Your backs pressed against the bathroom wall and despite his usual lazy, nonchalant demeanor, Suna’s pissed.
You came to the twins’ party together, “just a little get together” Atsumu had said. Bullshit.
Somewhere between the flurry of way too many shots and drifting from group to group, you’d gotten comfortable with some tall brunette.
You’re tucked up in a corner, giggling just a little too hard at some stupid line, taking a drag from the joint pressed against your lips when he finds you.
In an instant, Suna feels like he’s on fire. All his senses are heightened, he jaw clenching on instinct as he watches.
He’s doesn’t say anything, just puts on his best nonchalant act and walks over, taking your hand and guiding you away without a word.
You don’t even have time to process it, the drinks and smoke blurring your mind.
Before you know it, you’re in the bathroom with a silently fuming Suna.
He doesn’t say anything a first, just stares you down, heavy and sharp, enough to make you squirm.
“You’re a freak” you mumble, cheeks burning hot at the sudden proximity.
“Oh yeah?” he breathes, droopy eyes locked on you.
You stare him in the eye, feeling the heat creep down your neck. He’s not backing down, eyes gleaming with something primal.
“Why’re you being a weirdo?” you quietly hiss, gently shoving him away from you. When he doesn’t budge you roll your eyes, finally giving up.
“Who’s that?”
The question lingers in the air for a second while your brain struggles to catch up. He’s working hard to control his breathing, the clueless look on your face softening his demeanor ever so slightly.
“..Issei?” you ask finally, eyebrow quirking.
“Or whatever” Suna replies, snarky little tone making your snort.
“Is that what you’re trippin about?”
He frowns, cool guy act quickly dwindling away before your eyes.
“Why’re you sharing with him? That’s our thing, isn’t it?”
You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out, amusement shining in your eyes, “You’re mad about a joint?”
He scoffs at the way you say it so lightly, like it’s a stupid, insignificant issue.
Maybe it is.
He can’t think straight.
His own shots are settling deep in his stomach, making his mind feel fuzzy, thoughts a jumbled mess.
All he really knows is that he didn’t like seeing it.
“So that your new man or what?” he mutters, suddenly feeling stupid.
You just snort out a laugh and when you look at him, your eyes are shining with something mischievous, something his brain says is dangerous, but the shots in his system make it feel so alluring.
“I don’t know… He asked if I was seeing anyone”, you reply coolly.
Suna stills instantly, suddenly feeling the most sober he has for the past hour. His shoulders tense, jaw tight.
You notice the change, roll your eyes and smile, “I said I was dealing with an idiot”
Suna pauses, then lets out a quiet laugh, tension easing just a bit.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, stepping closer again, “Then stick with your idiot. Quit running away from me”
You roll your eyes, but don’t move away, “You’re such a crybaby”
“Didn’t say I wasn’t,” he shrugs, eyes flicking to your lips. “Just don’t like you with other people. Especially tall weirdos who ask if you’re single”
Your smile softens, teasing. “Awww why not? Those are my favorite kind of weirdos.”
It’s his turn to roll his eyes now, finally smiling, “Yeah, yeah… Shut up”
Before you can react, he’s leaning down. You hold your breath, eyes fluttering shut in anticipation..
Right before your lips connect, a loud bang suddenly rattles the door.
“AYE!”, Atsumu’s sharp voice rings out, “are you guys making out in there?!”
“Get out or I’m kicking it down”, Osamu adds, way too calm.
You snort, covering your mouth. Suna groans, his head dropping on your shoulder.
“…I hate those idiots,” he mutters.
Another bang.
“I GOTTA PISS, HURRY UP”
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I didn’t characterize suna well AT ALL in this everyone shut up I know I don’t wanna hear it
Fumée d'ambre gris (Smoke of Ambergris) (1880) by John Singer Sargent (American, 1856 – 1925), oil on canvas, 139.1 cm (54.7 in) x 90.6 cm (35.6 in), Sterling and Francine Clark Art Institute in Williamstown, Massachusetts
pairing: osamu miya x reader
rating: 18+
summary: Almost a decade later, you two were married. You both worked at the onigiri place, but after a few years of marriage you decided you wanted to expand your little family. While the sex was immense, he never expected you to take it out of the bedroom, let alone in the restaurant.
tags: pwp, smut, breeding kink, semi-public sex, kitchen sex, married couple, fluff (to an extent)
Osamu thought you were beautiful, he remembered the day the two of you met. You were outside of the gym waiting to give Kita back his notes when the second year spotted you. At first his brother tried to flirt with you but you seemed more annoyed with the blond. But then you smiled at Osamu and gave a wave that made him unable to keep eye contact with you.
