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[0h-s4mu]

Sup my main blog is @brooksviolin

This is my Samu blog for horny postings so Minors DNI

[0h-s4mu]

FIRST OF ALL SHOUT OUT TO DA AWESOMEST PROOFREADERS IN DA WORLD @karnevil AND @cowboylo LOVE YALL MUAWW

MDNI🔞‼️‼️

Cw: smut no real plot, osamu da eater, p in v, (nothing else idk)

Wc: 1.2k

Smut under cut!!!

Osamu saddles you and leans down; his hands grip your stomach, caressing you with his thumbs. His lips meet yours in a fiery kiss full of unspoken words of passion and love.

His hands, oh, his big hands, calloused from years of volleyball and onigiri-making, grip the back of your head, tangle into your hair, deepen your kiss. You moan at the contact, and he eats it up while biting your lip asking for permission to go further. You open your mouth a sliver, and he chuckles, plunging his tongue into your mouth undoing you further.

His other hand crawls lower, toying with the hem of your shirt before gripping your hip and sliding up to cup your breast. His thumb toys with your nipple, giving it a light squeeze. You startle at the contact before bucking your hips up into his, chasing further connection.

He pulls away from the kiss with a groan,

“Yer an impatient one aren’t ya,” he smirks and tugs at your shirt, “gotta get this off b’fore the fun starts.”

You sit up with a quickness, ripping your shirt off and throwing to the floor, leaving you in your panties.

He takes a quick look before leaning down and sucking hickeys onto your boob. Osamu nips lightly at your nipple, before he moves downward, pressing light kisses along your stomach. He stops his hands, links onto the sides of your panties and pulls them down, slowly. You let out an involuntary shiver of excitement as his thumb brushed against your inner thigh.

Panties finally off, he grips your thighs with little resistance and you link your legs behind his neck, pulling him closer to your core.

“Yer so nice n’ wet for me, baby,” he chuckles, the exhale hitting your wet and waiting clit.

He presses a slight kiss against your clit before opening his mouth and sucking your sweet spot. You let out a loud moan before gripping his hair, pressing him further into you.

“Ngh, ‘Samu, please… want you so bad.” He lets out an amused huff before pulling back, “Gotta prepare ya first, hun.”

He gives your clit one last kiss before plunging a finger into you, curling it before pulling it out slowly, repeating his actions. You squeeze around his fingers, begging for more as he inserts a second finger, his big fingers stretching you out.

He picks up his pace, finger fucking you as you become undone beneath him. “Please, ‘Samu, please, I’m so close,” you let out incoherent pleas as he rubs circles into your clit. You let out a scream as you cum all over his hands. He pumps into you a few more times before he pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to his lips. “Ya taste wonderful.”

You pant, coming down from your high. Your eyes fall downward as you look lower and ogle at his bulge—how it was pressing deliciously into his sweatpants. It looks painful how erect he is. You could almost drool imagining how it would feel to have him in your mouth, as he becomes a moaning mess under you.

He follows your eyes before chuckling, “‘nother time, wanna be inside you.” You clench hearing that, before nodding, watching him pull his sweatpants and boxers off. He shifts forward holding his dick in his hand before pressing it to your core. He lets it slip before rubbing it onto your clit. You moan looking at him with pleading eyes. Just the weight alone felt heavenly.

He looks into your eyes as he pushes in, kissing you heatedly as you both moan into each other’s mouths. He pulls away from the kiss as he pushes in inch by inch, watching you closely for any sign of pain or discomfort. Your eyes shut tightly, a puddle of pleasure as he stretches you deliciously. He holds still as he bottoms out. “Oh, ‘Samu, ngh, please!”

Your hands reach towards his biceps, gripping them tightly. Once solid but softened from years of taste testing and love were now gripped, so tightly, and being scratched by your nails.

He closes his eyes tightly and grunts. You feel so good, squeezing him so tight he could cum right there just from entering you.

He pulls out slightly, his ears eating up your delicious yips and moans before pushing himself back into you. “Please, ‘Samu, harder.” You beg, pleading. You want—no, need more.

“If ya say so.” He pulls out almost completely, just the tip resting inside you before pushing back in with a sharp plap!. He leans forward, hugging and pulling you forward before kissing you. His stomach presses to you with every snap of his hips, ripping moan after moan out of you.

