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let's go to the back

wc: 0.7k content warning: established relationship, semi-public, smut, eateerrrr osamu x reader, not proofread, lowkey just tried to finish this draft that's been sitting here for ages LOL.. i think i wrote smth w a similar plot before, tbh this prolly butt

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"w-wait 'samu.. what if someone comes in?"

getting a text from your husband, osamu, saying that the store was pretty slow, you drop by at your husband's little onigiri shop. little did you know, you'd be in the back getting stuffed by him like one of his menu items.

upon entrance, you're met with his warm greeting like a customer until you get closer to the front where osamu taps his lips on your cold bare cheek.

"been a bit slow till you came in," osamu chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as his eyes admired your face.

"is that so?" you smiled, making your way around the counter to get closer to him.

"yeah, i don't think we'll get any customers for maybe... around 15 minutes?" his eyes darted to his watch, then back to you before planting another kiss on your cheek... which slowly slid down your jaw and neck.

"thenn... let's head to the back for a bit?" you giggled at the excitement from getting all touchy and lovey-dovey in the forbidden workplace.

he's got your hand in his as he leads you through the doors and into the kitchen. osamu's got his big beefy arms around you, helping you up onto the cold counter surface. your legs were spread enough for him to get closer to your embrace. arms around your waist, he gripped you tighter with each smothering kiss.

osamu's got himself taking off his black cap and tossing it to the side as your fingers delicately ran through his hair. the air quickly turned warm with arousal as the kitchen slightly echoed with the sounds of your sloppy kisses and muffled moans.

you're sat at a height tall enough to feel his bulge press and grow against your crotch. it sat tight in his dark pants and rubbed all up with your clothed intimate area, emitting heat from your two bodies.

it didn't help that you were practically sopping the moment you've latched yourself onto osamu, but the pent up friction of your intimate areas and the fabrics between them felt so delicious. with your hands that lingered all over osamu's body, you reached lower to unbutton your pants.

"gosh y'er so scandalous," osamu smirked while watching you pull your pants down to your knees.

admiring the pair of undies you choice, he can't help but pull them down to see your bare glistening cunt that ached for his touch. with his middle and index, osamu glides down, feeling all of your essence that pooled onto his fingers.

"so wet f'me.. it's like ya been waiting for me to call huh?" osamu's hot breath between your legs tickled your inner thighs before digging in.

feeling his tongue slide between your folds, it was like sweet ecstacy. clenching your insides when you felt the tip of his tongue find your clit, you can't help but start to grip onto his locs of hair. you can feel his face twist into a smile as he continued to eat you up like he hasn't ate in days.

it's overwhelmingly exhilarating, working such a hard day to get treated so well in the back while he's still on the clock. your breathing's starting to get all messed up and raggedy the more he slurped on your clit and sucked on the little bundle of nerves.

arching your back right into his face, you just needed more!

osamu's humming with a low growl in his voice that tickled furthermore. it was simply just pure bliss as your hands started to push his head closer to your pussy while you grinded into onto his face.

osamu's such a fiesty eater, he's licking every drop of your slick that dares to falls. he's got your toes curling, forehead starting to glisten, mouth slightly parted with sinful muffles to avoid further echoing throughout the kitchen... god he is just perfect.

each little suckle on your clit made your mind start to turn white. cumming right into his mouth, he couldn't help himself but simply drink up your orgasm like he was simply thirsty on a blazing hot day.

it wasn't until you heard the bell ring at the front of the shop, meaning that a customer's here.

masterlist here

" BAZINGA! "

summary. things you do that turn them on pt5

characters. sugawara, osamu, ushijima, kiyoko, suna

warnings. NSFW/SMUT!!!, gn!reader, post!timeskip

a/n. i got requests for suga + osamu, so here’s pt5 lol :3 i’m actually so happy everyone seems to love this little series <3 edit: i got another req for suna so i just added him to this post

links to pt1, pt2, pt3, and pt4

☆ — SUGAWARA

when you argue with him. he thinks it’s so cute to watch you huff and puff at him, trying to get your point across. it’s honestly no use, because he’s only focused on your lips and the way your body looks when you cross your arms like that. when you eventually call him out for basically eye fucking you, he just smiles and reaches out to pull you closer. you’re melting within minutes when he starts kissing and nipping at your skin, and you know you’re doomed when he starts sliding your shirt off.

