i don’t think he would talk that much. as much as i wish he would he’s definitely big on making you feel good, but concentrating so much he doesn’t say a word.
also big on moaning, he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. you just make him feel so good he can’t help but slip out a couple whimpers.
ushijima:
holy him
he loses his mind at the thought of your pussy. it is his weakness. he tends to always be a little too rough. after care is his specialty.
he never really moans. it’s maybe more of a growl, or groan. not very talkative other than a “yeah..? you like that?” or maybe “are you okay?”
kuroo:
first.
also him
he is such a tease, but at the end of the day he loves making you feel good. he likes a bratty girl that loves to be tamed. if i’m being so honest he also loves public sex. i cannot lie.
also loves being vocal. it comes with all the teasing
atsumu:
him.
i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again. that man is a LOVERBOY and if he is in love with you. your getting the best treatment ever.
he’s vocal about how much he loves you, “yer so pretty baby..” he would moan.
osamu:
him.
i actually believe he is more of a tease then his brother. he loves fucking you hard. maybe in pubic too. like in the back of the onigiri restaurant. fuckkk that turns him on so bad.
bokuto:
him
his whole goal in life is to worship you and make you feel good at any cost. he loves telling you he loves you. he also loves looking at you while you are having sex. his dick gets hard at the thought of you. he also cums at the thought of you cumming. he’s just in love with you
tsukishima:
fuck him
he goes faint in the head at the thought of your pussy all spread for him to play with. definitely a tease, definitely more vocal. but at the same time he really does love you and he’s not evil.
he loves it when you cum on his fingers.
iwaizumi:
this guy fucks
he is sweet but also a little rougher. i don’t see him being completely vanilla. definitely into all the all smacks and spit. makes the air heavy if he spits in your mouth.
loves jealous sex, “which you like more huh? this dick or him..?”
oikawa:
this screams him.
a big switch, he loves your boobs no matter the size. i do think he’s definitely whiny in bed. talkative sometimes but it really depends.
osamu miya is your husband, you just haven’t been informed.
“last orders!” you said, cleaning up after the salary man who just left.
the last customers were a elderly couple who often came for dinner. living a few blocks away from the store allowed them to visit frequently, making them one of the common faces in onigiri miya.
you turned around and walked towards their table, asking for a final time if they wanted or needed anything before closing time.
“efficient as always mrs. miya”
“haha, thank you for your high praise, however i’m not a miya”
the woman looked surprised, as her husband calmly sips on the last bits of his green tea getting ready to leave.
“your not? i’m pretty sure the owner said you were his wife?”
this time you were the perplex one, looking down to your fingers to make sure you didn’t forget marrying your boyfriend.
raising your hand to show your empty ring finger, you felt another pair of hands wrap around the half raised arm, putting it back down by your sides. then you heard a voice from behind you.
“we just got married last month, so she’s still getting used to the new surname”
turning around you look at osamu, who was still holding your hands with a small mischievous smile on his face. you shoot him an inquisitive look, before returning your attention to the customers packing up to leave.
before you could correct his blatant lie, the woman chuckled. “fufufufu, you should’ve told me so earlier, enjoy being a newlywed while you can”
the woman shot you and your boyfriend a sweet smile, as her husband helps her put on her coat.
giving up on clearing up the misunderstanding, you escorted them to the exit.
before leaving the store the woman’s husband handed you some cash which you assumed to be a tip.
“consider it our wedding gift to you”
surprised by the reasoning, you tried to explain and clear up their misconception of your relationship with the owner.
“oh, we’re not actuall—“
“thank you so much for your blessings! we’ll see you next time!”
osamu cuts you off, grabbing your hand from behind again to wave the elderly couple off, wishing them a safe journey home with a wide grin on his face.
you glanced at your boyfriend, as he shamelessly walks back into the store. you followed him in, locking up after entering, shooting him another glance just to see him cleaning up his station like he didn’t just lie to get extra money.
“did you just propose to your employee at work? i’m pretty sure that’s an abuse of power mr. miya. wouldn’t want your business license getting suspended now would you?”
breaking your silence, you decided to question him on the events that transpired in the last 5 minutes.
“i don’t know what your talking about my dear?”
“you just lied to our regulars!”
you heard the grin in his voice as he replied.