God, he loved you so much, oh god. You made him feel so good, oh so good, he couldn’t help but want to stay in you forever: each thrust, each shiver, all for you. He was yours, his soul was yours, god, oh god, you didn’t know how wrapped around your finger he was.

His thrusts grow quicker but sloppier as he nears his climax. He pulls away from the kiss, your lips puffy and covered in spit to him. You look ethereal, undone like this from his doing. “Fuck, yer so perfect, so fucking perfect; all mine, dear, all mine.”

You grip him tighter, oh fuck, what that did to you. “FUCK, ‘Samu, all yours, all yours. Please! ‘M close.” You felt so good, so, so good, like there was a coil tightening in your core. His thrusts grew quicker, he was so close. “Where d’ya want it? Hm?” His voice, shaky. “Please, ‘Samu! Inside, please!!”

You cum so hard it almost hurts, screaming his name as you grip his hair hard, earning a grunt from him in response. His thrusts grew even sloppier and harder. His hips stutter, and he cums, filling you up. You feel warm, full, and happy as his hips press firmly to yours, his stomach resting against you as you both panted heavily. You stare into his eyes with nothing short of love in your gaze.

He pulls out slowly, a mix of each other’s cum spilling out. You whined as he got up.

“Gonna clean ya up, darlin’.” He pulls his boxers on and slips into the bathroom before returning a washcloth. He presses a quick kiss to your temple, then wipes you off before laying back down.

He pulls you close, your head on his chest, arms wrapped tightly against his stomach. “Love you, ‘Samu.”

