being roommates with osamu, suna, and atsumu while having the BIGGEST crush on osamu. you find yourself melting at your feet while watching osamu do domestic chores. cooking, doing laundry, cleaning, no matter what it is your heart starts to beat a little faster and your stares tend to linger.
it’s not your fault his biceps look so scrumptious while he kneads at the rice for his onigiri! and it’s not your fault the other two boys you live with are pigs, making you go feral for the only good roommate who does a little more than the bare minimum.
and you swear he knows about your crush (so do atsumu and suna) because you feel like he purposefully does things that he knows will fluster you. he asks you to taste test the onigiri he makes, opting to feed you bites himself rather than letting you eat it. he tilts your chin up with one finger, telling you to open up as your jaw drops on command. he uses his unfairly pretty and rough hand to bring the onigiri to your mouth, and then pulls away after like nothing happened, leaving you stunned and atsumu cackling on the couch.
when doing the dishes, you and osamu work side by side in tandem, while his arm continues to brush yours over and over. and when you finally get used to his touch, he’ll grab your waist to move around you with a murmured “‘scuse me darling” in your ear. you turn red and scrub a plate so hard it almost breaks. suna scoffs about how pathetic you are later.
and worst of all is when you’re sitting in the living room, recovering from a long day of work and watching your favorite show, and osamu decides to walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel slung lowly around his waist. osamu’s built from years of volleyball, but recently he’s been getting bigger and beefier from taste testing and handling heavy sacks of rice at onigiri miya. his arms bulge deliciously, and the slight pudge around his toned stomach makes your mouth water.
your hand freezes in the popcorn bowl as you squeak, face turning positively red. osamu turns towards the couch, water droplets dripping from his hair down his muscular back, leaving you speechless. atsumu starts screaming at him to “put some damn clothes on” and quit “drippin all over the floor”. osamu rolls his eyes and starts moving towards his room, but not before catching your stare and smirking. after he leaves, you sink into the couch, face burning, as suna and atsumu stare at you with pity.
it’s so obvious it hurts to watch, suna and atsumu often find themselves cringing at how you practically light up with heart eyes whenever osamu walks in. one day they corner osamu in the kitchen (well, atsumu corners him, while suna feigns disinterest), demanding to know the truth about how he feels about you. osamu scoffs and denies any feelings towards you, claiming you’re “just a friend” and it’s fun to flirt but that’s it. little do they know, you heard everything from the hallway, heart breaking into tiny little pieces. you knew your crush was just that - an unattainable crush - but it certainly hurt to hear out loud.
you call your girlfriends who insist on getting you drunk and out of your apartment. they claim you don’t need to be around osamu anymore, calling him ugly names and hoping it’ll make you feel better. it doesn’t, it only makes you feel worse because you know that he isn’t a bad person for not returning your feelings.
they drag you out of your room regardless, forcing you down to a bar and buying you drink after drink. at some point during the night, a group of cute boys approaches you guys, one of them fixated right on you. he buys you a drink and you sip it idly while he tries to chat you up. any other day you may have chatted back, but today you were too heartbroken over osamu to even look at another man. despite that, you try and give him the best of your attention as your girls cheer you on from the side. before leaving, the cute boy asks you for your number. you don’t have it in you to turn him down so he hands you his phone as you enter your contact into it.
when you come home, the three boys are sitting on the couch watching some shitty horror movie. atsumu jumps at the door opening, asking if you want to join them after realizing it’s you. you’re swaying side to side slightly, slurring that you don’t wanna watch a movie with them. suna squints at you, asking if your wasted as you vehemently shake your head no. the three boys exchange looks, before osamu gets up and tries to stabilize you by the waist with his ginormous arms. and again, while any other day you would’ve welcomed the touch, might’ve even drunkenly flirted with him while he playfully rolled his eyes and took care of you, you were too hurt and heartbroken to let him.
you smack his arms and tell him to get away from you, before clumsily storming into your room for the night. osamu stands there in shock, as do atsumu and suna. you hear a couple of knocks at your door, first osamu, then atsumu, then suna. you yell at them to go away all three times. as you’re finishing taking your makeup off, you’re flooded with texts from your roommates, asking you if you’re ok and if anything happened. osamu especially has sent you a torrent of texts, clearly worried. it would’ve made your heart clench, if you didn’t know that he doesn’t really care about you or your feelings.
you decide to take pity on your roommates and text suna that you’re ok, and that you just want space. rin instantly responds, respecting your decision and telling you he’ll relay it to the others. you stop getting texts, but not before osamu sends you one last one.
samu 😛🍙: you can talk to me, you know
you scoff at that, turning your phone off and falling asleep quickly after.
the next few days pass by with you avoiding osamu at all costs. you dodge all his attempts to get you to taste test his food, switch out chores with suna so that you don’t have to do the dishes with him, and spend your free time in your room as opposed to the living room. osamu is so confused why you’re treating him this way, and it’s affecting him to the point where he’s taking out his frustration on atsumu and suna. the two of them are caught between you avoiding them, and osamu being constantly angry with them.
