leaving the ground from the amount of force he used. Something about those words pushed her over. Osamu buried his cock deep inside of her, painting the inside of her white.
He came so hard that it leaked out of her,running down and dripping. Atsumu watched as her pussy was just a mess. Osamu could feel her pulsing around him,milking him. He hummed softly,both of them panting. He kissed her shoulder,"I'm sorry for getting alittle rough there beautiful." He mumbled. She giggled softly. "You know I like it when you are rough right?" He flinched, surprised she said that. "Is that so?" She let out a small playfully giggle as she get him twitch inside of her. "Mhmm."
"God you're so perfect."
Atsumu frowned a bit,looking away as he heard them go back to their loving selves. It was stupid. At the end of the day she belong to Osamu. That's why Osamu had her say miya. She belong to that miya. Not him.
"Let's get home before that cold front comes in. Can you walk hun?"Atsumu took that as his queue to leave.
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Y/N laid ontop of Osamu. Her leg between his while she laid her head on his chest. Arm across his stomach,hugging him tightly. The sun barely peaking in through their bedroom window. However, with the snow from last night. It was a lot brighter. That was when he heard the loud knock. He sat up,quickly knowing that y/n would not be happy if she was waken up. It was their day off so of course she wanted to stay in bed. He tried to butter up,gently kissing her head. "I got to get up baby." She whined,grabbing onto him tightly. He groaned,feeling her press up against him. The knocking got louder,making Osamu cringe. Then he heard it. The sigh. "Baby.." he tried to make it better. she let go of him,rolling over so her back was towards him. "I'll be back okay?" She didn't say anything. She was mad.
He ran down the stairs as fast as he could in hopes to end the knocking as quickly as possible. Whoever was at the door was dead. "What?!" He groaned,swinging open the door. The cold freezing weather outside hit him like a truck. But the anger he was feeling kept him warm. There he was. Atsumu. Standing there all bundled up in his jacket. Bags by the door.