“our? i’m pretty sure this place is called onigiri miya, so for them to be OUR regulars, you must be a miya”
“hmmmm, i don’t see a ring on my finger”
laughing at your response, he exercised his rights to remain silent. little did you know about the cake, bouquets, and engagement ring waiting for you at home, along with marriage filing documents he’d already signed.
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a few months later, the regular elderly couple was back.
“mrs. miya, still as efficient as ever”
“thank you as always, i don’t deserved your high praise ma’am”
she chuckled in response “fufufu, i see you’ve gotten used to your new name.”
you flushed at her observation, not bothering to clear up the misunderstanding from before. as you sheepishly scratched your head flashing the glittering ring osamu proposed with.
osamu sighed at your answer, his head dropping backwards while he closed his eyes. the poor man’s been sitting in an uncomfortable chair for the past twenty minutes. all the while your fingers were tracing his hair. osamu had just went to get his hair done — which was very much needed considering how much time it had been since his last appointment. however what you did not expect was for your boyfriend to come home with his hair natural again. and saying that seeing him with dark brown hair for the first time didn't have any effect on you would be lying. for as long as osamu's been sitting here, you've been tracing and touching his hair, your nails scratching lightly at his undercut while you admired his new hair.
"i take it ya like my hair like this ?" he couldn't help the smirk growing on his lips, his eyes fixated on your face as he scans your reaction. "mhm" you tilted his head back as you hummed, nails grazing at the nape of his neck and his upper back. “you look so good ‘samu. . .”
and with that, you lightly bit his cheek, making him yelp in surprise.
Sum: Osamu is railing your guts when you suddenly hear a sound…then you come face to face with a surprise guest…who could it possibly be?? Gasp…ATSUMU!!! Wc: 1.1k
A/n: this is my mbappe special. Okay?
Warning: pet names, p in v, creampie, unprotected sex, biting, getting heard having sex, swearing, pet names
“Look at ya, baby, yer such a fuckin’ mess for me, aren’t ya?” Osamu panted, pushing your knees to your chest as he pounded into your dripping wet cunt.
You couldn’t respond, mouth plugged by his fingers shoved into the back of your throat while you gagged and drooled all over them. He just watched, sweat dripping from his forehead, gathering on his raised brows as he fucked you through it.
He came back from work frustrated after a long day. Shoulder slouching in his tight, black, full sleeve shirt that always hugged so deliciously around his biceps. Broad shoulder expanding and strong. His hair was nappy from sitting under his work cap all day as he stroked it with a heavy, frustrated sigh. You offered him a massage, innocent, sweet. Hoping it would help relieve the tension built up in his muscles but that never went straight.
So, here you were: getting used and gutted like a toy by your husband.
“Cmon, girl, say somethin’” he chuckled, pinching your clit to earn that loud squeal from you that got him off even more.
“Mmmfffgggg—“ you gagged, gripping his wrist for mercy.
Osamu only picked his pace up, cock curving into all the spots that begged for him, filling you up in a way that you couldn’t move without moving his cock that was inside you. The bed frame shook with that loud squeak that would make anyone flinch with concern.
Your shared bedroom smelled thick, heavy with your scent and his mingling together into something addictive and dizzying, making you both lose your sense. The world blocked out in your shared state of intensity and lust. He took you like he’d been holding back for centuries, slamming into your stretched out hole with zero mercy.
“Samu— please— no more!” You mewled, spit trailing from your mouth as he pulled his fingers out to card them into your hair instead.
“Take it.” He ordered through gritted teeth, fingers yanking your head back, giving him access to the length of your neck.
He lightly bit down on it, suckling on the flesh with a moan. A sound similar to one whose thirst was quenched. You whimpered, feeling both his hands find your hips as he picked up his speed, his eyes boring into yours— demanding you look back at him.
“Look at me.” He smushed your cheeks lightly, “Don’t even think about taking yer eyes off me when you cum, Kay?”
“Mhmm—“ you nodded frantically, feeling your body stuttering and your toes curling.
Jaws falling slack, you came breathlessly around him, milking him. He groaned, nodding with approval, eyes glued to yours with hunger and adoration all at once. Your moans grew louder, traveling through the cracks of the bedroom door and the opened window.
“That’s it, honey, squeeze this cock just like that, mhmmm.” He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours.
Your arms slung around his shoulders, wrapping him into a hug as he kissed you through his orgasm. Filling you up with his hot load. It was a lot, heavy and unrestrained.