“whole house mad” suna remarks, when osamu and atsumu start getting into petty fights and you aren’t even bothered enough to come out of your room.
osamu considers confronting you but can’t even get you alone long enough to say what he wants, and you weren’t responding to his texts either. meanwhile, you’ve been texting bar boy (whose name you learn is matsukawa issei), and trying to distract yourself from your shitty living situation.
eventually issei asks you out on a date, and after deliberating and much encouragement from your friends, you decide to go. he tells you to dress nice since he’s taking you to a fancy restaurant, and you can’t help but miserably wonder whether osamu would’ve cooked a nice meal for you for a first date.
despite your very prominent lingering feelings for osamu, you spend your early friday evening dressing up to the nines. you put on a short black dress that you’ve been dying to wear, along with some way too high heels and your best perfume and jewelry. you style your hair and makeup to absolute perfection, admiring yourself in the mirror.
you step out of your room at 7 pm, wanting some alone time in the living room to calm your nerves before the date. since it was a friday night, atsumu and suna were out with their teams, and osamu was running a shift at onigiri miya. as you walk towards the couch, the door clicks and opens, making you freeze. osamu walks in, sighing and running a hand through his dark hair. your heart starts beating faster, as you wonder if you can make it past him towards your room fast enough before he notices you. your high heels say otherwise.
it’s too late anyways, because he looks up and fixates his eyes directly on you. he doesn’t say anything for a moment, simply running his eyes up and down your figure. you turn pink under his intense gaze, as his expression shifts into something unreadable.
“you’ve been avoiding me.” he claims.
you try and stammer out an excuse, but he’s not having any of it. in a few strides he crosses the room, leaving merely two inches of space between you two. you swallow thickly, head tilting up towards his gorgeous features.
“you’ve been avoiding me.” he repeats, softer this time, as he lifts a hand to your face. you almost let him, but step back at the last minute. you avert your eyes and stammer about having to go.
he seems to notice that you’ve dressed up, raising an eyebrow and questioning what for.
he stares at you for a moment, as you say the words aloud.
you repeat yourself, shyly admitting that you have a date with a man you met at the bar. osamu continues to give you a look of shock, until it hardens into something colder. he scoffs and asks you if that’s why your dressed up, bitterly remarking about how you can’t even be bothered to talk to one your supposed closest friends but you have the time to go on a date with a complete stranger.
your lip trembles at his mean quips, and you’ve reached your breaking point.
“well, you just think of me as some fun little pet to flirt with so why would i want to talk to you?” you burst, wiping an angry tear that escaped your eye. osamu goes back to shock.
“what are you talking about?” he asks incredulously.
“i’m talking about how you told atsumu that you have no feelings for me and how i’m just a friend who’s fun to flirt with,” you claim angrily. “you knew how much i liked you, you knew how i felt about you, and you just kept toying with me and flirting with me for your own entertainment!”
osamu’s expression shifts into one of understanding as he recalls his earlier conversation with atsumu and suna in the kitchen. and suddenly it all makes sense, how that was the day you started avoiding him and pushing him away.
“i only said that because atsumu was pissin’ me off. i don’t like being hounded about my feelings, and suna and atsumu cornerin’ me made me panic,” he explains. “truth is, i have so many feelings for you darling,”
your breath hitches as osamu draws closer, lifting one hand to your face again.
“i flirt with ya because i like you, not because it’s a game. i was just scared, because i like ya more than i can even comprehend,” his voice drops a few octaves until its barely above a whisper. your heart is absolutely pounding now, breath hitching. his arms snake around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.
“i think it’s cute how much you like me, and i think it’s about time i show you how much i like you too. stay here with me for the night baby,”
his face is dropping closer and closer to yours. your eyes start to flutter shut, before your phone dings with a text from issei.
“i have my date,” you mumble, putting your hand on his chest in a weak attempt to push him off. his eyes darken, glancing at your phone before grabbing it out of your hands and holding it out of reach. you protest heavily, banging your fist against his chest and chanting how it’s mean to leave him hanging.