He smiled, “Love ya too.”

~~~

Extra:

The next morning, Osamu got up to a sound in the living room. He pulled you off as gently as he could before walking out of the room, alarmed. He rounded the corner ready to jump someone before being confronted with a sight worse (in his opinion) than a burglar. Atsumu standing in your (his) kitchen.

“The fuck ‘r ya doin here?” He turned around and rubbed his temple, not in the mood to deal with his twin.

Atsumu turns to defend himself before spotting the scratches down his brother's arms and back, “I—well well, ya were busy, huh? Would’ve seen my messages otherwise.”

Osamu huffs turning red at being caught, “Shut up and leave.”

[0h-s4mu]

FIRST OF ALL SHOUT OUT TO DA AWESOMEST PROOFREADERS IN DA WORLD @karnevil AND @cowboylo LOVE YALL MUAWW

MDNI🔞‼️‼️

Cw: smut no real plot, osamu da eater, p in v, (nothing else idk)

Wc: 1.2k

Smut under cut!!!

Osamu saddles you and leans down; his hands grip your stomach, caressing you with his thumbs. His lips meet yours in a fiery kiss full of unspoken words of passion and love.

His hands, oh, his big hands, calloused from years of volleyball and onigiri-making, grip the back of your head, tangle into your hair, deepen your kiss. You moan at the contact, and he eats it up while biting your lip asking for permission to go further. You open your mouth a sliver, and he chuckles, plunging his tongue into your mouth undoing you further.

His other hand crawls lower, toying with the hem of your shirt before gripping your hip and sliding up to cup your breast. His thumb toys with your nipple, giving it a light squeeze. You startle at the contact before bucking your hips up into his, chasing further connection.

He pulls away from the kiss with a groan,

“Yer an impatient one aren’t ya,” he smirks and tugs at your shirt, “gotta get this off b’fore the fun starts.”

You sit up with a quickness, ripping your shirt off and throwing to the floor, leaving you in your panties.

He takes a quick look before leaning down and sucking hickeys onto your boob. Osamu nips lightly at your nipple, before he moves downward, pressing light kisses along your stomach. He stops his hands, links onto the sides of your panties and pulls them down, slowly. You let out an involuntary shiver of excitement as his thumb brushed against your inner thigh.

Panties finally off, he grips your thighs with little resistance and you link your legs behind his neck, pulling him closer to your core.

“Yer so nice n’ wet for me, baby,” he chuckles, the exhale hitting your wet and waiting clit.

He presses a slight kiss against your clit before opening his mouth and sucking your sweet spot. You let out a loud moan before gripping his hair, pressing him further into you.

“Ngh, ‘Samu, please… want you so bad.” He lets out an amused huff before pulling back, “Gotta prepare ya first, hun.”

He gives your clit one last kiss before plunging a finger into you, curling it before pulling it out slowly, repeating his actions. You squeeze around his fingers, begging for more as he inserts a second finger, his big fingers stretching you out.

He picks up his pace, finger fucking you as you become undone beneath him. “Please, ‘Samu, please, I’m so close,” you let out incoherent pleas as he rubs circles into your clit. You let out a scream as you cum all over his hands. He pumps into you a few more times before he pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to his lips. “Ya taste wonderful.”

You pant, coming down from your high. Your eyes fall downward as you look lower and ogle at his bulge—how it was pressing deliciously into his sweatpants. It looks painful how erect he is. You could almost drool imagining how it would feel to have him in your mouth, as he becomes a moaning mess under you.

He follows your eyes before chuckling, “‘nother time, wanna be inside you.” You clench hearing that, before nodding, watching him pull his sweatpants and boxers off. He shifts forward holding his dick in his hand before pressing it to your core. He lets it slip before rubbing it onto your clit. You moan looking at him with pleading eyes. Just the weight alone felt heavenly.

He looks into your eyes as he pushes in, kissing you heatedly as you both moan into each other’s mouths. He pulls away from the kiss as he pushes in inch by inch, watching you closely for any sign of pain or discomfort. Your eyes shut tightly, a puddle of pleasure as he stretches you deliciously. He holds still as he bottoms out. “Oh, ‘Samu, ngh, please!”

Your hands reach towards his biceps, gripping them tightly. Once solid but softened from years of taste testing and love were now gripped, so tightly, and being scratched by your nails.

He closes his eyes tightly and grunts. You feel so good, squeezing him so tight he could cum right there just from entering you.

He pulls out slightly, his ears eating up your delicious yips and moans before pushing himself back into you. “Please, ‘Samu, harder.” You beg, pleading. You want—no, need more.

“If ya say so.” He pulls out almost completely, just the tip resting inside you before pushing back in with a sharp plap!. He leans forward, hugging and pulling you forward before kissing you. His stomach presses to you with every snap of his hips, ripping moan after moan out of you.

God, he loved you so much, oh god. You made him feel so good, oh so good, he couldn’t help but want to stay in you forever: each thrust, each shiver, all for you. He was yours, his soul was yours, god, oh god, you didn’t know how wrapped around your finger he was.

His thrusts grow quicker but sloppier as he nears his climax. He pulls away from the kiss, your lips puffy and covered in spit to him. You look ethereal, undone like this from his doing. “Fuck, yer so perfect, so fucking perfect; all mine, dear, all mine.”

You grip him tighter, oh fuck, what that did to you. “FUCK, ‘Samu, all yours, all yours. Please! ‘M close.” You felt so good, so, so good, like there was a coil tightening in your core. His thrusts grew quicker, he was so close. “Where d’ya want it? Hm?” His voice, shaky. “Please, ‘Samu! Inside, please!!”

You cum so hard it almost hurts, screaming his name as you grip his hair hard, earning a grunt from him in response. His thrusts grew even sloppier and harder. His hips stutter, and he cums, filling you up. You feel warm, full, and happy as his hips press firmly to yours, his stomach resting against you as you both panted heavily. You stare into his eyes with nothing short of love in your gaze.

He pulls out slowly, a mix of each other’s cum spilling out. You whined as he got up.

“Gonna clean ya up, darlin’.” He pulls his boxers on and slips into the bathroom before returning a washcloth. He presses a quick kiss to your temple, then wipes you off before laying back down.

He pulls you close, your head on his chest, arms wrapped tightly against his stomach. “Love you, ‘Samu.”

He smiled, “Love ya too.”

~~~

Extra:

The next morning, Osamu got up to a sound in the living room. He pulled you off as gently as he could before walking out of the room, alarmed. He rounded the corner ready to jump someone before being confronted with a sight worse (in his opinion) than a burglar. Atsumu standing in your (his) kitchen.

“The fuck ‘r ya doin here?” He turned around and rubbed his temple, not in the mood to deal with his twin.

Atsumu turns to defend himself before spotting the scratches down his brother's arms and back, “I—well well, ya were busy, huh? Would’ve seen my messages otherwise.”

Osamu huffs turning red at being caught, “Shut up and leave.”