“So much…” you whimpered, feeling your stomach full with his seed.
“Fuck, yer so sexy,” he chuckled slowly starting to pull out from your bullied little pussy.
But a sound— a clatter caused you to snap your head towards your bedroom door with your eyes wide open.
“Samu, did you hear that?” You ask, gripping his arm while he stayed panting on top of you, still taking his time to pull out.
“Huh? What sound?” He asked, going quiet to hear what you heard.
Then another clank. Osamu froze, turning to you with a paranoid look. For a moment, you stared at each other, hearts still beating from your little deed earlier. Then he slowly got off of you, placing a finger to his mouth to quiet you.
“Are we gettin’ robbed?” He whispered, shoving his boxers on with speed.
“Well, it sounds like it.” You whispered back, feeling fear replace the remaining pleasure in your core, “did you forget to lock the door when you came in?”
“Course’ not, I always lock the door…” he quietly slid open the drawer of your nightstand, searching for a weapon.
Choosing an empty bottle of lotion from months ago.
“That is the worst choice of weapon ever.” You scolded quietly, shaking your head, “I knew we should’ve slept with knives under our pillows!”
“Yer insane,” he argued back, “I’ll go check, you stay here, alright?”
You perched up, shaking your head “What? No. I’m coming with you!”
“No, stay here.” He instructed, tip-toeing towards the door.
“Samu. I’m coming.” You said, fighting your way out of the bedsheets.
“Well, put some clothes on. Here,” he said, tossing you your oversized tshirt.
You quickly threw it on, adjusting yourself. From the night stand, you grabbed a charger as a weapon, motioning for Osamu to open the door. Of course it made that irritating creak that would give away your movements.
Both of you moved like special forces, swiftly moving down the hallway towards the kitchen where the sounds came from. Then, Osamu took the leap, turning the lights on with a loud: show yerself, fucker! all heroically. It wasn’t the moment to laugh but you almost snorted regardless of the situation.
You lassoed the charger, charging at the perpetrator, earning a loud yelp.
“Calm down, you idiots, it’s me!” An annoyingly familiar voice shouted into the tense air.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Atsumu?!” You screamed, placing a hand to your pounding heart in relief and concern all at once.
“Tsumu? How the hell’d ya get in here?” Osamu dropped the empty lotion bottle with a sigh.
“Well, the heating stopped workin’ at my apartment and I was freezin’ like a lamb so I came here!” He explained, “Remember when you told me the passcode into yer house was y/n’s birthday? That’s how I got in.”
“Oh…,” you rubbed your temple, baffled by the whole thing, “you should’ve called us, dimwit. It’s like, what? 1 am!”
“Sorry…didn’t wanna call ya at this hour…” Atsumu scratched the back of his head apologetically with a sheepish grin on his face.
Your heart dropped at his expression with embarrassment. Did he…did he hear you and Osamu?
“Atsumu…” you started, “when did you get here?”
“Err…” he chuckled, “bout an hour ago.”
“Fucker.” Osamu scoffed, punching Atsumu on his arms.
“I’m going to bed.” You announced, face dropping with mortification as blood rushed to your face and ears.
Praying that the earth would split open and suck you in right then and there.
“I’m sorry! Didn’t wanna interrupt ya!” Atsumu threw his hands in the air.
“Oh, fuck off.” Osamu rolled his eyes, following behind you.
Because you were the best sister-in-law ever, you added: “Make sure to wash up and sleep in the guest room.”
“Alright!” Atsumu saluted, waving you both goodnight with a shit-eating smirk on his face.
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.
his arms are bigger now, full from all of the food he’s been “test” eating for the restaurant. carrying sacks of rice all day keeps them toned, but now you can pinch his skin when you want his attention and bury your head in the crook of his arm comfortably when you're cuddling. his hugs are all the more warmer, too. the extra fat makes him your personal heater when it’s too cold at night and neither of you want to get up to turn the ac off. his stomach is more pudgy, enough that he’s softer to lay on, but you can still run your hand over the now slightly less defined ripples of his abs.
and he’s also gotten softer for you, or at least atsumu strongly thinks so whenever osamu visits home. “you've gotten soft, 'samu. you’re always gushing over your girlfriend!” he'd say, ruffling his twin's hair as he's got him in a headlock. osamu can't bring himself to deny it. if it means loving you better, what does a little extra skin do to him?