“it’s mean to leave me hanging darling,” he counters. you’re left speechless.
“fine. answer me honestly,” he concedes, “do you want to go on that date instead of staying here with me?”
you honestly didnt even have to think about your response to that question, it was kind of pathetic. you stare at him as you shake your head no, and it’s all the signal he needs. he grins as he tosses your phone and pulls you in for a deep kiss, molding his lips against yours. you gasp and grab for purchase anywhere, while he all but sweeps you off your feet.
he groans about how good you look and how he can’t believe you were about to wear that for another man, while you protest that he could’ve had it sooner if he wasn’t such a dumbass.
the two of you clumsily stumble into his room, a tangled mess of limbs as he apologizes over and over again between kisses.
he turns you around and pushes you against the wall, unzipping your tight dress. he groans as you take the dress off and turn around again, tiny lace bra and black panties on display. you turn red and tug at his shirt, which he takes off in one swift motion. he works his mouth down your neck and over your tits, making small gasps and sighs leave your mouth. each little noise you make goes straight to his dick, making it strain impossibly against his pants. he continues working hot kisses down until he’s on his knees, smirking up at you. he hovers his mouth over your clothed cunt, before pressing a soft kiss to it. the reaction is instant, your hips bucking towards him and a gasp leaving your mouth.
he chuckles slightly before licking a small stripe over your panties, making you moan and flush a deep red. your hand finds its way to his hair and you plead for him to do something, anything. his looks up at your flushed face, pretty tits, and big eyes practically begging him to touch you. he decides he can’t wait any longer.
he mutters out a small “i’m sorry baby” before standing up and practically tossing you onto the bed.
“next time, i promise, but right now i can’t hold off any longer.”
he unbuttons his pants and you watch as he takes his boxers off to reveal the most delicious cock you have ever seen. he’s big, confirming every suspicion you’ve ever had. more than anything else, it’s the girth that makes your eyes widen. you didn’t even know if you could fit that, he was bigger than anybody you’d ever been with before. osamu must’ve seen your expression because he chuckled, stroking your cheek and murmuring that he’ll make it fit.
he slides your panties off your legs, mouth watering at your glistening pussy before remembering his earlier promise. he makes a mental note to make you cum at least three times on his tongue next time before lining his fingers up with your pussy.
he inserts two fingers, which you greedily take in as you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck. he lowers his mouth to your lips, stifling your moans as he scissors his fingers in and out of your dripping hole. he notes how tight you are, cock throbbing at the anticipation.
he takes his fingers out and asks you if your ready to which you nod vigorously, making him let out a small laugh. he then lines himself up and slowly pushes himself in, inch by inch.
your eyes water in pleasure and pain, trying to adjust to the size as he tells you to relax. you take deep breaths, exhaling a sigh of relief when he tells you he’s fully inside. you stay like that for a moment, before you shift your hips and practically beg him to start moving. he smirks, before slowly pulling his thick dick out to the tip, and slamming it back into you.
you let out a loud, pornographic moan of his name, as he starts to stretch you over and over again.
he leans over and unclips your bra, palming at your tits after they’re freed. you’re breathing hard and grabbing at anything you can, hands settling on his back.
osamu picks up the pace, little chants of “samu”, “samu oh,” leaving your mouth over and over again. osamu wants to bottle that sound up and listen to it forever.
he brings one hand to your clit, circling the bud over and over again until you have tears dripping down your face from how good he’s making you feel. there’s an embarrassing squelch every time his hips meet yours, and he’s stretching you out impossibly. one of his gorgeous arms that you’re always admiring hooks around your leg, while he leaves small kisses against your ankle.
he starts rocking his hips faster and faster as you both reach your climax, bring his lips to yours as he rides through it with you.
afterwards, you both let out a huge sigh and fall onto the bed for a minute, before he gets up to clean you up.
you find yourselves falling asleep next to each other in osamu’s bed, both feeling much happier than you have been for a minute. there are much more serious conversations to be had in the future, but for now, you’re content with knowing that he reciprocates your feelings.
in the morning, atsumu screams in disgust when he flings open his twins door only to find the two of you half naked under the sheets. osamu yells at him to get the hell out, while atsumu begrudgingly pays suna 10 bucks, muttering something along the lines of “how could i know that they were gonna fuck within the week?”
when mattsun comes back 30 minutes after he left, muttering bitterly about how his date stood him up, the apartment erupts into laughter.
makki and oikawa cackle about how “they knew mattsun’s date was fake” while iwa pats him on the back with a “there there, you’ll get em next time.”