"you know… instead of arguing, how about you use your mouth to moan my name instead?"

private chef! osamu x ceo!reader.

you hired him because you had little to no time to make healthy meals, living off of microwave ramen most of the time. incredibly unhealthy so you hired a private chef. you didn't see him often, only in the morning for a couple of minutes as you ate your breakfast and occasionally he would stand across the counter preparing your lunch.

you can't deny that he's cute, brown hair and big biceps that are constricted from his black compression shirt, the way his muscles are flexed every time he moves. his cooking skills are an added plus. you thank whatever angel is watching over you to give you such a hot man who can cook your meals. but obviously, you had to keep it professional but that doesn't stop you from ogling at him and he doesn't notice either so there’s no harm. (he has noticed.)

and he's not one to complain either. he particularly likes it when you come home late. hair in a messy bun, the first couple of buttons from your work shirt unbuttoned a little bit and at certain angles he can get a peek of the lacy black bra you decided to wear that day.

but his top favorite is when you come out of the shower on those late nights, dressed in your victoria secret silk pajama set, hair wet, and cheeks red from the heat of the shower. you smile softly at him as you take a bit of the dinner he cooked that night and he always falls to his knees weak at the sight of your smile rather than the usual scowl on your face due to the annoying people you have to deal with at work.

and when you fall asleep on the couch as he cleans up the dishes he freezes, he's never seen you so peaceful. would it be breaking boundaries to carry you to your bed? no he thinks, i mean you back would hurt if you slept here all night he justifies as he slowly picks you up and places you softly on your bed.

one day he will get to do that and sleep with you in his arms. but right now he had to plan out your breakfast for tommorow.

@cottonlemonade bc it’s infesting my brain

going crazy over how husband material osamu is, hear me ouuutttt

tags : fluff, time-skip, f!reader, tattoo , he listens to, he cares , and he cook , i’m thirsting m sorry

osamu would be the type of bestfriend that knows damn well you want him bad but keeps on teasing you and acting clueless just to see how far you can go before you crack

as childhood friends, it was normal for you to be touchy and generally comfortable with each other but it raised his suspicions when you now looked away when he was topless around you. it’s not like you were uncomfortable with it ?

you’ve basically lived your whole life with the miyas, you’ve seen osamu wet the bed as a kid, get rejected by his middle school crush you’ve even witnessed him putting his hand in his pants and scratch his butt, seeing him topless in the comfort of his apartment was a casual thing so why the hell would you look away , did he lose his shape ? no, he still worked out frequently even if he’s not an athlete anymore…

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pirate!osamu x princess!reader

when miya osamu chose to revolt against the royal guard, he knew he was giving up the chance of ever having a respectable position ever again. the knight forces of inarizaki were just and powerful. they worked with honor, creatively battled their opposition, and most importantly, protected the royal families with their lives.

he knew, walking away from his last training day, that he and his brother were going to have to find an alternative way to make money. carve out a path in the world so large that the world would have no choice but to respect them both.

that's why he obeyed the ransom order from the kingdom of nekoma. that's why he and atsumu approached you, so beautiful on your nighttime walk to help them with their ship.

and you, the beautiful creature that you were, didn't think twice about it before helping them out.

now the kingdom slipped away behind you, more and more ocean covering the distance. you stood with your fists balled, fury written in your eyes.

"Should i tattoo your name on my chest?" He murmurs as you both are laying in bed, you between his thighs as he has his arm wrapped around your waist. he moves his lips up and down on your neck, lightly teasing your skin. "Ahn...why would you want that?...besides...it could hurt you..." you say a bit concerned by his sentence, but when you see his firey gaze in his eyes...you close and open your mouth like a fish..."are you really serious?" "I just want a piece of you with me. It would show that I belong only to you. I will feel so proud wearing your name every time, princess...and your name is most beautiful and unique one...I, myself will feel special just by having it on my chest...after all...gosh...i am so obsessed...y/n...y/n...just by saying it drives me insane, princess" he says hoarsly as his pupils are dilated...he grabs your hand and puts it on his muscular chest..."you will be in here always"

-> DAICHI, osamu, IWAIZUMI, hinata, USHIJIMA, kenma, AKAASHI, suna.

HOW YOU GUYS MET

IWAIZUMI He accidentally takes your identical black tote bag at the gym, only realizing it when he finds a romance novel instead of his protein shake.

you’re finishing your last set, earbuds in, lost in the burn and the beat, when he reaches for his bag without thinking. black tote. familiar weight. muscle memory.

it isn’t until he’s home, unzipping it on the kitchen counter, that something feels off.

no shaker bottle. no lifting straps. instead, a paperback with a dog-eared spine, two people almost touching on the cover.

he laughs under his breath. then pauses.

your water bottle. your scrunchie. the faintest trace of perfume caught in the fabric.

at the gym the next day, he scans the room a little more carefully than usual. when he spots you holding his bag, confused, he lifts the tote like a peace offering.

“i think,” he says, smiling, “we traded lives for a minute.”

you glance at the book, then at him, embarrassed. “it’s better than a protein shake,” you say.

TANAKA You borrow his charger, and he stays nearby like he’s afraid you’ll disappear with it.

your phone is dying, blinking its warning like it’s already given up. you ask if anyone has a charger, not really expecting an answer.

he does. of course he does.

he hands it over carefully, like it’s something fragile. plugs it in for you. doesn’t say much after that, just lingers. leans against the wall. scrolls through his phone without looking at it.

you sit on the floor, back against the couch, watching the percentage climb. five. seven. ten.

“you can go,” you tell him, half-smiling.