Almost a decade later, you two were married. You both worked at the onigiri place, but after a few years of marriage you decided you wanted to expand your little family. While the sex was immense, he never expected you to take it out of the bedroom, let alone in the restaurant.
It was after closing, you had shooed the last of the drunk customers out of the building with a broom and passive aggressively clearing your throat. Eventually they all filed out, which left you and your husband alone.
As Osamu turned off the neon light outside and lowered the thin curtains. You dimmed the lights and kept your gaze transfixed on your husband. Eventually you came up behind him and kissed him in the centre of his back, ”We did well tonight.“
He smiled as he took his cap off and ruffled his sweaty hair, ”Yeah well, it is Friday night. Most people want something heavy on the stomach after a bunch of beer.“ He chuckled and turned in your arms. He smiled down at you, ”I couldn't have done it without my lovely wife.“
You reached up and cupped his face, ”Teamwork makes the dream work.“ Then chuckled at your own cheesy words. You leaned up to kis him on the lips while you grabbed onto his ass. You gave it a firm squeeze.
Osamu's eyes went wide in the kiss before he relaxed against your lips. He wrapped those strong arms around him and held you close. The kiss deepened, but eventually he pulled away and gazed down at you, “Honey.”
“Yes, my darling husband?”
He smiled down at you, “Someone's gettin' a little frisky.” Then kissed you on the forehead, “Have you been thinkin' about me all evenin'?” Then watched you place both of your hands on his broad chest.
“Well, the way you were bending over to serve tables did something to me.” You admitted with a shy smile, “Those pants leave little to the imagination. No wonder all those buisnesswomen were tipping so handsomely. They probably thought you were one of the dances they had seen at the club.“
Osamu blushed a little and looked away briefly, his smile turned into a grin, ”Now yer butterin' me up. I think those ladies were bein' very polite.“ He looked back at you and tilted his head to the side, ”Is someone a little jealous?“
”No, no. I could never, because I know you want me.“ You got up on your tiptoes and whispered into his ear, ”After all, you're not trying to have a baby with those women.“
Osamu chuckled and pulled back to look into your eyes, his tongue grazed his top lip, “Of course, baby.” He said, “It's a husband's duty to make sure his wife is _bred_.” Then felt up your sides, he squeezed your hips before he kissed you on the mouth.
Husband and wife, local business owners in a small town, being handsy like they were sixteen again. Osamu moved you up against one of the tables and held you against it while his hand slid up your shirt and started to feel at your breasts. His lips never left yours as he felt you up.
“You're lucky it's so late.” He said, “I'd hate fo the old geezers in the area to see us fuckin'.” Then laughed before he pulled you in for another searing kiss. He breathed heavily through his nose as both hands were soon under your shirt and grabbed at your breasts.
He loved you, he loved his amazing wife. You were all he ever wanted, more than anything. Soon you were going to have his babies, and with your luck it'll be twins. He kept you pinned against the table as the two of you feverishly made out. His cock started to strain in those dark pants and his heart raced.
As you kissed, you reached out and knocked off his hat so you could tangle your fingers in his dark hair. When the kiss was broken, he dipped down to your neck and made his way inside of the collar of your shirt, where he left a rather dark love bite on your collarbone. As if the wedding ring wasn't enough proof of his love for you.
You giggled and grabbed onto his head with both hands as he added more marks to the collection on your neck. You rubbed your thighs together and moaned. “Shit, Osamu.”
He gripped onto your hip to keep you from squirming as he breathed against your neck. His breath was hot and heavy as he felt his blood pressure rise. He pulled his head away and look at you, “As much as I would love to break a leg of this table from fuckin' ya, I think we should take it to the back.” Then stepped back, his erection was painfully obvious in his pants.
You chuckled and took his hand. He then quickly raced with you to the back of the store and soon had you up on the pile of bags of rice in the kitchen. You were high enough that he could keep eye level with you, but short enough that he wouldn't have issues having sex with you.
“Now you better be good, baby girl. No gettin' cum all of the rice bags.” He smirked, “If I see a single drop, I'll flood yer pussy till it makes a real mess.” Then started to pull your pants down. He got a good look at the black panties you wore underneath.
He wanted to breed you, he wanted to breed you so badly he could barely contain himself by that point. A deep primal urge to see his precious wife round with his child. He'd be a proud man knowing that his beloved wife was giving him a couple of brats to raise. The thought made his heart skip for a moment before he got your pants and underwear down to the floor.
His pupils looked bigger from the rush of lust through his body, his heat hammered in his chest as he started to take off the t-shirt you wore. For a moment he thought of having to get you a bigger size once the belly comes in, but by that point he'd make sure you stayed home and took care of yourself till the kids were born.
“I love you.“ He said.
”I love you too, Samu.” You pulled him in for a kiss as you started to work on his belt. Soon you undid it from his waist and pulled it off till it clattered to the ground. You felt the heat rise in your face as you pulled down his bottoms which exposed his hard cock to you.
You remembered how much of a challenge taking his cock was. It took almost two years of dating before you could deep throat him properly. He grabbed you by the thighs and held your legs open. He was still impressive as always.
“Makin' a baby in the place we make all our onigiri. Seems fittin'. We'll be making two little rice balls of our own.” He winked.
You broke out into a grin as you looked at him, “Them rice balls, they're our kids. Made with love by mama and papa.”
He reached out and touched your stomach, “Yeah and I'll keep lovin' ya till they're born.” And gave the skin a good rub before he held open your legs with one hand on your left thigh and started to guide his cock into you.
For a moment however he rubbed his pre-cum soaked cock up against your pussy. He especially rubbed against your clit which made your thighs tighten. Your face would scrunch up whenever he rubbed against it just right. With a shuddered sigh, his body thrummed with lust.
“I love you.” He said.
“I love you too.” You responded. Never had you felt content with anyone else. Osamu was going to be the perfect father ever, you'd better prepare yourself to be a volleyball mom because there was no way your children weren't going to be involved with the sport. But you'd love them all the same just as you loved Osamu.
He looked at you with lust in his eyes, his dark eyes seemed even darker as he rubbed his hard-on against your pussy lips. He groaned to himself before he had enough of his own teasing and slowly sank his length into your sweet sex. You gripped onto his shoulders as he started to move his hips.
“That's it.” He moaned, “That feels good.” He quickly ran a hand through his sweaty hair before he placed it back on your hips for good leverage. He rolled his hips in a consistent time. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he pushed his cock up inside of you. It hit against the beginning of your cervix, threatening to bruise it if he didn't impregnate you first.
“I don't know how it fits.” You moaned.
“We make it work, honey.” He kissed at the side of your face as he moved, “We're two perfect parts, meant to be together.” Then continued to roll his hips. He held onto you as he started to pick up his pace, the tight heat around his cock made his heart race as he clinged onto you. His hot heavy breath against your equally hot skin as you two fucked in the back of the store.
Soon your lips met once more which silenced the moaning and panting you were doing. You were all over each other, your legs bounced around his waist with each thrust of his hips. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and deepened the kiss as he continued to move his hips back and forth.
You pulled away from the kiss, panting wildly as you moaned, “Get me pregnant, Osamu. Fuckin fill me up and get me pregnant! I want all your babies!” Your back arched as his cock rammed deep inside of you, you clenched around him which only excited him more.
“Don't worry.” He said, “I will, I'll make sure yer pushin' out twins until I can't get you pregnant.” He groaned, “I want to see my wife full of my brats, so everyone in this town knows that I fuck her good.” His tongue hung out of his mouth for a moment as he wildly panted, “You better get pregnant, I want you to take every last drop.”
“Please, Samu.” You moaned as he continued to rail you. Your breast bounced and you held onto him tightly. You weren't going anywhere, you were staying with him till the end of your days. That was your husband.
He kisses you passionately once more, he bucked his hips rapidly as he neared completion. His heart hammered in his chest as he got closer. He gripped onto your hips as he pushed his cock as deep as it would go. Your body moved in accordance with his thrusts, you could feel your heart in your chest.
You broke the kiss and grabbed onto his hair tightly. You went back to kissing as you joined in the pursuit of reaching your climax. Your heart raced, you felt sweat run down your back as you fucked like rabbits in the back of the store.
“I'm gonna breed ya.” He said, his lips so close to yours and then with two more hard thrusts you both climaxed at the same time. He slowed down until he reached a full stop and he thought his heart was going to explode from how fast it was racing.
“Holy shit.“ You moaned as he slipped out of your pussy. All of his cum must've been shoved deep inside of you because not a single drop dripped out onto the rice bags. You pushed hair out of your eyes as you panted.
Osamu leaned in and kissed your neck. He massaged your breasts as he gave you words of affirmation against your skin. With another searing kiss on the lips he looked at you in the eyes, he wasn't finished, “How about we get home before we can't air the smell of sex out of the building.”