“yeah,” he says. doesn’t move.

minutes pass. you talk about nothing. the weather. how fast batteries die now. how you always forget to charge your phone.

when it’s finally enough, you unplug it and hold the cord out to him. he takes it like he’s relieved.

later, he swears he just didn’t want to lose his charger.

but he remembers how you stayed, too.

OSAMU You match on a dating app, only to realize minutes later you’re already standing in the same coffee shop.

you’re waiting for your coffee, thumb dragging lazily across your phone, half-interested at best.

a match pops up.

you smile without thinking. read his name. his photo. familiar, somehow.

then you look up.

he’s three feet away, staring at his screen the same way you are. the same pause. the same quiet realization settling in.

your phone buzzes.

hey. i think i’m standing next to you.

you laugh, soft, startled and meet his eyes. he looks relieved, like he was hoping you’d notice first.

“guess we skipped the small talk,” you say.

“guess so,” he answers, already smiling.

your drinks are called. neither of you reaches for them right away.

later, you’ll joke about algorithms and coincidence and how funny timing is.

but you’ll remember the moment before that

when you were strangers, together, without knowing it yet.

TENDOU You’re seated next to each other on a delayed flight, bonding over airport snacks and the shared misery of turbulence.

the screen keeps flashing delayed, like it’s apologizing and not meaning it. you’re wedged into the seat, knees stiff, patience thinner by the minute.

he offers you pretzels. airport pretzels. stale, slightly crushed.

“peace offering,” he says.

the plane rattles. turbulence hits. you both laugh at the same time, a little breathless, like that somehow helps.

you talk about nothing. bad snacks, worse timing, places you’d rather be. when the wheels finally lift off, your shoulder brushes his.

neither of you moves away.

ASAHI You drop your keys in the rain, and he kneels to help you find them like it’s the most important thing in the world.

the rain is already soaking through your sleeves when the keys slip from your hand. metal against pavement. gone.

you freeze. panic sharp and quick.

he’s already kneeling, scanning the ground, rain dripping off his nose like it doesn’t matter. like this is the only thing on his mind.

“we’ll find them,” he says, sure.

and you do. tucked against the curb. he hands them to you like he’s returning something precious.

the rain keeps falling. you don’t rush to leave.

KITA You ask him for directions, and he walks you there instead.

you ask him casually, like you don’t care if you’re wrong. point down the street. “is it that way?”

“yeah,” he says. then, after a beat, “i’m going there anyway.”

he falls into step beside you. adjusts his pace to match yours without thinking.

you talk the whole way. by the time you arrive, you’ve forgotten why you were in a hurry.

he points at the door. “here.”

you wish it was farther.

HINATA You’re struggling with a heavy door, and he holds it open, smiling like he’s been waiting all day to do that.

it’s heavier than it looks. it sticks halfway, like it’s testing you.

then suddenly it’s open.

he’s holding it with one hand, smiling like this is exactly where he’s supposed to be. like he’s been waiting for you to show up so he could do this small, necessary thing.

“thanks,” you say.

“anytime,” he answers. and the way he says it makes you think he means more than just the door.

SEMI You meet while arguing over which song should be playing at a party, eventually dancing together to prove your point.

you’re both loud about it. dramatic. absolutely convinced you’re right.

“that song kills the vibe,” you say.

“it is the vibe,” he argues.

someone puts it on anyway.

he holds out a hand, grinning. “prove me wrong.”

you do. right there in the middle of the room. laughing, spinning, arguing between steps.

later, you won’t remember who won.

just that you kept dancing.

AKAASHI hears you singing softly in a bookstore and pretends to browse just to listen a little longer

you’re tucked into the poetry aisle, singing under your breath like the shelves are the only ones listening. not loud, just enough to keep yourself company.

he slows down. pretends to browse. picks up a book he won’t read, then another. anything to stay a little longer.

when you notice him, you laugh, a little embarrassed, closing the book.

“sorry,” you say. “I didn’t realize I was singing.”

“don’t be,” he says too fast. then, quieter, “it was nice.”

you talk for a few minutes about nothing at all. when you leave, he’s still standing there, book in hand.

he buys it. never reads it. keeps it anyway, just to remember the sound of your voice.

I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU, AND ALL THESE LITTLE THINGS •✦ haikyuu

KUROO, KENMA, IWAIZUMI, OIKAWA, AKAASHI, KITA, ATSUMU, OSAMU and the little things that matter the greatest when you're with them

≡ NOTE ⋮ single as a pringle but I want my future relationship to be like this ૮꒰っ˕‹̥̥̥ ꒱ these boys make me fall in love hard

KUROO TETSUROU

It's the way he always stays beside you even though you're both doing different things. He'll rest his head against your arm as you type on your laptop/computer and he was on his phone, browsing for some random meme or nerd stuff. From time to time, Tetsu will show you some funny posts he'll come across just so you can laugh at it together. When he feels the urge, he'll plant a random kiss on your shoulder; and if he still can't get enough, he'll steal a kiss on your lips and who knows it might turn into something more. There are times when he's feeling extra so cuddly and will rub his cheek against your arm like he's your cat in human form, then he'll feel drowsy and fall asleep.